First, let me say, the nose piercing picture will not be happening. Don't worry- I still have it. But it is quite small and to spare you a close-up picture of my nose pores you will just have to see it in person. And for anyone who was wondering (eh-hem..columbus people) my mother-in-law did not seem to mind it. I won't say she loved it, but she did say it reminds her of when Isaac gave Rebekah a ring in the OT and that when I no longer like it I can remove it. Yay for great mother-in-laws!

Moving on....I am enjoying the most amazing spring day today. The girls had a picnic lunch outside. I am sitting outside working on my computer. Macie is resting in the shade. And when Tori and I were talking when she got home from school she dropped the conversation to chase a little butterfly. Simply divine! Thank you for spring.

So, anyway, I was explaining to Tori today the phrase "one man's trash is another man's treasure". Why would I be explaining this to a 6 year old. Well, once a year the city of Bloomington allows you to put whatever on the curb and they pick it up. So driving down my street today several houses just cleaned out--piles and piles of old doors, wood, toys, couches, anything you can imagine lined the street. I know..some of you are just thinking what you could put on the curb if you had the chance...amazing how much junk we collect. But, seriously, the best part is to watch the game that follows. Isabelle, Macie and I sat out in the front to wait for Tori's bus today and to watch all the excitement. Of course, the mini-van brigade was out in full force, looking for that new backyard toy treasure for their kiddos. I saw some young couples loading couches into their sporty little "no, we do not have any kids" cars. I saw one guy that I think was playing some sort of bigger and better game. His car was so full--he had a six foot fake tree hanging out his window. And, my personal favorite, the do-it-yourselfer with the Ford 4x4 truck. She was a hoot. I watched her stop at 3 houses on my street--carefully perusing each mound of treasures looking for whatever she could use. When she would find something she would whip on her work gloves and load it into the truck.. You can never be too safe. Her truck was overflowing with old screen doors, windows and various pieces of metal and wood. I would be quite interested to see what she was going to do with all of it. And then another picker drove up and they started to chat and even helped each other sort through the mass of things. My girl found two bright yellow rain ponchos and she offered one to her new friend--which he gladly took, and then they made small talk about their greatest finds for the day and were on their way. Who knew trash picking could bring a community together? Way to go Bloomington! Anyway, so this is why I explained to Tori why one man's trash is another man (or woman's) treasure. She picked it up right away, however, when I tried to get her to contribute some of her "trash" to the pile she commented that all she had was "treasures". Maybe next year.