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.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
My friend Kim says I'm eclectic. My friend Michelle says I'm a freak. They probably mean the same thing and I'm taking both as a compliment.
Here are a few scenes from Saturday's shopping marathon.
Notice the adorable kerchief-headed ninnie-muffin. These photos were the alternating views in my rearview mirror.
And let's just say a van containing five females who happen to find kerchief-headed ninnie-muffin hilarious is not a quiet van.
The cup-on-the-head incident pales in comparison to the delirious scarf dance at the store that directly followed the cup-head factory.