On paper, good Picasso.
His name on walls... bad Picasso.
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Just Me
About Me
- Mad Queen
- "One is happy as a result of one's own efforts once one knows the necessary ingredients of happiness: simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self denial to a point, love of work, and above all, a clear conscience." -George Sand
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Emma
Jonas
Blossoms in a Graveyard
"In every life, no matter how full or empty one's purse, there is tragedy. It is the one promise life always fulfills. Thus, happiness is a gift and the trick is not to expect it, but to delight in it when it comes" - Charles Dickens
Take the time to enjoy a good book, life is Short
Current favorite book? Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, AWESOME
The Ostlund Family
4 comments:
Okay- I can totally relate. This one made me laugh out loud!! Paper good, floor & carpet bad!! "but it's for bees". LOVE IT- CLassic boy! I can totally hear Brody say that. We will need to watch them close when they all play together!
Hope that came out of the carpet.
It's a good thing he is so cute or you might have been tempted to cut his painting days short!!!!! Are those bleach pads from your mother ever going to arrive? My little Picassa's moments need some working on too! You have managed to once again capture the whole things with a spirited humor that every mom can appreciate and smile about.
Loved this post, so funny!! Maybe more funny from afar... :)
Don't be surprised or to harsh on Jonas, he comes by his picassa
honestly.
We had just moved into the house on La Vieve. Moved in in May
(mothers day weekend) and Missy was born a few months later in August.
Glenn and Jeff were excited to have a sister.
As I remember it, Glenn was old enough for me to leave home
alone, supervising Jeff, while I went to the hospital to bring Debbie
and Missy home.
While I was gone Glenn and Jeff decided to make a sign to
welcome their new little sister to her new home and family - so they
made a banner for her by stringing individual 8.5 X 11 notebook pages
together for the banner and printed the message on the banner in big
purple lettering (no, I do not remember what the message was). They
used one of Debbie's purple wide tipped magic marker pens to make the
lettering.
To be sure that Missy and their mother saw the banner and the
lettering, they made sure that the lettering was big and completely
filled in with lots of the purple magic marker ink.
They made the banner in the laundry room, COLORING THE LETTERS
IN ON THE FLOOR.
Well, some of the magic marker ink bled through the paper and
onto the floor, a floor that was covered with our brand new (very) green
carpet.
After the delight of their thoughtfulness at making the banner,
came the discovery of the discoloration of the carpet in the laundry
room. I suspect that I was les than delighted with that discovery.
We did not replace the carpet, but it went through a series of
shampooing that mostly removed the purple ink. However, when the light
was just right, or you knew were to look, one could still see the purple
stains on that carpet for years and years after the incident.
As I mellowed (yes, I have mellowed) I came to think fondly of
those stains and the motivation that created them in the first place
(but not the stain from the dropped watermelon).
Love ya, Papa Glenn
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