I cordially invite you to join me each week in the Sunday Scramble. The SS gives you a chance to write down your scattered, random, or just plain stupid thoughts. No rules apply here. I give you permission to write anything that's on your mind, whether it makes sense or not!
I don't expect many people to link with the SS this week, it being Easter and all, but I decided to put up a quick post of my own anyway. Gotta keep those scrambled thoughts sharp!
Please forgive me for not getting around to your blogs this past week. Sometimes life gets in the way of the things we enjoy the most, and this has been one of those times. If I've missed any important announcements or posts that you feel I must read to make your life complete, please let me know and I'll make a point of stopping by!
Okay, I'm stumped. I don't think I have a damn thing to tell you about this weekend.
Oh wait! I can tell you about the newest silly
Earlier today she was at the bank in the drive-thru. She took the container thingy out of the vacuum tube thingy, did what she had to do, and then hit Send. Off the container goes through the tube, right into the capable hands of the bank teller.
But it didn't. Get to the bank teller that is. It never came out. The teller looked up inside the tube, Jill tried to look from her position in the car. The container was nowhere to be found.
They're looking at each other through the bulletproof glass, both with puzzled expressions on their faces.
Finally, the teller decides to call the manager.
It was at that time that Jill glanced down.
You guessed it. The container thingy was in her lap.
I shit you not!
She then proceeded to finish her transaction as she spoke on the phone with our dad.
Just one problem.
She was so involved in her conversation that she forgot she was idling in the drive-thru lane.
For like 5 full minutes.
When she finally realized where she was (does it sound to you like she was fit to be behind the wheel today?) and how long she'd been sitting there, she looked up to find that, thank goodness, no one was behind her.
And the teller was gone.
Probably went home for the day. Ya know, while Jill just sat there in her vehicular phone booth.
A couple weeks ago while vacuuming, my vacuum shut itself off. I thought maybe the plug had come out of the wall, but nope, it was in there securely. The on/off switch is on the side and I hadn't been near any furniture that could have flipped it. So of course I decided it was a ghost, and immediately started talking to said ghost.
When I put an update about this on Facebook, (because, ya know, Facebook is my entire life and if I didn't share every.damn.thing.I.do, my i-friends would feel desolate and incomplete.) my uncle said this:
"TOO MUCH DOG HAIR,vacuuums filters are clogged and motor will run hot and shut off due to thermocouple protection circuit.Get rid of that dog now!"(I'm cringing at the spelling and punctuation there, by the way.)
To which our friend Cindy, replied:
"why does your uncle(?) hate that dog so much?....."
Do you have any idea how many people have asked me this very question? So uncle David, why do you hate my dog so much? You haven't even met her yet!
He doesn't hate my dog, peeps. He's just trying to be funny. Key word: Trying.
When Strudel is calm she's a pure joy to be around. Just look at her laying with Mikayla.
At least, I think that's Mikayla under there.
This week, Madison painted this at school. It immediately made me think of Donna and Ralph and their Adventures with Tassie, as they've been in AZ, enjoying the saguaros in the desert.
Bitchayla strikes again! What is it with her and her friend Kat, and their inability to leave my Robert Pattinson calendar alone???
Let's get serious for a moment.
In the nearly 2 years I've been blogging, I've been constantly surprised and amazed at the generosity and love that can be found through this platform. I don't care that Jimmy refers to people I haven't met in person as "i-friends". I-friends you may be, but I have felt your hugs, your prayers, your love, through the distance of many miles.
Through this venue we call blogging I have connected to others in ways that probably wouldn't be realistic if we'd first met face to face. I have come to know and love men and women vastly different than me. Reading their stories, sharing their lives through pictures and words, has given me the opportunity to get to know them at my own pace. There are some that I cherish as a family member of the heart.
All of that was leading up to tell you that Stephanie, over at Mama Still Wears Gucci is one of those special people. Sure, she likes everyone to think she's a stuck-up bad-ass, but really? Underneath it all she's all gooey and squishy and lovable.
Okay, okay, I have to be totally honest. Steph is a snob, and of the highest order. But, she seems to wear that badge proudly and without apology.
I think I may adore her more because of it.
You know that a few weeks ago we had to say goodbye to our sweet kitty, Poo. It was devastating, but time is healing all of us and your comments and emails have meant the world to me.
And then last week I received a package from Steph. She sent it just to cheer me up after losing Poo, to let me know she was thinking of me and hurting for me.
The picture is crap and doesn't do my goodies justice. That's what you get for taking a picture at night with incandescent lighting. But is that stuff sweet, or what? It's a ceramic shoe with polka dots (BJ!!!), holding a sweet note pad and pen. Then a book called How To Understand Women Through Their Cats. I haven't yet cracked it open, but I know I'm going to enjoy it when I do!
And hellooooooo... every woman in mourning needs chocolate! So, Steph obviously forgot I'm hypoglycemic and in sending the chocolate that I couldn't eat just made me more depressed. Sigh. It's okay, because Mikayla ate it all.
Okay. I ate one piece. I had to! Come on, it's Ghiardelli for cripe's sakes!
Thank you, Steph, from the bottom of my heart!
Earlier this week, while having a discussion with Mikayla on forgiveness, she quoted one of Jesus's last statements while dying on the cross.
He said, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they've done."
Simple, but so profound. If Jesus could ask forgiveness of those who crucified him, why is it so hard for all of us to forgive people for much lesser sins against us?
I think that's something I'll pray for, for both me and all of you on this holy weekend. The ability to forgive.
Happy Easter to all of you!
He Is Risen!!!
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