QOTW 7/30

How many blogs do you read daily? And I mean religiously every day.

Uh oh..... *going to count*

YIKES.....Nine blogs.

And one discussion board.
And one recovery board.

Oh my.....
LOL

At least I get a variety?

Wreath construction 101

Sometimes I pick the worst times to get an artistic streak. It's only 95 actual temperature, 109 with the heat index..... Needless to say, it was uninterrupted work. ;-)
And I ended up with a pretty cool wreath!
That lights up nicely, btw.
Which, of course, hangs over the refinished table (which will have to be 'good enough' cuz it's officially outside and I'm NOT redoing the darn thing again!)
Gotta put the chairs back and we're ready, set--go.
But who's gonna sit outside in this heat beside me?!

Ummmm....me and himself. LOL Cuz he'll feel like he needs to since I made pretties!
He's RIGHT!! *snickering*

Yep--WITH suntea, thank you.
And lots of star ice! :-)

Stay grateful......

In summer I am very glad

We children are so small,

For we can see a thousand things

That men can't see at all.

BEACH TIME!!!!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Nothing like a good toe-dippin' in the sea after a hard day's work!
:-)

Suppose to be off at two, got outta there a bit after five....and came home to walk on the beach! ;-)

Gotta love vacation!!

Gotta love a fella who delivers!

:-)

Okay....but I suck at doing this.....

Shared thoughts on Monday:



Ya know--one thing I've gotten decent at is 'telling on myself'. Sometimes I'm 'selective' on where and who I tell......so the question is "am I really that good at it if that's the case"?!So here, I am......confessing that I don't know WHAT in the world I'm doing.

I know that a few weeks back I heard from 'the boy', whom I'd not heard from in almost six months. He's been out of jail but not staying clean and sober for almost nine months, now. Those of you who know my story, know how the child (now a growed man of 21) left this home without looking back, who spread his wings in dangerous places totally oblivious to how he was affecting himself or the people around him. It's not been a fun time in any of our lives getting to deal with his active addictions.

After six months of silence, how do you break it 'gently' to the 'boundary setting mother' that you're a soon to be 'dad'?And how do you introduce the concept of 'twins' carefully to the prospective grandmother.
If you're 'the boy', you just put it out there along with the proclamation of how little you respect the soon to be mother of his children...... Broke my heart and made me ill.....

If you're the prospective grandmother who wasn't QUITE prepared to wrap her head around any of that information--you buy time and try to think it out logically. Come up with a 'plan'.I'm not finding a whole lot of logic to the whole ordeal. Obviously logic isn't required--acceptance is.I'm, apparently, going to become a grandmother to twins.I even think he's telling me the truth......which was up for grabs for a chunk of time because he's not always been the most truthful young man.

This is suppose to be a time for celebration, isn't it? A time to brag and boast and buy baby 'things' and laugh and plan a whole lot?And today I'm sitting with several baby outfits in the trunk of my car.
I haven't brought them in the house.I thought it was brave of me to get that far, to actually find myself in the baby section of the store picking up 'two sleepers, two blankets, two by two by two'..... I can do denial well. It's taken me the better part of two weeks to even mouth the words.
I think it's the loss of dreams again--giving up what I wanted for 'the boy' for acceptance of what IS today. I needed time to wrap my head around it. (or break through some of the denial, I'd suppose)

But the items are still in the car's trunk.WHY can't I bring them into the house?!*sigh*

I wanted to celebrate the day--I had a vision of what I wanted for my children. "Dad" to two babies via a mom that isn't respected or loved (best that I can tell by the conversation) isn't what I wanted for him, for the children involved, for me or for the Brit......for anyone.....
Life isn't about giving me what I want, huh?

The things are still in the trunk of the car.
At least they're in the trunk?As if leaving them there makes it any less true?I'll wrap my head around it, or TRY to wrap my head around it again.
Maybe it's about step by step?

Maybe it's about someone whapping me a good one and telling me to get over myself and my dreams and my heart's desires for my children ONE MORE TIME.


The things are still in the trunk of the car........

Message/lesson 'received' (again!!) on Thursday:

Stop trying so hard to control things.
It is not our job to control people, outcomes, circumstances, and life.

Maybe in the past we couldn't trust and let things happen.
But we can today.

The way life is unfolding is good.

Let it unfold.

Stop trying so hard to do better, be better, and be more.

Who you are and the way you do things is good enough for today.

Who you were and the way you did things yesterday was good enough for that day.

Ease up on yourself.
Let go.
Stop trying so hard.

Huh.

Wisepersoninmylife suggests I 'ease up' a bit....on ME.
He might have a point.
MIGHT.
That IS a 'might'!

Wednesday's Skies

My daddy always said if you're not liking the Iowa weather--stick around for an few hours, it'll change.
What a stark difference between Tuesday and Wednesday.
Kinda like circumstances in life that it's 'everchanging'.
I say 'thank goodness!' to that.

Soooo....
I'm a little 'long' on vacation hours--meaning I'm still earning them but I'm not going to get them because one can only accrue so many hours of paid leave. Which leads me to being told I'm going to 'take some time off'.
Frankly, I wondered if it was a punishment for doing wrong things. LOL I can be like that some moments.
I HAVE to take time off--whaddido?! LOL

Better question is, what WILL I do?!
A week ago I would have said, we'll get in the Jeep and just GO.........land where we land and see what we see.
But the Brit, who left his job a few months ago, decided to start 'catching butterflies and eating them'. (Mel's description of 'going nutzoid'...) A bit bored and apparently a lot READY to join some workforce (ANY workforce!), he is he is.
So he IS--he took a competency test and was found competent. (I'm pretty sure the testing instrument wasn't measuring mental/emotional competency. LOL More like competency in maths and sequential memory etc, etc, etc!) He passed the pee in the bottle test with little trauma.
And apparently he's going to take a job working part time for a local factory. Yeah for him that he's excited and looking forward to showing up and putting things together and being around people and machines.
I'm sure the butterflies he was trying to catch are extremely happy to see him go back to work!

I'm sulking because I have to take time off AND I'm about to lose my dinnercooking, laundrydoing, housecleaning, hihoneyhowwasyourday Brit to the evils of work. Perfect timing, dontchathink? LOL He's starting a new job...... and I'm taking mandatory vacation time.
*shaking head*

Soooooo....I have two more days of work this week that I'll get to shove everything in that only *I* can take care of--so I can take time off because I HAVE to--so *I* can catch butterflies and eat 'em!
LOLOL
Perhaps I'm taking the WRONG attitude about all this?

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Nah.....


But I will wait a few hours before tossing a tantrum....cuz we KNOW how circumstances, like the weather, are everchanging!!

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Nahhh.
Why would I be 'responsible' like that when I could pitch a hissy fit? LOL

Tuesday's Storm

Driving back to the worksite at 4 in the afternoon....
It got a bit dark.
A whole lot of eerie........
And a LOT windy.
I stopped.
I wasn't sure what was going to drop from those lowering, swirling mass of clouds.

Pretty spectacular display.
Bunches of rain and lots of lightening and rumblies.

Gave me time to sulk about being 'told' I was going to take some time off from work.
The sulking happened BEFORE the storm, mind you.

A lesson in loving

The ease with which we genuinely love others is directly proportional to our commitment to loving as a priority in our lives.

Food for thought--at least for my thoughts.
I've had this 'goal' forever. It's about the 11th step and it's all about 'brotherly love'. In that mix is 'intimate love'--but overall, it's been about 'brotherly love'...genuine love for other human beings, period.

Not an easy goal for me.
One that's somehow gotten easier as I go.
It's all about 'letting it look how it REALLY is'......it's about letting go of that need to 'appear' a certain way to feel 'comfortable in my own skin'.
It's been a lesson about where I've drawn my identity from..... and for years it was in being that 'tough gal that nobody messed with'.
I still don't want to be messed with--LOL....but who DOES?!

Then comes the quest to 'let it look how it REALLY is'.....

I care about other human beings.
LETTING it look like I care about others has been a chore.
Not because they're unloveable--certainly as children of G-d we each DO have a right to be right where our feet are.
But LOVING thoughts haven't always been my first thought.

I was told 'act as IF'....and I 'acted as if' pretty darn good.
After all, "the rule is tough on ourselves, easier on others" and "love and tolerance of others is our code".
I haven't always 'felt' or thought in those terms, but I was bonded by 'right actions'....loving and kindly actions.

I had a big, cranky wisepersoninmylife who endorsed me doing 'right actions' no matter what I felt or thought. I mean, c'mon--who WANTS to go back to make apologies to a waitress YOU felt entitled to pop off to because the service was crappy?! Not me.....and it didn't matter, didn't matter, didn't matter--I didn't have a license to treat people poorly---period.
"It's not required for you to WANT to do something to do it." He was right then, he's right now.
I practiced right actions, even when I didn't want to.

I don't know when my thinking altered, I just know it did.
I didn't need someone's threats of bodily harm, some accountability for making amends to those I treated poorly as a motivation to treat people kindly.
I don't know where that 'first thought' to tear off people's faces and spit down their throats WENT--I just know there came a day when I was searching for that thought, much like someone who probes their mouth for that missing tooth the dentist yanked because of the pain factor.
Weird....but somewhere along the way loving actions and loving thoughts became the first thought and plots for mass genicide became less and less.

To love is a decision first, an action second, a value next.
Which leads me to here.
I made a decision to act loving, even when I didn't feel like it--even if under duress. ;-)
I practiced it, even when it wasn't my first thought or desire to BE loving and kindly.
And suddenly, I've awakened a 'loving person'.

"You are one of THE most loving and kindly people I know."
When someone says this to YOU--well, to ME.....LOL I do a doubtake and think "Oh, if you ONLY KNEW!!!!!!"
Sometimes I feel compelled to challenge THEIR thinking....LOL...mostly because I have a reputation to maintain, cuz I'm scared of having that reputation, of that becoming who I AM, of what that 'means'.
There's that FEAR crap.
There's that preoccupation with 'how it looks' to the rest of the world.

But I can't undo it fast enough. LOL
That's just the truth!
I'm doing too many kindly things with no thought.
I need to quit that!!!!

I'm being too loving without even THINKING about it forcryingoutloud!!
And when folks pipe up with how it looks to them, I ought to be humbled and feeling pretty grateful.
Truth is, I DO feel that--and I'm practicing LETTING it look like it really is for me.
But that's just darn hard for me to do because of that FEAR factor.

This is JUST not the "me" I was eons back...it's been a few decades in the learning, whittling away at all those resentments and angers, discovering just how graced I truly have been in this lifetime to GET to do what I get to do today.
It's taken me forever to get 'right sized' in all this.
I'm just another child of G-d....no more, no less......and in no position to stand as judge and jury on any of the rest of His children.

I'm not claiming I've arrived--not by any means.

I am claiming it as my value today.
I've worked it, I've worn it--and IT now wears me.

I can't get it 'OFF' of me fast enough.
Most days I'm not sure I really do want it 'off' of me.

I get to have a different kind of impact in people's lives today BECAUSE I've become "one of the most kindly and loving people" they know.
I like the impact--I don't know that I like it all the time, but most times I do.
I like that I get to touch people's lives for the good today.

Fear of what that leaves me as my identiy is a piss poor reason to go back to doing what didn't work for the good.
I don't want to harm people any more.
I don't know that I could do that planfully anymore.
It takes effort!
Loving has become effortless work.

I learned that lesson on a HUGE scale when the Brit showed up in my life.

I'm pretty sure HOW it happened for me.
I'm even pretty convinced WHY it's happened for me.

But I'm still searching for that 'missing tooth' and going 'hmmmmmmmm...........'
;-)

Loving

The ease with which we genuinely love others is directly proportional to our commitment to loving as a priority in our lives.

To love is a decision first, an action second, a value next.

QOTW 7/23

Name one person you feel fortunate to have met in your lifetime.

One?
Pick one, eh?

I feel pretty graced to have crossed paths with a whole parcel of people--even ones I began my relationship with cursing.

Picking one-----the first one who comes to mind is that cranky old fart in bib overalls who cared enough to get in my way over and over and over again. The one who literally took a beating from me, physically, verbally and emotionally...who hung around because he firmly believed in NOT stopping ten minutes before the miracle.

Darn good thing.
I wasn't a willing student for the lessons he was placed in charge of bringing to me.
I wasn't exactly cooperative, docile or eager to learn.

I'm clean and sober today because he was a tough old fart who never said 'die' and he 'got' what a priviledge it was to 'get to' work with someone who was very much like him.

BUT.......----I'm still kinda testy that I only gotta name ONE! LOL

Nightlights

Round trip number two for the fair!!

Complete with pinwheel straw, the suntea with stars took care of the 'break' from the fair. And kabobs were a great solution for dinner.
We've got a whole horde of people invading the fair for the concert this evening....the wave of cowboy hats has already started.
Gorgeous weather for the evening concert, btw.........

And here's the super-duper bracelet that'll gets us back INTO the fair! :-) It's so pretty at night.
And there'll be fireworks!!

Okay.........
Back we GO!!
WHY we merge with the masses when we can hear every word sang at the concert from our own patio is beyond me.
Well, it's not really......
Duh........we don't have funnel cake! LOL

We've been to the fair!!

We saw sand sculptures.......
And bears cut from logs with chainsaws.....
Upsidedown rides with screaming girls.....
Cheese curds, funnel cakes, cotton candy ......
Old trucks and tractors....
Noisy and dusty stock car races..........
Prize winning dillweed....LOL...
Fluffy chickens with faces you couldn't see....
And cute kiddos petting bunnies!!
We saw horses and sheeps and baby cows and a 906 pound pig!
We saw flowers and jams and jars of honey from bees.

AND we'll go back for more, later.

AFTER tall glasses of suntea with star shaped ice cubes-- and a barbeque with kabobs!
:-)

Happy Bunny moment #3

You'd think by now I'd have pulled up my big girl panties and gotten over myself, wouldn't ya?

It IS all about MEMEME, ya know. Eeesshhh...

And yep, I admitted this to wisepersoninmylife.

Yes, WE had a conversation.
It's actually the first time I've approached it in words other than "WE aren't discussing it, thanksverymuch".
Even 'the girl' knew better than to push the envelope. She informed me she wasn't discussing 'it' either--not until she hears directly from the gal involved that she is indeed carrying twins that belong to 'the boy'. Even then she's not convinced that the two babies are the product of 'the boy's' hormonal moment.

Wisepersoninmylife suspects I'll be an awesome 'grandma'.
(yes, I did leave him 'upright and breathing')

I suspect I'll need to do what he suggested--
"Pull up your big girl panties and get over yourself"
This genuinely isn't all about MEMEME.
Fact is, none of it is about me....even though it's all about me.

I'm not exactly sure how I'm suppose to work this.

For very good reasons, including my own safety and sanity, there have been firm and tough lines drawn around what's 'allowed' and what's not 'allowed' interpersonally between 'the boy' and myself.
I know what will demonstrate to me that he's 'doing the deal'--sadly he hasn't produced. Still drinking, still using chemicals of the illegal kind and no personal responsibility for the havoc, no amends and more of the victimy 'I've always tried to make you proud and I've never been able to be good enough in your eyes'. It just doesn't cut it. I know the song and dance--I did it forever. As much as I love that child/young man--I won't accept less. And it's a 'won't'--cuz I certainly can. It's a 'won't'.

And now there's two babies---innocents that didn't ask to be a part of the issue that are an issue.
And the question of 'what are you going to do NOW'?
They really are the innocents. Uncool that they should be cheated because of his actions/inaction.

I don't even know the mother's last name.
Or where she lives.
But I do know that she has four tattoos and just got her fourth piercing.
And 'the girl' informed me that the mother is on probation for repeat charges of 'possession of a controlled substance' among other violations.

And there are two innocents involved here.

None of this gets to be about me.
I'll get to grieve the loss of a dream (again) and move on.........and decide which course I'll need to take so I can BE a decent grandparent to two innocents without engaging in the insanities or compromising my own wellbeing.

Dunno that I have big ENOUGH big girl panties TO pull up............but I best find some fast!

Happy Bunny moment #2

Serenity isn't compatible with struggle.
We cannot control forces outside of ourselves.
We cannot control the actions of our family or our co-workers.
We can control our responses to them.
And when we choose to surrender our attempts to control, we will find peace and serenity.

That which we abhor, that which we fear, that which we wish to conquer seems suddenly to be gone when we decide to resist no more - to tackle it no more.
The realities of life come to us in mysterious ways.
We fight so hard, only to learn that what we need will never be ours until the struggle is forsaken.

Life's lessons are simple once I give up the struggle.

I'm liking Happy Bunny.
I'm not liking the reading fairies......ONE iota.
Even if they are right and I know they're right......I don't have to LIKE 'em.
*sigh*

It's tough to be me. LOL
And yes, I'm whining....
......it's Wednesday, I can do that!

Another Happy Bunny moment--please ignore me

I seriously need to consider psychiatric help.
Or at the VERY least, I need to consider improving my ability to at least LOOK like I'm somewhat grown up!
Cuz here I am--acting like "Happy Bunny". Yep--Happy Bunny is a good visual of what I did when wisepersoninmylife opted to TRY to call me on the carpet.
It's sometimes necessary TO call me on the carpet and shove things up my nostrils to get me to admit that there's something UP my nostrils.

"Oh LOOK...there's something up my nostril! Perhaps this means I need to talk it out so I can stop having it shoved up my nose repetitiously?!"
*shrugs*
Please note the 'perhaps' in there--it's still open for discussion!

In the meantime--until I get around to ruling out that 'perhaps' being a viable solution-- wisepersoninmylife has decided I 'need' to tell the truth about whatEVER it is that's up my whazoo.
I stalled for a good piece and told him it MIGHT be that 'the boy' is going to be dad to twins.

Whatever possessed wisepersoninmylife to THINK that talking about it was a good plan is BEYOND me.

Excuse me while I put my hands over my ears and hummmmm "Not listening--nope, NOT listeningnotlisteningnotlistening!!"

Don't knock it til you've tried it....it does work! You don't hear a blessed thing! And if you don't LOOK in the direction of the person who's moving their lips, you don't READ their lips and you stay ignorant....at least to SOME degree.

Of course, you don't particularly look grown up OR willing....
.........ask me if I care!!

Apparently I was SUPPOSE to care.

So he was thinkin' WE (meaning him and I----mostly I) needed to have a conversation about all that jazz.

"NOT listening---notlisteningnotlisteningnotlistening!!"

He didn't particulary like my solution.
I, on the other hand, like not listening! And I have the history to prove it, dangit!

"Don't care. NOT listening! Notlisteningnotlisteningnotlistening!!! Don'tcaredon'tcaredon'tcare!!"

He tried holding my hands at one point and assured me we were GOING to talk about it. Thinkin' we 'might need to' and zipping right into telling me 'we were GONNA talk about it'.....bad plan...
Not to mention-- he made a fatal error.....

I apparently did a good job of appearing willing cuz he let go of the hands.
Silly fella.....

"NOT LISTENING!! NOTLISTENINGNOTLISTENINGNOTLISTENING....lalalalalalalalala. NOT LISTENING!! Lalalalalalalalala......NOTLISTENING!"

Happy Bunny is my hero.
I'm gonna erect a shrine to him and hang his picture on the wall!
I'll FRAME it even!!
And I'm STILL NOT LISTENING!!
Pffffffffftttttttttttttttttttttt :-P

Uh oh......rut roh....and YIPPEE!!!

When it's 96 actual temperature, 79% humidity and 103 heat index....you know something's gonna happen.
Mammogram clouds. Okay, okay.....so they're mammatus clouds.
And boy did it storm!
Now we're looking at sunshine and a 'breathable' 77 degrees!
But alas......
Sidewalk painting went bye-bye. :-(

YIPPEE--it means we get to do ANOTHER drawing on the sidewalk.
Kinda cool when G-d cleans the canvas for ya, dontchaknow!

And ----the Brit promised me a seaside picture!
:-)
Ya think he meant it? LOL

QOTW 7/16

Name three fads from your teenage years.

Oh man.... The 'age' is going to show....

Well, there were those klacker thingies--ya know, two hard plastic balls on a string with a washer holding them in the center. You had to get that rhythm going to get that loud clacking noise and hold it JUST right.....or else you were going to have huge bruises on your arms and hands. LOL
Need I confess that I had huge bruises on my arms and hands?
'Nuff said!

Then there were pet rocks.
Yes, rocks in a box with adoption papers.
I'd love to say I was smart enough not to actually purchase one of those rocks in a box.
If I claimed that, I'd be lying! LOL

I'd think those two alone would be enough to embarass myself without adding a third!

But alas--if ever there was a case of 'how dumb could you BE', this was it.
Take a piece of fake fur, place on the wiggley eyes and pet the darn thing.
Yep--I don't know what we called them....LOL.....but I know today we call them pieces of fake fur with wiggley eyes.

We're smart like that! ROFL

Darn Mikey anyway!!

Mikey the chipmunk and I are gonna haffta have a 'chat'.
Seems he's decided to burrow in the flower garden.
This is not quite what I had in mind...he's suppose to be 'cute' and 'entertaining'.
Burrowing in the flower garden is NEITHER. Darn that he's decided it is!

Sooooo....I trotted off to the local garden store to find something that would keep Mikey out of where I don't want him to be.

Coyote urine is apparently what I want--this according to every source I could locate.

Righhhhttt.....I'll just grab that jar of coyote urine that I keep under the sink for moments just like this! *rolling eyes*

Darn that the garden store had JUST run out of coyote urine...LOL...best they could do was poison peanuts--or so said the gent who was waiting on me.

KILL MIKEY?!?!!!!!

No, no, no.......we just want Mikey to stop digging in the flowers, thanksverymuch!
Did I know chipmunks can carry disease? Rocky Mountain Fever, eh?
Likely that the ONE chipmunk that finds his way to my yard is going to carry Rocky Mountain Fever. I doubt he's ever been to Colorado-- And nope, we don't want to kill him--we just want him to stop digging in the flowers!

I musta looked at a dozen deterrants they have for critters--none which claimed to scare away Mikey or his cousins, should they come visiting.
Besides, I'm not wanting to scare away Mr. Bunny or Seemore/Seeless Squirrel! I JUST want Mikey to stop digging in the flowers!

*sigh*
I guess I wait for Coyote urine to hit the local market?

In the mean time, Mikey's safe and liking his little backdoor he's got established behind the heather, no doubt.
It's blooming and it smells wonderful!
Who wouldn't want heather by their backdoor?!
Oy........

Woooohooooo!! It's fair week!!

94 degrees in the shade--it's well over 100 degrees 'heat index' already.

We've got some trucks already arriving. They've got their music cranked up and it's starting!!

I couldn't pick a cooler day to paint on the sidewalk?
Nah....it's all a part of the deal.
Besides, it kinda sets the mood for the entire next week.

We're the biggest little fair in the area and we have the attendence to prove it.
It doesn't 'officially' begin until next Tuesday--but I'm ready........mostly.........

NOT that we'll be able to find our way into the driveway from all the traffic. And 'sure you can park at our house' will be the answer to just about any person who asks. (darn that it irritates the neighbours who manage to post a sign and park cars on the grass the entire five days at a cost....*snickering*)

It's started!
:-)



Ack!!!

Okay....Maybe I'm NOT ready.
MUST get more food!
MUST make more suntea!
MUST get more charcol for the grill!

MUST remember which end of the fairgrounds they sell the funnel cakes on! LOL

It's a shoes off weekend.....

This little table has been with me for over 20 years. It came home with me when I was single, it followed me as I moved to this little town, and it made it's way outside when I moved into this little yellow house on the corner.
It was all ucky and brown and ready for the trashmen (who come on Tuesdays whether I remember they're coming or NOT, btw). But for some reason I couldn't part with it. So I sanded the byjeepers outta it, pickled it multiple times and slopped on a coat of varnish.
Just because I'd proclaimed it a shoeless weekend doesn't mean I can't varnish in my bare feet!

It'll look cute on the back patio by the wreath, with the chairs by it.
It'll hold my coffee cup and a good book...or a bad book. LOL
It's not ready to meet the trashmen, apparently.
Somethings have a usefullness even when others don't/can't see it.

Now me..........I'm trying to LOOK of the 'nonusefull' type. LOL
This is how it got to be a shoeless weekend.
I highly doubt I'll last the ENTIRE weekend without shoes.
Shoes mean I have to be around 'people'.
I'm ready to be shoeless.....LOL However, I don't get to 'x' people off the planet and as much as I might have WANTED a WHOLE shoeless weekend (translate that to 'peopleless weekend'!), arrangments got made for me. But I'll get SOME shoeless time.....maybe........

HURRAH and YEAH!!
I got to be shoeless tonight!
YIPPEE!! (this is me celebrating what I have and not bemoaning if/when MY plans get messed with.....look fast, it won't last! ROFL!!)

And I'll feel good about the 'rescued table' along with the birdie houses that didn't have a home. (another "LOOK what I found on SALE, honey!!" moment, btw...it's not my fault. Obviously I have this 'thing' for sales and birdie houses, huh?)

The BEST thing about the birdie houses is that I got to use the drill! LOL
Well, that and I got to use it shoeless to boot!!! (*snicker* shoeless to boot....har!)

I'm gonna stick 'em in the bushes and pretend they're suppose to be there.
*nodding*
First thing tomorrow.
WITHOUT shoes!