This is what I found taped to the wall in the family room this morning.





My husband has been decorating again.



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I always love the football players.

I love Aaron Rogers and Clay Matthews and Donald Driver.

I love them for different reasons. (humbleness, faith, humor, skill, a smile)
I don't lust after them at all. It's not like that.

But I can't seem to convince my husband of that.


Clay Matthews is on the cover of Sports Illustrated this week.
The ad Patrick plastered on the wall is from that issue.

I said he is like a Greek Statue. Chiseled.

I am afraid I am not going to live that one down.







Do you think it will make him feel better that it's the Statue of Liberty I had in mind?



New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

~Emma Lazarus


(This poem is on the base of the statue of liberty. What
an amazing welcome. Can you even imagine?)

(This poem is also an example of a red herring. hehe)




Encourage one another,
Donna