Can't believe I ate The Whole Thing!

I have just finished off one of my favorite summer meals, at least the fav thing that I can make at home! Angel hair pasta with yummy veggies on top! Yep, that IS what I love best. Now Hubs is sprawled out in front of the TV watching a show called "Man vs Food" It is one of the most disgusting shows I have seen & that's saying something, because after raising 2 boys I have seen some pretty gross shows!

The whole point of this brilliant TV concept is for this guy (Who is not exactly skinny) travel all over the world eating or trying to eat world record portions of food. He visits those restaurants that challenge the customers to eat a certain humongous size dish & they get a prize, which is usually just their picture & name on a bulletin board. Tonight the guy attempted to eat a FIVE POUND burger with 10 slices of bacon & cheese on it along with FOUR POUNDS of fries! The 5lb burger is actually about 8 or 10 separate meat patties stacked on top of each other. It is so tall that they skewer it with 2 long chopsticks to hold it together.

I just do not GET it. Why do that? Why stuff all that junk in you for no good reason other than having strangers cheer for you? Just don't get it! It can't have much to do with the TASTE of the food, because at some point I am sure the food in question becomes pretty sickening to the eater, right? Again...I don't get it!

I really, really HATE that overly full, stuffed feeling after a meal, even a good meal that I totally enjoyed. I always wish I had stepped away from the table a bit sooner. Ugh, the tightness of the waistline in your pants, Oh that is horrible! I can only imagine what that guy on the TV show feels like after each show taping. The piles of food they show on screen is enough to turn me into an anorexic.



There is actually no danger of that happening though because I do love good food. I don't know how to prepare good food, but I love it anyway. Pasta & veggies is good & it is easy enough for me. I dislike spending time in the kitchen. It just bores me & I get distracted & forget to watch the pan & I hate to try to figure out when something is "done". The recipe will say "simmer until done" or bake until done." Umm that does nothing to help me at all! Give me an exact time measurement & if it is still too pink I can blame it on the recipe!



But I am looking forward to watching the new movie about Julia Child called "Julia & Julie"! Watching...that I can do! And I am pretty sure she is not going to force someone to eat a 5 pound hamburger!

Rocker Son is Doing Better

Today Rocker Son's back boo-boo is looking a bit better. He is keeping it bandaged & covered with triple antibiotic cream & it is getting smaller & a little less gross. Being the mom to a 22 year old who does stupid stuff is not any easier than parenting a 3 year old who does fearless things. But at least the 3 year old is just exploring his world & doesn't know any better. Can't say the same for Rocker Son & his night time exploits which make me kinda crazy at times. Most of the time I have remained calm & not given in to too much worry about him & his wild lifestyle. I really have been pretty amazing, I think!

But when he comes home from a wedding with a drunk induced injury, I am grabbing at all the peace I can get. PEACE cannot live along side fear, have you noticed that? So, I am not allowing fear to make me crazy when he is out partying with his huge group of friends. I am remembering the times that he has been rescued & protected in his life. I am recalling the time he fell off a tube in a rushing river & was pinned under the water when he was about 6. He told me again recently that he saw an angel or something bright under there & seeing it made him feel that he was going to be OK. I believe he was protected. But.....

Does protection happen when you are being stupid? Tonight I am choosing to say "Yes" to that question. If it was God that rescued Rocker Son then, why not trust that God would protect him now? God has certainly gotten me out of some dumb situations! Aren't most of us being stupid at least 50% of the time anyway?

That is how I get myself back to PEACE. By remembering the times that the "bad thing" I was scared of, never happened. Remembering the times that everything worked out great & even better than I could have arranged on my own. I am so thankful for my healthy sons & the normally pretty sensible heads they have on their shoulders. Call me a "Pollyanna" but it works for me & keeps me from getting all over-protective & control-freaky over my family.

(Didn't know I was going to go this direction when I sat down to write, but I guess whatever is "on top" comes out, doesn't it?)

WARNING! Graphic Pics!

Now, aren't you happy my photo uploader works again??! Ha!

Story behind this adorable pic is found here.

Help!

Help! I still cannot load pictures on here! Maybe you can help me.
On the little upload pics box that comes up when you are writing a new post there is the space with the word "BROWSE" next to it.
On mine now, instead of saying BROWSE , just a little rectangle that blinks when I click on it, but nothing happens.

Making .......me.....crazy!

Waaah!

I cannot upload pics anymore!! Driving me crazy. But you actually ought to be thankful that my subject today is not accompanied by the photo I took for it. The post will most definitely lack some strong punch by not being illustrated for you but, dang it, I'm stuck!

Rocker Son (22yrs) came home the other night with a huge & extremely ugly wound on his back. It is the shape of a large pork chop, bigger than a normal chop though. It is a serious scrape, pussy, bloody & tender with lots of missing skin in the center. That's the gross pic you are not getting to gaze at right now.

So I asked, containing my desire to shriek, "How did this happen?"

His answer? "Went to a wedding last night."

As if that was a fine & normal answer! Oh yah, you attended a wedding, that happens to me all the time when I go to the nuptials of good friends. Those can be pretty dangerous evenings.

There is one huge difference between our circles of friends though. I will drink some wine at a wedding. My friends sometime drink a tiny bit more than they should but HIS friends do not consider it a complete event unless they end up literally falling down drunk.

Which explains his wedding injury. He apparently stumbled over something that was metal & sharp & it scraped as he landed on the ground. A normal occurrence according to him. Now we are daily cleaning & wrapping it & fighting infection.

Do I clean it lovingly & with motherly mutterings? Well, I AM muttering, but it is NOT with loving words. He does not work enough to afford insurance, no coverage at all. I am telling him to wise up & stop putting himself in dumb situations & by the way...get a better job ok?

Ok I have vented my motherly venting for the week, thanks for listening. Oh, and please be aware that he NEVER drives drunk. The girls of his group always drive the guys home. (Yes women are smarter but will do very stupid stuff for their guys.)

Blips

This will be a bullet point post because that is how my mind is working right now.

• Did your picture upload thing change on your blog posting? I can't upload a pic because it has a different little symbol there & it responds not at all. I love using pics with my posts! What's the deal?
• My computer caught a bug & I got it cleaned out & then used RESTORE to how it was one month ago. Now for some reason I have no toolbar, no favorites, no HOME symbol to get me back to my homepage. Argh!
• We are experiencing triple digit weather late into the night. Well, at least it's late for it to be 106 degrees at 9pm!! Just not right!
• Yay for air conditioning!! I.....love....it!
• I have missed all of you guys these last few weeks!
• How can you miss people you've never met? Ha!
• Rocker Son said he was moving out. Got myself prepared for it emotionally.
• Actually began to look forward to it, extra bathroom etc.
• That was 2 months ago, still here!
• I've been working out for at least 30 minutes every morning for the last 3 weeks! Well, 5 or 6 days a week.
• Kinda over-did it yesterday. Having trouble walking! Who'd a thought that lifting 4 pounds over your head & between your legs would make your inner thighs yell at you!
• Didn't have real weights, so I used a huge 4lb box of microwave popcorn!
• Was seriously craving popcorn for some reason.
• Kinda wanting some now too!
• Bye

AAARGH!

O. MY. GOD!

I was in the courthouse jury room for several hours today.

After being there LAST Friday

and then told to call EVERY morning

and EVERY evening for the last 4 days

to see if I needed to come in the same day!

Couldn't make plans....

had to cancel important meetings.

So, at last TODAY I had to go in

and they RELEASED ME!

Hallelujah!

I will not at this point, go into the

emotional mess this put me in due

to the content of this creep's crimes.

Obviously I was not able to be objective

because I had a history as a victim of the same kind of crime.

ANYWAY...... I am done & free!

FREEDOM IS A LOVELY THING!

Not Fun!

I have promised under oath that I will not talk or write about my doings for the last few days & possibly next week....but I will say this......

JURY DUTY STINKS!

Weather..or not

"....this exquisite weather....I enjoy it all over me......

from top to toe, from right to left,

Longitudinally,

Perpendicularly,

Diagonally..."

Austen

Pets Aren't Patriotic!

I hope you all enjoyed fun & safe Fourth of July celebrations! I have a good friend from England who just mutters through the holiday each year! He says we all need to repent. Ha! Anyway that adorable pic above was taken about 21 or so years ago. Writer Son is on the left & Rocker Son is on the right. Couple of cuties weren't they? Here is an updated pic of them this last Easter........If you go see the pic of them at the very end of that Easter post, you will agree that they are no longer described as cute &/or adorable very often. Maybe when they each finally figure out how to find a wife, she may use those words, but for now, uh uh!

My Fourth Of July memories always come flooding back as we join with friends to eat yummy BBQ & watch the cities' fireworks displays. Our town has totally outlawed ANY AND ALL home fireworks, so there are no groups of families in the streets screaming & waving fire around in their hands at all.


My childhood July 4th evenings involved sitting in my backyard by myself soothing my jittery cocker spaniel. She absolutely went nuts at all that unexplainable racket in the skies & in the streets in front of our house! I can still feel her trembling body & rapidly beating heart as I held her close & spoke sweet nothings in her ear. Poor baby!

Unfortunately, many years later as an adult, I again had a dog problem on this noisiest of all holidays! Molly, another cocker spaniel, always freaked out every year & managed to scale our very high backyard fence, which she CANNOT climb at any other time! The panic just gave her some extra crazy adrenaline I guess & off she would go into the night! There were many serious problems with this doggy-panic-attack.

We were often not home on these nights because we went to friends homes to have BBQ & watch city lights as we did this year. We would arrive home late at night & I would immediately head to the backyard to check on her & sure enough she had found a way to escape even though we thought we had covered every possible means of exit. The complication came in that she was a solid black cocker spaniel who had become deaf in her old age. So how do you find a coal black, deaf dog in a dark & quiet neighborhood after all your neighbors have gone to bed?

Our family divided up & began walking the close streets & yards. We couldn't call her name, which was very frustrating! After a long time of searching I called all the guys back to the house to just wait till morning. One of my sons was so heartbroken he sat in his room holding our cat just praying that Molly would come home. About an hour passed in a quiet & very sad home when we heard a scratching at the front door, I opened it to find our dirty & weed cover doggy, just wiggling with delight at finding her way home to us!

I led her back to my sons room & without thinking I opened the door & let her in. I forgot about the cat in there & the important fact that they fought like...well, like cats & dogs!! What a noisy, hissing, scratching mess of rejoicing went on in there!!

Will Rocker Son Do It?

No, I haven"t gotten the tattoo YET! But I just had the BEST idea yesterday! I am going to ask my 22 year old son to choose the place & take me to get the tattoo! I am going to ask him if it would embarrass him too much to take me to one of his fav places to get my butterfly tattoo. He has several tats all over his body. He got his first one by forging my name on the parental permission slip because he was underage. THAT was NOT a fun time in our house!

But something in me feels like this would be a great bonding experience for us. Either that or I will entirely ruin his tough guy reputation in front of his friends! Hmm.

Wordless Wednesday!

Happy Feet!!

Joy is Stronger Than Crap!

It is 9pm on a Sunday night & it is 105 degrees out there in the world beyond my wonderful air conditioned home! The sun of sunny California can actually be too much of a good thing sometimes! The last 4 years our AC was broken so I lived in front of a small fan on days like these so...yah, I am extremely thankful for our brand new AC in the house!

Something else I am thankful for this week is the very powerful force called "joy". Our church family is walking through one of the worst experiences I have ever been forced to endure. Hubs & I have been close friends with & worked with our Senior Leader & his wife for nearly 25 years. A week ago Saturday their 31 year old daughter who also attends our church died suddenly of a blood clot. No warning, no reason, no explanation. The pain is overwhelming & frightening.

My faith was tested this week. My deep belief that God is good was questioned & examined. I don't think that I have faced anything in my life that truly had to "try out" the strength of my faith in God like this tragedy has. The trite platitudes that people speak in these times are all wrong & do not represent the God that I have come to know. You know the sayings, like, "God must have needed another angel, so he took her to heaven." or "He just loved her so much he called her home."..... UM....no, I & the rest of my church community do not accept such silly & unhelpful words.

It is a mystery why this happened. We do not have the answer. I don't know why some people get healed right before my eyes & others do not. I don't understand why the majority of children in the world are living in extreme poverty while we bask in a Toys R Us land! There are so many unanswered questions, that a person could easily become a true Eeyore if they watch too much news on TV.

The first 3 days after getting the phone call about our friend's shocking death, I circled my house in a daze of questions & fear. I could not go to my God for comfort because I was too angry at Him for letting this happen! It left me feeling like my feet were on slippery ground with absolutely nothing to grab onto. If I could not trust Him to protect my kids & my friends then what in the world was I to trust? My rock-solid foundation was crumbling & it was mind-numbingly frightening.

But I also knew that He can take my questions. I have learned in just the last few years that God is big enough to welcome my anger & my doubts, He wants me to question the things I hear in the pulpit on Sundays. The bible is full of stories of people in hard situations & when they asked God their accusing questions, He answered the questions they should have asked. So I stopped with the wrong questions & asked a right question. Where are you God?

He said, " I am right here, ready to hold you, just like I am holding her parents."

This morning her parents talked about resting in the goodness of God even in this nightmare of crap that is happening to them. (Their words.) They have chosen to not live in sadness or madness. Joy is not the same thing as pleasure. Joy is a deep, living thing that can be underneath the sadness. Joy is not giddy or silly, it is strong & intentional. The grief is not being pushed down or even held back. It comes & overwhelms them without warning. Our church community is on the same page & we watched a video of her growing up years & thanked God for the crazy, daring & full life that she led.

Personally, I faced all my old fears again during those first three days last week. I cracked open the door to them & almost allowed them to make me go back to hiding in my house & never trying anything new ever again. That is how I lived for 40 years; always choosing the safest option, the least stretching job & relationships. But my young friend certainly did not live her 31 years like that & for me to do that now would be like asking a butterfly to crawl back into her crusty old cocoon again! Not gonna happen! I am choosing joy...even when it does not make sense.

Reason For Absence

You probably have not noticed but I've been absent a lot the last few days. Fact is...I have been pretty much "absent" wherever I am this last week. Last Saturday the 31 yr old daughter of our close friend & senior leader of our church died suddenly & unexpectedly of a blood clot.
We buried her today under a beautiful sunny sky & it will be a long time before all is "normal" around here.
But I'll be back.

I Was Unfairly Accused!

Recently on our fun getaway week, Hubs & I also toured the famous Hearst Castle in the Monterey area. This mansion was built & owned by William Randolph Hearst, newspaper & magazine mogul whose family donated it to the state for tours & jealous slobbering. This photo is the "front porch." It was a wonderful tour & extremely impressive as you will see in the following pics. I loved this angel with her shield, very cool & beautiful!
Hearst obviously loved marble because it is all over the grounds & the mansion. He also had a great reverence for the beauty of the human body & serious art.
My favorite part was his amazing outdoor pool! The park staff get to use it once a year.


I have no idea why Hubs posed me here for this shot!?
He had quite a few possible captions for this pic. My choice:
Real men don't need much armour!

The guy in the white shirt who is walking past Hubs is NOT my friend! He was not the tour guide, but he was the ENFORCER of all the millions of rules this place has in order to keep us grimy, dirty public people from hurting anything. I totally understand & agree with rules; I am the only person I know who really follows rules. I return shopping carts, walk in crosswalks & never ever litter
But this guy THOUGHT he saw me lean against a marble pillar to take these pics of the pool. He was on the other side of the pool & kept motioning to me with waving arms, in front of the whole tour group, to get me to stop leaning. Well, I WAS NOT LEANING OR EVEN TOUCHING IT!
I was so embarrassed. He came to me & explained that we must not TOUCH anything & then he smirked when I told him that I had not touched it all.

The 3 pics above are the indoor pool! Simply gorgeous! There were sections of gold even in the floor tile & the guide loved to say that if it looked like gold it WAS gold.

Our indoor pics did not turn out due to the NO FLASH rule which again I totally understood & agreed with. But on one of those outdoor pics my camera flashed & that guy was on me AGAIN loudly saying "NO FLASH!" I had turned it off but it re-set itself between pics & this time when he barked at me I almost threw the camera at Hubs & said I was done, he had to do any pics we wanted, not me!

The emotions were amazing & surprising at such a silly little accusation to ME, the rule-obeying-control freak! I felt such huge ANGER mixed with a very real desire to CRY! How stupid would that have been? It was as if he was out to get me, that's what felt so awful.
Anyway I need to stop talking about this cause I'm getting all bugged again.

This is a lovely statue but I could not help wondering if she is checking her deodorant!

All My Eggs in One Basket!!

I have a bit of a problem lately regarding one of my most favorite things......computers! I love to be on here, blogging as pretty much become my evening entertainment if we are home.

Computers are also important to me at work, especially all summer as I prepare for the next school year which we be upon us in about 10 short weeks! (Sorry, but that is the truth!) I print up the curriculum plans, the letters to potential students, forms & sign-up sheets galore, name badges, binder covers, info packets for outreach ministries, blah,blah,blah..! That is not even considering the constant emails back & forth with potential students moving here for the school & inviting speakers to teach, etc.

Well, the "eggs in one basket" problem is catching up with me in that BOTH my home laptop & my work desktop computer are about to die any minute!
Just now I sat here & gingerly transferred all my pics to Cd's, my blog writings to a flash drive, along with all my work stuff here on my laptop. It's all safely on flash drive! It felt kinda like you might feel when choosing what to grab in a fire! It's got me all panicky & indecisive!

My home laptop which I am on right now is switching back & forth between battery & electric like it has a short in it. But we have already replaced the cord so that is not it. My computer guy today said that it is inside the laptop & not worth repairing!!! :0 The reason I am treating it tenderly is that if it goes to battery & stays there, it will die in about one hour & that will be all she wrote, as they say.

SO, my work computer is a dinosaur that everyone there can't believe I am still using. But $$ has been low in our ministry & I have been on a waiting list for a new one for over a year! Yesterday I was writing a message to someone & I kid you not, I would type a sentence & wait for the count of TWENTY for it to appear on the screen!! What?? That was a new trick & I was not laughing! My Hubs heard me literally growling at my desk & I told him what was happening. Today he went in to talk to the ministry accountant & soon appeared with an unused beautiful computer that was not needed by someone anymore! Woo-hoo! I am so excited to get back to the office tomorrow!! Yay! Some of my eggs got rescued anyway! My hero! Of course I've been growling about my computer for months but he said something at the exact right moment & I am saved!

I don't know what is gonna happen to my blogging though. I am super uncomfortable right now, sitting in a weird position so the laptop does not get moved or bumped. But I will try to stay caught up cause I really love reading you guys & writing my stuff. Please don't stop checking on me ok?
I think I'm gonna need some major yoga stretching after this long session!

A Wonderful Week Away!

Got away for 4 days on the Montery Coast! Enjoy the pics & imagine the sounds of seagulls

& aroma of seawed & wet sand! Nothing like it! So refreshing!

The sweet path from our room to the beach! We watched whales breach

while sitting on a nearby bench.

A different beach with sand as white as snow & finer than salt! Lovely-delicious!

You know you are relaxed when you find yourself taking pics of birds!

Yep, he still loves me! My maiden name initials.

No Regrets

Today Hubs & I attended a memorial service for a wonderful 97 year old woman who was part of our congregation where we used to be pastors several years ago. This was the first time we have been in the sanctuary since our “Farewell Service” in 2003. My feelings were mixed as we got ready to go; I was anxious to be in the little church again. The entire sanctuary could fit two times in the lobby of the church we are on staff with now. I have uncountable warm memories of my hours in that little building that I loved so much.

But I was also nervous about any “unfinished business” that some may still have with us. We were loved & honored by the people of our church for the ten years we tried to pastor & care for them, but there are always a few who will feel that you didn’t do enough for them.

On our first Sunday in the small & seriously neglected church we had a time of open questions. Hubs sat on a tall stool in the front of the room & agreed to answer any questions the quiet group of people may have of us. It was uncomfortably silent for a time, until one lady raised her hand barely above her lap & asked, “Pastor, how long will you stay with us?”

We had learned the history of this congregation before we agreed to move there & lead the church. In its 40 years of life, this little place had gone through almost as many pastors, who came & went within two years each. We were determined to love these people & care for the tumbling building as long as possible.

So my husbands’ gentle smile & words were a visible relief to all in the room as he looked at her & said, “Ruth, we are here to stay, we want to raise our boys here & we will stay as long as God wants us here with you.”

And we did that. I poured myself into that place with all I had. We began with the easy & obvious need; the old & ignored building. I cleaned out the most awful mess I had ever seen in the fellowship hall kitchen! Stuff had been sitting in old food & rust for a very long time. Hubs & I did a major clean out of the office records & marveled at the business meeting minutes that argued over whether purchasing an answering machine for the church office was really necessary or not!

The people joined us for several Saturdays of painting, cleaning & repairs of the building. These times of working side by side became a wonderful avenue of bonding & becoming true friends with a common goal. As the physical place began to perk up; the attitude of the congregation did also! They saw that they did have worth & value & they were proud to invite their friends back to church again.

My mind & heart are flooding now with memories of our 10 years in that church. It was a good & worthwhile 10 years. We did let people down over & over again, but we also helped a lot of hungry & hurting people & hopefully changed some lives along the way. Being the leaders of that small group of people, caring for them, advising them, laughing with them & celebrating important moments with them, was all-consuming to our family. My boys grew up in that church; they were only 5 & 9 when we moved there. We left when they were 15 & 19.

Our leaving is what caught some by surprise & was the reason for my trepidation to return today. (We did not leave under any horrible, scandalous circumstances, so you can relax about that as you read this account!) For a pastor & his family to leave a church is a painful & personal thing that I think may even resemble divorce to some extent. It is a tearing action that reveals the deepness of the roots & connections that have been made.

The signs that our time there was over, actually began 2 years before we gathered up the courage to do what we knew we had to do. I can honestly say that we totally gave the wonderful families in that congregation all we had to give them. There came a point when we had nothing more to say or do that would make a difference. Some ministries are all about getting bigger & having large numbers in attendance. That was never our central goal even though we did get to a place of having multiple services on Sundays & several house meetings during the week. We knew the value of quality relationships & believed we were living that every day.

Hubs & I both knew that we were doing the right thing & so did the majority of the congregation even though it was hard for them to let us go. But a few….and those few can cause your heart to hurt…..felt that we were abandoning them once again. There was nothing I could say to make them understand. It has been a painful part of remaining in the same town all these years. The unexpected grocery store visits can be uncomfortable for both parties. So, that is what was causing me some dread as we entered the sweet little church this afternoon.

But, I needn’t have worried. Today we were warmly embraced (well, warmer than expected anyway!) & thanked for coming to celebrate the amazing life of our 97 year old friend. Sitting on the back row & looking at the old cinderblock building with discolored windows & lace draped over the old upright piano was a sweet & comforting time for me. My family gave a lot to this place & we are still giving ourselves to people on a daily basis as we lead our ministry school.
I left there today with no regrets & with a huge smile on my face!

Here I am as a crazy-busy young pastors' wife running a church Christmas party! Nope no regrets!

Old Library Lover

Well, come to think of it, that title could be taken wrong. I love old libraries! That is what I mean to say. I'm not sure why old things intrigue me. The history they have seen & managed to exist beyond is interesting to me. This old typewriter [ Yes, my young ones, this was used long, long before blackberrys, Facebook & texting! ] belonged to my dad when he was in high school, he graduated in 1949, but I don't know how old the typewriter is. I love looking at it, it makes me smile! [ It also appears to be making my cute Hubby smile too! Ha! ]

The library in my small town is a fun & cozy place to hang out. I have lived in this town for 19 years & have probably read a high percentage of the books here. I also go to a big fancy place in the next town over when I want recent books, as in; those written in the last 5 years.

Something in me feels like this little place needs me. The people that work here are not especially friendly, that must be an urban myth; that all small town librarians are kind & motherly or professorial. The elderly folks here, along with a few volunteer teens, tend to ignore us browsers until we hound them into helping us find the biography our kid needs for homework or the perfect book for our summer drive out of state. [ I don't drive much on trips, I just read! ]

This library is set in the far corner of a small city park in the middle of our downtown area. I have actually come into this little place dressed in biblical robes! No I am not a nun or robe-wearing cleric of any kind, but I did organize the best little Living Nativity in The Park you ever saw right in this park every Christmas for about 8 years! While Mary & Joseph were hanging out near the manger the rest of us wandered through the crowd handing out hot cider in our biblical clothing and, well.....when you gotta go....you gotta go!

Maybe that has something to do with my love for this old library; it holds so many memories for me. And it also harbors countless memories of the parade of people who have spent time in here over the years. How many of the elderly men & women in this town actually spent hours in this little hall of books as kids? This Sunday afternoon I am attending a memorial for one of the elderly ladies who attended the church we pastored here years ago. It has me thinking & remembering my times & loves in this place.

Still Thinking About It......

Yep, still pondering the idea!

As you can see, I have been collecting pictures for years.

The top one is my favorite because it looks like it just landed.


The heart one is too cutesy but I like the colors.

Isn't this great? Of course there are no areas on me that are as flat as this girl's "whatever"!

Just thinking!

Random Stuff & Questions

So I have a few little things to talk about now that I can sit down & think a bit. Actually maybe I am just kind of cleaning out my mind so it can think on some more important & creative things. So you get to be my dumpster as I clean out my head! Lucky you! ALSO, I am sitting next to my Rocker Son while he is watching the MTV Awards just as an excuse to be with him a bit.....& I am not too crazy about the stuff I see & hear on my TV. Lot's of bleeping, kissing & nudity! Ha! But I'm laughing too, some is pretty funny. So this is helping me look away without being a total prude ya know? Thanks for your help!

Random # 1 Hubs car did not pass smog & won't unless more $$ is put into it. We have decided to go for it cause it is a fun & rare car to own. Mustang 1985 or 83, don't recall. We are both excited about this! He is shocked that I agree with the plan. What do you know, I can still surprise my hubbs!

Random # 2 Today I got to shoot this pic once again of my favorite view. It is straight up in the air over my beloved backyard swing! That's our almond tree & it is a gorgeous day this Sunday.I love coming out here to read a good book & listen to the birds sing & the cars zoom by. Which for some reason brings me to my next pics that are all about asking your advice about something kinda silly.

Random # 3 I wish I had gotten a tattoo when I was younger so that I could enjoy it now & be a cool old lady. But, I did not get one, did not even want one back then, but now I do! Crazy, I know! I'm 54 & would love a pretty butterfly somewhere that I could see it often & smile.

IF I WERE TO DO THIS, should it be on the back of my hand or wrist area?
Or here on the underside of my wrist?

Or down there on my foot which I usually would not call attention to due to not being crazy about my thick cankles. (Calfs & ankles combined)

I do not know if I have the courage or insanity enough to do this at all, just day dreaming a bit here, but if I did where would you recommend I do it?

Random # 4 Now if I were really thinking about what I SHOULD be doing it would be exercising which even THIS lady is managing to do.This SHOULD inspire me......

but it doesn't, not enough anyway.

Ok, I feel better now that I have dumped all this out on you, thanks so much!