Hey everyone! Thought I would share my Snapchats from Sunday with you all.. Have a great Monday!…
But what does it mean to love God? It means to keep the Lords Commandment. “Love one another as I have loved you”…It means staying away from sin as much as possible so not to offend God who is truly our Father. Would you do something purposely to hurt your earthly father? I hope not. So why would we intentionally do something to hurt God our Father who loves us more than anyone ever could? Who blesses us daily when we deserve none of His blessings but His wrath?..
Today I wanted to share something that is a favorite thing of mine. In the past year I have been slowly downsizing the amount of “stuff” I have in my home because like many others I jumped on the KonMarie Method last year. I honestly didn’t real the entire book but enough to get the gist of it and while I didn’t agree with everything she said I did take some good advice and that was, if you truly don’t love something you own, get rid of it. This believe it or not does work. It has made, so far, two rooms in my home an absolute pleasure for me to be in because I am surrounded by items that I do truly love and love to look at. Today I want to bring you one of those items.
Yes, this is a very old watering can that I found at a local thrift shop about two years ago. I love all things old farm, old country, etc. The water spout is rusted and the metal is chalky feeling but it has that, ‘era gone by’ feel to it and I love it. I went to my local Dollar Tree a few weeks ago and bought some new fall flowers and now it’s the center piece of my dining room table. I get some much pleasure every morning when I sit at the table to have my coffee. I look at this old watering can and think about who owned it. Obviously it was well loved. Was it on a farm? Did an older woman who used to water her flowers each morning own this? Did it hang from a nail in someone’s barn? Did it sit on the back porch of someone’s old country home? So many things to wonder about as I sit and enjoy my piece. I hope you enjoy it too.
Did you have one of those days
lives where you just did not want to be an adult? Today is one of those days for me.. I do not want to have to adult today.
The morning began at five am. Two hours before my day usually begins and trust me this is not by choice. As I was peacefully dreaming of sugar plumb fairies while I slumbered, okay who am I kidding , it’s usually more of me dreaming of some crazy ax murderer running lose and I’m trying to call the police but the phone doesn’t work.
This morning as I was trying to dodge a flying ax and a broken phone in my sleep I hear this noise that sounds like a very forceful water pouring. I jump up out of my sleep, sorry Mr Ax Murderer you’ll have to wait until my nap this afternoon to cut my head off, and I realize it’s not water being poured but more like dumped by the bucket full! I look and it’s my eleven year old lab mix, Matty.
He is taking the biggest piss on my bedroom carpeting and even though I say “Matty what are you doing!” he can’t stop. We let the dogs out every night before bed and in all his years he has NEVER peed in the house . So I say, c’mon Matty outside and as I am leaving the bedroom to walk through the living room I notice he has peed in there too with a long streaming line going from the living room into the bedroom. Have you ever broken into to tears at 5 am because something is just such a mess and you don’t know how you’ll clean it up? Yeah, that was me.
Matty was diagnosed with hypothyroidism a few months back for which he’s been on medication for. We just had a battery of blood work done on him last week and his levels are perfect. I am praying he is not losing his bladder control because that would mean I would have to put him down and for one, I didn’t think he was ready yet and for two, I don’t have the money to bury him yet. So please if you will, pray this was a one time thing.
As for me and the husband? This morning we will be pulling out our huge Hoover steam cleaner and spending the morning steam cleaning the bedroom and living room rugs.
If this post has typo’s in it or doesn’t make sense it’s because I am half asleep still and it would seem the ax murderer from my dream has left one of his sickles in the sinus cavity in my left eye. but hey,
You all have a great day! (yes that was sarcasm but, I really do wish you a great, DRY day)
Yes I know that this past Sunday was September 11th and yes I know I did not write a post about September 11th. For those of you who may not live in the United States and may not know the significance of September 11th in our country it was that horrible day in 2001 when the muslim terrorists attacked my great country and killed over three thousand people.
No, I didn’t forget about it. How could anyone who lived through it forget it? I lived only twenty minutes outside New York City on the Jersey side at the time, I remember watching the flames burn and the smoke billow for weeks into the air from my living room window. I remember not being able to open the windows because of the stench coming from the city. I remember watching and seeing the small children who went to school with my nephews and my niece whose parents were murdered that day walk around in utter shock. I remember watching people jump out the windows of the Twin Towers to their deaths. I remember watching people waking aimlessly like zombies the city streets for even a thread of information about loved ones. I remember trying to get through on cell phones to loved ones and friends unaccounted for.
I remember for the next few years ducking my head every time a plane flew over my house as we lived in a flight path, the same flight path that the terrorists took that fateful day. I remember the fear that crept in no matter how much you tried not to let it. I remember the funerals, the masses, the memorials, the tears, the pain. I remember the souls who perished that day…I do not like remembering all of these things. I do not like that, when I remember I can literally still smell the stench that was in the air for over two weeks.
It is not that I don’t care. It is that I care too much and it is that, fifteen years later, I can still remember, feel and smell as if it were yesterday.
So yes, I remember.
And no, I did not forget..
Can we talk about this for a moment? Before I begin let me start by telling you this is not a sponsored post. Costco doesn’t even know I exist. Well they do when they want my membership money but, yeah, we’ll just leave that there..
I did my usual monthly Costco run last Friday. Yes in the rain while hurricane Hermain was coming through. Yes I got absolutely soaked to the bone wet but that’s beside the point. I of course picked up my usual monthly staples. Paper Towel, Coffee, Fish, Milk, etc. By the way, the milk in my Coscto is only $2.48 US per gallon. Around here that’s a steal! We go through almost six gallons a month so it’s a huge savings for us buying it there.. I digress.
Because we were getting dumped on by buckets of rain I really didn’t feel like making my trip to Food Lion to buy my produce. I usually always go there because they have the freshest around in my area. I decided to take a look at some of the produce at Costco this month. I only bought a large bag of apples, some romaine lettuce hearts and tomatoes.
In all honesty, I wasn’t sure how good the produce would be and I was skeptical but, Whoa Nelly!! It’s a week later and I still can’t get over how incredibly fresh the lettuce and tomatoes are. The apples are too but we’ve had them before.. That lettuce and tomato though!.. The lettuce is SO crispy and fresh as are the tomatoes. Sad isn’t it that something like produce could make me so giddy? Hey people, it’s the little things, it’s the little things..
My husband is the only one who can eat it because of my swallowing problem and I thought about how much I was actually buying worrying about spoilage but then I remembered I ordered the stay fresh bags I always use and no more worries. The bags I use have kept a head of lettuce fresh for me for over two weeks. I’ve gotten tomatoes to stay fresh for over a month.
I am now a total convert. I will be buying all my produce at Costco. Even though it’s a bit of a drive for me I believe it’s well worth it.. Have any of you ever had the produce at Costco? What do you think?
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