I'd like to thank the person who made my trip to the UK and Paris possible...

the inventor of 'moleskin'...

deserves however many millions of dollars

(or pounds, as the case may be) they have made.

Moleskin made my feet fit for walkin, day in and out.

And walk we did.

Paris is not the city of lights, it is the city of steps.

422 steps to the top of the tower of Notre Dame

(I guess I don't have to say

that it was also 422 steps back down.)

At least twice as many steps to the entrance of the

'Sacre Couer' (Monmarte Cathedral)

at the top of the hill, a HUGE structure,

that softly glistened

 like an old, slightly worn pearl.

Topped with a huge dome-like roof,

it reminded me a little of the 'Taj Mahal'.

At the foot of the monument, a 2-story merry-go-round

 which, of course, Papa and Carson had to ride.

Then dinner from food carts on the cobbled streets,

crispy/chewy baguettes with cheese,

yummy crepes with nutella and strawberries.

Of course the real treasures of the day,

 my family, my little grandkidlets

.

So I'm greatful for moleskin, however,

it was Ron and the Grover family

who actually made this trip possible.

(But moleskin really does help!)

  

"I met a man with seven wives..."

Hello all;
Today we went to a village
named, 'St. Ives'.
Remember that verse?
"As I was going to St. Ives...
I met a man with 7 wives..
each wife had 7 sacks,
each sack had 7 cats,
each cat had 7 kits...
Of all the kits,
and cats,
and wives,
how many were going
to St. Ives???

Anyway, I thought I might
be nuts, but then I saw a
pub with the name painted,
"Seven Wives".

And I was validated.
For a moment, anyway.

We went to an auction house
where Mally bid successfully
on a hutch/sideboard for
her kitchen. It was fun.
There was a cart selling
sausage rolls, tea, and
'dinky donuts'.
Lovely british lunch.

And, in case you're
still multiplying,
the answer is one.
One person was going
to St. Ives.
I guess the
wives were headed home.

Not me!
Tomorrow we're going
to Paris.

au revoir

ENGLAND !

That's all.
I'm just going to ENGLAND.
TOMORROW.
That's all I have to say
about that.

I will be blogging from thence.
(is that right...thence?)
So keep checking my blog.
You better believe there will
be some pretty spectacular posts.

Carry On.

Blast From the Past !

Thanks to my sister Lisa
(who must have been going
through old photo files)
I received this happy pic:

My thoughts:

Right or wrong,
I do criticize myself,
about the way I look.
Today, I think I look awful.
But on the day this
pic was taken,
I thought I looked
awful too.
When I look at this
pic now, I think,
"I look OK and happy."
I would love to look
that good now.
I wonder,if I were to
see a pic of me
(the way I look today)
in about 5 years,
would I think,
"hey, I didn't look
so bad back then."

So... why don't I look at
myself today and think,
"I don't look too bad."

I wonder why can't I do that?

Oldies Day

"I am your child.
Wherever you go, you take me, too.
Whatever I know, I learn from you.
Whatever I do, you taught me to do.
I am your child.
And I am your chance.
Whatever will come, will come from me.
Tomorrow is won, by winning me.
Whatever I am, you taught me to be.
I am your hope,
I am your chance,
I am your child."

I just love these lyrics written by Barry Manilow.
Has anyone out there ever heard it?
The music (also by Manilow) is beautiful also.
Someday I am going to find the music for piano.
And play it. Alot.
I really, really like it. Sometimes it makes
me cry, 'cause I love it that much.
It would be a good Mother's Day song.
It's just simple and sweet and true.
It makes me think of my kids when they were little.
It makes my think of my grandkidlets,
and their mothers.
Who I think are doing
a MUCH better job than I did.
Thanks.

Egg Tails | Easter Hairstyles

Egg Tails | Easter Hairstyles

I dare you to try this hairstyle on someone you love this Easter!