Where is that music coming from?

Yesterday after work I was laying on the floor in the living room playing with Graham when he went over to the "entertainment center" (a coffee table with the tv on it with the dvd and stereo below) and grabbed a book of CDs out. I put in a little bluegrass album and played it. Graham had an awed look on his face as the banjo started picking. He looked at the speakers, got up and walked over to them. He stood on tippy toes and looked over the top of the speaker. He leaned to the right and looked behind the speaker. He leaned to the left and looked behind the speaker. Then he looked at me with a "where is that music coming from?" smile on his face. I guess we should play more CDs.

My Dear Friend

Two weekends ago (yes, I'm a little delayed in blogging about this) my dearest friend, Angel, surprised me on Sunday afternoon by showing up on my doorstep (She lives in NJ)!! Apparently Eric knew about it for a few days, but no hints at all until Sunday afternoon when someone called him and he quickly ran upstairs. He came down later and I asked him who it was; he replied, "no one." Two minutes later there was a knock at the door and it was "no one". Angel was standing at my front door in person!! We enjoyed dinner together and talking into the evening. Of course, it was such a short amount of time, but we got all "caught up" reguardless. Angel....I love you so much. Thanks for thinking of me and coming to see us! I won't ever forget it.

Here we are sitting on the hood of the car she rented.....

if you know Angel, then you understand why it's yellow. :)