As some of y’all know, I have been sick this past week. I had the ‘flu and didn’t know it.
Thus proving moms are superhuman.
Anyway, this morning I went to put up last nights dishes, and found the lid to my vintage Pyrex© dish was broken in shards. Son had forgotten to gather and take out the trash. Dogs decided to run outside in the mud because the grass is too wet with dew or something. And then Lenny just had to rush back out the front door, because hey, the garbage collectors were taking OUR TRASH. No, she ran in the mud, not the street. And I just remembered the day-old laundry in the washer.
And yet it’s still a great day. Why? Because *I* could have been broken, or trashed, or muddied, or stinky. And it’s always a good day when you realize that you are none of those things, and that those things are small and don’t control your life in any way.
Remember the blessings, and ignore the crap. Unless you happened to step on it while chasing psycho dogs. Then just wipe it off and move on 😉
October 22nd, 2013 at 11:57 AM
And for those days when you ARE broken, trashed, muddied, or stinky, there’s nothing like the therapeutic powers of a good, solid Mosin-Nagant stuffed to the gills with 7.62×54. And napalm. Napalm is good.
October 22nd, 2013 at 11:58 AM
Napalm is ALWAYS good 😀
October 22nd, 2013 at 7:49 PM
“I LOVE THE SMELL OF GARDENING IN THE MORNING!!!”
Said NO ONE. Ever.
October 22nd, 2013 at 8:01 PM
My mom does. No joke. Sadly, I did not inherit her green thumb.
October 23rd, 2013 at 11:01 AM
Heh. I’ve killed plastic plants. Not with napalm, unfortunately…apartment manager tended to frown upon that sort of thing.
October 23rd, 2013 at 11:10 AM
I’m more of a hospice worker making the plants’ transition to Flora Heaven easier 😀
October 22nd, 2013 at 3:50 PM
At least the materials that are broken, trashed, muddied or stinky are easily fixed. Much harder when it’s us.
October 22nd, 2013 at 4:57 PM
October 22nd, 2013 at 6:56 PM
Achoo… you… … got… … that right sister. (I strongly believe that what we have put down as allergies is a virus thingie.)
As for Lenny-dog, give that ridiculous critter a hug for me. Both of ’em, actually. And Mr Aggie a “hey man”.
Sorry about the Pyrex. That really sucks. Really.
October 22nd, 2013 at 6:57 PM
How could I have neglected Son and Youngest? I am ashamed. Ashamed…
October 22nd, 2013 at 7:05 PM
And Eldest. She still is in Hackerboy’s thoughts.
I am going to go drink some NyQuil now.
October 22nd, 2013 at 8:03 PM
Just put the Nyquil on an IV drip and call me in the morning.
October 22nd, 2013 at 8:32 PM
Why would I call you that when your name is Aggie?
October 22nd, 2013 at 9:17 PM
It’s more poetic?
October 22nd, 2013 at 8:04 PM
I admit, I whimpered when I saw the shards glinting from the floodlights of the kitchen.
October 22nd, 2013 at 8:33 PM
Maybe this will help – look up “Mayan Blue Pigment”. Oooh.
October 22nd, 2013 at 9:19 PM
You are asking an anthropologist to look up Azul Maya??
October 24th, 2013 at 1:03 AM
Duh, it is the NyQuil speaking words originated by the wet furry creatures now inhabiting my lungs. I am not well. I have been much worse but I ain’t well.
October 23rd, 2013 at 10:47 AM
The only easy day was yesterday. And I second the Napalm…but high explosives work for me too….
Counting your blessings……I have this cat. This cat is older than dirt. I am literally surprised when I wake in the mornings and see its still alive. Recently, the cat has decided to change its MO sleeping wise, from someplace away from me, to, has to sleep in between my legs at the end of the bed. Being as she is a very old cat I was reluctant to treat the critter like I normally would other critters so I didn’t kick her off my bed. I did elect to piss and moan about it to the sig other. I did this right before hitting the rack. Now mind you the temp has dropped here recently so it takes a moment or two to warm up under the covers. Anyway, I enter the room and there is the cat in its chosen position. I tell the cat to get down, cat refuses, I nudge the cat, cat looks at me like Im insane, I eventually have to pick cat up and place outside of my room. Where am I going with this? Bear with me..
So I’ve ejected the critter, and sit down to prepare for bed (ie. take my clothes off) and I notice how much cooler it is as I slip under the covers, its cold! All except for the spot where my feet go…. that was nice and warm…and it was good. So I said a quick prayer of thanks for that cat even though its a pain in my buttocks most of the time and I whine about it.
It is the little things…..
Glad to hear you’re over the “flu”,
October 23rd, 2013 at 10:53 AM
I would let the cat back in the bed. It’s totally worth it 😀
October 23rd, 2013 at 11:03 AM
…wait…we’re still speaking of the 4-legged variety, right?
October 23rd, 2013 at 11:10 AM
Sure, let’s go with that.
October 23rd, 2013 at 3:14 PM
Glad you’re feeling better! Here, have some Halloween Steampunk.
October 23rd, 2013 at 6:37 PM
Dood, THAT FRIKKIN ROCKS!!!