Know how much my husband loves me?
He lets me go do things.
Does that sound funny? Want to know what I mean?
When we were first married, I went to Bunko once a month with a dozen or so other ladies. It's a game and we'd always have yummy food and fun prizes.
See these flowers? Aren't they great?
They came up volunteer this year! I think I had maybe two or three come up from seeds last year, and this year, a whole garden full of them. I adore zinnias, so I was super excited when they first started popping up.
And then, I got a little worried.
You see, I also had green beans planted in those spots.
Well, most of my green plants came up and have done fairly well, too--eighteen pints and counting. But as the flowers grew, what had once been exciting and happy started having some negative consequences.
How much schooling did you end up doing? Once I graduated with my BA, I was done. I helped my husband get his masters. And I watched other family members go on to earn more degrees. But I figured I had enough.
After all, what else was there to learn?
Excuse me while I laugh at my naivete.
In the past, we used to have a preacher who would say, "If you're not growing, you're dying." It's rather a morbid thought, isn't it? And we definitely don't want to apply it to our waistline. But think about it. There's a lot of truth in the statement.
This post is rather hard to write. Maybe because I have a bit too much pride. Maybe because I want you to think only of the projects that turn out well. But here we are. And I'm baring part of my soul to you.
I grew up hearing about how my mom and aunt would pull out all Grandma's patterns and show her which part they wanted from each to try and achieve the look they'd seen in the clothing catalog. Maybe these sleeves and that neckline and that skirt or something similar.
And Grandma, being the amazing person she is, would make the dress.
Everyone has favorites. A favorite drink, a favorite show, a favorite author (or five or six), favorite snacks, favorite shirts, you get the idea. I'm no different. For the last couple of years, Aldi has carried this tea concentrate for one week--although it's really only a couple of days because it sells out so fast. Needless to say, as soon as I see it in the ads, I run over and grab a few boxes for myself. I adore London Fog. It's an Earl Grey tea latte and is super yummy.
Here's the deal. I haven't even opened it yet. I love it. I want to drink it. But I'm saving it. Saving it for what?
This is a place for me to share thoughts and ideas not just related to writing. Thoughts about what's going on in my life, about an idea I got that I thought shareworthy, or just a funny anecdote.