God Bless America

I confess, I've been eyeing some MLS web sites lately. I really don't think God has it in our near future to move, but I can't help but think about it. A developer is trying to buy our whole neighborhood and there was a note on our door recently that indicated we could close in as little as 7 days. Isn't that nuts? They aren't shelling out the big bucks or else we would be very tempted. I've had to really pray about this because I do not want to have the grass is greener on the other side syndrome. We live in a suburb that was fresh and pretty about fifty years ago. By now it's got some rust. Honestly? A lot of rust. Still, our neighborhood has old-fashioned charm. Under normal circumstances, like when I've seen the sun shine on it for more than two hours at a time, I can forgive the urban deterioration and focus on the old school appeal of my community. And there's always the church - the church that I love with my whole heart - situated within a stone's throw of my driveway. I love that.

Well, God gave us the best Fourth of July. It renewed my love for my community. We basically rolled out of bed yesterday and walked down to our city's parade. Here are some pics for you.

Let me tell you how excited my hubby was to be at the parade. I think he ended up having fun though. He gets a HUGE A+ for being Super Hubs yesterday.


Michelle, this is in honor of you having been Spongebob at camp one year.


Erin W., this is in honor of the VW bug convertibles we wanted - painted with hippie flowers.


This is in honor of the husband and wife who tool around town in their matching motorized chairs. They make it happen in those chairs. This might be the hubby, but if so I'm freaking out that his wife isn't with him!


Meet the beauty pageant winner who holds the title of Mrs. Mature. I do not know her but she is very pretty and I liked her red pom pom.


This gentleman has been a Boy Scout for 50 years.


If the Red Hat ladies are still around when I'm sassy and silver, you better believe I'm joining them. In case you were wondering, their float says "The Frisky Foxy Jewels."


I only had one disappointment with the parade, other than that I was not riding on the back of a shiny red convertible wearing a tiara and waving a red pom pom. When the Sonic float came parading down, I was just convinced that they would be throwing tots out to the crowd. I was ready and willing to catch some tots! It was not to be. They were handing out coupons but I was not graced with one.

I have more to say about the 4th, but I'm sleepy and need some tea. I'll be back!