A few thoughts for today ...

It's raining - a lot!  When I was a girl I used to sing, "Rain, rain, go away!  Come again another day.  Carol and Bonnie want to play!"  I have since learned that it is not necessary to have sunshine in order to play.  Although I do not often dance in the rain, I do run in the rain and I sometimes enjoy it.  I don't get too hot during my run, the moisture in the air makes it easier to breathe, and I will dry.  If I wait for sunshine before I play, my opportunities for joy will be limited.

I am compelled to write.  Don't ask me why - I do not know.  I find that the more I write, the more I feel compelled, even urgent.  My words may never influence others or change the world, but they often change my world.  Sometimes they only change my view of the world, and that can be invaluable.

I love natural hot springs - like this one.

Blessings come to those who wait upon the Lord.  I am so blessed and so is my family.  That is not to say we don't have trials or endure things that are difficult, but in the end we are truly blessed. 

The sun is shining even though the sky is full of rainclouds.

I'm Back - Again!

 I've been neglecting my blog again, but in my defense - I've been a bit busy!  I had to bake cookies ...

 And go to the zoo ...

 Ride a train ...

 Visit the Amish ...

And the beach ...

 And go for a run!

It is so hard to be a grandma!

The Price of Procrastination

Yesterday was a windy day.  I made the mistake of putting off my run until today, thinking it would be a better day for running.  I should know better.  Oh, I am familiar with the old adage, "Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today," but sometimes my hope of a brighter future leads me into trouble.  You see, had I faced the wind and gone for a run yesterday, today would be brighter because I could stay indoors free of guilt.  Alas, I must run.

What's in a word?

As I mentioned in my last post, sometimes the creative process needs a little help.  Thanks to a few friends who offered words to challenge me, I came up with these little ditties.  Enjoy the fruits of this literary labor.

Hippy via Spencer Green

 

A Mississippi hippie named Skippy got lippy 'cause his sissy named Missy grew hippy.

Waffle-Iron via Reggie Stevenson

A wandering wallaby wanted to wash worries away with well water. He watched, waited, and wondered why a woman was wailing “whoops!” while her waffle-iron went wobbling westward.

Befuddled via Lauralee Sorensen Hart

Puzzled, muddled, and befuddled, the pup huddled where he puddled. (Or maybe he puddled where he huddled?)

Fenugreek via Lauralee Sorensen Hart

There once was a Finn named Leif

Who loved eating olives from Greece.

Leif's best friend was Sven

who just wouldn't eat

those luscious olives from Greece!

When Leif couldn't sleep

Friend Sven said, “You should eat

not olives, but this fenugreek.”

Now Leif eats fenugreek.

Some think Leif's a Greek

And the Finn says friend Sven is a geek!

Orange via Marie Olson

Opal only orates of oval objects or opines of edible orbs of oranges.

A New Look

It is easy to tell when I am wrestling with writer's block, especially when it relates to my blog. When staring at a blank screen isn't working to launch a productive session of creativity, I open my blog site and stare at it! When this fails to inspire, and it often does, that is when my blog design gets “changed up.”

Notice the new look?

The next exercise I will attempt to feed the creative fire is to do a bit of literary acrobatics, or poetic alliteration. You can look forward to a tongue twister of sorts in the near future. In the meantime, I think I will see if I have any great photos to post!

Have a great day!

Nuther is NOT a word!

I can't take it another minute! I've held my tongue long enough. If I have to listen to another newscaster give another badly phrased description of another anything, I may scream! These people are getting paid to speak. Can they not get it correct?

“A nuther” (emphasis on the 'A') is not anywhere near proper grammar. Nuther is NOT a word! Even more offensive is the tendency to insert another word into the middle for emphasis, as in “A whole nuther!” Are you kidding me?

The British claim Americans have adulterated the English language. I'm beginning to think the British have been watching our evening news.

I don't claim to speak perfectly. I often use words such as “cuz” and “yeah” and even the occasional “ain't.” In my defense, I am not getting paid to have people listen to me – not yet, anyway! I am considering it. Maybe I could git a whole nuther job jist yapping at a camera.

Raisinet Binge!

I just ate a whole box of Raisinets all by myself.  That is roughly 380 calories!  I always knew I was a stress eater.  Sad, though, I am still hungry.  I could eat another box!