photo hunt theme: cloud(s)
Sorry..I’m a little behind this week.
I love the look of the dark and light blues and the sun peeking through the tree.
How cute is the lonely little cloud on the lower part of the pic?!
friday fill-ins August 1, 2008
Here we go:
1. If I could travel back in time, I’d go to any time before she died.
2. Give me peace or give me nightmare-free sleep.
3. I am listening to After Tonight..by Justin Nozuka.
4. Somewhere, someone is thinking if only.
5. I’ll always be proud of who I am and where I’m from.
6. My idea of a good time includes spending time with family.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to spending time with my boys, tomorrow my plans include sleeping in late and cross-stitching and Sunday, I want to
not have to cook!
filtering August 1, 2008
I was sitting in the car waiting for Eric and saw the sun being filtered through the leaves of this tree:
Tom and I went out for lunch today..Coyote’s. Yum! I always love our conversations. *Ü*
We were watching Rachel Ray yesterday and she was making a “stoup”. It looked like soup to me, and the first thing that came to mind was, ‘I need to call Mom and get her recipe for soup.’ I don’t know what I was thinking. The other day, I had a voice mail on my phone from my sister-in-law. Went to listen to it and forgot I hadn’t deleted old voice mails. Suddenly my sister’s voice was there begging me to please call her when I got the message. It was from the day my Mom died and she was calling to tell me Mom was being rushed to I.C.U. I tell you..the rawness of it all is not so present so much, but when I get punched in the gut from stuff like that..
the feelings and the pain from that day rush back and it takes all I have not to curl up in bed and cry.
how stinkin’ cute July 28, 2008
He loves this box. It’s usually in the livingroom, but Tom moved it..Mac and all.. into my office so he wouldn’t sneak out when we answered the door. He slept in that box in my office for hours. I couldn’t help but to snap the photo. He’s such a cutie!
unconscious mutterings July 28, 2008
I say … and you think … ?
1. Memory :: losing it
2. Original :: recipe
3. Exclusively :: yours
4. Listings :: real estate
5. Bucket :: list
6. Knight :: in shining armor
7. Dusty :: feathers
8. Choice :: pro
9. Sunlight :: sunset
10. Change of plans :: last minute
monday’s a bitch July 28, 2008
No Pain, No Gain
1. How much exercise do you get in an average week?
hell if I know
2. Do you make an effort to fit exercise into your daily schedule?
when I get a wild hair
3. Is there any part of your body that you feel could use a little extra work?
Ohhhhh yeahhhh…
4. What time of day do you prefer to work out?
the evening
5. What kind of music or what song gets you pumped to work out?
stuff from the seventies
photo hunt July 26, 2008
photo hunt theme: hanging
I couldn’t decide on which one I wanted and yeah..I cheated and didn’t go “looking” for things, but let’s face it – it’s too freaking hot out there to go hunting for a pic.
So, the butterfly mobile is hanging from the ceiling in my office on the corner of my desk. It was given to me by a friend of mine, Danielle, about 7 years ago. She knows how much I love blue butterflies.
The other is a huge Mardi Gras necklace given to me by my Mom. It also hangs in my office on the edge of my shelf.
worry July 22, 2008
This
is Margorie Corina, the Guatamalan Worry Doll.
She was given to me a few days ago by a friend who thought she might help. I was to tell her all my worries at bedtime, place her under my pillow and my worries should go away.
I woke up the next morning with a raging migraine and a pain in my right side. I thought the trade-off was pretty crappy..not to mention I still had worries..lots and lots of worries.
Well, either she takes her own sweet time, or she was brain-damaged during her postal travel and is now rather slow, but whatever the case, I now am one worry gone.
The problem I had with Eric has been finalized and I am extremely happy with the results. One less worry.
So, thank you Marjorie Corina, and the angel who’s been watching over us intently.
a mom memory on monday July 21, 2008
There was a point in my younger years when my day was laid off. Times were tough, money was tight and we didn’t go out too much. During this time is one of my cherished memories. All six of us would climb into my Dad’s copper-colored volkswagon bug and head out to the levee. We’d drive down that levee with a David Allen Coe 8-track tape blaring, all of us singing. Mom, of course, would start us off because she was always singing and had such a beautiful singing voice. Dad wouldn’t sing though. I think he just liked to listen to all of us.
Windows down, wind blowing through the car, all of us together just enjoying each other.
Yeah..that’s a wonderful Mom memory.
packed like sardines July 19, 2008
The seminar was packed! And the A/C was on the fritz. But we got our usual useful information. He may not need to do the 3 month diet again. It’s been less than 2 years, so it will probably still count.
An uncomfortable situation while we were there: As Tom and I were standing in line to leave (we had to turn in paperwork and lots of people were in front of us), the doctor was answering questions from the crowd. Tom and I were standing there whispering to each other, when this old man nastily turns to me and says, “Miss! We are trying to listen to the doctor’s answers!” Not nice about it at all. ::laugh:: The look on Tom’s face..I’ve seen that look before. So before anything happened between the two of them, I just put my hand on Tom’s arm and told him it was okay. He’s just an old man and no use wasting energy on him.
Hopefully, if everything keeps on the steady schedule we’re on now, Tom may finally get his gastric band. ::crossing fingers::
