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Oh Lordy -- Tilly's 40!!!

My dearest friend, and sister, Tilly is turning 40 tomorrow. It's Ok Tilly, 40 is the new 30 so you will be younger tomorrow than you are today.

These pictures were taken by my cousin Stefan at my parents' house on Saturday. The Sperlings and the Kischnicks celebrated Father's Day and both Tilly and Hulda's birthdays.
The cake looks pretty yummy, but be sure to chew carefully.......
Happy Birthday Tilly!!!

Sunday Pictures

Here are some pictures from today. Top left is a Magnlia from a tree near our apartment. Top right is the sunset today. Which lead me outside the house with the camera to shoot the Magnolia and the third picture (bottom left) which is Marlene. The bottom right shot is a Calla Lily I am working on for possible later sale.

Diapers

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A friend of ours is going to be having a baby shower shortly. Marlene and I got to talking about the cost of diapers. On average, a baby goes through 3000 diapers a year. What a load of crap. That is almost 10 diapers a day. Marlene was thinking about giving the gift of a diaper service, but that ended up being a little expensive.

I have never bought diapers before so, being a bit technical, I went googling for diapers. I found one company that sold Huggies in groups of 228. That is a pretty big load to haul around. I kept looking and found these at www.drugstore.com. I said out load "That works out to about .50 cents a crap"

Marlene thought that comment was so funny that she lost her coffee through her nose. Hopefully you aren't cleaning the screen off now.

We still have not decided on a gift but diapers are in the running right now.

The War on Dirt

It's funny that while scrubbing the kitchen floor one can start to get a little philosophical. With all that's in the news we wonder why we fight wars we may never win, where even winning is not really winning. I know it doesn't quite compare, but this is how I feel about dirt. You see you can fight dirt with all the cleansers, sponges, sprays and mops in the world but you will NOT win. Dirt comes back. Dirt may let you win the battle, but it will never let you win the war. This is why having scrubbed the kitchen floor until it shines you have to leave the house just so it might just stay that way a little longer. Stick around and that kitchen floor will be mocking you in no time. I have found this to be a condition even more true since living with Sean. I clean, and he reverses my efforts. It's inevitable.
Then you have laundry - and with laundry there is no finish line. There is no such thing as not having laundry to do. You can wash every article of clothing, every sheet and towel in the house, but unless you plan to take up nudism, the clothes you are wearing will become "laundry" just as soon as you take them off.
And there are no solutions to this dilemma. Turn on the TV and you are inundated with ads for the latest in cleaning products, but no one has yet to come up with anything that will keep the dirt away. There are "no-iron" shirts (ha ha what a laugh), but there aren't any "no-wash" items on the market (unless you count "dry-clean only"). There is no spray that will repel spills from marring your just-cleaned counter top. Sure there are these new teflon sprays out there, but even if the dirt slides off it still has to go somewhere -- and now you're just back to wiping the floors again.
So the question is why bother?
All I can come up with is that there is a certain je ne sais pas about a shiny-sparkly neat and tidy house, no matter how fleeting the moment is, that is ever so enjoyable to behold while enjoying a good cup of coffee. Of course once the coffee is finished, you have dishes to deal with, but by now you know where I am going with this. That's right, exactly nowhere.

Lastly I feel the need to make a statement regarding Sean's last entry. I want to clarify that I do not campaign for birthday gifts a year in advance. I give my beloved friends and family about six weeks notice so that they will remember to call or send a card and IF they should feel inclined to send a pretty package tied up with string. I have yet to make out a wish list. I just felt the need to make this clarification, although I know most of you are just laughing now anyways.