Wednesday, August 30, 2006
The art of patience
Well, I worked non stop on a painting this afternoon because I had total silence & I just felt like it. Probably put in 3 hours or so, which is rare.I was in the zone and it was euphoric. I've picked back up on the craft. One has to work on their craft right? Even the best of the best are always learning new things about their craft. I started out with a picture that someone gave me and asked me to paint for them. Well, I started this about a month ago and I have been working on it off and on.It felt like it was too much rule following for me to handle though..I wasn't digging the rules of painting what was in the picture.Ugh. It became boring. It's of this coifed red haired woman.I decided that I would just let go and paint for me...forget the picture. I don't do well with painting what people want me to paint...I'll paint for you, just don't tell me what.. Stubborn I know.
I drifted and it's turned into a maze of things and I think it speaks loudly of alot of things. Another therapeutic avenue today. Although this avenue is more up my alley....Alone doing what I like to do and it's oh so quiet. I am so tempted to just go ahead and finish it late one night and post it. I just don't really show my stuff that much..It's embarrassing. I really want to show it though.. The colors are so vibrant and I love all of the things turning into other things in it. Reminds me of looking at the clouds and finding animals in them. It might take me awhile before I actually show this.. I can't help but keep looking at it.
One thing about this is that I have been so patient with it and I am proud of this. I kept working on it and working on it. Not day after day. I leave it sitting out and I leave it alone and I walk by it and put more thought into it. Patiently. Patience is something that I am working on. I feel like an idea is so small at first even though you may think it's big and then it just grows and grows until it becomes something bigger than you. Only if your patient though. That's the key to the big picture.
I drifted and it's turned into a maze of things and I think it speaks loudly of alot of things. Another therapeutic avenue today. Although this avenue is more up my alley....Alone doing what I like to do and it's oh so quiet. I am so tempted to just go ahead and finish it late one night and post it. I just don't really show my stuff that much..It's embarrassing. I really want to show it though.. The colors are so vibrant and I love all of the things turning into other things in it. Reminds me of looking at the clouds and finding animals in them. It might take me awhile before I actually show this.. I can't help but keep looking at it.
One thing about this is that I have been so patient with it and I am proud of this. I kept working on it and working on it. Not day after day. I leave it sitting out and I leave it alone and I walk by it and put more thought into it. Patiently. Patience is something that I am working on. I feel like an idea is so small at first even though you may think it's big and then it just grows and grows until it becomes something bigger than you. Only if your patient though. That's the key to the big picture.
Hair Therapy
I went to get a hair cut today and had beauty shop talk with the ladies. I felt like I was in the movie Steel Magnolias today! Except no one had an epileptic seizure or anything. Ok,that wasn't funny.....Anyway,I saw Rosemary and I always talk with Rosemary because she and my mom were best friends in high school & are still friends. I told her what was going on in my life because she asked. Then, the next thing I know, I notice that everyone in there is listening to me. Maybe six women total.Wow, I never felt like my life was that interesting. My soap opera drama: "As Katie's World Turns" So, they put in their two cents about men,in general. Some piped up to add their own drama stories to the pot. Hair Therapy works. If you have problems..Go see your hair stylist and just let it all out. Cheap therapy. Seriously. You get therapy and come out beautiful! I have to say that I had a diverse group of women age- wise to talk to today. The wisdom these ladies have! It was appreciated. It's funny how when a group of women are together talking ..It never fails..someone always starts off a sentence like this:"I was watching Oprah and..." blah blah blah...haha
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Word
Scooby Dooby Doo!! Scooby Doo? Pirates? Treasure hunt? Hmmmm. What will the party theme be this year???? It's either the Pirate theme or the Scooby theme...along with a treasure hunt, of course!...at Memorial Park where it's quiet and pretty.... early morning or cool evening for sure...Weekday or weekend?? hmmm. Silver Paper here I come...I hope I don't get into too much trouble in there today. I love stationary, calling cards, party stuff and invitations a little too much:) Definitely have to get him a giant pin that says # 1 Birthday Boy...What would a special event be without one of those??? Hello? James understands this:) Word.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Mayo "nose"
We went to the grocery store this afternoon and according to Will if you eat Trix are for kids yogurt you get $10,000! So, we had to get some. When we got home we made a Mayo "nose" and bolagna sandwich too:) & did I mention that he can belt out a soulful tune? "Rockin my soul in the bosom of Abraham!" The kid was belting out the tunes!
Wow
I was watching the anniversary coverage of Hurricane Katrina with Brian Williams and I realized that I barely knew about this huge hurricane that struck a year ago! I didn't watch the news coverage last year. You're probably thinking,"How inhumane not to take notice of something so severe that affected so many lives & left people starving, homeless, and even dead." right? I mean, I knew about it, but I didn't watch the news.I just couldn't go through yet another catastrophy after giving birth to new life because four years earlier, after my son was born on 09/01/2001, the only thing on television was 911.I thought that the world was coming to an end! Imagine holding this little life in your arms and thinking that he won't get to live because of what is going on in the world. I had no where to go and not much to do. We lived in a small apartment and the news of 911 was on every channel. Mix that with post partem depression and see what you get. It was awful. So, I wasn't going to let a catastrophe take away from the second one! I wanted to feel the joy that mothers are supposed to feel. I didn't watch T.V. while I was on maternity leave. My whole being was about my baby or either nesting like a mama bird. Memories are flooding back to me now. I am just amazed at how little I knew about this catastrophic hurricane that only happened a year ago! I mentioned to my mother that I must have been in my own little world after I had Liza, and her response was that I am always in my own little world...typical response from my mother to me.
Also, after I had Liza,I had a spinal headache and had to go back to the hospital to have them stick me with the big long needle in my spine again! This only happens to 1 out of 100 women after they give birth. Only me. So, maybe I was just not tuned into what was going on in the world. I was living in my own little world with my little baby & I had a killer headache every time I sat up or walked around doing things for days. Finally, it just wouldn't go away after a couple of days, so I went to the Doctor.I had never had a headache that long and it only went away when I was lying on my back. Strange. I sat in the waiting room by myself w/ a newborn and waited and waited until the tears came and then the next thing I knew I was in a wheel chair and being wheeled to a hospital room! The anestheseologists prepped me for the needle to make the spinal headache stop! It was amazing. After ten minutes, the headache was gone. Poof! Gone.
Both of my children were born around the time of great catastrophies. My mother told me that should tell me something. O.K. Mom...another typical comment from my mother....If I ever remarry and decide to have another child...It would have to be born in like March, April, May, June...a less catastrophic month. No August or September!!!!! Plus it's just way too hot to be eight months prego in August!
To get back to my point though...I have given a little history of what was going on with me during the time the hurricane hit New Orleans. If I had been in New Orleans at that time and hadn't gotten out...I would have still had a spinal headache in the super dome. I wonder what went on in the minds of the mothers with small infants. How do you care for babies in the midst of the chaos? I listened as the journalist recounted stories of people looting, crazed looking people, starving people, and dead people lying on the streets! People sacrifice their own safety and lives to act humanely. I am truly touched by this.
I was just mesmerized by this tonight and it just jerked me.
Also, after I had Liza,I had a spinal headache and had to go back to the hospital to have them stick me with the big long needle in my spine again! This only happens to 1 out of 100 women after they give birth. Only me. So, maybe I was just not tuned into what was going on in the world. I was living in my own little world with my little baby & I had a killer headache every time I sat up or walked around doing things for days. Finally, it just wouldn't go away after a couple of days, so I went to the Doctor.I had never had a headache that long and it only went away when I was lying on my back. Strange. I sat in the waiting room by myself w/ a newborn and waited and waited until the tears came and then the next thing I knew I was in a wheel chair and being wheeled to a hospital room! The anestheseologists prepped me for the needle to make the spinal headache stop! It was amazing. After ten minutes, the headache was gone. Poof! Gone.
Both of my children were born around the time of great catastrophies. My mother told me that should tell me something. O.K. Mom...another typical comment from my mother....If I ever remarry and decide to have another child...It would have to be born in like March, April, May, June...a less catastrophic month. No August or September!!!!! Plus it's just way too hot to be eight months prego in August!
To get back to my point though...I have given a little history of what was going on with me during the time the hurricane hit New Orleans. If I had been in New Orleans at that time and hadn't gotten out...I would have still had a spinal headache in the super dome. I wonder what went on in the minds of the mothers with small infants. How do you care for babies in the midst of the chaos? I listened as the journalist recounted stories of people looting, crazed looking people, starving people, and dead people lying on the streets! People sacrifice their own safety and lives to act humanely. I am truly touched by this.
I was just mesmerized by this tonight and it just jerked me.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Pictures
I uploaded some pictures on Flickr today. I realized that there are over 200 pictures on there now! I started out uploading the really old ones from 10 to 12 years ago. Then, I uploaded recent ones after that. So, it seems that there is a giant gap of time that is missing. Oh Well. I love my pictures:) I do have a series of pictures that are just ole southern charm taken in Mayesville. I ventured out and just stopped the car whenever I saw "A Picutre" ...It seems that I have used up my uploading space this month on Flickr..So, Sept. I'll upload these! They are cool:) I really want to venture out to Moncks Corner... I once saw an exhibit at the Cola Art museum of drawings of old shacks. The artist...I can't remember her name, but she would drive through old southern towns and she would get out of her car whenever she found an old shack or shacks and do a crayon drawing of them. If there was anyone around, she'd ask them the history if they knew. That's pretty cool:)
Friday, August 25, 2006
Filling the holes
If I could seal an iron-on patch over my heart... If I could mend my mind with a needle and thread.... Then I think...I like the holes, fray, and scraggly strings. I like them just fine... I can wear them with pride. The little things pour in. A baby's one tooth grin, and a little boy's kangaroo hop. Chats on the porch about being friends and opossums! These gifts fill the holes. If I patched up my heart....I'd be void.
TIME:
Put aside the work and the $, put aside the hurry hurry, put aside the must accomplish,...and look into someone else's eyes. Open your mouth to say hello to a stranger, give a wink to a child, appreciate someone's laugh or freckles. A lift in the spirit! Lend a kind word...Do a nice thing...give a small gift...Kindness matters...
TIME:
Put aside the work and the $, put aside the hurry hurry, put aside the must accomplish,...and look into someone else's eyes. Open your mouth to say hello to a stranger, give a wink to a child, appreciate someone's laugh or freckles. A lift in the spirit! Lend a kind word...Do a nice thing...give a small gift...Kindness matters...
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Your Nose is Growing!
This morning I asked Will if he had brushed his teeth. He answered yes, when I knew that the answer was really no! So, he was telling a little fib. I told him that his nose was growing like Pinnochio's and he kept touching his nose to make sure that it was still the same little nose. He did this about three times as he was watching Saturday morning cartoons and I watched him from the sidelines amused. He really thought that it might be growing. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and got up out of his bean bag chair & ran to actually look in the mirror! So, then I asked him what he was doing and he came back and said " My nose did not grow!" Then I asked him why he had to go check....He became quiet and realized that I had totally busted him.
Poem
The Chariots unspoken words are true to form.
Washed into the sands transforming into tiny specks,
they are a whisper on a distant shore of comfort.
They speak fathoms of thirst through eyes so bright.
Washed into the sands transforming into tiny specks,
they are a whisper on a distant shore of comfort.
They speak fathoms of thirst through eyes so bright.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Cool
Things are looking up! I have some cool friends:) They may be near or far, but I have them:) If I could bring them all together it would be so awesome. I would have a room full of awesomeness. Peace out!
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
I'm in love..
with Mason Jennings! I love his voice so much I'd marry it. I had a mood earlier today...Seems a bit much for this small blogging community to have to read the wine without some cheese...oh, well. This year off is the time to do that. Darn right. Mason Jennings is awesome. sigh....
I actually have a reader! My first comment by The Mac a.k.a The Beard.I feel so special:)Brightened my day:)
I have a lunch date on Thursday and I am really looking forward to it:) It's been great catching back up with people lately.
It's good to call on your friends!
I actually have a reader! My first comment by The Mac a.k.a The Beard.I feel so special:)Brightened my day:)
I have a lunch date on Thursday and I am really looking forward to it:) It's been great catching back up with people lately.
It's good to call on your friends!
FFWD
They say that timing is everything.Sometimes the timing is off in life when you don't want it to be. The pause in life is a bit much to withstand. Why must it idle and drag..Idle and drag? & the unpleasantries sporadically show up unannounced. Just hit me all at once please. The internal feeling of having a band-aid being slowly removed is unbearable at times. Rip the darn thing off!!
I feel foolish. Only the fools rush in, but never again! Practice patience and breathe.He's still working on me.
Would someone please pull me out of the land of the fairies right now? What am I thinking? I'm trying so hard to squash this thing and it isn't working. I can't help but think that this is some kind of test or either people really do come in and out of your life for a reason.Oh,& would somebody give me an instruction manuel for men? I really need one...
I feel foolish. Only the fools rush in, but never again! Practice patience and breathe.He's still working on me.
Would someone please pull me out of the land of the fairies right now? What am I thinking? I'm trying so hard to squash this thing and it isn't working. I can't help but think that this is some kind of test or either people really do come in and out of your life for a reason.Oh,& would somebody give me an instruction manuel for men? I really need one...
Monday, August 14, 2006
Ohhm
Well, it's 4 O'clock and I can't think of anything else to do except blog to pass the time.I'm at blah work.I miss Jennifer and our in-depth convos.It's been really quiet today, but that's not unusual. What's on my mind? hmm..I guess I could put it into a sub-thought of what I am really thinking..It seems that I have come to realize how sensitive I am. I'd like to go see the wizard to give me courage too. Sometimes I wish I could take a drill or a hammer to the wall. No, a Cro-Bar! I could hit something right about now. And I also realize that sometimes vulnerability is a good thing. You know, swallow the freakin pride and get over appearing calm, cool, and collected.... In "How to Make an American Quilt" (movie) there are these 2 sisters, and the younger sister sleeps with the older sister's husband. Well,of course the older sister finds out and goes ape. What she does with the anger is really funny, though. She throws china plates and glasses and anything else breakable within reach. She has a room, and in that room, she plasters all of the broken things to the wall! So, it's like a colorful wall mosaic of her rage! A room full of broken glass for walls! I want a room like that.
Amalfi
I was engaged in a movie called A Good Woman, based on Oscar Wilde's play, Lady Windemere Fan. The setting is Amalfi, Italy..Gorgeous place!..and the story is updated to take place in the 1930's. (Instead of in London, and in the late 1800's as Oscar Wilde would have created it). It's a nice period piece with Helen Hunt and Scarlett Johansen. I appreciated the Oscar Wilde bite & wit to it immensely. He was purely a genuis playwright and far ahead of his time. I love his work.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Lady Elizabeth Adrianna
Liza dug into her pink ladybug birthday cake today. She is officially 1. Let the toddling games begin!
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Hiss or Miss
I had one of those early morning dreams and it was crazy! It all had to do with the cat, Edgar. He was not in the dream, but he was the cause of the dream. His name is Edgar..& he is 12 years old. He has a big attitude problem,always has. Mean as the devil himself! Only a lap kitty to one person, and he sneers at others looking disgruntled most of the time. He was named after Edgar Allen Poe. He's fluffy, black and beige striped, with big chartreuse eyes. A dark cat with a dark heart. He looks like a cat that would be woven into one of Poe's stories.When he goes to the vet, he is Edgar Drayton. So, I have painted an image of the cat....Hateful cuss. He's quite the old grandpa kitty with major attitude, like a mean old man with a chip on his shoulder. A disgruntled old bastard.
~The Dream~
I was searching for my dream man throughout a maze of a hospital and I just couldn't find him! I was running through the hospital up and down flights of stairs and around corners looking for this dream guy. It was like I was taking the physical challenge to find this man. I was madly,deeply in love and I had to tell him! I was on a mission through and through. I wanted my secret out and I was going to profess everything I felt for him for the last 10 years! Imagine the emotions swarming through my mind as I was swimming through a sea of hospital gurneys and I.V. tubes to get to my true love. I was ramming into faceless blue scrubs. I was set out to proclaim my undying love for him and I couldn't find him in the labyrinth hospital. I was frantic because I had to get there first...it was like a race, and if I didn't get there ,then he would never know about me and I wouldn't exist .
Finally, after skimming the crowd, I found him! The dream guy was on the top floor all along and he was waiting in line...It was a long line, like a mile long. It was the type of line that you wait in when your going to buy movie tickets, with the big lightbulbs outlining the booth and old fashioned movie posters plastered to the walls. The booth was far ahead of us. The dream guy had tears streaming down his face, so naturally I put my arms around him to embrace him. It was magicical, not a word was spoken. Silence.....
UNTIL.... this irritating sound was coming from somewhere in the line ahead of us. It was a "Meow" and this "Meow" would occur every 30 seconds. So, it was really annoying, and ruining my romantic movie-like moment. I realized it was a cat and it just became so freaking annoying while everyone else was waiting so patiently and quietly in this long line. I turned around from my romantic embrace to see where this noise was coming from. The Meow sounded again. At that point I was mad. I yelled towards the Front of the line.
" Shut Up, We Know!" ....And then turns around a lady cat standing in line like a real person on two legs! A white fluffy cat dressed in a big floral print desk, rimless spectacles, a granny purse, and a straw Easter hat. The lady cat turned and just stared at me like I was so rude with a piercing glare. A disgruntled glare like Edgar! I'm looking at the cat, like what the hell are you, and where did you come from? I'm astonished!
Then, after the stare down the meowing stops and my dream guy literally picked me up like I didn't weigh anything and carried me up another flight of stairs....Then I woke up...And Edgar was the one meowing like that every so often this morning in REALITY...Damn annoying cat ruined my would- have- been- romatic dream!
~The Dream~
I was searching for my dream man throughout a maze of a hospital and I just couldn't find him! I was running through the hospital up and down flights of stairs and around corners looking for this dream guy. It was like I was taking the physical challenge to find this man. I was madly,deeply in love and I had to tell him! I was on a mission through and through. I wanted my secret out and I was going to profess everything I felt for him for the last 10 years! Imagine the emotions swarming through my mind as I was swimming through a sea of hospital gurneys and I.V. tubes to get to my true love. I was ramming into faceless blue scrubs. I was set out to proclaim my undying love for him and I couldn't find him in the labyrinth hospital. I was frantic because I had to get there first...it was like a race, and if I didn't get there ,then he would never know about me and I wouldn't exist .
Finally, after skimming the crowd, I found him! The dream guy was on the top floor all along and he was waiting in line...It was a long line, like a mile long. It was the type of line that you wait in when your going to buy movie tickets, with the big lightbulbs outlining the booth and old fashioned movie posters plastered to the walls. The booth was far ahead of us. The dream guy had tears streaming down his face, so naturally I put my arms around him to embrace him. It was magicical, not a word was spoken. Silence.....
UNTIL.... this irritating sound was coming from somewhere in the line ahead of us. It was a "Meow" and this "Meow" would occur every 30 seconds. So, it was really annoying, and ruining my romantic movie-like moment. I realized it was a cat and it just became so freaking annoying while everyone else was waiting so patiently and quietly in this long line. I turned around from my romantic embrace to see where this noise was coming from. The Meow sounded again. At that point I was mad. I yelled towards the Front of the line.
" Shut Up, We Know!" ....And then turns around a lady cat standing in line like a real person on two legs! A white fluffy cat dressed in a big floral print desk, rimless spectacles, a granny purse, and a straw Easter hat. The lady cat turned and just stared at me like I was so rude with a piercing glare. A disgruntled glare like Edgar! I'm looking at the cat, like what the hell are you, and where did you come from? I'm astonished!
Then, after the stare down the meowing stops and my dream guy literally picked me up like I didn't weigh anything and carried me up another flight of stairs....Then I woke up...And Edgar was the one meowing like that every so often this morning in REALITY...Damn annoying cat ruined my would- have- been- romatic dream!
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
I Love Quips
"He knew every pig path in Clarendon County."(& say this with a southern twang.) I am quoting a woman from Summerton S.C. that I spoke with. This was one of her many quips. I kept thinking to myself as I listened to her dialect..."Man, I could write a book using her lines!" What a clever little lady! I absolutely love talking with people of such character! Indeed, she was a firecracker of a lady. I adored her from the start.
"Ole B.C. Outlaw used to get us to pull weeds from his tomato patches in the summer time and then we would run home before it got dark. We used to run everywhere." This was said by my uncle over the weekend. Just the name B.C. Outlaw sounds like it should be used in a novel.
"Ole B.C. Outlaw used to get us to pull weeds from his tomato patches in the summer time and then we would run home before it got dark. We used to run everywhere." This was said by my uncle over the weekend. Just the name B.C. Outlaw sounds like it should be used in a novel.
Shark Preserves
Shark attack! Will was given a baby shark..One of those souvenir dead sharks from Myrtle Beach that's in a jar full of some blue poisonous liquid to preserve it. Formaldehyde? The thing is just hideous! It's a dead shark and it looks like it's smiling at you and staring at you with dead eyes. It's very creepy. And to top it all off, he must take it everywhere with him! It "slept" on his night stand last night and he kept pointing the flash light at the thing. Extra creepy in the dark with a spot light on it. Murky and creepy and just hideous!! If he drops the jar...ooohhh I can't even think about it. You know I will not be cleaning that up! & who gives a kid a dead souvenir anyway? Here kid, go play with a dead thing. I can't fathom. & I hate fish.. I detest fish. So, Will's knew love is sharks. & do you know what my mother did? She kept this a secret from me too..She let him watch JAWS!! This was months ago. Who in their right mind lets a 4 year old watch JAWS?? Her retort was that he told her that he'd already seen it before and that it didn't scare him. Oh, okay Mom believe the four year old. He's a little con in the making. Must put a stop to that one. Jaws? C'mon. That's like saying..Here kid..Go watch Night of the Living Dead. Have fun.
Well, Maybe not Night of the Livivng Dead, but this could really affect him..He'll think that Jaws is in the pool with him like I did as a kid. I couldn't go swimming by myself. Kate was always with me. I miss Kate. I was just thinking about her recently. She is apart of almost all of my childhood memories.
Well, Maybe not Night of the Livivng Dead, but this could really affect him..He'll think that Jaws is in the pool with him like I did as a kid. I couldn't go swimming by myself. Kate was always with me. I miss Kate. I was just thinking about her recently. She is apart of almost all of my childhood memories.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Pleasant Words are Like a Honeycomb
I Woke up this morning to the most beautiful song. It's been around for awhile, but I never really "listened" to it. It stirred a wondering in me. I think that it's a country song? But I heard it on WMHK? I know it's probably been played to death, but it's so lovely still. My alarm clock went off and that was the station it was on. The knob had been turned to another station by someone's little fingers fiddling with the radio. When you have children these sort of things happen...You may find a figurine in the toilet next...who knows. Anyway, I was moved by this song, and I was also moved that this was the station that I was listening to. I kept listening and I finally got up. Something told me that I needed to be fed spiritually, and I was right! I need ....Something.Why is it that when you don't go to church for awhile and then when you DO GO the sermon hits on everything that is going on in YOUR life. Like it was MEANT for ME. It's my affirmation that the Lord is still working on me AND he works in mysterious ways. The message was simple and full of so much meaning. I am not going to preach it, but it was this: Phillipeans 4:4-7. Trust in God and then you will find joy. Let God guard your heart. Anxiety is a cue that one needs to pray. I will be doing a lot of praying! Phillippians 4:6- Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
Euphemous is speech that is gracious, auspicious, praiseworthy, and fair sounding. It includes the avoidance of words of ill omen. "Pleasant words are like a Honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the bones." I like that.
Food for thought: There is someone somewhere that is modeling themself after you....
Euphemous is speech that is gracious, auspicious, praiseworthy, and fair sounding. It includes the avoidance of words of ill omen. "Pleasant words are like a Honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the bones." I like that.
Food for thought: There is someone somewhere that is modeling themself after you....
Friday, August 04, 2006
Squirrel Sandwich?
It's a squirrel for petes sake, not a rat! The squirrel will be let go...Grainger said to get him two pieces of bread and he'd make a squirrel sandwich out of him. He also shoots squirrels out there when they try to eat the bird food, and he hauls them off to the dump! All the while, we are making great efforts to SAVE the SQUIRREL!!! I can't believe him....Sherrie didn't want it to come to her house because it looked like a rat....off track, but funny... Sherrie wanted Grace to drop off a cake at the nursing home for her elderly mother... When Will & Grace got there the nurse came to the front desk and Grace gave the cake to her to give to Sherrie's momma. Will's eyes turned to saucers and he whispered" Mimi's (Sherrie) momma's black?" He was really trying to figure that one out. Back to the squirrel... He has been doing a lot of traveling..Right now he is in Florence with my 6 year old niece and her Mimi. No squirrel sandwich for Kathryn. She loves the baby squirrel. I don't think Will could care less about that squirrel. We girls love little things and want to take care of them. AWWW..
I Just felt like runnin
I felt like I was asleep with my eyes open yesterday and needed a little head release. Speaking of heads..Have you seen the "Head On" commercial? Genuis. So, I went home and changed and pulled a Forest Gump....I ran! and I ran and I ran..I kept running and running..Man, it felt great. Exilerating! If I could run forever like that I would! With soundtrack Rocky music playing. Cleansing for the soul! I push myself when I run. I mostly like to swim for exercise, but I just felt like running. O.K., this is starting to sound way too Forest Gumpish....
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Little Orphaned Squirrel..It's a Hard-Knock Life
We are nursing a baby squirrel! Either he fell out of the nest or, Buster, the cat brought him home. We are taking care of him and I pray that he makes it. He doesn't have his eyes open yet and is smaller than the palm of my hand. He curls into a ball and burrows to get warm. I pulled up info on what to do to take care of orphaned squirrels and I couldn't believe the information! He has a kids shoebox for a house..shredded a baby diaper into big pieces for warmth and placed an old washcloth inside....Set the box on a heating pad...(You have to get them warm before you do anything else.)Trying to feed him a little with a medicine dropper. He's doing okay with that. Pray for my little orphaned squirrel to make it. I held him in the palm of my hand today at lunch time and watched his little heart beat and studied him for awhile...He's a fascinating little creature.So small...
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