Monday, May 2

Monday, Monday...so good to me...

It's Liz here.

Today I am going to do what Margie does so well on blog posts. I'm going to write in pieces and parts without feeling as if a beginning, middle, and end are requirements. (I just gasped and had to force my fingers to stay on the keys because in my writer's mind, of course they're requirements.)

My daughter-in-law's birthday was yesterday. She is one of my favorite people in the world, so dear to me I don't know how to put it into words. It's different, how you feel about your kids-in-law, than how you feel about the ones they married, but the feeling is still strong, intense, and precious. Those are all things my Tahne is, too. Happy birthday, honey--love you bunches.

Next Sunday is Mother's Day. It's the first one I haven't had a mother to call, send flowers to, or go and visit. It hurts, but to my mom and my other mom, thank you. I love you bunches, too.


Kristina Knight has a new release. Don't miss Protecting the Quarterback. I'm behind--I just finished What the Bachelor Gets, but this one's waiting on my Kindle for me.

Tahne and Chris--they are my oldest set of kids--bought a house in the mountains in North Carolina near Asheville. They just took possession and are in the process of painting and having more hardwood floor laid than I've waxed in my lifetime. Two of my grandsons--they are the adventurous sort--drove eight hours to check in with their aunt and uncle and look at the new house. My granddaughter drove a couple of hours to join them at the house and they had an impromptu cousin campout. The next morning, the boys headed back to Indiana. Although my Nana radar was screaming about having all those kids on the road on the weekend undoubtedly driving too fast, I loved the adventure. I love them and they make counting my blessings like trying to fill a bag with air-filled balloons--there are just too many to confine in one place.

If you haven't looked at yesterday's post, look now and enter for the prize packs for Leigh, Melinda's, and my Heartwarming releases.



I am sick of rain. Just sayin'... But I still love Mondays, and new books, and friends who write them, and other friends, and family...

Have a great week.







12 comments:

  1. I love your stream of consciousness posts, Liz, because we get to know you and your family better in them. ;-) I'm sick of rain, too, and the hail last night shredded leaves all over our yard and sidewalks. My perennials are looking kinda beat up, but I think they'll survive... Have a great Monday!

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    1. You, too. I hope grandboy's feeling better today.

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  2. Me, too! RadioMan and I were just complaining that, since we got back from the cruise, we've had about 3 good - as in no snow/rain/cold - days. Spring in the upper-Midwest! Eeesh!

    Thanks for the shout-out!

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    1. I have great hopes for May, but so far it's not working out too well!

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  3. LOVE the parts and pieces, Liz. That style of posting definitely works for me. The Asheville area is beautiful. So is Asheville, but it's heck to drive in if you happen to need an actual street sign to find your way. You can send a little of your rain down here. I'm tired of hearing the lawn crunch underfoot. You'd think it was August. You have a great week, too.

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    1. LOl, Cheryl. When we are there, I crawl meekly into a passenger seat in whichever vehicle we're in. I love Asheville (and all of NC), but am unwilling to drive very much there.

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  4. Liz, love your post. I find my mind working the same way but I never write it down. It is always a worry when I know family are driving somewhere. We had rain, wind and hail last night, also. Have a good week!

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    1. You, too, Carolyn. Thanks for coming by!

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  5. I know what you mean about the kids being on the road. Brings out the worry wart in me every time! Glad the mini reunion went well.

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    1. I guess you don't get over it, either. Duane's mom was 85 when she left us and a week before her death, she wanted to know when we were heading home so she could pray us home.

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  6. I think it's ironic that the Wrangler from the "rainiest" state is enjoying temps in the eighties this week :) Climate change has been kind to the PNW.
    Fun post--love your randomness.

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    1. Sniff. We'd like to have our 80s back, thank you very much! Enjoy it, Margie.

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