Good morning! Was going to a birthday party today but unfortunately the little birthday boy woke up sick so the party was canceled. Poor little guy is pretty upset.
My kids threw away their everybody gets one trophies, when they went threw their childhood stuff. They kept the awards they felt like they earned. I think though that little ones are thrilled to get them though and maybe a good incentive to play when they are little.
-- Edited by Lindley on Saturday 21st of October 2017 11:08:28 AM
DD is interested in an acoustic guitar. Someone just posted one on FB for sale. Waiting for my guitar expert to give me advice as if I should get it or not. It will be a Christmas present if I get it.
Just doing a few chores around the house. Going out to dinner tonight. My ride is in a 1931 Chevy independence. It should be fun!
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Beautiful, warm, sunny day. Went to the gym, then IHOP. Then we walked on our trail to burn off IHOP, lol. We didn't make good time because we stopped to chat with a family that just came here to visit the trail. It's really nice, when completed it will be 14 miles long. The trail replaced rail lines that were used for many years. I think it's about 9 miles now. There's a trail head (parking lot) about a mile from my house but it goes through a drug infested area so we go about 4 miles from my house.
Got my emissions test done yesterday. Good for another 2 years. Now I need to pop over to the MVD and get my tags.
Radiator on my truck is leaking. Water pump might be leaking too. So, looks like I'll have a some more new parts. FIL said he's going to replace the hoses and belts too.
Got scarred at Walmart last night. Some guy ... shall we say ... expressed his love for the floor of the family restroom. Gross.
And feeling a bit sad. This time of year always makes me sad.
Just feeling the blahs.
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Thank you, Lindley. It's the season. Days get shorter, trees are losing their leaves, things beginning to go dormant or dying. It's the feeling of ending.
It will pass.
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I always loved this time of the year. It felt like new beginnings. Probably because of the start of a new school year, but it seemed more like "new year" than Jan. 1st.
I think I started the bathroom project to give me a creative outlet because of the feelings I get this time of year. But I need more help to finish what use to be the simplest of tasks. That's not helping.
Tell you something else that didn't help, the nap I took. Woke up in pain and just sick enough to be a problem.
Told you, feeling the blahs.
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This has always been my favorite time of year even when I was single and lonely. I can't help but get caught up in the season.
We just drove two towns over to get some fig bars. Yes, they are that good.
I was more lonely when I was married than I've ever been single. I'm very happy for you, though.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Well, Lil, this will give you a smile! My Maddawg!!!!!
Awww.... he's so stinkin cute!
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Thanks y'all! We call him our Aryan child. Two of the grandkids are half Apache, (our Redskins) the other is half Puerto Rican (the Beaner). And before anyone takes offense for them, their parents came up with these names for them...
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