Last night's meeting was so good, I'm giddy with it still. Great speaker, seeing old friends I've know for...2 months, at least...and my best friend of 25 years came to see what it's all about, just because. I love my new friends & my best girlfriend & my invisible friends.
I love our cat, Louise, a.k.a. Weeziegrrl, but she doesn't like me. My husband found her in a warehouse & brought her home only 3 days after the kid's beloved cat died at age 21. I thought it was too soon, but Louise grew on me. She loves my husband, and follows him around like a dog. She sits up and begs for him. She insists on sitting in his lap every time he sits down. She rolls around provocatively on the carpet as soon as she hears his car in the drive. Yet, after 2 years she will not let me so much as pat her. She hides under furniture whenever we are home alone. Look at her eyes...you can see she is a total brat!
One of you gave me an idea, or maybe it was a multi blog meld. It was either
MC or
Pam or
Scott W...anyway, it was about being quiet for 10 minutes (or so) every day, really being still and looking inside. Being still is hard for me, I mean really doing it like MC or Pam or Scott W meant. I've been doing it consistently for about 2 weeks and it makes me act better the rest of the day. I'm such a late bloomer. Not just about that, but all kinds of other things that everybody else seems to know.
I had a schedule all made out for Andrew visits for the rest of the year. I'm big on scheduling. Yesterday I decided I'm going to visit him whenever I miss him. I told the Dad we were not using the schedule anymore. I told the Dad I want to go this Saturday. The Dad said, "Oh...OK." Lately, it seems the Dad has resigned himself to anything I come up with.
I love our cat, Louise, a.k.a. Weeziegrrl, but she doesn't like me. My husband found her in a warehouse & brought her home only 3 days after the kid's beloved cat died at age 21. I thought it was too soon, but Louise grew on me. She loves my husband, and follows him around like a dog. She sits up and begs for him. She insists on sitting in his lap every time he sits down. She rolls around provocatively on the carpet as soon as she hears his car in the drive. Yet, after 2 years she will not let me so much as pat her. She hides under furniture whenever we are home alone. Look at her eyes...you can see she is a total brat!
One of you gave me an idea, or maybe it was a multi blog meld. It was either MC or Pam or Scott W...anyway, it was about being quiet for 10 minutes (or so) every day, really being still and looking inside. Being still is hard for me, I mean really doing it like MC or Pam or Scott W meant. I've been doing it consistently for about 2 weeks and it makes me act better the rest of the day. I'm such a late bloomer. Not just about that, but all kinds of other things that everybody else seems to know.
I had a schedule all made out for Andrew visits for the rest of the year. I'm big on scheduling. Yesterday I decided I'm going to visit him whenever I miss him. I told the Dad we were not using the schedule anymore. I told the Dad I want to go this Saturday. The Dad said, "Oh...OK." Lately, it seems the Dad has resigned himself to anything I come up with.