Napping time

I want a nap.

I want to be by myself.

I want to take deep breaths that aren't worry-filled.

I never want to see another teenager again. I mean it.

Me. Books. Maybe my doggies. It would be okay if Jerry was there, too, but he'd have to be quiet.

It's one of those days. My mom didn't tell me about these.

Taking a Breather Today

Well, I have completed some chores over the weekend. The tree is up and decorated. Quite a bit of purchasing has been done. I mailed my "Secret Santa" gift today - good thing, too, because those gals start collecting before you're past due! As someone who used to work in collections (and even repo'd cars), I know a "strong arm" when I see one.

Okay, girls, if you're reading this, know I am just joking! The cut-off to ship your secret gift is December 10th, so I was waiting as long as possible so it would be closer to Christmas. But, no worries, it's in the mail!

Let's see what else...beats me. The tree thing always wears me out, but I love doing it. I love having it up and how it looks.

There's still more shopping to do, but I am going to take a breather today.

breathhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhe

whew! I feel better now.

On The Limb For A While

Yep, it's Art On A Limb... I don't have anything new. Since we adopted Nicole, life has slowed me down a bit, but I thought I'd share a couple of my works "just because" and I rarely do. No reason, really. So, here you go:

REM

Maggie
(I had just read The DaVinci Code when I did this one... A little Holy Grail moment)

She Began to Rise
(the Talking Heads part II)

And She Was
(the Talking Heads part I)

Approval

(Seal Of, of course)

And there it is :-)

Colonel Returns

Well, friends, the Colonel came back today.

Not much to say except he's really not "right" yet and somebody should've made sure he wasn't driving a car. Hopefully he'll get home before school lets out.

My daughter is still in love. They only see each other about an hour or so a day. I like that part of the relationship. So far, no school-skipping or other drama going on.

Miss Priss wants a Touch iPod and a new bed for Christmas. Of course, she picked out a bed from Pottery Barn Teens. She won't be getting $1200.00 double bed. She IS getting the iPod and, due to a short comment she made the other night, a guitar and all the "fixins" that come with it - pick, tuner, gig bag (what the heck is that?), a strap and a stand.

She mentioned she's always wanted to take guitar or piano lessons. We went for the guitar. I hope it's a surprise.

Her uncle (my sister's husband) is going to make her that Pottery Barn bed she wanted, but she'll get it for her birthday in March.

Now, I just have to figure out what to get Jerry. I'm stumped.

Pop'rs Rule!

It's the busy time at my office again. The phone is going bonkers, but I guess we should be grateful - we're busy in the midst of s recession and that's good for us.

Oh, Veggie Mom sent me my Pop'rs! They arrived yesterday. We haven't had a chance to use them yet as we ate dinner before going to the mailbox, but we'll be trying those out soon. I love the idea of this product. Go on over and check out her site!

The Colonel was supposed to come back to work today, but his wife called and said he was still apprehensive about driving. I think that's wise.

We haven't had any bathroom water coffee in about a month now, so that's a good thing.

I plan on trying to be a little more "connected" to my blog tomorrow. I see now it should be the FIRST thing I do when I get here.

Happy Wedsnesday, friends!

Oh, Joy!

My child is in "love" again with a boy that broke her heart one year ago. In her words, she "loves him and never stopped loving him." You know, you "never stop loving someone." And, she made him promise to "never hurt her," because she "always gets hurt."

I asked her what fits into the category of "hurts" and she didn't have an exact answer. I tried telling her that when you hold people to a vague expectation, they can never meet it. Any time her feelings get hurt, he'll have "hurt" her and there you go. She's conjuring up her own disappointments.

The boy? Strictly a ne'er-do-well. Not a bad kid, but no real ambition. He graduated last year. College? Uh, no. He's working in a warehouse at his dad's company. He said he is saving up to go to trade school to be a mechanic or, get this, an auto "detailist." Wow, apply stick-on pin-striping? Every parent's dream.

Good points? No driver's license. We like that. Plus, his work keeps him busy all day and sleepy at night.

This kid is wearing me out. If I point out anything that is not sunshine and flowers, she gets angry.

So, my daughter is "in love" with Mr. Wonderful (who just happened to have broken her heart previously, but he'll never hurt her or leave her again... and we know this because he "said so.")

Life is an adventure.

Over The Hill

Yep, I went right over the hill on Saturday and didn't feel a thing.

My "surprise" party was so nice - friends from high school came along with our current-day friends. My parents were both there (I am so fortunate to still have them both!) and my siblings, nieces, nephews, and a host of cousins.

I didn't get a bunch of joke gifts and teasing about turning 50, so that was nice, too. I could've taken it - even expected it - but it didn't happen and I am good with that!

The Colonel called in to work this morning to let us know he drove for the first time since his stroke today. He had to take his wife for cataract surgery. For those of you who know about the Colonel, you might recall that his mission in life has been to smoke cigarettes and drink coffee. Seems those days are over. Doctor's orders. Being a colonel and all, he has to obey.

He wants to come back to work this week because he's bored. I think he should stay out for the rest of the month.

I'm not in charge of that.