food, crochet, merriment
Hey! Check out the quote do-dad on the side bar here—–>
Stare at it for a minute–or just read the quote…HA! Did you see it change? It’s set to scroll through a few different quotes every 10-15 seconds. Isn’t that cool?
Oh, my clever daughter…and modern technology.
…at how anything with buttons,
can feel like a video game.
…at how good it feels to sleep—in the daytime.
…at the quality of care you can get from a sweet, tender daughter.
…at how incredible a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup can taste.
…at how soft really, really nice sheets feel on your skin.
…at how many pills you can take at one time and still not spontaneously combust.
…at the similarities between my cute, protective son–and a great, big bull dog.
…at how good it feels to have the pieces of routine come drifting back.
…at the sweetness of friends.
Thank you everyone for your thoughts and prayers and kind wishes. You’ve made “getting things back to normal” feel so much better.
I love you guys…
from our world~
I swear, I’m not dead. I’m using a scribe even now because I’m a bit wiped out. But I will be crawling back to the computer chair any second now because I miss you guys. Thanks for all your sweetness. Enjoy this cute thing while the Lortab kicks back in.
How’s it going?
Welllll….I’d love to fib and tell you that I’ve been “snarky comment clean” for weeks now, but my beloved kids would rat me out. The problems start just about any time that I promise to ‘keep my mouth shut.’ You’d think I’d know better by now.
Now, mind you, it isn’t like I’m an angry, cursing fiend or anything…even on my worst day. No, I’m more of a “Pacha, WHAT are you thinking?!” or “Stay in your LANE, Sparky,” type of gal. Harmless.
At least I strive to be entertaining. (insert sheepish grin here)
Ok, ok. The fact is that my family, actually, one big, tall, nameless, bald boy–to be exact, would like me to ‘less contentious and more peaceful’ to those around me when I drive.
‘More careful and less erratic.
More quiet and less yacky.’
Freedom of speech has died at the Anderson place. Hmmph.
Nevermind that I’d like HIM to have more hair and less burping, but let’s not open THAT wound.
So, our compromise its this.
To help myself think calm, peaceful thoughts that should seal my naughty lips shut, while driving, I’ll picture the beautiful, soothing Caribbean Ocean–at sunset. Ahhhh… Yes…I’m relaxing all ready.
If I slip up, that boy I mentioned, can hum some nice, encouraging tune—Bob Marley should work. Star-Spangled Banner would be fine. Whatever.
Believe me, this beats his suggestion of squirting an ocean-like spray of Dasani water my direction. Sheesh.
This may take some time.
Pray for me.