That’s my mother’s take on OMG. She never ever used the phrase “Oh, my god” in her life. Her take on it was “My Word!!”. I like it. I always did like it. It expressed the same sentiment. For some reason the OMG phrase is beginning to bug me. Not because of the G part, but just because it’s such an over used phrase. Come on people, get a vocabulary. But, of course, I’m preaching to the choir. Most of my friends and family have excellent vocabularies, so never mind.
It’s been a perfectly beautiful weekend here in Middle Earth. I awoke to 41 this morning and Grover, the Wonderdog, and I went for our morning walk in cool sunshine. It was fabulous! Yesterday was equally as lovely, but I went to a wedding in the afternoon. By now, you all know how I roll and it’s on wobbly wheels. I had run some errands in the morning and was having a tortilla, hummus, Kalamata olive wrap when I reread the wedding invitation and realized I had misread it and the wedding was at 2:00 and not 3:00. Some very very bad words escaped my lips and I had to go into overdrive to get ready and out the door. I wonder about myself sometimes, but then I remember my wobbly wheels and just continue on. Mistakes and being goofy used to bother me no end, but anymore I embrace my goofiness with every fiber of my being. Don’t fight who you are. You won’t win.
So, this is for Cookie.
Well, actually, I don’t think our Cookie really cares, but she suggested that since I cannot show the Christmas present I just finished, I should show the yarn. Such a clever idea surely would not come from me. I still haven’t blocked Vittorio. He’s unceremoniously wadded up on the bathroom shelf. I look at him and think that I might need to get to the blocking and then something shiny catches my attention and away I go.
So, I sure hope ya’ll have had a good weekend. I am trying to be a bit better about posting, but I can do better than I am. So, here’s my soundtrack for the day. A favorite of mine, Leo Kottke and a live version of another favorite of mine, “Pamela Brown”