When being a little nuts pays off

Case in point:

When I tell the family at camp about how I coerced my husband and kids into coming to their apple farm in order to relive my childhood last year?
This appears on my doorstep.

Even bigger case in point:

When a friend asks if I want to help with a new company he's starting out of his dining room*?
Two years later, we sell the company, help open the NASDAQ, and this appears in Times Square.

That's me, three stories high, on the right!

Yep.  Being a little crazy sometime pays off.
Big time.
How do you like them apples?

If at first you don't succeed, pie, pie again

You still won't win*.

But you'll have made a damn fine pie.

The mother in the cupboard

A friend said to me tonight,

"Hey, I like these little plates."

Yeah, I said.  My mom got them for me.

In the famous kids' book, a boy has an Indian magically come to life in his cupboard.
Every day, my mother magically comes back to life in mine*.

Happy birthday, Mom.

* I can open any drawer or cabinet in my kitchen and find at least one thing from Mom in there.  As you might expect, we use these things all the time, and she bought every single one of them on sale (or used a coupon).

Somewhere in between

Labor Day.

It's not fall or summer, but somewhere in between.  

Popsicles and sweaters are both on sale.
There are packs of Number 2 pencils and lined notebook paper on the dining table.
The whole town smells a giant backyard BBQ*.

College football and baseball are on TV at the same time.
All the real shows are still in reruns.

The kids go in the pool, and then do homework.

A bunch of people leave town, but a bunch of other people come back.

No one can name a single movie that opened this weekend.

It s 95 degrees outside.

You have a feeling that something good is coming to an end.
You are far to relaxed to care about it right at the moment.

It's pretty much the brunch of holidays.