.....and other random stuff......

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Thoughts on a Thursday

Husband and my mother used to tease me about who had it worse…my mother for having lived with me through the ‘formative years’, aka the teenage years, or Husband for being married to me.  (nice, right? Lol)
My mother always claimed she won on the basis of seniority. She knew me longer than Husband…end of discussion.
Which got me to thinking…she died when I was 45. I met Husband when I was 22. That means when I’m 68 (not that far away now) he’ll be able to claim me on seniority. He will have known me for longer than my mother did.

I’m not sure if that’s sad or funny……..

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Monday, June 19, 2017

Punny Monday

War does not determine who is right - only who is left.



(footnote:I'm running out of good puns so I've decided to switch to PARAPROSDOKIANS.
PARAPROSDOKIANS (Winston Churchill loved them) are figures of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected; frequently humorous.)

Friday, June 16, 2017

Progress………More or Less

Since the GREAT A/C EXPLOSION OF 2017 and replacement thereof, we’ve had to put the house renovations on hold.
But……I’ve been able to squeeze out a few finishing touches in the bedroom.
The Big Red Chair will eventually reside in the living room, replacing Husband’s recliner (YAY! sshhhh….don’t tell him I said that…) and a new Big Grey Chair will be put in the bedroom.
But for now I feel I can call the bedroom/bathroom ‘finished’!

At least I have a nice place to retreat to when the rest of the unfinished house gets on my nerves.





Thursday, June 15, 2017

Thoughts on a Thursday

Shower Thoughts

In the warm steamy recesses of my shower anything seems possible. Ideas come to me like manna from heaven. Everything is possible….writing and illustrating a children’s book….writing a serious novel….painting a stunning landscape….
The words flow as if loosened from my mind by the warmth of the water.
Ideas gush like the water from the spigot.
Then they evaporate like the steam on the mirror the moment I dry off.
Gone in an instant.

Such is creativity…….