I don't spend very much time these days on my computer. When I do, I'm mostly dealing with pressing business matters. There are, however, a very few blogs that I keep tabs on. One of those blogs belongs to Angela Henrie of Arizona. She had me hooked when I read a post about one morning when she had gotten her littlest daughter up really early, before the rest of the family, to bake a cake with her because all that week her baby had wanted to bake a cake and there just hadn't been time. I think of that story once in a while. It reminds me to pay attention and make opportunities to spend time with my little ones. Angela takes April Fool's Day very seriously, has a whole load of kids, loves pink, does crazy good things to her house and has a serious jewelry business. I don't get how she does it all but in many ways, I relate to her. I get it, she's passionate about her life, her family and art.
Now another story...
Growing up, listening to my mom's and dad's growing up in the fifties stories, I remember a couple of names. My mom really was going to marry this guy named Soren, who is a dentist somewhere, and my dad was going to marry a girl named Pam who was a lot like him. Through a series of events, my mom and dad discovered that though they are very different, they complimented each other quite well and now, forty-three years later they are still happily married.
But here's the mysteriously odd part...Pam is Angela's mom.
What? Is that not a strange coincidence that I would read the blog of someone I've never met, relate to her and find out that her mom dated my dad? I think it's so delightfully odd.