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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, December 01, 2009

Scribble and Scrambles ~ Random Wiglets


I received one of "those" compliments.

You know. The ones that are very flattering BUT.

A new family at church has apparently figured out that I'm not easily wounded/offended which is a really great thing.

I'm thrilled that they've pegged my fun side and know that I have a sense of humor and of the absurd.

Seems the youngest kid in the family has a slightly dramatic flair AND a wig collection. Both parents, and a few others who were there, mentioned that the wig-obsessed girl was donning wigs and came out in a wildly curly wig saying. "Look at me. I'm Kelly."

Unfortunately, the wig was curly AND GRAY!!!!! Hmmm.

Therein is my angst. Have I now crossed over from peppa and salt to salt and peppa?


Oh well. That is easily remedied should I choose to go there. At least she didn't wear a nasty monster mask.