All A Blur...

      It's been a good week, but thank God it is over.  Well, almost over.  Last week I was taking naps outside, and just enjoying it all!  Fast forward to this week, and  my procrastinating ways are finally catching up with me, and I find that it is becoming increasingly difficult to procrastinate as I want to all while maintaining the amount of sleep  I want to.  My family probably thinks Im getting mono, I have no energy by the time I get home.  Kindergartners wear you out!  But seriously, so entertaining!  Today, Abigail asked me "Whose Mommy I was?"  I'm still trying to decide how I want to take that.  Complimentary that she could see me as someone's Mommy, or sad that she thinks I look like someone's Mommy.  I'm just going to assume that it's default stereotyping as at five I would also assume anyone taller than four feet was a parent too.  I am convinced that she is going to go into fashion, as she is fascinated will everything I wear.  "Ms. Henley...I love your hair!"  And she already goes for the bargain, which is good to learn early!  You can escape the credit card debt later on..."I love that bracelet! (note: she is probably in the process of taking it off my wrist as she tells me this) I'm going to have it, okay?"  The boys are fun too.   Jude spends all day telling me, "Shouting Courtesy Isn't Showing Courtesy!" and while they aren't shy about letting me know when they aren't happy...(like when I put Oscar's chair up for him...bad idea) they hug me in random passing, and they light up when I walk in the room.  I love them!
   Work has been rather slow...except for today.  PSA for all you pet owners...if you are going to have skiddish dogs, and leave them at home alone...

1. Get an adequate fence so I dont have to interrupt 'Shadow' and 'Peanut's' adventure through the neighborhood.

2.  If you are going to leave them at home to embark on adventures of these sorts...put tags on their collars so I can call you and tell you I have them.

  To the man whose yard I returned said pets too...if they arent yours, I am sorry.  They acted as if your yard was 'home'. 
     This week I also discovered that I have a problem.   I can justify anything.  You name it, and I'll come up with a pretty legitimate reason as to why I need it, want it, bought it...or didnt do it.  Everytime.  Case in point:  my guitar.  I begged, pleaded, hinted....as to why I HAD to have one.  Rising singer/songwriter was not reason enough for my parents...sheesh...what do they know?(I have quite a collection of songs I've penned over the years, and if youre lucky...and I've had some red wine, I might even sing one to you)  To my parents I was somehow convincing nonetheless, and...five years later it is still sitting in the corner of my room, with a broken string.  Sadly,  the broken string isnt even my doing.  So there it sits, except when on rare occasion I feel the urge to convincingly strum along, usually while something else is playing in the background, as my playing seems to sound so much nicer in the company of other instruments.  All this, and you think I would accept defeat?  No no.  I may have spent an undisclosed amount of time on the computer today convincing myself that I needed a new, much fancier, RED GUITAR!  If that doesnt say 'Rockstar'....well then, I just dont know what does.

       Tip of the Week:  Ray Lamontagne's 'Trouble' as a song starter on Pandora is sweet sweet bliss for the soul...just saying.