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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Scribbles and Scrambles - Constructive Thoughts





A good wife would be stretched out over the steps hanging onto one side of the chunk of drywall as her husband attached it to the wall.



Even if he said he didn't need help, she'd stand by and get in his way while he worked just in case he might need her.

She might hold an iced beverage or a steamy mug depending on the temperature...just in case he grew thirsty.

She'd definitely keep him from being stalked, annoyed or otherwise molested by the indoor livestock.

If she was really good, she'd have a soft towel to blot any wayward drops of sweat.

If she was really, really good, she'd hang the drywall herself while he was at work.

This wife is blogging.