What would Judi do?

The other weekend I went to Pinball Museum in Baltimore.  I went for the first and last time - though not by choice.  Yeah, it was my choice not to go before but I would go again in a heartbeat but Sunday was closing day.  I'm so glad I went before it closed! The museum part showed the history of the game.  That was cool.  They had old tabletop wooden games - similar to the "snake in the grass" game my grandparents had when I was growing up (I often wonder whatever happened to that!).  They showed the progression of the game design - it was seriously cool. But the second and third floors were the really fun part.  I played pinball machines from the 40s through the 90s (I'm estimating the time frame - some of the games didn't have their dates listed).  Some had little stubs of flippers and others had ones that magically elongated when a magic button was hit (yes, that is making me laugh).  Some had the little thingys you pull to release the ball; others had

One day I thought about the person who will wander through my house, through the disorganization and endless amounts of shoes and papers, and wonder what they would think?  They would notice right away I'm not the most organized person.  They would notice I had children.  They would notice I like shoes and purses.  But what would they learn about us?  They would look at my refrigerator and realize there is lots of love in this house.  The fridge - the outside - is the heart of my house. My kitchen is super small.  It's a galley style kitchen - I kind of hate it. Okay, it's more than a kind-of hate.  I really want a new kitchen. The fridge looks messy.  It is.  But I wouldn't get ride of the things on it.  Here's why: The freezer has the most important things on it.  The poems my girls write for me, their honor roll certificates, pictures - even the magnets mean something.  This tells you a lot about us.  I am the girl with the pink flamingos in her yard