I’ve completed 2 weeks of the Do Good Summer Reading Challenge. I’ve discovered fourteen wonderful blogs and have been inspired to write on topics that I never would have had reason to before. I am growing my network and contributing to the truly vibrant blogging community here on Worpress and beyond. Interested in joining? It’s never too late. Click the image on the right to find out how!
Day 11: I took the holiday off, but discovered this gem on Friday and think it will stick with me for a lifetime. Clare at Grace and Poise shared with her readers 40 Little Instructions on Life and they are so valuable they needed to be shared. Clare’s list is simple, yet inspiring. I frequently talk to my girls about using manners, being kind and the such, and this list is yet another tool in my box for teaching my girls how to live happy, fulfilled lives. Some of my favorites include:
“Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them. Leave everything a little better than you found it.”
“Think big thoughts but relish simple pleasures.”
“Don’t expect life to be fair”
If you want to read the whole list, you’ll have to visit Grace and Poise!
Day 12: On today’s hop around the blog-o-sphere, I visited The Waiting. Emily has one of the coolest “About” pages I’ve seen and her writing draws you in. Her most current post is part of a Blog Hop called “Remember The Time When We Did The Things.” As I understand it, the blog hop will have a different theme each Thursday and audience participation is encouraged. I happened upon the week about summer vacation. So, in the spirit of participation, I must share some embarrassing stories from summer vacations of yore. My family loves to tell the story of the time that I galloped down a hillside somewhere in California to pee on the side of the road. The details are fuzzy. We were in a van (I think) and on a road trip to Lake Tahoe (I think) and I had to pee like I’d never had to pee before or since. I was maybe 11 or so and there was not a bathroom in sight. Despite my pleading, nobody wanted to stop until I started crying (I think). When the powers that be finally decided to stop the van, I “galloped like a gazelle” (straight from the mouth of my cousin) down the hillside, much to the delight and entertainment of everyone in the van, and relieved myself, hopefully out of the view of my parents, uncle, brother and cousins. Ahhh, the fond memories I have of summer road trips. What are your “classic” summer memories?