Friday, June 24, 2011

WISH ME A HAPPY THIRD ANNIVERSARY!

I am so proud I could burst, well not burst, but explode, nah not that either, oh well, help me here…I know… I am as proud as punch and I am going to continue punching out this poppycock as long as I have the ability to entertain myself! TA DA! With a great big sticking out of my adult tongue, so there!

You do know that is rather funny though, because when I was a young mom the theory was that if your toddler was able to entertain themselves for a decent amount of time then and only then they would be considered more intelligent.
I am happy to say both our sons passed that so-called test.
But little did I know that I would self impose that particular test on myself at this advanced age to see if my noggin was still functioning in the realm of the norms of my own peers…HA!

Relief!
Therapy that is what all of this is, but you all knew that, for that I am sure.
You see most people would continue in anonymity without allowing the world to know the real person behind these overexposed honest renditions of nightly poop and my own scoops of happiness and disdain for this or that.
Fortunately or perhaps unfortunately many do know the real me, or better said who I am as in my actual identity, but in reality I don’t even think at this stage in my life I know me all that well, since on many occasions I have surprised myself and that is rather nice too!

Right now I am hiding a little secret that I feel I can trust you to allow me to divulge, you think?
Oddly enough, if you go back to the last paragraph to the word ‘therapy’ I had to go lie down due to my neck creating havoc in me and then my head also went berserk!
I went to lie down and my noble pooch, Skipper followed me closely by my side and jumped on the bed next to me to rest his head on me and listen to what I said… I said go get daddy and you know what he did, since Hubby was outside he jumped on our sunroom door and came back to check on me then went back to the door a total of three times before Hubby knew what was up, he was outside watering the plants with rain-barrel water, yep they are full again. He came in took care of me, which I feel so guilty about but he brought me an ice pack wrapped in a towel that has temporarily helped for me to be back sitting here. But I will be calling it quits since for some strange reason it seems to be wearing off the short term help of the ice.
You see besides everything else I do have cervical stenosis and that too acts up on occasion and I think this could be one of those times and so I will like to say happy good night to all and ask you all to count those blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?
PS I have another secret to divulge tomorrow night so stay tuned, ok?

Just one more thing… rest in peace Peter Falk one of our favorite sleuths of all time; you will be sorely missed by all who enjoyed your iconic Columbo.

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