Since I don't know one single guy that reads my blog, I thought I'd share this with all of you lovelies. I've figured out why I've been having a crapola winter. I thought it was lack of sunshine. But I found out today I've just been pms'ing for three months! I was in bed coughing this morning and I thought I was about to pee my pants. Whut? At 52 it happens. You'll see. So, I go to the bathroom. WHAT....THE.... HELL - I am having a period. I haven't had one since October. I hate peri-menopause. I hate it I hate it I hate it. I haven't got to express my feelings on it for awhile so I figure it's about time. Not long ago I apologized to my Mom for being so "mean" while she was going through that stage of her life. It was 40 years ago and not as much was known about it then. One time Dad said, "well now Cindy, we think your Mom is going through the change." (say "the change" very quietly like it's a bad word) Being the menopause uneducated child I was at the age of 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 I said, "You've been saying that for years..." We now know, it takes years. So, I apologized to my Mom and you know what she said? "ooooh that's ok honey, I knew someday I'd get to get even with you!" That's my Mom.
So let's talk about the weather, since everyone else is! We endured a snow storm. I don't think our town got hit as bad as some. This was the beginning of it, but you really can't see the ice coming down unless you look really closely. Look in the street to the right of the flag.
It sounded very eerie all night long. The ice hitting the windows and the wind howling...
I took this through the window at night and it didn't turn out so well.
But this one was taken by the light by our back door and you can see it a little better. It was just pouring on us. Some of you southerners who didn't have to endure it will probably say something like...ooooh they look like little faerie twinkle lights. Don't even......
So after the storm, our back steps have turned into a small hill. And poor little Dixie Doodle has to take a running start...
And he runs and runs and runs and gets nowhere for about 30 seconds before he finally gets some traction and gets back in the house. It looks like a cartoon.
Have you ever been to Cranford? You must go. I have fallen in love with this town, and the story is set back in the 1800's. They had so little back then. A very moving part of the story is when a mother gives her son a going away gift. It's a cloth, just a small piece of material that is old and used looking, and on it she embroidered a couple of X's. She cannot spell. She was a commoner and they did not want commoner's to know how to read. She tells her son the cloth is to wipe the ink from his pen. And when she told him she had to embroider X's because she didn't know how to spell his name, he said, "No matter Ma, the X's stand for kisses." Sweet. It's a definite chick flick and you probably should watch it when you have lots of time because it's two discs long. I got it at the library.
The shawls, the bonnets, the scarves, the baskets, the simpleness of it all...And who doesn't love Judi Densch? I think she just has this peaceful look about her.
(jeez loueez I'm sitting here teary eyed because Laura Ingalls sold her pony to mean Nellie so she could buy her Ma a stove for Christmas.. Give me a break I've seen it before....This is just what I'm talking about with this whole menopause thing. I just want to pinch someone's head off, or cry!)
So let's talk about chai tea. I don't care for it. But I like this. And it was good while I was sick, and it warmed me up.
So did these hand warmers, which I did NOT make. But I'm trying to make a pair. I'm back in the crocheting mood again! And I actually have one hand warmer done, but I'm concerned that the pair are not going to match because I don't have a pattern. I'm thinking...so what? They don't have to match.
Now these beautiful flowers.....the manager at Kroger must have known I was going to get sick
and would need cheering up. Or maybe I had that crazed look in my eyes, because he wanted me to have these
for the rock bottom price of 4.99! See the green spirally flower in the first picture. That is called "Bells of Ireland." I've grown them before. Have any of you been to Ireland? I want to go there someday. I don't even think I have an Ireland blogger friend, do I? I need one. I've heard it's beautiful. Isn't that where they go to the tavern for a dram? I can't wait until I feel better....maybe I'll have a dram....better yet, I can't wait for a hot summer day....then I'll have a dram, on the porch, in the sunshine....aaaahhhhhhh...I can just feel it.....