Can’t Sleep

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What’s up with the temp and humidity tonight? The temperature is going UP. It’s 77 degrees at midnight and the air feels thick enough to swim in.
 
I tried getting cozy in bed, but was too hot and I hurt too much. I’m all swollen up and feverish. My legs were hopping all over so much that the cat got disgusted and abandoned me. When I started pounding my legs on the bed to get them to quit buzzing, Zeke fled the room, too. 
 
ARGH!!!!! The obnoxious kid must have a new horn or alarm. It just went off and I jumped three feet in the air! That got my adrenaline pumping   :-0  Forget sleeping now that he is back. Grrrrrrrrrr……

Wendy Blogs…

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I found my blog on a list of local bloggers. Come to find out, they get together once a month and talk about blogging. Hmmmmm….

I systematically went through and looked at all the blogs on the list. Some have actual reasons for being…like they talk about sports or politics. I realized if a total stranger stumbled on my blog, they would probably be mystified what mine’s all about :-)

I started blogging years ago on AOL because people asked me the same questions over and over again. I could post recipes and pics and stuff about how to homestead or build your own underground house. When I was off traveling the country, I updated friends and family by posting where I was and what I was doing on the blog.

My blogs have always been a mish mash of whatever is happening in my life at the time, along with quotes, pics I like or bits of info I find interesting. Sometimes it’s my space to vent frustrations or to brag on my kid.

I need a video camera! A lizard is using the lure of my porch light to eat all the bugs around it. He got on my screen door, then went back under the light. Aleka cat is going absolutely bonkers! It’s fun to watch :-)

See…stuff like that is what my life is made up of and what I talk about. Lately it seems like all I do is bitch and moan about my pains and fevers, but for me, those things are pretty hard to ignore. Ouch!

So, if I go to this blogger meet-up, what do I talk about? My kidney stone? ;-p
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Absence of Gratitude

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 Absence of gratitude is the mark of the narrow, uneducated mind. It bespeaks a lack of knowledge and the ignorance of self sufficiency. It expresses itself in ugly egotism and frequently in wanton mischief. We have seen our beaches, our parks, our forests littered with ugly refuse by those who evidently have no appreciation for their beauty. I have driven through thousands of acres of blackened land scourged by a fire evidently set by a careless smoker whose only concern had been the selfish pleasure gained from a cigarette.      Gordon B. Hinckley 

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Miss Piggy is for sale

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My daughter, Heather,  is selling the VW she spent months fixing up. I love the automotive antelope upholstery in the front! :-)

The van is for sale on Craigslist 

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Feasting Upon the Word of Christ

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Wherefore, ye must press forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope, and a love of God and of all men. Wherefore, if ye shall press forward, feasting upon the word of Christ, and endure to the end, behold, thus saith the Father: Ye shall have eternal life.
2 Nephi 31:20-21
I went to a stake women’s conference today. I was very impressed by the spirit among us and truly feasted on the word. The choir sang some of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard.
Zeke was antsy! He jumped up for almost every AMEN. Usually he waits for the last one. As we were leaving the chapel, he barked like crazy at his buddy Iona. Sigh…. I guess he was touched by the spirit and became high spirited!
My kidney stone pain was mostly bearable during the spiritual feast, but I broke out in a sweat from the dang fever during the fair. Oh, oh…my blood sugar, blood pressure and cholesterol are all up. I hope I don’t start taking after my mother. I’d rather be like my father. At 55 years old he walked from one room to another and just plain dropped dead. Sounds like a better plan than needing tons of meds. I am a BAD patient.