This is me when the sun finally came out Monday, and these are my goals for summer 2013:
One, protect my noggin from those harmful UV Rays. I’m all set in that department, as you can see.
Two, tone up my arms, which are looking a mite doughy after the long winter.
Three, keep the blue contact lenses. Yes!
My smile I’m ok with. Can’t improve on this one I figure.
OK really this is my namesake’s namesake, Caroline Theresa the fifth, called Callie.
She’s ready for summer too. 🙂
poetry
A town everyone hates, yet no one leaves...
Tales from the Barn door
Exploring the spidery corners of a culture and the weird stuff that tourist brochures ignore.
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
I have Malignant Melanoma, my son had Testicular Cancer
Because once you get off this here road there ain't no gettin' back on
from Morgan Bradham
There are 24hrs in a day, here are mine.
A blog full of humorous and poignant observations.
Because once you get off this here road there ain't no gettin' back on
Another Good Day in Rural America © 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016 Ann Aikens ~ all rights reserved
Week-size morsels of the stuff we eat
poetry
A town everyone hates, yet no one leaves...
Tales from the Barn door
Exploring the spidery corners of a culture and the weird stuff that tourist brochures ignore.
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
I have Malignant Melanoma, my son had Testicular Cancer
Because once you get off this here road there ain't no gettin' back on
from Morgan Bradham
There are 24hrs in a day, here are mine.
A blog full of humorous and poignant observations.
Because once you get off this here road there ain't no gettin' back on
Another Good Day in Rural America © 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016 Ann Aikens ~ all rights reserved
Week-size morsels of the stuff we eat
She is adorable!!!
Just darling and your “goals” are about right. My “wings” will probably stay forever.
Callie has good size hands. Her feet are probably adequate too. I never forget this warning – “Beware of little feet! ” Maybe Napoleon had them.
This little granddaughter of yours precious beyond words!