It’s a crazy thing.
Sometimes you need a hard helmet to make your way through it.
Other times, you think it is the cats meow.
What did it do again today ?
* S * N * O * W *
Not enough snow to make it pretty, just the icky grey looking kind of day.
So I dreamt of summer.
Pottery Barn created an outdoor movie screen
Ok, I have seen this one floating around the internet for a while now.
I NEVER EVER EVER NEVER…..Did I mention NEVER ?? ….send chain email letters, or jokes, or those things that you must send to 9 people or your wish won’t come true. I have tested that theory. My wishes only come true when I work hard or if I bribe a government official. Jokes. Sort of.
It is official. I am an all cotton, white linens lovin’, funky outhouse crazed – hussy. A natural fibers hussy is my new official title. I think I will have it printed on my biz cards. Jokes, Mom, jokes. Join me-everyone- in my fight against nasty, uncomfortable, polyester sheets. That P word is a bad word in my sleeping bliss. Very bad word. Never thought I would say (aka ADMIT) that I was such a sheet freak.
Would I give up my first-born child for nice quality sheets and pillowcases ??? Well, maybe not, but I would give the thought some pause. I would contemplate it. But only for a moment. Shelby will be so happy to hear that. The poor girl has suffered all these years when I say : “here- take my first-born child”. Even. Steven. Fair trade. Good thing Shelby has a sense of humour. Shelbella, I LOVE YOU more than SHEETS. Snicker snicker. But I still love WHITE too.
My brother is a pretty funny guy. As we get older, he gets funnier. He also isn’t any less shy than he ever was. He has never been shy. Oh to have a shy brother. Dreamy. He typically blurts out his random sentences at me~ ones that knock my socks off laughing. He is the goofy looking one on the far right of this photo…
I will never confess that he usually makes sense with those random funny statements. I will always go on, pretending he has lost his mind….AND….I will always go on …telling him that our parents found him on some church door step ~ in a basket.
I discovered this stress article today on a cancer talk list , and it was signed as anonymous. If you know who wrote it, please let me know…I would be happy to credit the author. So far, however, I have probably just broke some plagiarism law…. If I end up in jail, I will occupy myself with dreams of redesigning the cell and painting it a beautiful warm colour to soothe the mind and the senses. Take your time to come and get me, paint is my friend. I will have a good time, no worries. I love colours from nature, gorgeous colours are everywhere.
Last night, we had the absolute privilege of watching BLUE RODEO in concert in Paris. It was an incredibly small venue, which made it an over the top, once in a lifetime moment. There may have been 100 people in the room ! We have lived in Paris for 18 months now, and I can say, hands down, it was the best night ever since we have lived here. It was so incredible to feel CANADA again.