Whoever said that blogs couldn't be self-serving didn't have a clue!  Actually, I don't know that anyone ever said that, but it sounded like a good way to start out this one. 

 I had a pretty sad day yesterday, and I just want to say thank you to all the wonderful people out there in cyberland who took the time to encourage me.  God is Good!

We got off to a great start today, my family took me out to breakfast at a wonderful little restaurant in Green Mountain Falls, called "The Pantry."  We shared two big plates full of biscuits and gravy, fried potatoes and a huge pancake called "the Mother Lode."  Then we headed to the little pond nearby, and it has this lovely gazebo out on an island in the middle of it.  The plaque there says it was built in 1880 (I think) and the only way to get to it was by boat until they built a bridge there in 1930!  It is a beautiful place to go.  There was actually a wedding scheduled there from 2:00 to 4:00 today.......just finished up it it seems......and while we were there I was thinking; What a great day for a wedding!  On my BIRTHDAY!!!  Haha. See, this is a self-serving blog.

There is this tradition at The Old Schoolhouse Magazine (ahem, that everyone seems to have forgotten today,) that whenever there is a birthday celebrated, the lucky celebrant is  inundated with very witty, crazy, silly and downright awful, I mean very well intentioned poetry from fellow staff and volunteers.  Well, today, (since THEY all forgot) I am inlisting the help of YOU my dear blogging buddies.  Now is your chance to shine!  Now is your chance to bless me or annoy me (you choose) with an original poem of you very own. 

So, while I enjoy a few moments of peace here at home, all by myself (waiting for my kids and hubby to come back from the DOLLAR store where they are buying me some priceless little trinkets) I will be anticipating some heartfelt prose coming my way.

C'mon, if you weren't up for a challenge, then WHY are you homeschooling????

See, there you have it, no good excuse accepted.  Write me a poem. 

Haiku is fun.  Or prose is nice---you don't have to rhyme if you don't want to. 

 But please, if you write a limerick, please remember I don't live in Nantucket.  

Waiting very patiently,

Nancy