Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
K is for . . .
K is for KARMA. Always comes back to bite you somehow. Mostly we hear about how doing bad deeds gives a person bad karma. It has been adversely referred to as. . .well . . .a bitch. But good karma can find you too based on the good you put out there in this world. We have been so blessed this past couple of years. Even with two substantial paycuts, blessings seem to shower upon us like manna from heaven to hold us through. We are well, and have wonderful kids and grandkids that bring us great joy. What did we do to deserve all this? I have no idea. All I can say is we try to do what we can, when we can.
K is for KRISTEN, my hot babe of a sister. We confide in each other, we laugh, we fight, and we lean on each other for support. I love you baby girl. So proud of you for hanging in there, and for making the changes to be all that you can be!
And lastly, K is for KAKORRHAPHIOPHOBIA. For those of you who don't know the word, it means fear of failure. If you were successful in pronouncing it, you probably don't have it. I am pretty sure I do, as I am a perfectionist of sorts, but never quite seem to make the mark. Theodore Roosevelt once said: "It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows achievement and who at the worst if he fails at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat." Genious.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
WHEN I GROW UP I WANT TO BE AN OLD WOMAN
Hair Loss. The hair you have left is grey, fluffy, and unmanagable. Eyesight, going. Hearing, going. Rosacea and other skin anomalies. No more baking in tanning beds because you MAY have skin cancer. Breasts going south to your lap, and a stomach that wants to lay on your knees. Insomnia. Digestive disorders. Allergies. Heart palpatations. Arthritic Ankle. Chelitis and Crohn's Disease. Early Menopause. Eyebrows and hair growing in random places. I AM ONLY 50 FOR CRYING OUT LOUD . .GIVE ME A BREAK BODY!
MY NEW DAY JOB!
I am now painting name barrettes for L. Kay Originals. I am pretty slow right now, but my barrettes are looking better all the time. Today I turned in my first month's names . . .Hannah and Isabella, and I am officially a paid employee. Woot! This job fits me perfectly, since I am such a homebody and the thought of going out into the world to work scares me to death! None of that corporate hogwash for me. Thankyou Donna and Diane for all your tips and help. Because of you, I have hope. And no, I am NOT giving up the paper route, thank you very much.
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