Daily Drivel Digest #326

I survived my day out among the English.

Survived, and maybe even thrived a little.

All I have to say, is that Vickie - you were right when you left the comment about it being good I was among candles, potpourri and room spray.

My cauliflower/cannelini bean conconction was in full swing, and at times I was doubled over with cramps.

Luckily, for me - and all of the customers, I wasn't behind the counter - but I was walking the floor - so I could leave the scene of the crime easily - and swiftly - and I did.

I have a real live name tag on my work apron - even though I've not a  clue what I'm doing.

I can fake it til I make it though - since I was a manager there a few years ago.

It's MUCH more fun walking around playing with dinner plates, and fluffing pillows than it is hammering out a schedule, making bank runs and actually being responsible for things!

I was lightly begged to work more than two days a month.
I declined.

Saying yes to that, means saying no to other things that I'm not willing to say no to right now.

Like being home.

The day was perfectly orchestrated time wise, and you woulda thunk I actually planned it - I swear I did get every green light and arrow, even at the fabric store, it seemed like they were just waiting for me to arrive.

What's with the fleece?

E.v.e.r.y.one there was buying scads of it.

I'm thinking it's for those no sew blankets.

I'll let you in on a little secret.

I diss the fleece.

I do diss it.

Why, you ask?

It gives me the chills, similiar to cotton balls, and it makes me feel like I need to go to the eye doctor to look at it - it's all blurred.
I'm dizzy and covered in chills now, just thinking of it.

what I think I look like with contacts - I'm sorry Courtney

My eye doctor appointment went well.

It was like riding a bike - popping those hard little blue lenses in me eyes.

Two minutes later, I looked like my dog died, or something else horrible happened.

I told the eye doctor that he should hand out buttons that say 'I'm not stoned - I just got contacts!'

Two hours in me eyes yesterday, four today.

Glenco tells me last night - after over 10 years of me wearing glasses that he likes me better without glasses.

I feel like I have too much face showing now - and I feel vulnerable.

It's hard to explain.

Today is Wednesday, thus the BoyChild shall be picked up at school.

I'll let you in on another secret.

We are celebrating his birthday today, although it's not actually his birthday just yet.

SIXTEEN.

Oy.

We are celebrating by going to a tattoo parlor and having extremely sharp hollow needles rammed through various parts of our body.

Is there a better way to bond with someone you love?

My belly, his nose.
Pierced.
No tattoos!
(added this after a few thought I was getting inked. : -)

You are shocked aren't you?

You should be.

And I'll let you in on yet ANOTHER secret.

He's not going to school tomorrow so he can help me decorate the house for Christmas and we can do our ornament shopping tradition.

Memories are more important than World History and Health class.

Don't hate.

And now, for something completely different.

This morning at about 4:15am, I woke up because the cat bounded off the bed, and my ears were ringing loudly.

And somehow, I have no idea why - it reminded me of a comment I got here a while back asking me if my house was haunted, and how would you know - if you were wanting to buy an old house if it were haunted or not.

I'm sorry I haven't answered that sooner - and I'm sorry for all the questions that go unanswered here, and I'm sorry for the way things are in China - oh wait, that's a John Denver song.

I like to think that I have a good 'knower'.  I feel a lot of things, I sense things.  I have 'forebodings' as I like to call them, and sometimes I just know things.  Everyone  that I have known that has been diagnosed with cancer - I've known from the minute I find out - whether or not they will survive it.
I've been right every single time.

Coincidence?

Maybe.

So I would say I'm sensitive to things - but - and again - don't hate - I'm not sure I believe in ghosts.

It could explain the missing pillow if I did.

I believe in spirits - but not ghosts.

Does that make sense?

All of that to say - my house is haunted.

It's haunted with happiness, and beautiful memories of days gone by.

It's haunted with children's laughter, tears over hard decisions, lives lost, lives begun.

After 143 years - I do believe this house has seen it all.

But I've never felt anything but sheer peace and joy in this house.

People do remark on it when they enter.

I'm glad they don't remark that it smells like a moldy basement or a cat box.

I think - if you are hankering for an old house - and you want to start shopping for an old house - you will just 'know' if that house is for you.

It will feel right from the moment you walk in.

If it doesn't?

Leave.

Colossians 3:15 says that peace should be our umpire.

 “Let the peace (soul harmony which comes) from Christ rule (act as an umpire continually) in your hearts [deciding and settling with finality all questions that arise in your minds]…” (Colossians 3:15 AMP).
(thanks Terry - I needed to clarify that!)

Oh my - imagine if we all lived that way - only doing things that brought us peace.

We wouldn't be nearly as busy as we are, now would we?

Think about that.