Friday Favorites

Ta ta da....Okay, so perhaps it's not very original but I will say it's good fun! Each Friday I've decided to post five of my favorite things. Ready? Here goes....

FIVE of Leslie's FAVORITE THINGS

1. tree houses - the higher the better.
2. back road car trips - aahhhhh!
3. the squishy pillow I've had since....well, a really long time - aaahhhhx2
4. Stevie Wonder - here that? that's me singin'....
5. winks - givin' and receiving

Share some of yours if you have a minute or two....

Yet another confession. Feet have a tendency to creep me out, but footprints are inspiring. No one was interested in posing for the camera during our recent trip to the Texas coast so we decided to put our feet to work. They didn't seem to mind. At least at the time. But after four days of sand and surf, all five pairs didn't want to do much of anything. So that's exactly what they did. We figured they were deserving. They were instrumental in helping us make some great memories. They reminded us to slow down and savor in the simple things. That wasn't creepy at all. That was really cool.

What's In A Name?

Confession. I love names. I mean I REEEEEALLY love names. Friends and family have learned to proceed with caution when announcing an attempt to name a baby or any four-legged friend for that matter. My overzealous naming habit does wonders for my writing but it isn't nearly as helpful in trying to make friends and influence people. I don't know what it is but - it is.
A couple of weeks ago while I was swimming at the community pool with the kids, I met a precocious almost five-year-old named Calvin. I couldn't have named him any better myself if I'd tried. What a character. He was kinda like a Calvin and Hobbs Calvin, only better. "I'm open! I'm open!" he'd call and nearly cannonball right on your head if you weren't carefully watching. My kids and I desperately wanted to take him home with me but his mom wouldn't hear of it. Understandably so.
A couple of weeks prior to my meeting Calvin, my niece introduced me to Mrs. Pickleman, her old high school English teacher, from afar. She was definitely a "Mrs. Pickleman". I can't imagine their aren't at least a dozen stories already told referring to Mrs. Pickleman. What a fantastic name. Just typing the words "Mrs. Pickleman" makes me giggle so you can only imagine what saying the name aloud does for me. I think if I had to do it all over again, I'd like to be Mrs. Pickleman. At least for a day. Aaahhhhh names....