Vodka and Cranberry is my new thing, yum!
It's hard to hug your finest friends when you're wearing a cowboy hat, weird how it falls of when you get close to someone!!
Daughter # 1 has weird tummy problems and I'm wondering if she's suffering from IBS, what should I do about that seeing as I don't trust Docs in general???
His Gorgeousness has earned extra, extra brownie points for getting a little man over here to look at the internet connection... truly wonderful job, it now works like a champ!!
Tickled to death with the pictures I took of my darling little girls at the cotton fields the other day, can't wait to do something with them now. Getting a little overwhelmed with all the choices, there are cards to be made, prints to be ordered, all kinds of stuff and I'm afraid of one session overload. You know what I mean, when you take a lot of pictures of them at one particular time and then use them everywhere and give them to everyone!!! Been there done that, thought I was over it but apparently not.
Now I am free of all things Cowboy Ball I can get back to checking out new blogs, I have made some wonderful new friends lately and don't want to let them down by being blogomus absentimus.
Halloween is coming... Sara has done fine things in her house, why oh why does she live on the other side of the freaking country (and this is a big ol' country). I need her here... now!!!!
I am missing Bambi!! I heart her!!
Today there has been no wind, not a whisper, not a breeze, it's totally still. Spooky.
For some reason I am totally paralyzed in the getting things done department, for the last two days I have kind of wandered around thinking there's lots to do but can't actually move my arms and legs to do it. I have learned to accept this as a temporary state of being, I'm not going to analyze it, just hope that tomorrow will be a day when I can move my arms and legs and get these things done.
and finally in this merry list of random thoughts.... why is is that I can install five hooks for towels all within a respectable distance of the shower and hubby still leaves them in a stinky pile on the floor on his side of the bed? Are men just wired that way?
Now, what kind of random thoughts are you having????