Hey...what's happening this wonderful Sunday???
Glad you got the computer going. I love my little wireless mouse. I can even sit it on my leg and use it while sitting in a chair. Technology is a grand and wonderous thing.
I wouldn't know wheat to do if I slept until 8:30. If I'm still in bed at 7:00 there must be something wrong with me. Use to be able to practically sleep the day away, but not for a long time.
Susan
well- the skirt is done! and it has a lot of yardage!! blouse and skirt ironed and all should be great with the velvet belt thingy and the lil purse and my hat ...wish my hair was still long to do an updo!!! -i'll make sure to get pics taken but not sure how to post them--and i think my profile is still the old style??or do you see new style when you look at it???
as for sleeping til 830--boy i was surprised when i looked at the clock!!!!!!!!!!
I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult.
- E. B. White
Nothing much is happening here today. I am going to stay at home and do nothing....or should I say I am going to stay at home and do nothing but read. I got the latest book from Kate Collins on the flower shop mysteries and just haven't had time to really start reading it. But that is over and today is the day.
It is dark and gloomy out this morning. It is suppose to be rainy for the next few days. I guess that goes with spring. I still want it to be sunny and warm with flowers starting to bloom....you know...the whole spring picture. But I guess the rain is what makes the spring flowers bloom so pretty. You have to take the cloudy with good in life.
For those interested Kayden was born at 10:49 last night by C Section. He left no particulars such as weight and so on but if I find out for some reason today I will pass it on for those who want to know.
It went from bad to ugly here last night. He kept telling me that he didn't say anything about me being the grandma and I told him no....he was right on that one but he never stood up for me either and that is what bothers me the most and what hurts the most. I still feel the same way today as I did last night. I am done with him and with the other part of him. I keep thinking that he is the father of my 3 children but I am sure that he doesn't even remember what their names are so what does it matter. I guess every child born needs a sperm donor and right now I realize that is just what he was for my children. Unfortunate but often times the truth is.
I am going to be going. I have a headache that just won't quit and I am going to take some more Tylenol....I took it about 4 times yesterday....and see if it will finally get rid of this. I sure hope it does.
I will chat later on....have a good Sunday and I am sending love and hugs to all along with prayers. Don't forget to smile and make someone happy because of it.
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter
that tells what kind of life you have lived.
I'm just say'in... before you throw out the baby with the proverbial bathwater (pardon the pun), get a grip on this...
Be prepared to support yourself long and hard. It ain't easy by yourself.
Try to find a way to get something back of what you started with in the marriage.
I've been alone for 14 years... now mind you, it wasn't a great marriage but it was MY marriage... I work my arse off to make a living, there is no one to be here when I get home, etc.
I'm just sayin' think about something positive... it ain't all it's cracked up to be. Think about that little bird that was flying south and landed in a pile of warm cow chit... he griped and complained so much about the pile of chit he was in... and I can't remember the rest of it for CRS... so can anyone finish the story??
Janet
A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.
A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.
Morals of the story:
(1) Not everyone who "Chits" on you is your enemy.
(2) Not everyone who gets you out of "Chit" is your friend.
(3) And when you're in deep "Chit", it's best to keep your mouth shut!
