Since I’ll have nothing to say again, ever, I’m going to show the week that just happened in pictures instead.
Although I will say that today, this very day, the one that we’re experiencing right now, is the day that the mama of my youth was born sixty years ago. What a day that was. It forever changed my life. I love you, sweet Mama. Happy Birthday.
And now I’m done talking.
Fierce Peace 
Love the pictures. Look’s like a GREAT life…even if you’ll never talk again, I’m sure those wonderful people won’t mind.
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Hahahaha….was that supposed to sound like that? “If you never talk again, I’m sure those people won’t mind.”
I hope that’s someone’s yellow house and not the front door of a restaurant. A kid needs to be raised there.
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Yes, I was trying to come up with some quip about how I’m sure everyone would probably LOVE it if I would just shut up for a change, but the wittiness was eluding me.
I’m sorry I cannot claim that wonderful yellow/black/red house as anything other than a restaurant. Does my purple/pink kitchen count for anything though?
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You know, that day 60 years ago forever changed my life too. How else would I ever have had a wonderful family like this? Huh?
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I am missing you all right now as I look at these beautiful pictures. I want to hold that amazingly, lovely baby boy and to play scrabble in that pretty, pink kitchen and go out to vibrant, yellow fronted restaurants with all of those people whom I love so much.
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I want all those things too, Kirsty! But you know, I do have to say that I am a little sorry that my kitchen always looks so pink in all the pictures. When I’m sitting here right now, looking at it, it’s completely purple. Something about the flash makes it look pink, I guess. Oh well. Jackie thinks kids need to be raised in color. Pink’s a color too.
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Yes it was meant to sound like that since Leslie keeps saying she’ll never say another word again…I figured no one would mind since she’d still be cooking, cleaning and playing games! 😉 LOL
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OMG.. so many beautiful faces… your camera is a gift, your life is a blessing, thank you Linebargers for making my 33rd-bd-party (not 33rd. party) so special!!!
Btw, does my face appear only half up there as a punishment for fleeing Sadie’s 10h-bd-party? hehehe
I’m sorry I’m not in that amazing pic, but hey, Queensrÿche was in town and they truly ARE like Chris’s U2 to me.
(and I thought I’d never get to mention the-Ryche on this sweet blog)
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Nice umlauts, Soy!
I cannot stand Queensryche except for Silent Lucidity and Jeff Tate’s eyeshadow.
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i love how you see things.
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Jackie, when you said umlauts, did you mean elipses? I didn’t see umlauts. Just curious.
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Is an umlaut like a kumquat?
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An umlaut is what defines Cööl bands like Mötley Cruë and separates them from snöb people like me. (look mom, I can type! -yes son, I know, but who need umlauts if we don’t ever use any in Spanish)
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Les, I like comment 12. 🙂 I also like your long lucious and lovely locks. Beautiful. I want them. I also like seeing all those people I know and the new little tiny ones that I don’t know. And I love seeing Sadie’s bday pictures. I remember those February birthdays in Texas. My baby has one, but not in Texas anymore. Only my baby, yes my BABY just turned 5. How does that happen?
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Great pics. The one of ladykiller Seth with Callie took my breath away. The girls are gonna be dropping tons of notes in his backpack at school!
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You don’t see those, Dianne? You are missing out on some Söy cömmenting. I have always regretted not putting them in Jasmine’s middle name, Nöel.
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