Listen carefully to what I write.
Hear me say, “old wives’ tale”
or did I say, “old wife’s tail”
Am I talking about a remedy for the common cold?
or
the “dairy air” of the bride of 50 years?
or
both?
Milieu. You would need milieu. And you would need to know me.
Get it? Got it? Good!
The special bond between a brother and sister is beautifully portrayed in this candid capture.
Laughter is good medicine!
This is especially for you, Aunt Linda.
I was able to catch him wrapped in the strawberry shortcake blanket!
Crayons abound in this home. Julia is creating a messy masterpiece of will and wax as I type this.
I think I may have an addiction to art supplies. As part of my therapy, we sent a bag full of extra markers to school. According to Leona, markers are a hot item at school.
According to Julia, blue marker is the latest trend in chapstick.
I’d take a photo for you, but I don’t want to look for the camera.
I’ve heard said that a picture is worth a thousand words. I put before you, that it depends on the picture and it depends on the words.
I love pictures that draw me speechless and words that blow my mind, because then all that remains is a silent heart in adoration.
much love,
Kara
I love basketball. I played hoops with a delightful friend the other day. She has a righteous three, but I got her on the drive.
It looks like Julia wants to be a baller (not to be confused with bawler)!
While the kiddos watch Telly transform into various shapes on Sesame Street, I’d like to shout out sincere thanks to all of you who have encouraged me in this writing process.
It seems that I could go many directions with this site, but I’d like this place to have a specific shape. Trig isn’t bad, but I am a geometry girl all the way. That means my tangents are all about touching a single point, rather than calculating ratios.
By nature of the name KARAOKE, we might be looking at a heptagon.
I’ll need your help to develop this shape.
Be aware that I shift with purpose.
Much Love and listening,
Messy Karaoke
My son, my firstborn son, my screaming, big-eared boy – he is six today!
What!?! It’s my birthday, today?
Why didn’t anyone tell me?
Just kidding. I’ve known about this thing for weeks now. Hey, like my truck?
Here, Ellie, I’ll let you wear my birthday crown.
I have nothing to say. Neither do I, son. Let’s just love him.
I am having fun going through old photos – prints and digital.
Here are some goofy ones from 2003.
When I see this, all I can think is Great hair. Big ears.
No comment.
He was remodeling the kitchen and injecting botox into his nose. We were very concerned about the wrinkles in our noses when we were in our twenties.
However, we loved the wrinkles in our foreheads.
What a lovely lamp! Now, put that lamp down and dance with me.
Oh, you don’t think I can dance? Well. um. Can you?
No comment.
Was that really nine years and five kids ago?
Sharing the silliness,
Kara
More soul than a running shoe
More funk than a molder
More jazz than a jay blue
More rock than a boulder
I love this girl!
Yesterday was a strange day for me. Anyone else?
I couldn’t stop thinking in rhyme.
With my history, that kind of stuff makes me nervous.
Whoa! Nelly. What’s going on here?
I am happy to report that I woke up this morning in prose.
While rhyme is entertaining, anything incessant is nerve-racking.
Thanks for trekking with me, even when the road is riddled with rhyme.
Love,
Kara
Messy Karaoke 