My Orega-do
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
I’ll picking up where I left off… On Day 3 we sought the pictographs near the suspension bridge over the Kaweah and made it much more complicated than it had…
This is an easy Christmas craft I like to do with the kids or our Sunday School class. I just scour the city park for little fallen burrs off of…
I’m pretty grounded, but once in a while I get wistful like a child and draw up a long, impossible Christmas list in my head because it’s winter and that’s…
Thought I’d share one of my favorite heirlooms and how I made my own. This one is a no-brainer and so simple. This button necklace belonged to my great-…
As if it’s not enough that there will be a new X-Files series starring Duchovny and Anderson, that Longmire returned via Netflix, and that some of the cast of Firefly…
Sometimes you have to shut up and finish stuff. That’s what I’ve been doing all of this quiet month. I’m not quite ready to show my shawl test knit off…
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Must be something in the air. I'm uber grouchy lately too. I really do think I'm just ready for summer. Down to with getting off to school(s)…up with lazy mornings before heading to the pool!!
Is it wrong that I laughed at your list of annoyances? Not at you, the humor, girl! You are a funny lady.
What is it with the neighbor kids screaming outside my window and playing shootout in my driveway? They have their own driveway! Chased them off just last night. Again. Must be universal.
Don't even get me started on FB. Grrrr…always the same handful of people posting the same boring minutiae. There's the chronic complainer, the one who "Checks in" every hour, the bragger, the farmers, etc. Much prefer Twitter. Concise and to the point.
Clever and cute photos. Love your orega-fro. That made me smile. Hope your Friday and weekend is enjoyable.
Okay! So, it's not just me. You know, I think I was worse as a kid. I was like a crotchety old grandma stalking down the halls of my highschool. Guess it's just a phase- reaction to a too busy week.