Listen to the Rhythm of the Falling Rain

It is raining (again) and I really love it. It keeps the bees away from my pollinating bushes, it sounds so great to wake up to, but it makes me want to wear PJs all day long. This rain makes me think of a trip to Chattanooga not so long ago. We almost got soaked, but we had a fun day. Maybe it was the ribs from Sticky Fingers, maybe it was spending time with my sister, but I loved the rain and everything else that day.

200 Posts of Silliness

I reached a milestone - 200 blog posts. And what better way to celebrate my blog about Franks' nothingness than with more statue pictures! I assure you that I do not have a statue guide directory where I go around looking for these things. The statues find us, and we embrace that karma.

I do think it is cute that my girls will find a brick rowboat and immediately reenact Merriweather Lewis and Sacajawea, exploring Louisiana Purchase territory for Thomas Jefferson. Scott and I must nurture history nerds - it is a family imperative!