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
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.