I forgot to post this. I discovered all the whoo-ha on Sunday night over at Metafilter about Kaycee not even being a real person. (I would link to Kaycee’s former site, but poor BWG has a bandwidth overload as it is and the Living Colors site as it once was is gone anyways.) What a bizarre twist. How sad. So many people (including me) found the her writing to be so uplifting, so moving. To find out it was all a lie was a shock. Brings you back to the reality of things not always being what they seem in this world. Sad fact, but true. I still trust in the basic good of man though.
I don’t have a kidney stone – or at least not by the time they did my test last Friday. He said more than likely it was a small stone (based on his other test) and it “took care of itself naturally.” I was dehydrated so now I am being good about drinking more lemonade or water. I have been feeling better since Saturday, so I figured that would be the result.
Today is the first day that school is out. I can’t believe Jason is done with third grade. WOW. We are off to Galveston to go play in the sand and the sun. More later about the whole job situation. Lots of options & decisions to make.
Copycat Recipe Links
Just for Sabby (and anyone else who cares) – links to sites with Copycat recipes. You know, things like how to make the Broccoli Cheese soup from Black Eyed Pea. Yummmm… and all sorts of other goodies. The site I have always used is CopyKat.com – Your home for recipes you’d normally find AWAY from home. But in my search I also found TopSecretRecipes.com and KitchenLink.com Copycat recipes. Have fun, Sabby!
Makin’ Babies … Sims style
Sabby had me laughing sooooo hard tonight. She was telling me about her poor impotent Sims. She can’t get the Sabby Sim to have a baby. (See her 5/21 9:48pm entry) Naomi said that she has done it before, but hers were in the kitchen kissing and “whammo” the stork delivered.
I haven’t ever played the Sims, but after this I just have to check it out. Too funny.
If I could…
Erma Bombeck wrote this when she was diagnosed with cancer:
If I Had My Life to Live Over.
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television-and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”
There would have been more “I love you’s”.. more “I’m sorry’s” … but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute…look at it and really see it … live it…and never give it back.
Stop sweating the small stuff. Don’t worry about who doesn’t like you, who has more, or who’s doing what. Instead, let’s cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us. Let’s think about what God has blessed us with and what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally, as well as spiritually. Life is too short to let it pass you by.
We only have one shot at this life and then it’s gone.
– Erma Bombeck