You may be wondering why I picked the title, Orange Pop and Toothbrush Soap. If you've read previous posts, then you know about the Toothbrush Soap. Today, I shall regale you with the Orange Pop story. Hopefully, it will bring a smile to your face.
You see, when my older brother and I were kids, he was my hero (he still is, for that matter), and I wanted to be juuuuuuust like him. I listened to the same music he did, tried to dress how he did, attempted to accomplish the same things he accomplished. Even into my college years, I acquired my FCC license and became a radio DJ, because my brother did it, and if my brother did it, that meant it was cool.
Before I get into the rest of the story, I'd like to give a shout out to all you little sisters out there, who have faithfully clung to the pant leg of your superhuman older brothers. You've been brushed off, pushed away, taken advantage of in so many ways, and yet, have remained the ever-loyal, bright-eyed followers. This tale is for you....
Our mother used to take us to McDonald's restaurant for lunch. I'm not trying to make myself sound old, but in those days, the Happy Meal was relatively new, and you thought you were something else if you actually got one.
My brother and I would eat our Happy Meals, and take our miniature orange pops, in the waxy cups (remember those?) home with us in the car. In the back seat, we would sit, not crossing the middle line onto the other sibling's space, and then it would start...
"Hey, Michele, I bet I can drink my coke (in the south, it's ALL coke) faster than you can drink yours."
"No you can't."
"Yes, I can. Wanna race to see who can drink theirs faster?"
"Okay."
"Ready....... set....... GO!!"
The sucking and slurping would begin, and I would pucker as fast I could, fighting brain-freeze and that feeling that your nose is going to fall off and your eyeballs pop out from the high amount of carbonation. I would watch him intensely to make sure I was winning even though he was sucking it down as fast as me.
"DONE!" I would shout, panting and puffing, eyes watery from the effort.
"Awww," he'd say, "I guess you won."
Can you hear the triumphant music playing loudly? As I would begin to catch my breath after the intense moments, the realization that I had won would set in and victory would display it's banner over me. Those of you who have older siblings know that actually beating them in ANYTHING can only be compared to such feats like stopping a train.... climbing Mt. Everest..... leaping tall buildings in a single bound. The sheer satisfaction is worth more than nearly anything else in the kingdom of childhood.
As I would bask in the glory of winning, and Mom would begin the journey home in our army green Gran Torino, my brother would look proudly over at me and the words would ooze out of his mouth, "Gosh.... I bet you're thirsty."
I would clutch my cup, holding nothing but ice, in my little hand and realize that yes, I was indeed thirsty. Then, gazing wantingly at my brother, his bigger-than-life sinister grin illuminating the air, I would notice his cup, and how.... how... it was.... full?? You mean, he FAKE raced me? I won, though!!! But.....but..... somehow, I lost? He tricked me into drinking all that I had while he only pretended? My naive young mind could not possibly wrap itself around this concept.
Nevermind the slimy sarcasm that dripped from his lips, let's talk about the manipulation. Let's talk about the evil trickery he used on me. My victory.... his defeat... *sigh*. It would all fade into the distance as we would finish the ride home, him with his slurping delight, and me with my melting ice and dashed hopes. Can you HEAR the violins playing?
I can't tell you how many times I fell for tricks like this. As I have said before, it is a wonder my brother and I survived growing up, let alone ended up as friends. To all of you who have fallen into the traps of your wise older siblings, I salute you. Thanks for taking one for the team!
To all of you older siblings, throw us a bone now and then, would ya? I love you Brada-mon!
October 30, 2008
October 27, 2008
101 Things You Probably Never Wanted to Know About Me...
Jocelyn Dixon (aponderingheart.com) posted 101 facts about herself on her blog, and I liked it so much, I thought I'd use it (I hope you don't mind, Jocelyn). Be prepared for the unusual, along with very candid honesty.
1. I used to hate the spelling of my name, but now I like it.
2. Black is my favourite colour.
3. It irritates the daylights out of me when people say, "You should wear something other than black." I don't tell people who wear a lot of red that they should wear something other than red.
4. I have a very emotional and affectionate cat.
5. I am more like my mother than I thought (not that it's a bad thing!).
6. I hate being late. On time to me is 5 minutes early.
7. I refuse to have a "picture of Jesus" in my house. I don't believe they're ever realistic.
8. I leave my windows open in the winter.
9. I prefer cloudy days over sunshine.
10. I have a 7-foot pine tree in my living room.
11. My blood type is very rare.
12. I like Mountain Dew icees.
13. My brother, dad and mom are my three heroes. All three have overcome tremendous obstacles in their lives and come out as amazing people.
14. There are only three people that truly know who I am.
15. My phone rarely rings unless people want something from me.
16. I lived in multiple foster homes as a child.
17. I have hazel eyes.
18. I like vegetables WAY more than I like sweets.
19. I wear white gold or silver, but NEVER yellow gold.
20. I am attempting to grow my hair out to my butt since I've never done it before.
21. I think it's very weird that I just typed the words "my butt" in a blog.
22. Last Christmas, some dear friends gave me 17-place settings of bavarian china, with serving dishes and all. It made me cry.
23. I cry a lot when I'm alone.
24. I have three tattoos, and would like one or two more.
25. I have accidentally ripped out my nose ring more than once.
26. I LOVE log cabins.
27. Someday, I would like to write a book, but probably never will.
28. I let people intimidate and control me way too much.
29. I name nearly everything.
30. My Trailblazer's name is Julia. My acoustic guitar's name is Beauregard the Second.
31. I play many musical instruments, but I can't read music.
32. I can't stand the words purse, bless or special.
33. Unless I have a child, I am the end of my dad's bloodline.
34. According to "the tests", my personality type makes up less than 2% of the population.
35. I can "see through" people very easily.
36. I absolutely LOVE senior citizens.
37. I don't feel like I have value to anyone.
38. I despise shallow chit chat.
39. I can make up songs, poems and stories on the spot.
40. My brother's IQ is higher than mine.
41. My IQ is 144.
42. Math makes me angry.
43. I have more than 60 pairs of shoes.
44. I love jet black hair.
45 I can whistle and hum at the same time.... sometimes in harmony.
46. I collect watches. I currently have 112.
47. I get very frustrated when I drop my keys.
48. I drop my keys a lot.
49. I buy bottled water.
50. I listen to Christmas music and watch Christmas movies throughout the year.
51. I think faster than almost anyone I know.
52. I react well in emergencies.
53. I analyze everything to death.
54. I am considering going back to vegetarianism.
55. My brother is one of my best friends.
56. My bathroom is currently decorated in Coca-Cola stuff.
57. I like sarcastic humor.
58. I can't look at certain kinds of clowns - they're scary.
59. My favourite number is 10.
60. My least favourite number is 11 - I try hard not to look at it.
61. It bugs me when people pronounce nuclear, "nuke-you-lar", and realtor, "real-a-tor". Minnesotans are notorious for the latter.
62. I wish I could have a garden and grow my own vegetables.
63. It makes me physically ill when I see people suffering.
64. I've coached for two human births.
65. I love my sister-in-law.
66. I love photographing people.
67. I think Carol Burnett is absolutely brilliant.
68. I own a nativity set made up of black bears.
69. I like cartoons. Garfield, Bugs Bunny and Tom & Jerry are my favs.
70. I don't believe in mindless obedience (except in some cases where authority plays a role).
71. I don't allow myself to dream, because I've discovered that dreams rarely come true.
72. I get VERY angry when people pick on other people.
73. My parents got married on April Fool's day. They are divorced.
74. I like living in the city. I don't think I would survive in the country.
75. In the past year, there have been multiple shootings, and two murders in my neighborhood.
76. I have a tendency to road rage.
77. Going to Wal-Mart with my best friend is one of my favourite things to do.
78. I rode a passenger train for the first time two years ago with my mom. It was awesome.
79. My brother and I have hash browns, wheat toast and coffee when we go out to breakfast together.
80. I count in my head, not out loud.
81. I am told I look like my grandmother. I am also told I look like my dad. I am ALSO told I look like my mom. I guess that makes me a mutt.
82. Frequently, when I look into peoples' eyes, they get all wiggly and ask me "What are you seeing?"
83. My cat hogs the bed, and I would rather be uncomfortable than have him move.
84. I rarely make my bed. It's hard to make yourself into a burrito when your covers are all tucked in.
85. I am learning how to stand up for myself. Believe it or not, that's not an easy thing to do when you're short.
86. About eight years ago, someone told me that my looks are the thorn in my side, and that if it weren't for what I look like, I would be famous. That has never left me. I doubt it ever will.
87. I love the smell of cedar.
88. I am very good at tap dancing.
89. I think I have a stupid laugh.
90. I do NOT like doing dishes.
91. I have an amazing stepmother. She's kind, gentle and loving, but I have no doubts that she could kick some serious butt.
92. I am sometimes too independent.
93. I am a true introvert.
94. One of my pet peeves is when someone says they're going to do something and doesn't do it.
95. I like a good musical number.
96. When I see a spider, I get light-headed.
97. I love the way my dad laughs.
98. I have been thrown from a horse many times.
99. I've only been in one fist fight in my life. I had a black-out moment of rage, so I don't remember it, but I walked away unscathed while the other girl ended up with two black eyes and a scar.
100. I can leg press more than 700 pounds.
101. I am me. What you see is what you get.
SWD #4
http://thesimplewoman.blogspot.com/
FOR TODAY (October 27, 2008)...
Outside My Window... it's 36 degrees, and there's a HUGE pile of leaves that blew against the door last night.
I am thinking... about melancholy personalities. If you're a melancholy, it's very difficult to see the bright side of things.
I am thankful for... my health, as I watch people around me start to fall apart.
From the kitchen... I am enjoying a very, very hot cup of coffee in my favourite mug. It keeps things hot for hours and hours, and holds a cold drink with ice for more than 24 hours.
I am wearing... black palazzo pants, hunter green turtleneck, long black jacket/sweater thingy and my awesome Sketcher shoes.
I am creating... a list in my mind of the top sayings that most single people hate to hear.
I am going... to straighten the table in my living room.
I am STILL reading... the same things I was reading the last time I listed what I was reading. *snort*
I am hoping... to remember to savour the autumn days, since they are my favourite.
I am hearing... the ticking clock, the wind whistling wildly outside, my own thoughts racing about on the motorcross track of my mind.
Around the house... I have clothes hanging everywhere because they needed more dry time.
One of my favorite things... is hearing hundreds of people singing together. So powerful.
A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week:
I have no idea right now. Things have to be left open for last minute details on Halloween stuff.
Here is picture thought I am sharing...
I had to share two pictures today. I was driving to work one morning last week and was struck by the beauty of the fall colours. I whipped out my phone and, of course, completely legally, snapped a couple of shots of the road I was on. I thought that, even though they aren't the best quality, they were worth looking at.
Outside My Window... it's 36 degrees, and there's a HUGE pile of leaves that blew against the door last night.
I am thinking... about melancholy personalities. If you're a melancholy, it's very difficult to see the bright side of things.
I am thankful for... my health, as I watch people around me start to fall apart.
From the kitchen... I am enjoying a very, very hot cup of coffee in my favourite mug. It keeps things hot for hours and hours, and holds a cold drink with ice for more than 24 hours.
I am wearing... black palazzo pants, hunter green turtleneck, long black jacket/sweater thingy and my awesome Sketcher shoes.
I am creating... a list in my mind of the top sayings that most single people hate to hear.
I am going... to straighten the table in my living room.
I am STILL reading... the same things I was reading the last time I listed what I was reading. *snort*
I am hoping... to remember to savour the autumn days, since they are my favourite.
I am hearing... the ticking clock, the wind whistling wildly outside, my own thoughts racing about on the motorcross track of my mind.
Around the house... I have clothes hanging everywhere because they needed more dry time.
One of my favorite things... is hearing hundreds of people singing together. So powerful.
A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week:
I have no idea right now. Things have to be left open for last minute details on Halloween stuff.
Here is picture thought I am sharing...
I had to share two pictures today. I was driving to work one morning last week and was struck by the beauty of the fall colours. I whipped out my phone and, of course, completely legally, snapped a couple of shots of the road I was on. I thought that, even though they aren't the best quality, they were worth looking at.
October 24, 2008
TAG
TAG! Read mine, and if you're tagged, do your own and tag someone else!
10 years ago I was :
1- 10 years younger.
2- Working for a computer service and sales company.
3- Still living in the same state as my brother.
4- Playing piano and singing on a church praise team.
5- Sporting jet black hair. I miss that.
5 years ago I was:
1- Working at a Lutheran church. Still am.
2- Enjoying getting to know my best friend.
3- Decorating my house in lighthouses.
4- Teaching the kids at church.
5- Afraid to be who I really was.
5 things on my "to do" list :
1- Not lose my mind.
2- Call my dad.
3- Buy cat litter.
4- Drink some coffee.
5- Try to find people who care about what I have to say. :o)
5 snacks that I enjoy:
1- Frozen peas.
2- Whale crackers.
3- Pretty much any kind of raw vegetable.
4- Raw almonds.
5- A Mountain Dew icee.
5 things I would do if I were a millionaire:
1- Pay off my truck.
2- Buy a log cabin.
3- Kidnap my mom for a tour around the world.
4- Pay off my brother's mansion.
5- Maybe buy a Dr. Pepper.
5 places I have lived:
1- New Mexico.
2- Texas.
3- Colorado.
4- Minnesota.
5- There are no more.
5 jobs I have had:
1- Paper Girl.
2- Bumper Car and Ferris Wheel Operator.
3- Chiropractic Therapist.
4- Office Manager.
5- Paraprofessional.
5 words that describe me:
1- Creative.
2- Outcast.
3- Loyal.
4- Rescuer.
5- Freak.
I tag... well.... the only people that read this blog so far. Jen, Jacque, Amanda and Jocelyn.
10 years ago I was :
1- 10 years younger.
2- Working for a computer service and sales company.
3- Still living in the same state as my brother.
4- Playing piano and singing on a church praise team.
5- Sporting jet black hair. I miss that.
5 years ago I was:
1- Working at a Lutheran church. Still am.
2- Enjoying getting to know my best friend.
3- Decorating my house in lighthouses.
4- Teaching the kids at church.
5- Afraid to be who I really was.
5 things on my "to do" list :
1- Not lose my mind.
2- Call my dad.
3- Buy cat litter.
4- Drink some coffee.
5- Try to find people who care about what I have to say. :o)
5 snacks that I enjoy:
1- Frozen peas.
2- Whale crackers.
3- Pretty much any kind of raw vegetable.
4- Raw almonds.
5- A Mountain Dew icee.
5 things I would do if I were a millionaire:
1- Pay off my truck.
2- Buy a log cabin.
3- Kidnap my mom for a tour around the world.
4- Pay off my brother's mansion.
5- Maybe buy a Dr. Pepper.
5 places I have lived:
1- New Mexico.
2- Texas.
3- Colorado.
4- Minnesota.
5- There are no more.
5 jobs I have had:
1- Paper Girl.
2- Bumper Car and Ferris Wheel Operator.
3- Chiropractic Therapist.
4- Office Manager.
5- Paraprofessional.
5 words that describe me:
1- Creative.
2- Outcast.
3- Loyal.
4- Rescuer.
5- Freak.
I tag... well.... the only people that read this blog so far. Jen, Jacque, Amanda and Jocelyn.
October 23, 2008
Letter to a Dying Person
One year ago today, Mr. Elmer Wetenkamp passed away. I remember the weeks before he died.... helping the family with his care, keeping him fed and clean, sitting by his side trying to calm him as his life was coming to an end. There's never been anything in my life that I've held in the realms of high privilege like this experience.
Day after day, we wondered, "will this be the one?" The last Sunday he was alive, his family gathered around him and wept as they said their good-byes to him. What an honour to be part of that moment, as the realization that the end was coming began to permeate the room. His lovely wife of 65 years, Mary Jane, by his side.... she rarely left his side...... and his children and grandchildren gathered around.
I can recall being up with him in the middle of the last night he was alive. Mary Jane had gone out to use the bathroom and I heard this faint whisper from Elmer's mouth...... "I love you, Mary Jane." Those were the last words he spoke. I've never told her that. I wonder if I should.
Caring for someone in that position is the most incredible, loving thing you could do. The raw vulerability of it all completely takes my breath away when I think about it. Unable to move, unable to speak, unable to bathe or use the bathroom on their own..... wishing they could speak, but surrendering to silence.
I have a new found admiration for hospice workers all over the world. I think perhaps the greatest gift you could give another human is to be the one who sits by their side as their life becomes a misty existence, and eventually fades away.
One day, when Elmer was in his last hours, I felt this overwhelming emotional surge, and this is what came out.....
LETTER TO A DYING PERSON
Dear Friend,
How I wish you could understand the words I write in this letter. How I wish I could talk to you and tell you what I’m thinking.
My friend, you are dying. You are on a journey that no one ever wants to go on, nevertheless, it’s a journey which we must all take. You were talking for a while, and then one day, your words turned to mumbles, and soon after that, your mumbles turned to moans.
I want you to know that as you try desperately within your mind to make your mouth form words, that I am on the other side trying desperately to understand you. As you slowly move your hands and arms to try in some way to signal what you need, I am on the other side watching intensely in an attempt to interpret your movements.
I want you to know that as you decline, and as your body shuts down, I am working diligently to make sure you are comfortable, and not experiencing any pain. I will be as careful as I can when I clean you, making sure the water is warm and you don’t get too chilled as you lay there.
I want you to know that I understand you are very vulnerable right now. I will be as gentle as humanly possible with every area of your body, and when the time comes for you to be cleaned when your body rids itself of waste, I will do everything I can to preserve your dignity.
You are still every bit a person, and you will always be exactly who God made you to be, no matter what condition your body is in. I will always keep that in the front of my mind. I am here. I am watching, listening and guarding to protect you and keep you safe from harm.
It is my honour and privilege to help you, my friend, as I know you would do the same for me. I pray your journey is painless and peaceful. Know that I will be by your side as much as I can until you take your last breath.
All my love and more....
Day after day, we wondered, "will this be the one?" The last Sunday he was alive, his family gathered around him and wept as they said their good-byes to him. What an honour to be part of that moment, as the realization that the end was coming began to permeate the room. His lovely wife of 65 years, Mary Jane, by his side.... she rarely left his side...... and his children and grandchildren gathered around.
I can recall being up with him in the middle of the last night he was alive. Mary Jane had gone out to use the bathroom and I heard this faint whisper from Elmer's mouth...... "I love you, Mary Jane." Those were the last words he spoke. I've never told her that. I wonder if I should.
Caring for someone in that position is the most incredible, loving thing you could do. The raw vulerability of it all completely takes my breath away when I think about it. Unable to move, unable to speak, unable to bathe or use the bathroom on their own..... wishing they could speak, but surrendering to silence.
I have a new found admiration for hospice workers all over the world. I think perhaps the greatest gift you could give another human is to be the one who sits by their side as their life becomes a misty existence, and eventually fades away.
One day, when Elmer was in his last hours, I felt this overwhelming emotional surge, and this is what came out.....
LETTER TO A DYING PERSON
Dear Friend,
How I wish you could understand the words I write in this letter. How I wish I could talk to you and tell you what I’m thinking.
My friend, you are dying. You are on a journey that no one ever wants to go on, nevertheless, it’s a journey which we must all take. You were talking for a while, and then one day, your words turned to mumbles, and soon after that, your mumbles turned to moans.
I want you to know that as you try desperately within your mind to make your mouth form words, that I am on the other side trying desperately to understand you. As you slowly move your hands and arms to try in some way to signal what you need, I am on the other side watching intensely in an attempt to interpret your movements.
I want you to know that as you decline, and as your body shuts down, I am working diligently to make sure you are comfortable, and not experiencing any pain. I will be as careful as I can when I clean you, making sure the water is warm and you don’t get too chilled as you lay there.
I want you to know that I understand you are very vulnerable right now. I will be as gentle as humanly possible with every area of your body, and when the time comes for you to be cleaned when your body rids itself of waste, I will do everything I can to preserve your dignity.
You are still every bit a person, and you will always be exactly who God made you to be, no matter what condition your body is in. I will always keep that in the front of my mind. I am here. I am watching, listening and guarding to protect you and keep you safe from harm.
It is my honour and privilege to help you, my friend, as I know you would do the same for me. I pray your journey is painless and peaceful. Know that I will be by your side as much as I can until you take your last breath.
All my love and more....
October 20, 2008
Orange Pop and Toothbrush Soap
My brother and I are very close, and I love him more than I could ever say. In fact, I am constantly amazed that not only did we survive our childhood, but that we came out of it friends at all. We talk fairly frequently, and maintain pretty much a daily level of contact through emails, instant messaging and phone texting. One of the things I really enjoy about him is that he's a good kind of weird, and somewhat random, like me.
In amongst our texting last year, I received one of these random messages from him that simply said, "I'm sorry about your toothbrush."
My message back, "Uhh..... my toothbrush?"
His reply, "Yeah, when we were kids, I used to rub your toothbrush in the soap all the time, so I'm sorry."
This, of course, launched a great deal of laughter in me, as I have learned to appreciate the humor in all the big brother tricks he played on me when we were young. It's funny, I don't remember my toothbrush tasting soapy, nor did it ever produce an unwelcome amount of suds in my mouth. Does that mean no harm, no foul? I suppose I shall ponder farther.
I have labeled this post, "Orange Pop and Toothbrush Soap". I will use this title repeatedly as I remember different things about growing up. I don't expect to accomplish much out of it, but perhaps, if nothing more, it will create a smile on the faces of the readers.
I love you, Brada-mon!
In amongst our texting last year, I received one of these random messages from him that simply said, "I'm sorry about your toothbrush."
My message back, "Uhh..... my toothbrush?"
His reply, "Yeah, when we were kids, I used to rub your toothbrush in the soap all the time, so I'm sorry."
This, of course, launched a great deal of laughter in me, as I have learned to appreciate the humor in all the big brother tricks he played on me when we were young. It's funny, I don't remember my toothbrush tasting soapy, nor did it ever produce an unwelcome amount of suds in my mouth. Does that mean no harm, no foul? I suppose I shall ponder farther.
I have labeled this post, "Orange Pop and Toothbrush Soap". I will use this title repeatedly as I remember different things about growing up. I don't expect to accomplish much out of it, but perhaps, if nothing more, it will create a smile on the faces of the readers.
I love you, Brada-mon!
SWD #3
http://thesimplewoman.blogspot.com/
FOR TODAY (October 20, 2008)...
FOR TODAY (October 20, 2008)...
Outside My Window... the world is going by, and multi-coloured leaves are fluttering down.
I am thinking... about Christmas music. I LOVE Christmas music. Especially the old stuff... Bing Crosby, Rosemary Clooney, etc.
I am thankful for... the few family members I have left and sleep.
From the kitchen... a lovely bagel with garden veggie cream cheese and tomatoes.
I am wearing... a burnt red shirt, black pants and awesome chunky Sketcher shoes.
I am creating... a schedule to keep my week straight.
I am going... bonkers.
I am (still) reading... The Confessional, by J. L. Powers.
I am hoping... to go to bed on time tonight. Ha...... haha.... hahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa.
I am hearing... the volunteers recording the attendance and someone's keys jingling in the hallway. Oh... and now the phone is ringing.
Around the house... I haven't been there much lately, so it's almost hard to remember what it looks like. Messy, I think. If Allige would clean, it would help. Gawl.
One of my favorite things... is having long conversations with people. Forget the shallow stuff, I want to dig deep.
A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week: Meeting tonight, meeting tomorrow, practice on Wednesday, girls' night on Thursday, another practice on Friday, another practice on Saturday, another practice on Sunday. So basically, a lot of practice.
Here is picture thought I am sharing..
My stepmother took this picture of her horse, Sniper. I think the picture pretty much says it all, don't you? :o)
October 17, 2008
Old friendships...
I had the chance to meet with a friend yesterday who I haven't seen in more than 14 years. She said the most profound thing about one of her relationships.
She said, "If I want her to accept me for who I am, then I have to accept her for who she is, EVEN if that means that part of who she is means she cannot accept me for who I am."
Yes, yes, yes, you have to read it and analyze it to really see the depth, but when you do, it makes you think.
At one point in our wonderful conversation I said, "I don't want anything, but I want everything, and we can be done with that now." She said I should psycho-analyze that comment. Anyone care to give your professional opinion? :o)
She said, "If I want her to accept me for who I am, then I have to accept her for who she is, EVEN if that means that part of who she is means she cannot accept me for who I am."
Yes, yes, yes, you have to read it and analyze it to really see the depth, but when you do, it makes you think.
At one point in our wonderful conversation I said, "I don't want anything, but I want everything, and we can be done with that now." She said I should psycho-analyze that comment. Anyone care to give your professional opinion? :o)
SWD #2
FOR TODAY (October 17, 2008)...
Outside My Window... Misty drizzle and cool autumn air
I am thinking... that I have a lot on my plate right now.
I am thankful for... the opportunity to visit with a friend I haven't seen in 14 years.
From the kitchen... leftover fried rice. Yum.
I am wearing... a black, long-sleeved shirt and wide leg jeans.
I am creating... a mess, because I have no idea how these blog things work!
I am going... to paint stars on the wall.
I am reading... The Confessional, by J. L. Powers
I am hoping... to be able to remember everything I have to get done over the next few weeks.
I am hearing... the hum of the computer, my fingers typing and someone talking outside.
Around the house... the cat doth lay.
One of my favorite things... is autumn weather and colours.
A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week: Work on the SC room, laundry and sleep!
Here is picture thought I am sharing..
This picture makes me laugh so hard. I can just see how angry poor kitty is about being in the water! I would imagine my kitty would react the same way. I dunno... it just brings me joy.
October 14, 2008
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