SERENDIPITY: Cupcake is a Compound Word

Friday, September 2, 2011

Cupcake is a Compound Word

Yummm….Cupcakes! I LOVE the show cupcake wars. I would LOVE to be a judge on cupcake wars. Everything they say about the cupcakes sounds so delicious! Even when the judge is knocking it and says it's not so good, I would still be the judge and love every minute of it. Ava was reviewing compound words and when she noticed this cute little book (with my most favorite compound word) I couldn't resist. We have already made a carrot, pineapple cupcake with cream cheese frosting. Super good……you know there are great pics of yummy cupcakes when cooper looks that content looking at a recipe book.

A precious friend gave us tickets to the Ray's game. Just the boys went and the great seats helped to have a great night. Of course, Cooper made sure I took a pic of Rexy as a Ray's fan. Go Ray's! Sorry I still say the Devil Rays. Old habits die hard.

And poor Katie, Katelyn, Kitty. She runs away when you try to do anything fun with her. She is finally growing some hair back. I am starting to think that dogs really do look like their owners. In some odd way she kinda does look like me???? You know you can kinda see it.

She is licking powdered sugar off of her nose. I think this pick looks more like me than the other one. I would do the same thing if I had powdered sugar on my nose. Have a great weekend!!!!!!

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Jill said...: I laughed out loud about you looking like Katie and licking your nose...I actually tried to picture it!:); September 2, 2011 at 6:48 PM

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IF by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same; If you bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the Will which says to them; "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, If either foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the earth and everything that's in it, and which is more, you'll be a man, my son!

My Dad

our last christmas, little did we know!! we miss you-you are always in our thoughts. We sold his house, it was as if we had to say goodbye again. Nothing but fond memories. Movie night, hide and go seek, fishing, the beach, pool table, weight room, ice cream, bagels, peach diet iced tea, laughing...simply you. Miss you more than you will ever know. It feels as if it was just yesterday, thank God you are "free". "With your final heartbeat, kiss the world goodbye, go in peace and laugh on Glory's side. And fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus and LIVE....." .