"Heaven" has different Signs—to me

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"Heaven" has different Signs—to me—
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place—
And when again, at Dawn,

A mighty look runs round the World
And settles in the Hills—
An Awe if it should be like that
Upon the Ignorance steals—

The Orchard, when the Sun is on—
The Triumph of the Birds
When they together Victory make—
Some Carnivals of Clouds—

The Rapture of a finished Day—
Returning to the West—
All these—remind us of the place
That Men call "paradise"—

Itself be fairer—we suppose—
But how Ourself, shall be
Adorned, for a Superior Grace—
Not yet, our eyes can see—

 

 

Emily Dickinson

Get your tissues

Pickmeup

I was feeling a little blue today and this is what a little angel did for me.






















Tell me that's not the sweetest thing.

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SWAGGER WAGON

I like this a little too much.

Harry Stone Field Day

Pre-K/Kindergarten Field Day Activities. . . South Dallas style.

Yoda-ese is addicting.

Truly wonderful, the mind of a child is. A few days before Halloween, it was. To the age of five, she turned. Little John's birthday, she copied. Star Wars Theme it was, because Darth Vader, her favorite is.

Into a slave I turned. A million cupcakes for school I did make. Until 1am I worked.

I find your lack of cake (and excess of fondant) disturbing.

May the black-frosting-fingernails be with you, always.

Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to uneven googley eyes.

Hello there. Come here, my little friend. Don't be afraid. Oh don't worry, he'll be alright. . . not really.

Candy everywhere, there was.

For over a thousand generations, the Jedi knights were the guardians of peace and justice in the old Republic...Then they all turned to the dark side and destroyed C3PO.

(W was quite disturbed by the violence and the "skeery" Star Wars music. She had to leave the room. We are in counseling.)

It is done.

The force is strong with this one.

You’re all clear, kid! Now let’s blow this thing and go home!

But these moments when everyone is focused on you, only once a year they come.

Use the force. . .

. . . and blow!

Happy Birthday to you, I wish. Too fast from newborn to girl, you have grown. You with all my heart, I love.

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Riddled

What do a . . .

bumble bee,


a fairy princess,


a camera-shy caterpillar,


and another fairy princess,


and a pumpkin have in common???


Absolutely nothing!


Happy belated Halloween!




Wish I could say I can't wait 'til next year! But I can!

I'm working on it.

We've been having technical difficulties here at Prattastic. Well, maybe there's been some more general "life" difficulties, too. . . as in moving, construction and more moving. A lot has happened in the last few months. A lot of good, a little bad, and an ugly that I think will cause a nervous break down. So let's get down to business, shall we? We'll start with the "ugly."

Meet Gustavo El Rey (named by S). Friends call him "Goose" for short. I call him "That Dog." Take your pick.

He has no hair. This was for asthma/allergy/near-death experiences on my part. The hairless-ness really works like a charm for that. You just have to watch out for hives and swollen eyes. But other than that. . .

He was a gift for S's 5th birthday. The little guy is definitely the OPPOSITE of housetrained. I'm really at a loss for this one. It's been a week, I've been following all the breeder's instructions, and it's only getting worse. We had four clean-ups today. I trained Sarah in 3 days. Come on. I. can't. take it. anymore. I'm looking for an open adoption situation here.

He definitely has lots of energy. And it seems like he's getting to the teething stage since he likes to chew up anything he can get his little paws on. Note to self: don't let him sit next to me when I'm at the computer again. . . don't let him near the kids toys again. . . don't let him near the legs of our brand new couch again. . . don't let him outside near the fusebox again. . . or maybe I should forget about that last one?

And don't get me started on the incessant barking for attention. My ears are now in a constant state of ringing.


I've never been a dog owner due to said near-death experiences earlier. I think I had too much of an idealistic view of the whole thing. S still sees it this way.

She's against the whole open adoption thing.
I think I can talk W into it, though.


The swing was also a gift.

Much more low maintenance.


And poop-free.


W's cousin also appreciates this.

So this is where I'm at right now. If you have any tips, please comment or email me. I'd rather not rip S's heart out by getting rid of the thing, but I'd also like to be sane. Call me crazy, cause I kinda feel like I'm getting there at this rate.

Stay tuned and we'll work backwards through our time apart. . .

Ok, Ok

Stay tuned. . .

Movin' up

Ashley, this may make you cry but. . .

(My sis has been coveting this little miracle for some time now.)
It's defintely the 3G. Correction: 32 Gigs, 3GS my friends. 3GS. E knows how to treat a woman.

Now I just need to figure out how to stop losing/dropping my phones in puddles. Because then I would cry.

I'll let you hold it sometime, Ash.

Until then, what are your favorite Apps?

Dear Dunder Mifflin,

Please consider hiring Kip Dynamite.

I think he would make a great addition to your team.

Love,
Annie

Would you rather. . .

Be stuck at home with a cold, or be here. . .

(Seriously, do these feet really have to grow up?)


We went to Ixtapa back in April, but every time I see these pictures, I wanna go back. So for now, I'll take some Nyquil and hope to relive the sweet times in my dreams. . . more likely I'll have the weirdest dreams ever cause that's just me.


P.S. Another reason my birthday was awesome:
(photo courtesy of Noelle who also knows the joys of Ixtapa)

Curry + Girlfriends + Jane Austen = Happiness for a night. Thanks, ladies!