A Small Burst Of Scary

Sometimes, I suddenly get a CREATIVE burst of energy. And then I immediately do something constructive and worthwhile...

Pretty scary, huh?! I know...

A bonding moment. "Hello, my pretties."

  
                                                        I'm really on a roll now...

It is truly amazing I have this much free time...Time to make my father into Tinkerbell's little helper...

Hello Daddy!

Don't give me any trouble. I'm serious about my creative work.

Yo, this is art people.

Whatever. Alabama is kicking Florida's hiney right now...

I Went Skydiving, I went Rocky Mountain Climbing...

I said...uhhuh, uhhuh...

There's no more room for cars or anything remotely resembling a car. You feel lucky that there's room for a bicycle or maybe just a pair of roller skates, in case you do need to get somewhere rather quickly.

Life is about adventure. It's about parking extra large items in the front yard.  I'm hoping we can add a comfy couch and  washing machine to the front deck ASAP...just for fun.

"Let's go sailing, shall we?"

"Yes, but let's wait until a hurricane gets here. That would make it even more exciting!" 

The Cutest Thing!

Mr. Wonderful NEVER reads this blog. That's fine by me because I can talk freely behind his back and he has no clue. For example, he has no idea I'm not cooking anymore...(Bring on the evil psycho laughter!)

Of course a man who eats cereal for supper and LIKES IT is bound to receive other proposals for marriage. I'm just surprised it happened so soon and at church of all places.

He's been helping in Children's Church, working with the first graders. Today at church, the moment he entered the room a little girl frantically started waving, reaching out her tiny arm toward him, wiggling all her fingers, saying, 'oh,oh,oh, SIT BY ME!!"  Mr. Wonderful complied and after he took his seat, she gently placed her hand on his, and proceeded to gaze lovingly up at him. "Are you already married?" she asked. "Yes" he replied. Immediately, her little shoulders slumped, and as she  gazed down dejectedly, she sighed. "Oh..."

I have a funny feeling this is the first in a long line of cereal loving females. She probably could smell the Cap'n Crunch on his breath. I can see my cooking sabbatical may not last. After all, it's a dog eat dog world out there,and I simply can't afford to lose my husband to a better offer.


He also took in a little bible and gave it to a little boy who proceeded to thump a little girl on the head with it. Talk about 'beating you over the head with the Word'...

For Reasons I Can't Explain

Sab·bat·i·cal 
/səˈbætɪkəl/ Show Spelled[suh-bat-i-kuhl]

( lowercase ) bringing a period of rest.


 I'm calling it a Cooking Sabbatical. I'm 'bringing the rest' to my kitchen.  It's going to be  glorious.


1. Why?
    I am married to someone WHO ACTUALLY LIKES EATING CEREAL FOR SUPPER! One of his superior qualities, I might add.

2.How?
  I will not go near the stove. I will act afraid of it. If I touch it, I will slap my own hand. I will barely get close to the microwave, and that's only in a moment of weakness. I will break out the can opener...and do a little jig.

3.When?
This very moment. My official sabbatical started two seconds ago. However, my subconscious has been trying to convince me to do this for years. I think most sabbaticals last at least six weeks. By my calculations, that should carry me to the holidays. Whereupon I will immediately order our 'takeout' Thanksgiving meal from the local deli. Trust me, I've got it all figured out. I may never cook again!

4. Where?
The entire state of Alabama. And Georgia. And Texas. Let's just say The Entire USA=No Cooking Zone.

5. What?
About the human eating machine that has moved in? (aka teenage son who needs MEAT?)

Hmmm... Well, uh, um,...maybe he could learn to love cereal?
 Somebody needs to invent roast flavored cereal.

I think my next sabbatical will be the bathrooms...and then grocery shopping...and then the laundry...and then...