The knowledge of yourself will preserve you from vanity.

The usual suspects. Clifton Beach. April 2012.

A very appropriate Theme Thursday today, as I had lined up this shot of my FAMILY well in advance.

FAMILY is a funny old concept. Some people say. “you can’t choose your FAMILY” but I am not convinced of that. Lots of people seem to be choosing their FAMILY. They have a FAMILY, change their mind, then bugger off and start a new one. It’s happening all over the place!

However, I have already chosen my FAMILY. All up, they are a decent, dependable lot. I’m thankful that they’re all so good looking, because it does make the hard times more bearable.

In an approach that we should have taken with rabbits and cane toads, we’ve kept the numbers down lest we be overrun with the buggers (they’re loud enough as it is) and my ethical object to polygamy has kept the marital situation in check. Anyone who knows anything about that television show that was not in the slightest about Mormons will tell you that one wife should be plenty enough for one man.

Comments

Mrsupole said…

And such a beautiful family you do have there. I love this picture, they are like baby ducks following Mama Duck in a row. I guess you can choose most of your family but not all of them. And it is best to love them, warts and all with the realization that they have to love you back, warts and all.

The boys are so decent and dependable because Mom and Dad are that way also. Teaching by example is one of the best ways.

Happy Family Theme Thursday, hope you have a great weekend.

God bless.

3 May 2012 at 21:03

Lady In Read said…

enjoyed your post a lot.. and totally agree with you - every word..
and the photo is adorable..

4 May 2012 at 10:43

Mad as hell

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