Thank you to those of you who commented on Monday’s 31 for 21 recap post. I know it’s going to sound cliche’ for me to say what I’m about to say, but it really means so much to me to hear from you. In case you missed the post or chose to skip it (the list of links was long, I know) and didn’t make it to the bottom, I asked some questions that I’d love for you to take a few minutes to answer. If you’d prefer to ask me a question or send me feedback privately, you can use my contact form or email me at andi (at) bringingthesunshine (dot) com.
- What topics would you like me to cover here in the future? Is there an idea I’ve presented that you’d like to hear more about?
- What questions would you like to ask? You name it and I’ll do my best to cover it – don’t be afraid to ask the tough questions.
- And finally…how can I help Bring the Sunshine to your life – no matter the weather?
Remember my post earlier this week about Deacon Hank O’Brien? Well, now it’s time for, as Paul Harvey would say, “the rest of the story.” About six weeks before Deacon Hank died, he and his wife got a kitten. The kitten ran up a tree, and he decided to climb a ladder to get it down. Unfortunately, he fell and injured himself (and the kitten was still in the tree). Conventional wisdom says that in a case like this one, firemen would be called in for such works of heroic cat rescue. Not in Mayberry. Here in Mayberry, the men with the bucket trucks get the honor. You know who heads up the department with the men with the bucket trucks? Mr. Andi.
I know you all are dying – DYING! – to know which purse I chose for my DIY camera bag. Sadly, you guys were not much help – between the comments and direct emails I received, there was pretty much an even split between the blue and the purple. So…I chose the “safe” one – the blue. I did, however, use some wild fun purple fabric to make the inserts.
And speaking of that crafty spurt that I keep talking about…Pebbles and Bamm Bamm were a hit. Especially Bamm Bamm. I saw my neighbor in Target this week and she told me that Nathan would forevermore BE Bamm Bamm to her. I’m sorry to say that most of the photos I took were not great, but I do at least have a permanent record of my Singular Crowning Glory Halloween Costume Achievement.
Am I the only one who is both annoyed and amused by blog comment spam? Just this week I’ve received comments like the following:
- “The slow horse reaches the mill” – Are there people who both use the Internet and use horses to go to the mill (what does that even mean?)
- “It sort of feels that you are doing any distinctive trick.” – I promise I’m not. Mr. Andi might have a problem with that.
- “Proportion we keep in touch more approximately your article on AOL?” – Um, what?
- “A dog does not eat a dog.” – I surely hope not. I guess I’m glad I only have one dog so I don’t have to find out.
I knew it back then, but I can appreciate it more fully now. I was a little bit spoiled when Sarah Kate was a toddler. In one 30-minute time span, Nathan pulled out Every. Single. Thing. under Mr. Andi’s sink in the bathroom, dumped out the (already put away “safely” in a baggie) fireplace rocks on the living room floor, and emptied the very deep and very full drawer of pots and pans in the kitchen. I’m thinking that cabinet locks are made, not for child safety, but for mom’s sanity.
Remember the episode of Seinfeld when George’s worlds collided (Bawdy George, Independent George, etc.)? Well, my worlds are colliding this weekend. I convinced my sister to attempt her first half marathon, and several other family members (mom, stepdad, brother-in-law, and a few kids) are coming along for the ride. I also have three sorority friends running the race, as well as my ROTE running group buddies. Oh, and did I mention that I’ll be driving eight hours each way with Nathan by myself? Yes, I am a little nuts.
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