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I know my blog is fairly schizophrenic, is it about beading? Cats? What I did on my summer vacation? I'm not quite sure. But whatever it's about, it has been 2 years and I'm still here. I'm pretty sure I haven't become any more interesting, my grammar hasn't improved, and my punctuation is still horrendous. So to anybody (that includes you lurkers) who has stuck around - or found me and not run off screaming, THANK YOU!!!

**Edited to add - Obviously I made my own graphic - apparently I can't spell BLOGOVERSARY!!!!Sigh-h-h.

Maxine Monday

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It IS spring, right?

Or almost? You sure couldn't tell in MY neighborhood!





Make it go away!!!

What evil lurks?

Abby is our evil cat. She was abandoned in an apartment somewhere, my daughter brought her home and did the "PLEASE Mom????" Many promises were made and I agreed to let Dani keep her. But Abby never got along with the other cats and the feeling was mutual. While the other cats are lying around the living room or my bedroom, Abby likes to go here - on top of the china cabinet. Tonight my son was walking past, saw her and said "great, a sniper position." I laughed and said "yeah, her very own clock tower!"




Then I looked up. Um yeah, there IS a clock up there. Maybe she's even more evil than I thought.

Have you?

Ever written a post full of happy, shiny words just to change your Google ads? Cause that's what I'm doing right now. Writing about rainbows and cotton candy and clouds that look like horses when I lay on my back and watch them move across the sky. Yeah, and lollipops and puppies and ... and .. Winnie the Pooh! I'm writing about brand new lovely babies and spring flowers and sunshine! Only good things that look nice and smell nice and make me feel wonderful and terrific!

That oughta do it!

Those fleeting thoughts

Do you ever wonder what people think of you? I don't mean obsessively. I don't mean like you seriously worry about it or even care really. But do you have those fleeting thoughts when you are out somewhere and you see someone look at you - and wonder what they are thinking?

I do. And I guess I also form quick opinions as I pass by people I don't know. I might see a woman in what looks to be night-club attire at 10:00 in the morning and think "Oh, inappropriate. I wonder where SHE works!" Or maybe I spot an older man in his slippers shuffling into the drug store and think "Oh I'll bet his wife sent him." Things like that.

It doesn't mean anything, these things aren't consciously thought out they just sort of pop into your mind, little snap judgments you have as you walk by people, forgotten as quickly as you think them.

Mostly I don't care what people think when they see me - I'm sure other people have those odd little thoughts when I walk by too. But there IS one that kind of bothers me.

I frequently stop at my local drug store as it is so close to my house. And sometimes on my way home from work it occurs to me I'm just about out of cat food, so I pull into the parking lot and go in to the store to grab a couple of cans.

I, like most people, have heard the stories about old people eating pet food. And the stories tend to focus on old women. And cat food. So as I stand in line with my tuna pate or turkey and giblets grill - it is inevitable that it will cross my mind - "I hope nobody thinks this is my dinner."

It's NOT. I promise.

Morning and I are not friends.

..and I really believe this.