Last week I had the fabulous Keli Gwyn visiting on the blog. I want to thank Keli for taking the time out of her busy schedule. It was a real pleasure to have this sweet lady here and to learn more about her.
As promised, we are giving away a copy of her book, A Bride Opens Shop In El Dorado, California. I drew the name at random.
The winner of Keli’s book from last week’s blog post is: Digging for Pearls - Jodie Wolfe
CONGRATULATIONS Jodie! I will get in touch with you for your address and pass it on to Keli – so she can mail you out a copy!
In other things, the empty nest is not empty anymore...
This past week, my son moved home for three weeks before he heads off to Law School, and my daughter moved home because she landed a big job in the city. She will be staying with us until she finds her own place to live.
It’s been fun having the two youngest back home again. I get to watch my kids say goodbye to an old life (college and grad school) and hello to a new one. In the mean time, we’re watching all of our old favorite movies, playing video games, having spontaneous dance parties in the kitchen, juicy debates, spatula wars, and loads of laughter. Even though my kids are adults, they are still my kids.
Last night, Eric and I are upstairs in bed…all is quiet and peaceful. I’m nearly asleep, when suddenly, we hear my son laughing loudly and hysterically. Fly, the mother when I’m not in the room, is rooing and barking, and my daughter is shrieking. It was reminiscent of days of old...when they were little.
Of course, we get up to see what the commotion is and find that a one of those centipede thingies had run across the room, touched my son’s foot—he jumped, my daughter screamed which sent the dog into her “bark at everyone” mode, while my daughter’s boyfriend just laughed at them. Honestly, you would have thought it was a mouse by the carrying on. The dreaded centipede had gone under the couch. In whooshes Eric to the rescue with paper towel in hand. I watch from the stairs—I’m not taking the chance of the peed running across my toes! The boys lift the couch, and bam, the centipede is history.
I’ve lived this scenario many times before when they were small. It’s funny, the more things change, the more they stay the same…
What do you do when a spider or centipede invades your space? Are you a screamer, or the one that comes to the rescue?
I’m a screamer, I admit it. I call hubz to the rescue.
Between you, me and the gate post,