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I Can Hear the Bells

As my co-worker and I were at a school dropping off children, we saw a couple walking up the sidewalk holding hands. As soon as she saw them, my co-worker J. said: “Aww, isn't that sweet? I just want to throw a rock at them. If I had a rock, I would throw it at them.” I laughed, but understood her feelings.

Now, J. is a year older than me and single. What causes single people to say things like that? Jealousy? Anger? Resentment? Frustration? All of the above?

I'm guilty of it as well. People in my branch who are dating or engaged will hold hands, rub each other's backs, hug, kiss, etc. I think to myself: “Eww, please stop.” Am I just jealous that it's not me? They have a right to be happy and show their affection. It shouldn't bother me but, for some reason, it does. Maybe it's just that they are so public about it. And I think they are rubbing it in my face- even though they aren't trying to. Any thoughts?

She also commented that some girls have this feeling about guys!


(Okay, that's not Nikki Blonsky singing, but I couldn't find an actual clip with her in it).

I'd Like to Make Myself Believe

I have this anger building up inside of me because of these reasons: the way the old landlord treated us before we moved out; for the new landlord for not cleaning the apartment before we moved in; for the people who lived here before us and didn't clean up the place before they left. It's one thing to clean up your own mess, but an entirely different thing to clean somebody else's mess. I need the anger to stop. And I'm working on it.

So, beacause I'm having trouble stopping the anger, these are things that made me happy today. Here is what they are.

1. This song:



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3. This song:



4. Talking with my mom and sister on the phone.

5. This recipe.

6. Not seeing any ants or centipedes in the apartment.

7. Not being injured when the bus broke down on the way to pick up the kids from school.

8. This blog.

9. This song:



10. Sleep.

This is why I love summer...

(Photo via Google images)


Grown in my father's garden.


Picked and canned from the cherry trees in my parent's backyard.


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Boy, do I wish it was next week already. I'm so sick of packing, I'm ready to pull my hair out.

Dolphin

One of my friends on Facebook posted this video. The music is wonderful as well. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did:

Things to Say

Get your socks ready, guys, 'cause I'm about to knock them off (name that TV show)!! OK, you ready for this?

Are you sure?

Muffins spelled backward is....sniffum! Isn't that so funny? And cute too. For some reason I picture a little muffin with a nose sniffing itself. "Mmm-mm, I smell good, a mix of cinnamon and sugar." It sounds like a little conceited muffin, but that's OK, because it's cute!


In other news:

* We found an apartment. It's not as nice as the one where we are living now, but they will do a six month lease and it's a pretty good neighborhood and is closer to church and work.

* The bane of my existence will be gone. Hopefully.

* I won tickets for that new movie Julie and Julia. When I registered for them, I thought the tickets were good anywhere in the US. When I won the tickets, it said that I had to live in LA., as in Los Angeles. And I don't. So I had to write back and say that I couldn't accept the tickets. Which just made me sad.

* I'm not looking forward to packing and moving.

* I'm not looking forward to being at work at 5:45 am every morning starting on Monday, but at least I have a job.

* I really like Hugh Jackman. And David Boreanaz. And Josh Groban. And that's just all there is to it, I can't help myself.

* That's all for now...I was going to write something else but I forgot what it was so it must not have been that important.

Happy Weekend Everyone! (All three of my readers!)

Money Can't Buy Me Love

New research show that apparently your brain thinks money is a drug. They say money replicates the same feelings that love creates in social situations. Their experiement to test this: they had people count either currency or plain paper, then some of them were asked to stick their fingers in a bowl of 122 degree (hot tub hot) water. Those who had been counting the money did not feel as much pain from the water.

Maybe money is the new morphine.

Money=love? OR Money>love?

Perhaps it's more of a Pavlov's dog type reaction: we see money; we envision the things we can buy with the money; and that makes us feel better. Or it could be the smell of money. Money has a distinct smell and certain smells can definitely elicit strong emotional responses. As the people were counting the money, I'm sure they could also smell it and maybe that caused the decreased pain from the hot water. Hmm, interesting research.

Ode to BB

In my bowl,

upon my spoon,

sweet Bunny Tracks,

you make me swoon!

Rainy Day

Today was one of those days.
You know the kind I'm talking about?
The one where it's raining outside and all you want to do is curl up on a couch and read a good book or watch a good movie.
Or maybe take a walk or sing in the rain?
Since the rain (and cloudy days in general) tends to make me sleepy, I had to pull myself out of bed. Yeah, it was that kind of day.

I got a second shower because I forgot my umbrella and had to walk in the rain. I like it though. Rain is refreshing and cleansing. And it makes the earth smell good.

I woke up this morning thinking I had overslept because it was so dark outside. It literally looked like it was 9 pm.

This photo was taken in downtown Lexington at 2:30 pm!

(Photo taken by Caren Beatty)
See what I mean about it looking like 9 pm? Pretty dark, huh?

Also, I think walking in the rain would be much more fun (I was about to say -write - funner, but that's not a word) with these Wellingtons:

Don't you think so? They can be found here. They cost £29.99! They're British after all.

As a child, my family would sit on our big porch swing during thunderstorms and watch the rain and thunder and lightning. I miss those days. I loved the mist of cool rain on my face as I saw the lightening crash down and the boom of thunder rumble in my chest.

What do you like doing on rainy days?

Joy Comes in the Mo(u)rning

Despite the tears at Belinda's funeral, there were also smiles and laughter. It's amazing how we can experience different emotions at the same time. I don't think Belinda would have wanted us to cry for her. She's in a better place, it is only hard for us here on earth- but we still miss her.

Belinda loved laughing and playing jokes on people. The pastor told the following story about her: Her father wore dentures. One day, (it was actually his birthday!) as he was sleeping, Belinda took the dentures and set them in a container of jello (which then became harder as it set). When her father woke up and realized his dentures were gone, he found a string that led him on a goose chase all over the house. When he came to the end of the rope, he finally found his teeth encased in the jello. He laughed about it...eventually. That was just the type of person Belinda was- she loved to laugh and help others to smile and laugh as well.

I've decided that "laughter through tears is my favorite emotion." - Name that movie. (Picture a Dolly Parton southern accent, it might help you remember).

By the way, I helped my mom start a blog, which will mainly include photos and stories from our family history. Be sure to check it out. It makes me very happy that she now has a blog!