Attempting to conjure up something great to write about, but I’ve got nothing. It just isn’t coming to me. I had a good week- Mom was great- but I have just felt. . . bereft. (yes, I just had to google “bereft” to make sure it actually means what I thought it meant.) Lacking. But I’m not lacking. I have an abundance of everything good and worthwhile. Maybe I’m bereft of creativity. That sounds about right.
We are playing a whole new ball game these days. I’m still learning the rules. Trying to play the new game by the old rules, and not having a whole lot of luck with it. Expectations are changing, old behaviors are slowly falling away, all to make way for a shinier, prettier me. I hope that’s what is on the horizon, anyway. . .
Just downloaded pics from the feast.
I had nothing to do with the setting of this table. (well, except an idea or two and I purchased the spray paint, squash and candles.) Husband took off under the cloak of night to steal some leaves from a neighbor’s tree. Some day I’ll spring for some real stemware- maybe when the kids are less likely to throw it across the table.
I used to feel like I had to compete with Husband’s fabulousness. That as incredibly gay as he is, I am still the more feminine character in our play. Now I understand that his gayness does in no way undermine my femininity. He can be more fabulous than me. Well, sometimes. I’ve got to have my place in the spotlight once in a while.
On another note:
My favorite moment today- (You know who you are. . .)
I was catching up on facebook, and a “family friend” had posted about going to the movie with his wife. She chose New Moon. In the comments section one of his friends said, “Im sorry dude. You took one for the team, thats admirable!”
I’m assuming that this friend doesn’t know that his buddy is a “friend.”
Great sacrifice, indeed. HA!
Going to go stretch at yoga and hopefully gain the momentum to clean my house and put up garland around the front door.
ummm- wait a minute- Husband is doing the garland. Should I be offended? Does that mean he was dissatisfied with my work last year? Oh well, I’ve got toilets to scrub.