I tried olio but I'm back to Random Thoughts. It's my blog and I can call it anything I want. Olio felt pretentious, and somewhat greasy.
I walked without an assistive device and the Prince Mustangs were very impressed with me.
"How can you do that?" asked one of my companions as we trekked around the playground at recess this noon. Before I could answer, the second grade responded.
"We healed her," was the reply that filled my soul.
The President's kids are thrust into the spotlight and the mixed race son of a single mother is an elitist, thanks to the National Rifle Association.
I have no words.
I had stickers in my pocket when TBG and I met up at Five Guys for lunch today. I offered the one stuck to my finger to the cashier, and her red-eye-shadowed-eyes lit up as her mouth said yes and her hand reached out to grab it. She willingly allowed me to put a second one on the other side of her apron.
Why did I ever spend a dime on a toy for my children? I could have given them stickers and they'd have been just as happy.
Pieces of my family are sticking fingers in my heart. I'm trying to avoid fanning the flames by denying them oxygen; I've chosen to ignore the message that hurt me.
Brave words, but somewhat less than true. I've not responded, but I can't ignore the fact of it. It's bumping around in my brain, unwanted but unmoved. On the outside, there's no drama of my making. On the inside, it's a totally different story.
I made a new friend this week. We each have a brand new Samsung Galaxy S3 smartphone which was foisted upon us by the demise of our much loved but broken stupid phones. She made a list. I wanted a copy. We laughed, held up our phones, and agreed that it would be wonderful if we could put them back to back and send the information the way they do on the commercials.
Unfortunately, neither of us had a clue how to do it... and we didn't ask any of the 20-somethings standing nearby to help.
"Watson, come here! I need you!" seems an awfully long time ago.