Possible Tattoo?

For the inside of my eyelids

or the back of my hand 

or somewhere that I can read this 

at least once every three minutes.

I'm at a loss.  I never used to feel this way.  It may seem crazy but I was WAY more confident and sure of myself when I was 17 than I am at 40.

I wonder what my 17 year old self would tell my 40 year old self?  I wish I could go back and talk to her.

Numero Dos on my BIG LIST is "Stop comparing myself with others."

Not doing to well with that these days.  But then I'm not doing to well any of those things on that darn list.  I'm not doing well with pretty much anything these days.

Except maybe Angry Birds.

Amazing

Update on George.  He is doing pretty well.  He is still getting headaches off and on and he does have some problem remembering long term things. I'm thankful that he has this long weekend to kind of recoup from this.  Thanks to everyone for your thoughts and prayers.  They mean so much.


Moving on....


The other day this was my facebook status,
(Okay, one of my face book stati.)

You know what? 

I have a pretty amazing life. 

Just wanted to share.

Let's talk about this amazing life of mine, shall we?
The day I posted that my day consisted of...

• driving my oldest son to the high school and witnessing a beautiful sunrise while listening to One Repulic's "Good Life" on the radio.
• catching up with friends and blogs online.
• kicking George off of the computer and being the "mean mom"
• pulling an inordinate amount of hair from a drain.  (No I did NOT take pictures, although it did cross my mind.  You are welcome.)
• washing sheets and other sundries
• the cleaning of two, count them two, exceptionally dirty bathrooms

To most people this is not an amazing life.


And, let's be honest, usually I don't think that it's all that amazing.  For some reason that day was different.  Something, from somewhere deep inside surfaced.  And with it came the realization that I, indeed, do have an amazing life.


All inclusive.


I believe it was because I was focusing on what I have rather than what I don't.


I want to remember this day.  Why? So on those days that I'm thinking my life isn't all that amazing I can have this here to revisit and remember.  That, yes, my life is.


And guess what?

Yours is too.  Really it is.

Quick Question

Why do REALLY great posts come into my head while I am doing something that HAS to be done and it's going to take me a while to do it so I can't just leave what I am doing and blog?

Also, why is it that when I put the cleaning solution into the toilet bowl I have this sudden and immediate urge to use the bathroom?

That is all.