Well, yes, a pet turtle is still in the picture, but I like to think down the road a bit. So the poles are open, and I'm now accepting votes on the following:
(Personally, I'm voting for the cheetah.)
So the weekend was a good one: fresh home-grown strawberries, the lollipop song, and hunting cape buffalo... But the highlights can be found below:
...hangin' out with Aunt Gretch...
...Grammy T introduces Wyatt to Little Critter...
...on the ranch with Dad...
...playing with Grammy T...
...taking the pups to the park... Note:only the cool dogs get to wear goggles and backpacks...
...one cute kid...
...wearing Pa's camo hat...
...and Wyatt's first horse ride on Daisy.
"Hallelujah" (Bethany Dillon)
Who can hold the stars
And my weary heart?
Who can see everything?
I've fallen so hard
Sometimes I feel so far
But not beyond your reach
I could climb a mountain
Swim the ocean
Or do anything
But it's when you hold me
That I start unfolding
And all I can say is
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Whatever's in front of me
Help me to sing hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Whatever's in front of me
I'll choose to sing hallelujah
The same sun that
Rises over castles
And welcomes the day
Spills over buildings
Into the streets
Where orphans play
And only you can see the good
In broken things
You took my heart of stone
And you made it home
And set this prisoner free
(Chorus)
Currently feeling like I've been trampled by a herd of angry elephants, yet I'm sitting here at my desk designing text for a frisbee and a leather coaster for some rodeo. Something is seriously wrong with this world.
There’s probably a lot of other things I should be writing about, but this is all I’ve got for now: A while back I discovered individual servings of instant coffee that can be microwaved with a cup of water. Pretty incredible when you don’t own a coffee maker (just encourages addiction!). So a few weeks ago, I ran out of this grand luxury and haven’t had a chance to hunt down some more (WM was out last week, believe it or not) in all the mayhem of the last few weeks (sorta why I haven’t posted in awhile; mayhem is indeed a good discription of recent events). All that to say that I’ve done without the caffeine for way too long.
Fast-forward to today: stayed up later than I should’ve last night, left on time at 8 this morning, but due to some “unknown accident”, got to work at 9:15 instead of the 8:30 norm. That’s right, I spent an entire hour sitting in traffic on 75, much of which was spent debating whether the nearest cop would pull me over if I drove through the ditch to get around the mess. Long story short, I get to work way late and have an hour to complete 2 projects that aren’t even started, then on to a meeting with a client at 10:30: ‘this is not what we had in mind, can you redesign it?’, ‘I need this done yesterday’, and so the day goes. But about an hour ago, I went on an expedition to the nearest coffee maker, which I’ve been avoiding for a month cause I didn’t know how to operate such a high-tech machine. But I conquered the fear and succumbed to reading the instructions (after looking both ways to make sure no one was watching). This thing is ridiculous! You choose from 10 flavors of coffee that are in these 1-serving sized cups, put it in a slot in the machine, lid and all, set your cup underneath, push a series of complication buttons which tell the coffee god what size cup you have and how strong you want the stuff, and out comes the most incredible coffee you’ve ever had! Caramel Vanilla Cream…. Wow.
And so, for the 45 seconds it took me to travel from the kitchen area back to my cube, the stresses of late subsided…..
Commitment Phobic: one who hates making decisions; one who shys away from anything that will tie him/her down; one who desires free reign; one who runs in the opposite direction when he/she doesn't have an answer for what to do with life.
