Sis has tonsilitis... the dr looked down her throat and said "WHOA!!! I wasn't expecting that" LOL... NOT what you want to hear at the drs office. Shes on antibiotics but still has to go to school today. Today is the last day of school and she has 3 finals to take.
I have to go to work here in a bit but am thinking i'll probally get to come home a little early today. I'm working Monday and getting time and a half and the place I work doesn't want me making that much so I have to compensate by leaving early today whatever......... Love you guys...
{{{{{HUGS}}}}}

Poor sis...no fun to be sick and have finals on top of it!

I'm looking at a fun weekend in the windy city. A gift from my two sisters for our anniv. There's no treehouse here to play in but you all party hardy in my absence.

Doody...it's a long sleeved white soft cotten, ribbed, button down the front shirt... ring a bell??

Hugs for the room. especially Moose.

Oh I had to share this before leaving..........

Pictures on My Heart
by Harold Hopkins

You are imprinted upon my heart
so it's only natural, I guess,
that I should find you
everywhere I go.

You are the pictures on the walls,
in the music I hear, and the words I write.
You are in your brother's smile
and in the ringing laughter
of children you never met.

You look out at me
from the eyes of a baby in someone's arms
and hail me excitedly
in the breaking voice of a teenage boy.

You touch me suddenly
with the enthusiasm of a squirming puppy
and laugh with me
at the antics of an impromptu clown.

The leaves dancing with the wind
remind of your elation at the taste of freedom
when the first of your powered chairs transformed
your journey through this world.

You skittered from pillar to post and back again
just like the leaves in quivering anticipation,
finding purpose in seemingly random
loops and whirls.

Your memory is like an overlay
that's changed the way I look and see.
I see you, really see you, in so many
precious moments:
a mother feeding her child a banana with a spoon.
a slight hand pushing the joystick of a chair.
a smile stretching from ear to ear,
a tear sliding noiselessly down a cheek.

The wonder is every time I find you
in a world so busy and so obsessed,
the scars of sorrow and hurt
binding my heart
are loosened a little,
softened by grace,
and the unreasoning grief
attendant to your leaving
dissolves little by little into emerging peace.