bsmiles and sunny days

It's funny the things you think about when you are thinking. After two miserably sick days for all of us, I felt surprisingly rested and well lying in bed last night waiting for sleep to take me. And it occurred to me- he made them disappear. Have you seen this movie, The Illusionist? At the beginnning of the movie, there is a scene where the best friends in young love run away trying to escape the powers that be forcing their separation and she says to the boy, newly practiced in magic tricks, "Make us disappear," in desperation hoping to escape forever, but he can't do it and they are ripped apart seemingly forever. But in the end- don't read this if you haven't seen it- he does it, he makes them disappear... it's fantastic writing! I'm lying there thinking, "He really did- he made them disappear! How brilliant!" Which brings me to my next thought, "Is it inclusion or foreshadowing?" These simple literary lessons being stacked in ...

Hello to you, my faithful friends and readers! Please forgive; I have not been available to attend to my current literary venture due to the gaping ditch running the length of my driveway. Having five children and no access to the facilities is an impossibility in the winter in Nebraska. SO I promise to attend to the afore mentioned venture in due time. Meanwhile if you are looking for a good read, I've heard there is a new post on www.bigafrican.blogspot.com that you might take an interest in. See you next post...

A litte here... I managed to clean up the masses of confetti from the 10:07 countdown to the new year with the kids and was thinking about the year we had New Years with the Suttons and Dana said she was cleaning it up for weeks. Fortunately I had the foresight to say, "We don't need to use all these," and tuck them behind the punch bowl. Thank you Sista bringing your party favors, and lucky for us we'll have some for next year! Woohoo! Now we're waiting for the events of the day to unfold; looks like we'll head out into the cold, bundled to the hilt with sleds, boxes, and trash bags. I used to be fun. In college they called school off one time due to drastic weather conditions; and being that we lived on campus, the foot of snow meant we were stuck. So like resourceful students, we raided the kitchen of giant pots and serving trays and belly-flopped down the hill all morning, afternoon, and night. Let me tell you, it was the time of my life. (back th...