Blogged Out

The time has come, as can be seen from my lack of blogging, for me to pretty much quit this. I've enjoyed it immensely, but the pain from typing is so acute that it cancels out most of the enjoyment I feel when I write.

I'll check in on good days, when I can, but for the most part, consider me blogged out. To the few who did read this site, I send a very big thank you. I've loved reading your own blogs, and will probably continue to do so. That requires only a few keystrokes from me. Typing here on my own is much more labor intense, and my poor fingertips just can't seem to handle it. I've tried alternate methods, such as gloves, but I spend too much time correcting my errors.

I won't say goodbye, as I am a firm believer in prayer. Everything for a reason. Besides, goodbye is so final, and I honestly feel this is just a "see ya later."

xoxo

Neglecting You

I've been very neglectful and haven't even checked in to my blog, let alone post. Bad blogger. To my credit, I do have a good excuse. My sister Claire drove up from Homestead FL to surprise me for my birthday. She arrived on 2/11 and just left on Wednesday. I am still recuperating. I miss her. :(

I'll tell y'all about it later. Right now I'm cleaning. Granted, blogging is much more fun, but the house has threatened to pack up and move if I don't show it some attention. Oh...and the laundry said it would picket out on the front lawn. What WOULD the neighbors think!

Love to all, including me!

How To Watch a Scary Movie

This is what a 12 year old looks like when she's been caught watching a scary movie, even if it IS 9:30ish in the morning. A little background information. The Grudge, with Sarah Michelle Geller, was on last night. Liz wanted to watch it, but I am just not into scary movies. Yes, it was regular TV so it was edited big time, but that's just me. Nope. I told her no, she couldn't watch it either, as I just didn't see the sense in terrorizing one's self right before bedtime. Well, all went okay, Liz fell asleep, and I hit my room to watch reruns of L & O. I get up this morning and I can hear her TV on, so I know she's up. I vacuum the living room and swiffer the kitchen floor, and pop into her room to remind her that today is general cleaning day. I expect her to dust, vacuum. and generally straighten up. This is what I found. I about cracked up. She's watching I Know What You Did Last Summer and all you can see is the top of her head and eyes bigger than my coffee cup saucer! Even at 9:30 in the morning, a scary movie is a scary movie. I think vacuuming will be a welcome change of pace, don't you?

Going with the Flow

A new friend of mine mentioned how she likes that I go with the flow. It got me to thinking, and when I think, I write, so y'all are stuck with me while I work this thought out. Going with the flow. What does it really mean, and why do so many people fight it? It seems that so many people think 'going with the flow' means to relinquish control over a situation, when in truth, it is the exact opposite. There is more control required in not worrying about things than there is in letting things make you nuts. I don't want to cloud your perceptions with my ideas on this, so I'll leave it at this for the moment. Think about it. Then get back to me.

Snow Break!

Six sets of shoes and scarves and whatnot on the back porch, six mugs of hot chocolate gone, six pairs of socks tumbling in the dryer...and one Disney movie. Six bowls of spaghetti and six glasses of sugar free cherry Kool Aid. Another movie goes in. Six kids playing football with a knitted hat and one adult huddled in the corner typing furiously and trying to pretend it's not noisy. Six friends spending the day together. Snow breaks are fun!