Interests:Snagging me an agent, finding a MOTG wedding dress,marathon training, the purple toe and pudding. Expertise:Frito Bandito song, healed plantar faciitis, Gummie Bears as marathon fuel, playing checkers with Oreos and cheese topped Ritzs and as always, pudding. Occupation:Writer Industry:Malarkey
~ I accidentally drove my way into a parade with no way to get out, and ended up throwing Sonic mints out my window.
~ The deceased seem to think it's funny to visit me.
~ Called Boy's university anonymously in his freshman year to see about solving a problem only to be asked if I was indeed his mother. When I asked, "Yes, why?" I was told Boy was standing in front of her and did I want to talk to him. Um, no....click......
~ I'm adopted.
~ All my siblings are named after someone in the family but me.
~ I can tell apart the different colors of M&Ms by taste.
~ Peeped into Bob Gates kitchen pantry and discovered he eats Fruit Loops.
Joy-Bella and her husband will be participating with us. They are coming Saturday to spend the night prior to the race Sunday morning. Sooooooo excited!!
I will have my camera, and post them next week.
In the meantime, you know what to do, my lovelies!
Too much of the C word around here. Gotta change the post just so I don't have to look at it. IT'S TOO MUCH!
I was thinking the other day about the things I have gotten right in my life, and then my focus shifted to what I have gotten wrong. Not to really dwell on the negative, but as a way to learn.
My great aunt would say it's my mouth. That I say too much. That I tell the truth. Folks don't like that, she still to this day tells me. She says if I could learn to shut it (paraphrasing) that my life would be easier. She says I am cursed with a thinking brain and a mouth that doesn't know when to stop. You know what's wrong with you? You talk too much!
I counter with that I rarely offer an opinion unless asked. Don't ask, don't tell. That was mine originally. That I lead with keeping the other person/'s feelings in mind. First, do no harm. (swiped from me while I was in Heaven waiting to be born) Do I have strong opinions? Yes. One skimming session thru Wonkwould clue anyone in. Do I say too much? Most likely. Would my life be easier? Oh, hell yes. Cursed, though? That seems extreme.
As a younger girl, I often wondered why God saw fit to equip me with a non-stop thinking brain and engaged mouth. I agonized over it really. I wanted to be normal. I fought against it. I tried to reinvent myself.
None of it worked for me. After the beating of my 20's, when I entered my 30's, I embraced who it was that I was made to be, who God intended me to be. I can't explain it. I can't fight it either. The why of it all will have to wait, but the living of it will not. I have an intended purpose, just as you do.
I know that what comes from my thinking brain out of my mouth is annoying for some, but I can't live my life worrying about that. I can only make sure that I am truthful and proceed in love, the rest will handle itself. What my great aunt (whom i adore) sees as a negative, I see as a matter of fact; I am who I am. Ain't no one else quite like me, ain't no one else quite like you.
That was the hardest caulk I have ever had to get off. Resistant to almost every move I had. I literally dislodged a tile in the pounding.
What did they put in that stuff in the way back of the 1970's? It was stuck to those tiles like idiocy on Congress. NOT LETTING GO.
Out with the old dingy cracked caulk and in with the shiny new white caulk. Makes a gal pretty darn happy. I go into the bathrooms several times a day just to look at that fantastic caulk job. It makes me sigh with happiness.
Husband has been gone since Friday, returning today. He took the invitation for NASCAR and I encouraged him to go and enjoy it. I told him what I planned to do in the bathrooms with the caulk and he was good with it. He knows I need a weekend caulk fix every now and then. And surprise surprise, he hates caulk. So, it was kinda win win.
This morning. as I looked happily at the clean lines of the gleaming caulk, I even dared to touch it. Pretty firm to the touch. It has set up just fine. Nothing like a good caulk job, I say.
All good things must come to an end. This caulk entry is played out. To those grinning or laughing, you're welcome. To those of you who don't get it, in these parts we pronounce caulk with a hard "awwwwk".
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