SIX for Six Word Saturday

1. First and foremost, it's the weekend!

2. The Spring that sprung sprang back.

3. Rock me gently, rock me slowly.

4. Destroyed most declarations from lost love.

5. Prep for lipid panel equals fasting.
6. Post fast it is omelet time.   

#sixwordsaturday. 

Another Shot

turtle club guest (2010-ish) 

Have you ever gotten up Monday morning, assessing the weekend days, how what got done (and what didn't) compared with the plans you had for the weekend leading in, and felt . . . deflated? Or worse, defeated?

Did I overreach or underachieve?

The off-the-rails . . . was it controllable? Could I have avoided the event that led to the eventual malaise that led to . . next to zero accomplishment?


The best part of waking up Monday morning (beyond you know, the waking up) is the chance to do the retrospective, dust yourself off, and do it (better) (different) (more) or (less) the next time. Putting the best foot forward, one step at a time, toward another weekend.

Monday and counting.

#MicroBlog Monday 

Days Gone Bye

Longing for the simplicity of before . . . 

#SixWordSaturday 

Desire

desire is a jumble of converging ideas, priorities, wants trumping needs--mess for me right now--much like how i see my existence. just holding court until . . .

#microbloggingmonday 

#ilovemandalas
lesson24 

Numbers by the Ages

DIY link 

A state of mind matters much.

#SixWordSaturday

Early Morning Ruse

Pete on alert. 

It is 4:12 AM and I am awakened by the rumblings of Pete and his co-conspirator, Buttah. It is too early to get up (for good) and too late to go back to any kind of serious sleep.

Though, blaming the awakening on the cats and by proxy, the pooch who is on instant alert and all too ready to rumble, is a bit unfair. It is really the fullness of a bladder that shakes a body from slumber


Point is, the too early wake-up call is frustrating enough on the weekends where a return to bed until at least an hour past sunrise is in play. The 4:12 AM rousing is beyond frustrating for weekday mornings where rise-and-shine time is no later than 5:30 AM; I am out the door within two hours of rising, and at my desk ready to work within another two hours.

So with all due respect to the forces that are Pete, Buttah, Cinnamon and the offending bladder, the mind and other body parts would appreciate a togetherness of spirit toward saving all antics until, oh, I don't know, 4:45 AM.

That wouldn't be great but it would be very much better.

#microblogging monday

Sing, Sing A Song

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Sing out loud, Sing out strong 

as recorded by The Carpenters. 

Inauguration * Re-dux.* Welcome to Wednesday

H * A * P * P * Y      (Belated)      B * I * R * T * H * D * A * Y             B * L * O * G 

Well, I just finished a shot of Johnnie Walker Black Label and decided to go for it. I've been pondering this step for weeks now, and well, I've decided with the help and encouragement from some others, to go for it!

I'm supposed to be working on my taxes. I'm not, yet. I will, I will, but not yet. This is the latest that I've ever attacked that particular task. I am just not feeling it this year. My son (24-SR in college, living at home) announced today; "Saturday, you're helping me with my taxes." Never mind that I've done his taxes every year since he was 16. This year, though he had decided that he should take matters into his own grown up hands. I can get with that. I relinquinshed all files and let go. Well, he took the files, stored them in his room for a few weeks, until now, when he announced... I'm more than happy to help. I did have something else to do Saturday, though. Ah well.

Tonight, (this morning actually in CST), I'm choosing to start this blog. 'Tis fitting as the reading and marveling over a number of blogs for the past few months have immeasurably upset a carefully designed organizational flow.

I don't know what tone this blog will take. Obviously, since I'm a mom of two adults living at home, that element will be here. I am also an only daughter (2 brothers) with the whole boy-girl child AND middle child stuff going on. I've got mother-daughter issues as I have a daughter and I am a daughter. Who knows where this thing will go.

I do know that I have been humored, thrilled, fascinated, educated, saddened and just plain interested in the array of what I've encountered in blog land over these past few months.

So, here I blog. Welcome to my rendering of my world. I'm not quite sure where I'm going, but I do hope the ride will be vigorous, entertaining and enlightening.

Wednesday, March 29th 2006  * So, here I still blog. So many changes but some things remain the same. I thought then, that I would enjy blogging--I wish more of the folks I read then were still around, but new bloggers have filled the void.  Thank you to all who visit here. Your presence is a joy.