Sneaking!

I went sneaking the other day. I snuck! Probably not a word. It was dark and I crept around, hiding behind trees, lying flat to the ground...nothing sinister...just not wanting to be seen. I have a lot of fun on my own and there was giggling and theme music like Kronc sings for himself on The Emperor's New Groove. I think that maybe I am starved for adventure and sneaking seems like a really good way to release adrenaline. It's like toilet papering the house of a guy you like in high school. It's very exciting! Now if you are a stalker or have ill intentions I suggest not stalking but rather seeking help. If you are a girl (or boy) who needs adventure, totally sneak! Maybe doorbell ditch (with cookies) or write something in sidewalk chalk. Hey, I heard about a game called fugitive where teams in cars drop someone off at point A and the idea is to get to point B without the people in the car catching the "fugitive". Cool huh? Hey, if anyone wants to play, you let me know! Night games...fun!!! If you think this all sounds creepy, you just look inward and you'll know you've felt the same way. And hey, if cookies end up mysteriously at your door, just remember that that yumminess was the product of sneaking. Of course, if your CDs are stolen out of your car, that is sneaking too and that is the bad kind (but if a Michael Buble CD was taken, I plead the fifth). I vote "yes" on the good kind of sneeking!

I believe in aging gracefully!

I had a thought on my way to work today. I drove by an establishment of some kind that had those little planter boxes at their windows. The place wasn't exceptionally well taken care of but the planter boxes were colorful...because there were fake flowers in them! It just looked out of place. I've seen that before. To me there is something wrong when you see fake flowers pushing out of the ground in mid winter or with fall leaves all around them. I don't like fake flowers like that. There are cycles to things...it is unnatural for flowers to be in bloom in some seasons and they just look out of place. I realized this applies to lots of fake things. Certain architecture looks inappropriate in a mountain setting. Plastic dinnerware looks bad on nice wooden tables. Plastic looks bad in tight faces that long ago should have showed signs of well lived years. Now if I ever do get plastic surgery, just know my opinion has changed or call me a hypocrite...but if you do, call me a pretty hypocrite!

Half full nothing...it's overflowing!

My life is so full! You can see life as the glass being half full or half empty but I'm feeling like it's more like beverages for two or three or one glass with a puddle forming around it...and not of something boring like water but kool aid or chocolate milk. I'd been thinking recently about how much I have to do and getting a little stressed by it. Then I took a second to realize, all of the things I do are things I LIKE DOING! For example yesterday had a list like this...1. Work at a job that pays well and has air conditioning in the summer to earn money for school 2. Go tutor a fifth grader in reading (doing this for a children's literature class) which means spending time doing something I'm going to work hard for two years to get to do...I love teaching! 3. Run home and make dinner for my dinner group...yeah freinds 4. Drving between all of theses places which translates to 10 minute stints of doing nothing but thinking and watching the clouds. 5. Work on stuff for church calling 6. Contact some friends... 7, 8, 9, all good too! Could life get better? I submit that it could not. I thought of a list of things to do that would be something to get worked up about... 1. Sell hair to buy potatoes for dinner (yes literature reference and no my hair is not that long yet) 2. Chew on glass (think about it...that wouldn't be comfortable) 3. Be not busy and sit around letting my brain turn to mush until it falls out of my head and becomes a side dish to the potatoes for dinner...yuck! See what I'm saying...horrah for busy!

Cute as a button!

I was just thinking of things that made me happy and among them were old-fashioned aprons, my niece, hot air balloons, the smell of chlorine, and buttons. Buttons really are cute. Oh! Speaking of buttons, this girl has them on her shirt doesn't she? This happens to be a picture from an artist whose work a coworker introduced me to (my friend's uncle's dog) named Emily Martin. Her somewhat dark, somewhat old-school, all the way wonderful stuff is found on Etsy with the username The Black Apple. And it's well...cute as a button!