Think Happy Thoughts

I think I am getting a sinus infection. And just in time for my first bonfire of the season. People were going to be popping their lids, but now I am wondering if I will be well. I am going with the positive thinking cures method of healing.

I am excited to get our 'burn' on. It should be great fun, and I can't wait to eat s'mores. Yummalicious. Hopefully I will refrain from sitting in my wine, as this is a common occurrence during these types of shin-diggeries. It's those damn cup holders that are in the camping chairs. They move with the chair and then it's beverage overboard. It makes no sense to me. That, or they were designed for people with very small butts that would not disrupt the apparatus upon sitting...which means it was practically custom made for yours truly, right?

I purged my house today. Now, if I could just have a garage sale. It doesn't work out too well for me here since we live on a dead end road. Probably better than at my mom's, however. When I was younger my brother Jacob and I decided that we needed some money to buy candy. We hauled a bunch of our toys outside as well as a pitcher of lemonade. In case you don't know, my parents live on a dirt road in the middle of BFE. I think we averaged $.25/hour, and that was only because the mail lady felt bad for us sitting in the smoldering sun waiting for someone to have a need for Happy Meal toys. I mean, we couldn't sell the good stuff, you know? She gave us a dollar for a cup of lemonade. It was awesome.

Great to be Alive

Beautiful day, great to be alive. Luckily for Tim, it actually is. You see, I hate waking up in the morning. Well, actually, I hate waking up any time. I would just assume sleep all day. Every day. The only thing that I don't like about sleeping is that when you wake up, lots of time has passed. I was once told, "Get up! You can lay down when you're dead!" I try to remember this so that I don't wake up and realize that I am 90 and wonder where my life has gone. It's much more appealing, however, to use this phrase on others...especially when you want something.

Me: Come over!
Them: I am too tired.
Me: You are old.
Them: I am not old, but I am tired.
Me: You can lay down when you're dead.

See? I like to use it that way MUCH more than actually removing myself from the comfort of my own heated mattress a la fleece coziness.

My husband truly loathes getting me up in the morning. My mother has actually mastered it. Surprisingly it only took her about 22 years. The other day..

Tim: So what do I say to get you out of bed?
Me: I don't know, I don't like getting up.
Tim: I know, so what can I say to get you to do it?
Me: Just tell me it's time.
Tim: That doesn't work.
Me: I know.
Tim: Any other ideas?
Me: Well, I love to get up when it's really beautiful outside. Just say, "Honey, it's time to get up. It's a beautiful day. It's great to be alive!" This will remind me that I can "lay down when I'm dead".
Tim: Uh huh....

Next morning:

Tim: It's a beautiful day! It's great to be alive. It's time to get up!
Me: (Rolls over and looks out the window) No, it's not. It's snowing. Leave me alone and stop lying to me.

So much for that idea. It sounded like a good one when I was awake.

Spring has Sprung

Well, what's new since last time we met? Let's see...I did get my nose pierced. Somewhere between "don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me" and "I'm screaming on the inside and have a need for self expression", I decided that it sounded like a good idea. To answer your next question, yes, it hurt like a bitch. In fact, I almost knocked out the singing, dancing, flailing one who was standing right next to me. It was worth it. It's cute. I like it.

I was in an outrage on Saturday morning when I awoke to snow on the ground. I was like Sandy, the squirrel on SpongeBob, when she gets woken up in the middle of hibernation, minus the buckteeth and the fact that none of my friends live in pineapples. I was so angry. One of those, "I know I can't control it, and that just makes it worse" kind of angrys. The only saving grace was that the weather man claimed that it would be sunny again this week. For once, he was right. Thank you JESUS! Father, Son, Holy Spirit, Amen.

I did get a head start on my garden last week. Pulled some weeds, and cut back a few things that didn't get touched this past fall. Finding growth is like discovering a buried treasure! It was very rewarding.

I wish I had more to say. I am sure that something will come to me again soon. If it doesn't remind me, and I'll give you an update.

Here's to more coffee...cheers.

The Truth of the Matter

There is one particular person that I know who likes to meddle in my life, and the lives of others, for that matter. Now, I won't name your name, but hopefully by reading this you will get the hint and learn to mind your own business.

You see, this person likes to facebook stalk people and know what is going on in everyone's lives. I don't have a problem with it, except for the fact that soon after, rumors start being spread. Embellishments are made to each story which ultimately results in hurt feelings on the part of everyone but her.

I often wonder why she desires the have people only be friends with her, and not with each other. Obviously, this is the point of the whole thing. Unfortunately I was caught in the middle at one point and it got ugly. I was lucky enough to figure it out for myself, but I certainly could have done without the drama and lies.

To this I say, if you have reason to wonder if this is you or not - you probably aren't being true to your friends, and to me, that would mean not being true to yourself, or to God. Do not forget that word travels fast in a small community of moms. Very quickly.

A friend posted a quote the other day and I thought to myself, wow, she is very wise for her young age.

"Few friendships would survive if each one knew what his friend says of him behind his back."

I am afraid to say that if you don't get a clue, you are going to be left with none.