Holy Head Cold Hannah!

A tiny bit of a bug

has taken up residency in my skull

wreaking havoc on my thoughts

and creating a misfit of actions.

I spent the entire day (yesterday) wrapped in blankets

thinking it was Monday,

missing appointments,

letting my helpless laundry go stagnant in the washer.

I ate soup, took naps, vegged on a movie

and read books when my brain allowed the words to appear normal.

I whined, I complained.

I drank kombucha, ate garlic and flushed my system

with as much fluid as my bladder could handle (and then some).

If I don't attack the cold, the cold attacks me

and I will end up with bronchitis (again) or worse, 

pneumonia (which I have had three times).

Woke this morning to progress.

That little bug is packing his bags.

Eviction process is in full swing.

I'm sparing you any pictures.

;0)

My apologies for the lack of substance in this post. Guess I just missed it here and wanted to say, "Hello Friends! I miss you!"

Blessings

It may appear that we are alone on our journey through life,

but one need only to look to the left or the right

to see that we are not alone. We are walking side by side.

With deep gratitude I thank each one of you for being by my side.

~~~~~~

A wish, a kiss, a blessing

sent out onto the air

praying it reaches your doorstep

and finds you waiting there.

May your heart open wide and fill with love.

May your soul feel light and free.

May you find magic in the air this holiday season

and love filled gifts under your tree.

I thank you and love you for being here.

Your friendships and support touch my heart.

May God bless you this holiday season.

May the New Year bless you from finish to start.

What Kids Really Want

Warning: Jolly Elf discussion. Not for little eyes.

Second born is in middle school. His school shares a project with the local grade schools. All first graders wrote letters to Santa. The letters were distributed to the middle school where they had the students elves respond.

Second born elf received a letter in which the child told Santa he (the child) wanted to give him(Santa) a gift this year since Santa is always giving to everyone else. The only other request in his letter was to have a fun and happy Christmas.

Simple and sweet, right?

Second born elf's best friend elf received a letter from a boy requesting two small toys. The boy also stated that if he could have his true wish for Christmas, it would be that his daddy would play with him more.

Ouch.

For Christmas this year, in honor of the letters to Santa, I am doling out extra hugs and love. I am praying the little boy's wish for time with his daddy comes true.

I am sharing this story in the hopes that it inspires all who are reading to slow down, sit in silence and feel the real Christmas spirit. Don't listen to the noisy media-bot and reach for your wallet to spread false holiday cheer. Dig deeper. Reach into your heart. Share fistfuls of love, armloads of hugs, mouthfuls of praise and compliments.

I wish all of  you a Heart Overflowing Holiday Season. Hugs all around.

This ornament has been on my tree for many years. When my oldest was just a wee lad we went to visit an old family friend. He spotted this Santa on her tree and plucked it off. He was fascinated by it. He grinned from ear to ear and would not take his eyes off of it. Diane, always full of love and generosity, insisted he keep the ornament as it obviously made him very happy. She passed away several years later, in her early 50's, of diabetes complications. Every year I hang Santa on the tree. With that ornament I hang memories of Diane, of her love, her generosity, her spirit. She resides in my tree every Christmas.

Much Needed Message

I received the following message to my inbox yesterday. Boy! Did I ever need it! I mean, I really, really needed it. Now to get some ink so I can print it out and hang it on my bedroom wall. If you are interested in receiving inspiring quotes and posts full of wisdom, visit The Daily Love and sign up for their daily mail. Your life will be better for it!


The following is a message from Mastin of "The Daily Love".
Thank you, thank you Mastin for your daily dose of l♡ve.



As TDL is expanding, I've had to let go of a lot of sh*t.

It's crazy, actually. The craziest realization is the realization that I am worthy of receiving awesome stuff - but I have to let go of control.

My mom recently told me that she had an "invisibility complex" where she didn't see herself growing up. She is doing AMAZING personal growth work right now; it's sooo inspiring to me to see her set an awesome example of leadership and growth.

And personal growth is like an onion, there's always another layer. And when my mom mentioned this to me - not only did it resonate as true for her, but it resonated as true for me. I realized that growing up, and even a lot still today, I would do whatever I could to help others, and in the process ignore myself. And while at the beginning that was cool, what started to happen was I would build up resentment inside myself because I wasn't seeing me, and as a result others weren't either! And when I didn't have the tools or awareness, I would actually blame other people for not seeing me, instead of realizing that when I see myself and act accordingly, life changes for the better.

When she told me she had this thing where she felt invisible, it was like a million pieces of things I didn't understand all came into focus and the truth hit me like a TON of BRICKS - life turned out how it did because I wasn't really seeing myself. And even if I was seeing myself, I didn't have the belief that I was enough. I think this is a hard lesson for folks to learn. We don't want to be selfish; we don't want to be narcissistic - isn't it true? But, like the wisdom of the airplane stewardess who asks us to put on our own oxygen mask before helping others, it's important that we help and see ourselves so we can best show up for other folks.

Isn't it true? Yeah, it was a big wake up call for me.

So now I ask myself - "Mastin, how can you see yourself today and in this moment?" I ask, "What do you feel is missing from this moment and how can you BRING what you feel is missing to it?"

These questions have really helped to change my life for the better - and on top of that, they've helped to guide me to remember who is ultimately responsible for the emotions I feel - which is of course me! :o)

So if you are living a life where you don't feel seen, then my friend, I'm asking you - do you see yourself? Do you see your true needs and are your standards high enough so that they are being met? If not - now that you know better - what are you going to do? Let me know:
WhatImGoingThru@TheDailyLove.com

Lots of love,

Mastin  

Bah Humblog

Not feeling very bloggy the last few days.

Can't seem to capture those elusive things called thoughts.

Instead, I am sharing a few Christmas Carvings the hubs has for sale.

He's pretty clever, that man of mine!

Choices

Taking my son's forgotten lunch to school today, I found myself stopped at the local train.

The little town is cut in two by tracks.

When the train comes, there's no going around.

One must wait.

Some drivers get frustrated, some downright mad.

Me? I love the train.

It has such an old timey feel.

The rumbling, the metal scraping, the thunderous weight

all feels strangely soothing to me.

I love that it makes everyone stop.

For a minute, sometimes five, everyone is required to stop.

How that time is spent is purely choice.

Some may cuss and fume.

Others dance in their car and crank the tunes.

Me?

I people watch.

I study the art of graffiti.

I laugh at the amateurs.

I bask in the time spent at a stand still with my fellow drivers.

We are in it together.

This crazy trip called life. 

Each traveler chose this road at this time

and ended up at this spot

together

for a moment

or two

or ten.

I acknowledge the other drivers with a nod, a smile.

I turn up my radio, tap my fingers, bob my head.

I snap pictures.

The train passes. The lights stop. The bar lifts.

Travelers back on their merry way.

Perhaps it will make someone late.

Perhaps the pause in time saves someone from a wreck that would have been.

Perhaps it allowed someone time to think, to cry, to rejoice.

Perhaps it sparked inspiration in others as it did in me.

There's just something about a train.

We interrupt this holiday season...

... with a bit of fall humor.

A few months back I was sitting at a local market show with Darling Husband and his amazing carvings. The show was slow and the air a bit chilly. I was quite tired so I slouched down in my chair, and threw my head back to rest. Looking up through the giant black walnut trees at the blue skies, the clouds were sailing by putting on a fabulous show of serenity.

After a bit my CIADD (child-bearing induced attention deficit disorder) kicked in and I started scanning the branches of the tree. Suddenly I noticed black walnuts waaaaaayyyyy up above us. At first I thought, "Holy cow! One of those babies could fall and knock us out!!!" My mind (remember the CIADD) quickly changed gears and I started laughing and giggling at the prospect that this tree was most definitely male as it had a pair of nuts!!! Ha ha ha!!!

Amusing myself and still looking up, I proceeded to voice my new found discovery of male tree genitalia to my Darling Husband. I sat up abruptly to point out the proof. With arm in the air pointing to the heavens and a grin on my face that I'm most certain reached from one ear to the other, it was then that I noticed he was standing with customers!!!! Drat. So much for acting professional.

Warning!!!! Rant!!!!!

Warning: The following is a rant. If you're sensitive to this kind of thing, please back slowly away from the computer for your own good. If you care to indulge in a little personal ranting, I sure could use some advice, hugs, support. Heck, you can even join in if the spirit moves you!

I've been trying to plan Christmas for my family. How freakin' hard can it be? I grew up with a mom and two brothers (plus Grandma up the street). That's it. Five of us. F I V E ! Christmas should be easy. But it's not. We have lost grandma. That leaves four. Easier yet, right? WRONG!!!! Every year I'm stuck throwing Christmas as my mother does not deal well. My brothers put their (no longer) estranged father first, their in-laws first, nap time first, work first, everything first. I get the job of finding a few measly hours on the friggin' calendar where everyone is free. They started talking January. We're not even going gifts. What's so hard about finding two measly hours to spend together? No one even lives far!!!! They don't put it priority, they don't sacrifice, they have to be "free". BS!!!! There were FOUR of us in that house growing up through all the shit. We only had each other! FOUR!!! Why is that not of value? Why is it not priority? Why am I stuck figuring and re-figuring and re-figuring when we can celebrate Christmas because nothing works for anyone else? Any time works for me! I'm free! Guess what? I'm trying to make everyone else happy and I AM MISERABLE!!!! I should have moved ages ago but I held on to threads. Frayed threads. I'm reduced to tears. It matters to me and I wish it didn't. Now I kick myself. I am this close (holding thumb and pointer mm's apart) to cancelling the Christmas we can't seem to pull off... again. This is the note I will send out.

 ◆

i am

ebenezer

and you can

all suck it this

holiday season. i'm

do

ne

Come to think of it, why do we bother trying to get together  for Christmas if it's so blessed hard? I think some of my family members might be athiest, none of us were brought up religious, and we're not exchanging gifts! Hmmm....   bah humbug!

Honesty

Do you ever hear a word, a normal word, a word you use all the time,

and suddenly it sounds different and you think

"That is the strangest sounding word."

Then you write it down and realize it even looks strange.

No?

Maybe it's just me.

Okay, check this.

I'm really trying to be more honest with myself.

Remember my post about preparing for a party and wanting to be real?

I have been faced with another challenge.

Due to my extended families schedules, I am forced to hold Christmas this Sunday.

Not my choice. I'm not ready. I cannot afford a tree until the following weekend.

I thought about putting one on a charge card but that seems ludicrous.

Instead, I have decided to be honest. I put up this...

Yes, friends. It is a Charlie Brown Christmas tree!

I love it!

It was given to me by a friend.

It is fitting for our upcoming gathering.

We are all struggling in this economy.

We have all agreed to forgo gifts.

Once again, in the spirit of honesty, I thought about saying, 

"Screw the house too. I'm not cleaning one lick."

Yup. That's honesty.

I do say screw.

And I don't like to clean for others.

That's when the word hit me funny.

Honesty.

 I wrote it down.

Not only did it sound funny but it looked funny too. 

I went a step further and looked up the definition.

Honesty

1. the quality or fact of being honest; uprightness and fairness. 

2. truthfulness, sincerity, or frankness. 

3. freedom from deceit or fraud. 

I thought, "It kind of looks like 'hone' and 'sty'.

So I looked them up as well.

Hone

to make more acute or effective; improve; perfect

Sty

1. a pen in which pigs are housed and fed. 2. any filthy or corrupt place

 Ha!

Busted.

I was trying to use honesty as an excuse to be lazy and not clean at all.

Cop out.

I like a clean house, just not an anal retentive white glove house.

It looks like I better get honest with my bad self and hone my sty for Christmas!

Bah Humbug!

Weekend

What a whirlwind of a weekend!

I'm exhausted.

We'll catch up later.

In the mean time, enjoy staring at the pretty lights.

I certainly did!

The Challenge

I do not own a house, I am lucky enough to be owned by a home. A home where we live, love, play and create. With such a joyfully creative clan, I choose to encourage their masterpiece rather than worry about their mess. This becomes a bit of a hiccup in two instances.

Sometimes my mind has had enough of the clutter and needs some clarity at which time everyone pitches in and cleans, cleans, cleans.


Once in a while I do something completely erratic like host a home party. It is then that I feel the real chaos. Not the chaos of my home. My home is not filthy but it is most certainly lived in. When someone ropes me into a home party I feel the need to present my house as something it is not. Picture perfect. Magazine spread ready.


I'm hosting one of those events this evening. Ugh! Why oh why does the word "no" escape me? So I'm stressing away about my house and all the preparations for the "perfect" evening. Bah humbug. I don't like perfection. The stress over making my house seem like something is not has been weighing on me. This morning I decided that rather than presenting the perfect house, I will present a loving home. In my eyes, it is the better of the two.

I looked up some quotes on housework. Then, I created one of my own!

Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing.

~Phyllis Diller, Phyllis Diller's Housekeeping Hints, 1966

Our house is clean enough to be healthy,

and dirty enough to be happy.  ~Author Unknown

We labor to make a house a home, then every time we're expecting visitors, we rush to turn it back into a house.  ~Robert Brault

If the shelves are dusty and the pots don't shine,
it's because I have better things to do with my time.
~Author Unknown

 

One cannot create a masterpiece 

without first creating a mess. ~Lynn Retzlaff

Yum!

Do these cinnamon rolls make my butt look big?

Now to get my mouth to care!

I made a batch yesterday.

They are unbelieveable!

Santa should definitely put them on the naughty list!

Want to make your own?

Check out The Girl Who Ate Everything

WARNING! You'll want to eat everything too!

LOVE this sight!

Baby it's cold outside!

Pillow Fight

Soft and fluffy
rest inducing stuffy

not a chance in my bed
where I lay my head

waiting for that silent lul
instead
nightmares permeate my skull

up I rise
screaming
terrorized

shake with fear
sometimes tears

'til I open my eyes
and realize
it was only a dream

"Not a dream!"
"I am your past!"
It screams

cry
sigh
say goodbye

lay down my head
try again

my nightly pillow fight

goodnight?

~ Lynn Retzlaff

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving

I stepped outside this morning and saw frost on the ground.

Appreciation for its beauty swept over me, quickly followed by gratitude for a warm home.

My mind wandered back a few years to an interview I did with the president of a local homeless shelter. They supply warmth, food, bus passes, help with job hunting, and other resources.

The winters in the Midwest can be brutal and have bouts of temperatures dipping down well below zero. The homeless shelters fill quickly and they have to turn people away. It is heartbreaking.

This Thanksgiving, take a moment to reflect on all you have to be thankful for. Perhaps you can follow that moment with an act of loving kindness and give someone less fortunate something to be thankful for as well. It could be something as simple as helping an elderly person carry their groceries to the store, or signing up at a local church to serve Thanksgiving dinner, a donation of money to a local charity to house the homeless and help them get back on their feet. If everyone gave a little, it would add up to a lot.

One drop equals a ripple.

Thousands of drops together make waves.

A few drops to consider this Thanksgiving...

Feed America

Help the Homeless

Project Linus

Random

Monday

What a day!

Lots to do in little time.

In honor of my non-focused, rush filled day,

I share with you a bit of random.

Going to order THIS for hubby for Christmas.

Or maybe THIS.

Eh, what the heck! I'll get both!

Free photo editing fun for the whole family! Easy breezy.

40 high quality photo effects done online

A gorgeous movement of L♥VE.

Seriously. These feelings flashcards are THE BEST!

Should be in every classroom, every home, everywhere!!!

Love Them!!!!

 I am soooo going to make these delicious tarts!

Gigi is awesome!

Whew! That should keep you busy!

Just for good measure, I will show you my two new Etsy listings as of today.

Quaker vintage Vat fabric

vintage tins

If interested, you can find them HERE.

Umm... yeah... What do you think?

 

 

Any of my readers have teenagers?

 

My son knows I love music so he played me a song.

I instantly took to it. Such an upbeat tempo and fun sound.

My hearing sucks so my son knew by my exuberant reaction

I was most likely not hearing the words clearly.

So he asked, "Do you know what they're saying?"

Me, "um... not really, but it sounds pretty fun!"

Son, "here are the lyrics"

And he showed them to me.

And I was a little disturbed.

I'm not sure how to feel.

The song is so upbeat sounding. 

The message so dark.
I'm all for freedom of expression

but the views on this video are like 40 MILLION!!!!

The youth are listening and listening hard.

Do they hear a serious message?

Do they hear fun?

Do they take it as freedom of expression?

or

Do they feel empowered and imagine how good it would feel?

It's just such a bizarre feeling for me as I like the sound, 

the feel, the beat,

except...

 it's giving all that upbeat entertainment with dark lyrics.

Perhaps that is what it's supposed to do.

Get me thinking, discussing, questioning.

 Below is the video and lyrics that have me thinking.

What's your view?

 For all you peeps (like me) not up on today's teen lingo,

"pumped up kicks" (according to my son) are expensive tennis shoes worn by the "rich kids".

Then again, we're small town folk so what does he know.  ;0)

Pumped Up Kicks (lyrics)
Foster The People

Robert's got a quick hand.  
He's looking 'round the room, he won't tell you his plan.  
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid.  
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun.
In his dad's closet with a box of fun things, I don't even know what.  
But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you.

[Chorus x2:] 
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, 
you'd better run, better run, 
outrun my gun.  
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, 
you'd better run, better run, 
faster than my bullet.

Daddy works a long day.  
He's coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late.  
And he's bringing me a surprise.  
His dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.

I've waited for a long time.  
Yet the slide of my hand is now a quick pulled trigger,  
I reason with my cigarette,  
And say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah.

[Chorus x2:] 
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, 
you'd better run, better run, 
outrun my gun.  
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, 
you'd better run, better run, 
faster than my bullet.

Run, run, run, run, ru- ru- ru- run, run, run, ru- ru- ru- run, run, run, 
ru- ru- ru- run, ru- run, run, run, run. [Whistling]

[Chorus x3:] 
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, 
you'd better run, better run, 
outrun my gun.  
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, 
you'd better run, better run, 
faster than my bullet.

Warning!!!!

You know those cute little curly bulbs on the market?

The money savers?

The long lasting ones?

CFL's

Do you also know they contain mercury?

as do the long florescent ones?

We did.

What we didn't know was how obnoxious the clean-up is.

We had a bulb break the other night during dinner preparation.
Not sure how to deal with the clean-up and proper disposal,

we headed to the government site on how to do it.

Um... Yeah.

What a nightmare evening we had.

I highly recommend you do the same.

Be prepared.

It isn't pretty.

If you don't follow the directions, you may not have a thoroughly cleaned area.

Think contamination.

Mercury is a heavy metal.

Exposure adds up over time.

It does not leave the body.

The affects can be devastating.

I'm not posting this to scare anyone.

I am posting this to educate.

I don't think most people know how hazardous they are.

I don't think most people know how to properly deal with a break.

I learned the hard way.

I want my kids safe wherever they go.

Please read the US EPA on clean up

HERE

and the information on bulbs and recycling 

HERE

Tell me what you think.

I know I will be investing in LED lights from now on.

My experience with CFL's are that they don't last as long as the manufacturer claims.

Do you know why?

Because they are not built to be turned on and off, on and off.

The switching of power wears on them and they burn out prematurely.

All these years of practice turning off the lights when not in use

are now the premature death sentence to today's long lasting bulb.

Be Present

Be mindful.

Time is relative.

Often, it is relatively fleeting.

I was riding in the car two nights ago when I noticed the moon.

A huge, low hanging moon overlooking the city.

I am fascinated by the sky and all the wonders it serves up.

I wanted nothing more than to capture that delicious moon.

Rush, rush, rush went the cars.

"Must reach destination." thought my husband.

Me? I was enamored by the moon.
My little digital and I tried and tried but could not capture the moon at such speed.

Instead, we caught the perfect example of what happens when we don't take the time to slow down.

If one is not careful, life can flash by in a blur.

Look back to the past for a moment, plan for the future at times,

but live your life in the present moment.

It's call the Present because it is a gift!

 

 

Justification

Justification - A magical word that can turn any bad idea into a good one. 

*wink*wink*

Today's Dove dark chocolate says, "Take good care of yourself. Love, Dove"

Childlike Wonder

There's something about zebras that bring out the childlike wonder in me.

Their stripes are so bold, so exact, so... fake looking!

I've seen horses my whole life and the zebra looks like a horse in striped pajamas.

They appear to be imaginary. They are entirely too amazing to be real.

Zebras were always my favorite zoo animal by far.

When my local zoo took the zebras out, I was heartbroken.

Guess where I found them?

Near a local amusement park wandering the fields free and happy.

(as free as a large fenced field allows)

I was giggling with glee when I took the park's mini-train ride and spotted them grazing.

I could ride that train all day just to get a glimpse of this gorgeous creature.

Staring at them makes me feel like a child again.

They free my sense of wonder.

What frees your sense of wonder?

I challenge you to find something this weekend that wakes your inner child.

Give yourself permission to play!

Minute by Minute

Life

Time

~~~

Valuable

Fleeting

I had an eye opening first few hours of my day today.

It really has me thinking about life.

The big picture.

The little things.

What matters.

Love

I woke all my children and one by one helped them get ready for school,

hugged them goodbye, told them I loved them and wished them a happy day.

Joy

I stood at the patio door and watched the world through a rain streaked window.

The cold, dreary morning was not bringing me down, rather, I enjoyed watching the raindrops race to the bottom and felt happy to have a warm, safe house from which to watch the cold, dank weather.

Sorrow

I sat at my computer to check on my fellow bloggers.

Tears swelled and ran down my face just as the rain runs down my window.

I found out one of my fellow bloggers was just diagnosed with stage four ovarian cancer.

Such a talented, vibrant, wonderful woman.

She needs prayers. I am sending them in mass.

Gratitude

Another blogger had a video on her blog this morning.

It was so inspiring and touching and important that I plan on using it as a morning meditation.

It is touching, inspiring and beautiful.

Visit the link. You will be moved.

Two little hours were filled with so very much.

Life

Time

~~~ 

Valuable

Fleeting

Make every moment count.

Pondering One of Life's Big Questions

I went to physical therapy yesterday.

The town is a good half hour away.

long drive + morning tea = bathroom break

I ask where the bathroom is as I am new to the place.

"Right there by the archway." was the response from the receptionist.

I walk to the archway which is also the opening to the lobby.

I enter the ginormous bathroom and shut the door behind.

Huston we have a problem.

The lock.

It's one of those long handled (push down) door deals

with a single button in the middle.

Push to lock.

Ha! Push to lock.

Whaaaaat?

Here comes the "Big Question"

Why would anyone install a PUSH LOCK handle on a public bathroom door that opens

DIRECTLY INTO A LOBBY!!!!!!!

I try to make it a quick go.

I can hardly go.

All I can do is stare at that damned push button.

Did I push it in securely?

Is it all the way in?

How do I know it's really locked?

You can't test it. If you push down on the handle,

it will either open because it was never locked or open because you opened it by pushing down the handle.

You would have to start all over with the pushing and checking.

All I can do is hope the button is sufficiently pushed in and that it is indeed a functioning button that locks.

Once seated the doubting began.

What if someone tries to open the door to see if the bathroom is vacant?

It will open wide, exposing me on the toilet, to the whole lobby!

Aaack!!!!

I can't go. But I have to go.

Oh no! Nervous bladder!
This is taking entirely too long, insuring my odds that someone else will have to use the facility and in turn, will check the door for vacancy.

I can do this... I can do this...

...Sweet relief.

But now I have to WIPE!!!!

What's worse than being caught sitting on a toilet in front of a whole lobby of people?

Being caught WIPING in front of a whole lobby of people.

Or worse yet, standing to pull up your pants.

Aaack!!! I'm paralyzed on The Can!!!

Maybe I can take a wad of paper and run quickly behind the door.

That would be an embarrassing predicament to be caught in...
but if I run real fast.....

made it!!!!

Much safer back here.

(wipe wipe wipe)

Whoever designed that dreaded toilet was obviously NOT planning on using it.

They should have 

A. placed the toilet to the backside of the door (not in direct sight to the lobby)

B. installed a BETTER LOCK!!!!

Perhaps a turn lock.

One where you can clearly see from a sitting position whether it is locked or unlocked

thus insuring user of facility 100% discretion security.

Seriously people!

THIS.... is an example of a proper knob.

Locked

 Unlocked

Any contractors, designers, purchasers of knobs out there who can answer my question?

And please don't tell me I'm the only one who fears the dreaded public bathroom push lock!

Pure & Natural Talent

Wow!

So many beautiful people in the world.

 Don't forget that as you go about your day.

Feeling blue?

Smile and think of these two.

;0)

One of THOSE days

(NaNoWriMo Day 2)

spirit's low

money non-existent

word count lacking

body aching

chaos surrounds

covet others' brilliance addictively

lack action with self

 muse calls

pop pill

must

write

representation of my current state of mind

Do You NaNo?

It's that time of year again.

Not holiday shopping.

Not turkey time.

NaNo time!!!

National Novel Writer's Month

Every year I join.

Every year I get a bit further.

This year I will fight to reach the end!

Due to the mass volume of words required per day

plus the other commitments I find myself in

plus the busy life I lead

in addition to not being 100% yet...

I am going to challenge myself to keep up with my blog

(as I truly love it here)

by following the motto

K.I.S.S.

(keep it simple sweetheart)

Today's message brought to you by

Count Cat-ula!

Do you NaNo?