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 22, 2015
So my Gladys/Gert girls are real content to steal recyclable items from the bin and confettize whatever they grab hold of. We've also got toys that are mere bits and pieces of their former glory. So I'm guessing both those are signs we could use some more dog toys.
I found some great hints here....
Cool ideas....Going to put some old t-shirts to work for me.