JUST PUT THE STUPID BOOK DOWN AND GO TO SLEEP!!

I am having one of those "approach with caution" days. I don't know, maybe it was the fact that I stayed up until 4 am reading a novel, thinking all the time, "just put the stupid book down". Then I finally get to the end of the book. What a huge let down!! I hate books like that. Now I'm sitting here, it's 4:10 pm. In an hour, I have to go to work (waitress). I have spent the last 2 hours trying to remember the password to get into this blog. Do you know how many passwords are floating around in my head. So I thought I would just reset the password. I couldn't remember the answers to the security questions. Tell me, if you can't remember a stupid password, how do they expect you to remember the last person you e-mailed from that blog, when the last time you logged onto the blog, including month, date, and year, and who your first childhood friend was. So I have spent the entire day accomplishing nothing. I could have slept the entire day and got as much done.

E is for Envy

This is a picture of my 2 dogs side by side. The one on the left is Doodle and the other one is Essie.  As you can see, there is a very big difference in size between my dogs. Doodle stands at 31 inches, Essie stands at 11 inches.  It kind of reminds me of myself when I was a teen. Even though I was not an overweight teen, I was a lot bigger than most of my "petite" friends and felt clumsy and awkward in my "big boned" body.   Boy, did I envy some of them. I towered above their 5'1" inch frames at 5'7". They were lucky if they reached 98 lbs, while I was at about 127. Their feet were around size five, mine where size 10. I remember trying to wear shoes a size too small just to fit in. Now that I'm a little older, I have come to realize that my size is part of what makes me "me". Every once in a while, the envy monster still surfaces but then I just remember that I like who I've become, big bones and all.

BATH TIME

It makes me giggle everytime we give her a bath. How can you not love a face like that?

SILLY SOCKS

I started collecting silly socks. My girls bought me a couple of pairs and then it just took off from there. I love wearing them. I work at an elementary school and the kids love to see what pair I'm wearing each day. I have come across only one problem What do you do when the dryer eats a couple? Not really socially acceptable, or is it?

NEVER IN MY WILDEST DREAMS

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be doing some of the things I do. I am a secretary, I burst out in song anytime I feel the urge, I highlight my hair regularly to hide the grey, I complain about my aches and pains, talk to myself, homeschool, blog and wear fuzzy slippers. All these things I never thought I would do as I got older nor do they paint a very good picture of me. As we age, I'm 44 now, we realize that when we were young maybe we weren't very realistic in the picture we painted of ourselves. These "quirky things" are what make me who I am whether I like it or not. I have to admit I kind of like who I've become over these years and I think my family doesn't mind too much either.