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.
Monday, November 01, 2010
Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Fall Follies
Yes, Kim, guilty as charged. Scrambled Dregs does say it all. Ha.
And here are bits (above mentioned dregs) from my weekend.
24 made a teeny tiny ice cream cone. And a picture was taken. Why? Because it was so cute!
We were invited to a Halloween party because 24's buddy saw this adorable orange pepper hummus holding jack-o-lantern...a very good reason to have a party I say.
And said friend outdid herself in the costume department....appearing as a bunch of grapes.
: ) Us? We dressed as normals. One should pretend to be normal at least once a year.