Posted on Sunday 11 May, 2008 at 6:08 am by Kimberly and appears in the categories
Family,
Holidays
I received a phone call Saturday morning asking for directions to our home. “Excuse me, who is this?” I asked. “Richard” was the reply, “and I have a flower delivery for your mother.” “Ummm…no you don’t.” I said. “She passed away.” Silence of the other end. Finally “oops…my bad” (I deplore that phrase). “But I still need directions to your house. They closed the main road for this stupid race (he’s talking about the annual “fun run” … as if running is actually fun… that is hosted on our post each year) and I can’t figure out now where you live and I have a floral delivery for Kimberly L.” “Oh, that would be me.” And figuring it wasn’t an axe murderer at 10:00 in the morning, I told him where to find my road from his location.
These loverly flowers were delivered just a few minutes later:

I am assuming they are from my wonderful and amazing hubby due to the message on the card, however, there was no signature to verify this. My children have denied all knowledge of this, but they have been known to keep the truth from me in the past. They smell great and really liven up the house. So thank you very much. *by the way, Jim has now claimed responsibility for the flowers…and after the anniversary fiasco I would too…even if I didn’t actually send them
The kids and I went for a bike ride yesterday. I hadn’t been riding since last year. I must say, for being so out of shape, I did well even though the seat of my bike decided to come undone about half way through the ride and I had to stand up and ride the rest of the way home. (and I must admit that in itself was quite a work out and quite a feat as well) We fixed the seat and headed out again. By the end of the ride, I was fairly sore. This morning all things seem to be working in the correct order, though. We will head out again on Monday after school for a bit of a longer ride. At one point, I felt like the Pied Piper or something. Not only did I have my 5 trailing behind me, but along the way we picked up a few of the kid’s friends and I ended up having 9 trailing behind me through the streets of our neighborhood.
I need to finish getting ready for church as the kids will be up shortly. After church, daddy and Barbara are coming over and we are just having a fairly simple meal of brats, hot dogs, potato salad, and home made baked beans. I made the bread for the hot dogs last night. An easy recipe (and new) and they turned out pretty well. (As a side note, everytime I make bread these days I recall our last large shopping trip to the grocery. The bagger, an elder gentleman who showers all the kids with lollipops and gold dollars for their birthdays, made a comment to Jess that it looked like momma forgot the bread. Jess smiled and said, “Oh no, mom makes ALL our bread these days from bagels to muffins to sandwich stuff.” He was quite impressed. Said that you just don’t find that much these days. I smiled and thought of all my on-line pals who have encouraged me lately to make our breads and silently thanked and saluted them. Of course, Jessi’s pride about my bread making skills helped a bit too)
Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms out there from the wanna be moms, the soon to be moms, the brand new moms, the seasoned moms, and those who are mom mentors (you know that special lady in your life that isn’t your mom but they sorta take you in anyway). I pray you all have a very blessed and peacefully calm day.