There's a funny little game my Mom and I play. I'm not sure when or where it started, or even how, but it's a funny little game. I'm certain you are on the edge of your seat in excitment and anticipation to find out what exactly this game is...Well, it doesn't really have a name, but this is how it works: When someone says a "saying", especially those common in the English Proverb section, we go back and forth, continuing on until we run out of wittiness and, let's be honest, maturity.
The more I think of it, the more I think my Mom is responsible for my love affair with quips and quotes. I go nowhere without my well-established Quote Book with me in my purse. Growing up, she would write quotes in the side of her Bible next to special verses that meant something. She would cut out certain quotes or poems from newspapers or magazines, or write them out and tape them to the refrigerator. I find myself doing the same thing. Ahh, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
My mom and I have been spending more time together with Paul being out of town. But you know how it goes, when the cat's away, the mice will play. I miss him so much, but absence makes the heart grow fonder. And fonder, I most certainly have become! I'm quickly learning how many things I don't know how to do around the house! Or may I be slightly more honest here...I don't WANT to do them. Our black lab has left land mines in the backyard. NOT GOING THERE!!!! There's bugs and disease out there, people! Better safe than sorry!!!
To distract my mind, I've taken up the art of reading. I have to be instantly drawn to a book in order to read it. A friend of mine strongly suggested the book Redeeming Love, a story about a woman that learned to overcome the struggle associated with sexual abuse. I definitely want to read it, but when my Mom gave me the book, the cover did not match my image of the book's description, and I was immediately turned off by it. I judged the cover.
I really need to not put off tomorrow what I can do today. Case in point: Ants! When Paul left, there was a small, yet relentless army of ants marching from our garage to the kitchen sink. Each day, I kill more ants. Each day, they send in a new infantry of tougher, more impervious ants. I swear if I held a magnifying glass to them, I may be able to see helmets and bayonets being carried. Some may have flags; Confederate ones, I'm sure. I looked one in the eye this morning (or at least what I perceived to be it's eye...it was tiny) and with my greatest advice ever given, I told that little ant "The grass is always greener on the other side". He never got that far, however. There is a quote that little fellah won't be able to fulfill..."If at first you don't succeed, try, try again." Makes it difficult to try, try again when you're smashed on a kitchen counter.
As much as my black lab, Selah, is driving me nuts, I know that she is Paul's little project. He is determined to have a disciplined dog. I think he finally came to terms that he doesn't have a disciplined wife, so the dog is the next best step. I heard from someone that you have to teach a dog obedience from 7 months old until one year and after that, the teaching gets more difficult. And guess what little Miss Kasey did today?!? I taught Selah how to shake. It was one of my more proud moments of the day. You just can't teach an old dog new tricks!
I wish I could sleep, but I have accepted the fact that I just can't do it while Paul is gone. The good thing is, I get much done in the wee small hours of the morning. Add to that, a personality of a person who can't sit still, and the fact that I deliberately had a 3 shot espresso mocha at 8 o'clock tonight, I figured I would be up late again. What can I say, a rolling stone gathers no moss. Catch me if you can!
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