I haven’t done a Friday Fluff in a long time! Basically it’s a post about a whole lot of nothing that is swimming around in my brain.
If you are totally bored, grab a cup of coffee and enter my world.
God is great, coffee is good, people are crazy.
People ARE crazy! And I admit, I’m right at the front of the line with the crazies.
But, why do some people insist on living their life in dysfunction?
It’s not like they’ve never heard about God’s peace…but apparently it doesn’t appeal to them.
Yes, I know they are just so deceived that they don’t see the truth for what it is…blah, blah, blah.
Maybe it’s time to put your big girl pants on and grow up.
(Ok, that was not random, that would qualify more as a rant…guilty. Go ahead and tell the world about it on your facebook page…that’s where all the rational people settle their disputes right?! Ooops, ranting again…time to move on…)
Let the randomness begin…
Mothers, do you ever find yourself saying the craziest things and when you hear them come out of your mouth you just shake your head?
Just yesterday I found myself saying:
“NO! I don’t want to draw an igloo!”
I mean, what is wrong with me?
Do I have a problem with igloos?
Maybe it’s the cold I’m avoiding?
Why am I so opposed to such a simple task?
Maybe because I was up to my elbows in dishwater.
But still, a better mom would have dried her hands and drawn an igloo.
Speaking of drawing, Lauren drew a portrait of me the other day.
She made me hold perfectly still for this…I’m not kidding! I was scolded if I even tried to itch.
She would stare at me for what seemed an eternity then turn and draw my nose which as you can see is practically a perfect interpretation of my actual nose.
Then she came and lifted my hair and said, “I can’t wait to have big ears like yours.”
I didn’t think I had big ears but I’m never pulling my hair up again.
I do agree with Facebook friends who saw this and said that I am looking noticably thin. Might need to double up on the chocolate.
I went for an oil change this week. It really brings out the crazy in me. Something about driving in that garage with a huge hole under the truck freaks me out.
I’m just sure that I’ll fall into the hole and never be seen again.
Once I pull in safely and breathe a sigh of relief…I quickly turn off my truck, yank my keys out of the ignition and throw them down to the floor. I know that I will accidently forget where I am in the middle of the oil change and start my truck to hear music or check the time. It will be just the moment that there is no oil in my truck and it will immediately burst into flames. So I hastily throw them to the floor.
It never fails, this is when the scary man with few teeth, listening to AC/DC’s “Back in Black” approaches the truck to ask me my mileage, which means I have to turn the key on.
So I fish the keys from my floor board while he stares at me perplexed at their location.
This is when I become a frightened school girl again and nervously admit that I’m 1,000 miles over. I wait for the slap on the wrist…nothing, whew dodged the bullet. But of course he’s thinking about what a loser I am for not taking care of my vehicle.
After I give him my mileage, I quickly pull the keys out and decide they can sit in the cup holder just in case I need them again.
Lauren picks this time to get up and start bouncing a basketball in the truck (it’s an Excusion, we have a full court in there) and I immediately scream at her to stop because surely the bouncing ball in the truck will upset the scary men under the truck and who knows what could happen then.
I spend the time Twittering my anxieties while Lauren sulks until I hand her my phone to play games on. The scary men can’t possibly be bothered by that.
Finally it’s over. I drive out thankful to be done again for a few thousand miles, and breathe a sigh of relief that no one was hospitalized.
I told you it brought out the crazy in me.
I am leading a Bible study at my house this month on Wednesday nights, it is a great group of girlfriends and we are having a wonderful time.
This week though, for some reason my nose got a tickle. I sneezed 486 times in 2 hours. I literally held my finger under my nose as I shared my heart and soul about the beauty of a woman of faith.
It was bizarre.
I don’t know what else to say except thank you to all those sweet ladies that put up with it.
I have awful allergies, especially to cats, but I don’t think anyone brought a cat…at least I didn’t see one.
Next week I will double up on the Claritin and check their purses for cats.
Ok, if you read this far, you really need to get a hobby because you are one bored woman!
But thank you, and I hope you have a wonderful weekend!!!!!
EDITED TO ADD:
I’m so sorry if you left a comment and it disappeared, I am using a new comment system and not sure what happened, but they all disappeared. I did read them all though and am hoping that doesn’t happen again!