Have to share the new cell phone ringtone that I downloaded last night. Wasn't sure how to load it on my phone, but one son did it...Bluetooth. Anyway, here it is. Total cuteness. I guarantee you'll love it. ;)
Looking forward to the day. Library books to return and hoping the ones on hold have arrived from another branch to the one nearby. One is 'A Glass of Blessings' by Barbara Pym (recommended by Alison at Brocante Home), and the other is 'The Dollmaker' by Harriette Arnow that I saw at Naomi's reading list at her journal.
Oldest daughter's beau might come by with his little half-brother. He's under a year old, so it''ll be fun to have a wee one to hold and look at for awhile. Won't mind seeing the beau either (waggling my cigar at you Groucho-style!). He is a sweetie. I'll admit, though, to having to adjust my head to boyfriend-ness being part of the family now. But I'm working on it.
Trying to get my head into a playful mood as well. I so often put on my responsibility hat way too early in the day. Why do I do that? That old saying about 'all work and no play makes Jane a dull girl' or something like that, should be tattooed onto the back of my hand. I mean, really. I'm so caught up on getting things done, that I totally miss out on the joys. (record droning on repeatedly)
Even oldest daughter got to laughing at me yesterday morning about that same thing. She was telling me about something she'd seen on t.v. about some fishermen catching squid, and how they talked about cooking them and how great the squid were---her enthusiasm in telling it equaled the kick these fishermen got out of their job and eating their catch. I made an inane remark about it, and I quote, "and they're having so much fun!" She just got to laughing, repeating what I'd said. I'm rolling my eyes, realizing how goofy that it sounded.
See, folks are enjoying life, even their work and I seem to miss the mark somehow. Least I have a sense of humor about it.
Looking forward to the day. Library books to return and hoping the ones on hold have arrived from another branch to the one nearby. One is 'A Glass of Blessings' by Barbara Pym (recommended by Alison at Brocante Home), and the other is 'The Dollmaker' by Harriette Arnow that I saw at Naomi's reading list at her journal.
Oldest daughter's beau might come by with his little half-brother. He's under a year old, so it''ll be fun to have a wee one to hold and look at for awhile. Won't mind seeing the beau either (waggling my cigar at you Groucho-style!). He is a sweetie. I'll admit, though, to having to adjust my head to boyfriend-ness being part of the family now. But I'm working on it.
Trying to get my head into a playful mood as well. I so often put on my responsibility hat way too early in the day. Why do I do that? That old saying about 'all work and no play makes Jane a dull girl' or something like that, should be tattooed onto the back of my hand. I mean, really. I'm so caught up on getting things done, that I totally miss out on the joys. (record droning on repeatedly)
Even oldest daughter got to laughing at me yesterday morning about that same thing. She was telling me about something she'd seen on t.v. about some fishermen catching squid, and how they talked about cooking them and how great the squid were---her enthusiasm in telling it equaled the kick these fishermen got out of their job and eating their catch. I made an inane remark about it, and I quote, "and they're having so much fun!" She just got to laughing, repeating what I'd said. I'm rolling my eyes, realizing how goofy that it sounded.
See, folks are enjoying life, even their work and I seem to miss the mark somehow. Least I have a sense of humor about it.
