I’ve been thinking about the word Independent a lot lately. I hear people say “well I’ve really learned how to be independent!” I am starting to think that independent is really just another word for being alone all the time. Except, of course, if you have kids, then your alone, without ever actually being alone.
Unfortunately being alone makes you feel lonely, so then you call your husband (or other random person) periodically throughout the day. Telling him really meaningless things that are suddenly very important. Like some late breaking news on how the dog saw a lizard. Or “guess what! I just opened a door! Isn’t that exciting?”
I think the next time someone tells me that “it’s a good thing I have learned to be so independent” or “I am happier with my independence.” I’m just going to give them a hug and ask if they want to go to a movie, the mall, or just look at rocks together. Because – hey…me too.
It’s about time someone, somewhere sent me some dance videos. And these are the best ever!! My scifi/nerd self and my dance loving self are united as one.
Thank you ScottDW for making all my dreams come true!!!
Is this anyone else’s life?
Yes, apparently we would too.
Here is what we did tonight.
So sometime before Thanksgiving I got this beautiful pot of succulents to decorate my new table.
However, it turns out that I am a Succulent Murderer. Before Christmas came and went, each and every one of these guys was knocked off and sent to live with the fishes. It turns out that I am not so great when it comes to Indoor Greenery.
So what do you do when you are a Murderer of Succulents?
Get fake ones of course!
I normally prefer ALIVE things. But for the safety of all plant species it was time to wave the white flag. A quick trip to Hobby Lobby put all my troubles behind me. And to tell you the truth I can’t much tell a difference.
Here is the full view.
So now I have the look I wanted, without causing Death and Destruction Galore. It is also nice to not feel so guilty every time I look at the table. However when I look at my fireplace mantle…that is a different story. Lots of Plant Death Guilt there. I will have to remedy that!
Happy Weekend Friends!
I dedicate this post to my poor husband. He too suffers most terribly from the Man Cold. Not only that, but also the dreaded Man Allergies. If your man also suffers from this terrible illness, then please, share this important message with those you know.