The beauty of a loving marriage

Those friends who knew Ronald and Edith Tolkien over the years never doubted that there was deep affection between them. It was visible in the small things, the almost absurd degree in which each worried about the other's health, and the care in which they chose and wrapped each other's birthday presents'; and in the large matters, the way in which Ronald willingly abandoned such a large part of his life in retirement to give Edith the last years in Bournemouth that he felt she deserved, and the degree in which she showed pride in his fame as an author. A principal source of happiness to them was their shared love of their family. This bound them together until the end of their lives, and it was perhaps the strongest force in the marriage. They delighted to discuss and mull over every detail of the lives of their children, and later their grandchildren.


About JRR Tolkien and his wife of over 50 years.
That and God kept their marriage together. More people could learn from it.


Just sayin'.

I've often thought it ...

Happy Valentines Day

Zoolander - Twilight - FUNNY

Ahhh, what a lot of us we're thinking. He has the guts to say it.

'Nuff said!

My son's first school test on Friday ... funny

Bed making

A few years ago I made two new year's resolutions and kept both of them. (I'm not into new year's resolutions - hadn't made any before; haven't really made any since.)

First, I decided to stop biting my nails. (tick)

Second, I decided I had to be grown up and make the bed everyday. (tick - for me, that is)

Note to 'helpful hubby':
Pulling up the covers in a roughly directionally correct way, does not a bed make.


Just sayin'.

Out of the mouths of babes ... death

There is a family of rabbits that live around our neighbourhood. I think there are about 6 of them. 4 brown and 2 black. I'm not sure if they are someone's pets, but they seem to run wild and I suspect they like to eat my flowers.

Today, I drove around the block an extra time so that the kids and I could spy out where any of the 'Peter Rabbits' have been lately.

From the back Miss piped up quiet matter-o-factly, "I can't see them mum, I reckon he's dead! Been killed."

That stumped me. She wasn't upset at the thought. Then Master and Miss had a conversation about the ways Peter Rabbit might have died.

Well, that was an eventful car trip home from school and preschool.

Just sayin'.