Upside down shattered and scattered

This is the story of just a few events of the day.
The children, adult and grandchildren, are home - all 8 adult and 7 grandchildren.
The house is full, the refrigerator empty. I go to the grocery store and stop by the
last day of an estate sale and am first in line at 8:30 a.m. it opens at 9:00 a.m.
There is a mirror that I wanted the day before and it was too much...today it will be half price. The line grows and the door opens. I go to the mirror and am about to pull the tag and the lady right behind me is on my tail, "NO! you can't have that! I reserved it yesterday and am here to get it." Well, because I am not going to fight over a mirror with a mean old lady, I let her have it. I thought about that all day long. Why am I such a wimp!

The kids are all having a blast outside and Jody, Robert and Griffin returned from playing golf in the Hancock Tournament in 100 degree weather, they paid to play in 100 degree weather. Egan's birthday is about to begin, Jody's asleep, do we wake him up? no we will just make enough noise that he will have to get up and so we proceed to prepare for the party to begin. I have a pink strawberry cake specially purchased for the event, with 3 swirly candles ready to be lit and on my brand new cake plate purchased at an auction for a lot more than I should have paid...TRIP at the door and plate and cake flip, crash and smash. Strawberry cake, upsidedown, with shredded pink glass everywhere, literally, and it smells so good... Jody is now awake. Lizzie goes to Sunflower and buys another store bought cake, actually much cuter than the pink strawberry, with Egan's name on it and bright flowers too.
She is happy, I am too, after 3 margaritas. Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine.

How fast time flies

Lizzie just reminded me that I have not posted anything and that she actually misses my
blogs, imagine that. So this is for Lizzie, daughter, Elizabeth, named for sister Elizabeth also called Lizzie.

The whole family is home, for no reason, except just to be here. just like Christmas, except in August, and no gifts, just lots of family. Family, everywhere you turn, each with their own set of stuff, food, clothes, toys, baby seats, sewing machines,computers, books, golf clubs, cars, sippy cups, baby bottles, wine bottles... and on and on and on. The kitchen counter overfloweth.

I absolutely LOVE IT. The giggles mixed in with baby cries, voices, very serious and voices, just talking, but voices, familiar, all of whom I recognize. reminds me that In very quiet moments I can call up voices from the past - my grandmothers, my father, Fr. Egan,are just a few. The sound of a voice and certain expressions they love to use, has a gorilla glue affect and just can't be unglued from my brain. But today, the voices I hear are all here, and thankfully so. I am soaking them in for recall when I need to hear them again when they have all gone home. This is all I need for today.