Gratitude Project - The Sequel
Because I don't have to be grateful for specific things on specific days now....
I am extremely grateful that I live in my woods in PA. Especially on weekends like the past one when the air temperature was in the 60's, the sun was shining, the sky was blue, the clouds were puffy and a light wind kept multi-colored leaves swirling in the air. Gaaaaaaaahhhh!! How poorly poetic did that sound??
Penn State and the Steelers both won. Ah redemption.
Decorating is fun! My house is now spangled with very many harvest spirit-summoning decorations. Spiders and pumpkins and ghouls and skulls abound! If only I can talk C. into the big, inflateable ghoul and graveyard scary passageway I saw in the Grandin Road catalog. I want it, it makes scary sounds.
K. an old guy friend from high school, MIGHT, MIGHT I say, be becoming a larger part of my life - in what capacity I'm not sure yet. That would rock. Not gonna lie. I had a crush on him from 9th grade until graduation. Lord, I was in love with that boy!! We've reconnected over the last 9 months or so as I've become somewhat of a sounding board for him as he struggled through a difficult divorce. If it only works out that we are buddies that hang out together, that would be fine, but if it becomes something more. Hoo Boy! Gonna be some fireworks! Trying not to get my hopes up too much. It's going to have to move veeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrryyyyyyyy slllllllllooooooooowwwwwllllyyyyyy. He's very hesitant right now. Been burned pretty harshly.
I cooked yummy things over the weekend. Chicken casserole, pork loin and smashed taters, fresh veggies and dip, num nums. C. was a happy boy.
Rant of the weekend: a couple weeks ago, there was a big news scandal about this guy who hit someone else's child in Wal Mart because the child was out of control, throwing tantrums, etc. Now I'm not condoning slapping other people's children but boy oh boy, yesterday morning at Wal-Mart there was a child acting in such a manner that I totally commiserated with the dude in the news. Do they put something in the air ducts of Wal-Mart that targets one particular child at any given moment causing that child to either scream continuously at a decibal level that could shatter glass; or run uncontrollably about the store while the "parent" yells the child's name over and over while the child completely ignore the "parent"?? I put the quote marks around the word parent because it never seems to me that there is much "parenting" going in these cases. I hate shopping to begin with and I despise Wal-Mart but if you saw my local grocery store, you'd understand why I go to Wal-Mart. Having the extra joy of insanely out of control children just adds so much more to an already despicable chore.
But, back to being grateful. Monday is almost half over! Laaaaaaahhh!!
Back to being Worky McWorkerson.
I am extremely grateful that I live in my woods in PA. Especially on weekends like the past one when the air temperature was in the 60's, the sun was shining, the sky was blue, the clouds were puffy and a light wind kept multi-colored leaves swirling in the air. Gaaaaaaaahhhh!! How poorly poetic did that sound??
Penn State and the Steelers both won. Ah redemption.
Decorating is fun! My house is now spangled with very many harvest spirit-summoning decorations. Spiders and pumpkins and ghouls and skulls abound! If only I can talk C. into the big, inflateable ghoul and graveyard scary passageway I saw in the Grandin Road catalog. I want it, it makes scary sounds.
K. an old guy friend from high school, MIGHT, MIGHT I say, be becoming a larger part of my life - in what capacity I'm not sure yet. That would rock. Not gonna lie. I had a crush on him from 9th grade until graduation. Lord, I was in love with that boy!! We've reconnected over the last 9 months or so as I've become somewhat of a sounding board for him as he struggled through a difficult divorce. If it only works out that we are buddies that hang out together, that would be fine, but if it becomes something more. Hoo Boy! Gonna be some fireworks! Trying not to get my hopes up too much. It's going to have to move veeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrryyyyyyyy slllllllllooooooooowwwwwllllyyyyyy. He's very hesitant right now. Been burned pretty harshly.
I cooked yummy things over the weekend. Chicken casserole, pork loin and smashed taters, fresh veggies and dip, num nums. C. was a happy boy.
Rant of the weekend: a couple weeks ago, there was a big news scandal about this guy who hit someone else's child in Wal Mart because the child was out of control, throwing tantrums, etc. Now I'm not condoning slapping other people's children but boy oh boy, yesterday morning at Wal-Mart there was a child acting in such a manner that I totally commiserated with the dude in the news. Do they put something in the air ducts of Wal-Mart that targets one particular child at any given moment causing that child to either scream continuously at a decibal level that could shatter glass; or run uncontrollably about the store while the "parent" yells the child's name over and over while the child completely ignore the "parent"?? I put the quote marks around the word parent because it never seems to me that there is much "parenting" going in these cases. I hate shopping to begin with and I despise Wal-Mart but if you saw my local grocery store, you'd understand why I go to Wal-Mart. Having the extra joy of insanely out of control children just adds so much more to an already despicable chore.
But, back to being grateful. Monday is almost half over! Laaaaaaahhh!!
Back to being Worky McWorkerson.