Rocks For Brains

I love rocks. I always have. I used bring my Mom "cute rocks" as a child.(I think she still has a box of them somewhere) Where we lived in Virginia the soil was very sandy. No rocks. Every time we went to my parent's house I grabbed a few big rocks and took them back home for my flower gardens. That's right. I used gas to carry rocks from NY to VA. I am pretty sure Jason thought I had rocks for brains. When we moved I actually took a few of my favorite rocks from VA to NY. So, yes, I took rocks from NY to VA then from VA to NY. These are very well traveled rocks. The end of that little story is I like rocks. So imagine my delight, last year, when my neighbor put in a stone wall around her yard. Further imagine how happy I was when all her rocks didn't flow with her creative juices. Imagine her delight when I offered to take these offensive rocks off of her hands for her. I will give them a loving home here in my yard. She can even come visit if she likes. We will talk about those rocks in another post.
For today we just have her wall. I love this little wall. In the summer the grass grows under it. And in the winter the snow rests on it. It has an all year beauty that I love to sit and enjoy.
I hope by tomorrow we will be back to a state of health I am willing to photograph. Jason and I are trying very hard not to catch what the kids have. I'm not sure how successful we are going to be.

Rug

Unwilling to show you any current pictures of my snot encrusted children; I searched my archives to find something to make you smile today.
OK, that didn't do it for you. Well how about this. Ever since Daisy got sprayed by a skunk Mark has been obsessed with them What do they eat? Where do they live? Will one spray me/Daddy/Mommy/Anna/Tux/Daisy again? You get the picture. So the other day we went to the salon the get hair cuts. When we opened the door this conversation took place.

Mark: Smells like skunk in here.

Me: Actually that is the smell of someone getting their hair colored.

Mark: Are they drawing it or painting it?

I had of a picture in my mind of the hair stylist drawing hair onto a bald head. I don't know if that is what he thought. But that is how it sounded to me.

Have a great Monday!

She Was a Lion in a Previous Life

So don't mess with her.

In other news: Both the kids have raging colds. Trust me, you don't want pictures of that. Whenever Anna's nose is running she comes and tells me. She points to her nose and says snot. Only she doesn't say her Ss very well. So it comes out as 'not.(And because we are from up north, you have to say it through your nose. Go ahead try it. It's fun.) It almost makes it worth having the plague descend upon our house.....AGAIN!!!

And Sickness Again Descended Upon The House

This was taken at about 4 PM yesterday. By 7 both kids were running high fevers. They were up coughing half the night.
It's going to be a long day.

Update: The day isn't all bad. My dear little (big) sister is celebrating her first 24 hours back on U.S. soil. The smiles could not be bigger here.