My godson, Frank and his sister Molly gave me a page a day Phillies calendar. Wonderful gift .I love it and turn the page religiously.
I came into work this morning for the trivia question of which Phillies pitcher is nicknamed Mad Dog?
The one that just signed a couple something million dollar contract with the Cincinnati Reds, of course, …Ryan Madson.
Timing is everything, eh?
Taking comfort where ever I can get it from, I met up with my old pal, Mr. Moon, this morning, as I walked up to the SEPTA bus from Mom’s.
I thought about something that is always there, in one way, shape or form. I thought about when my Philadelphia nephews were small, and it would be told to them by my brother, Bob, that the last quarter moon was the north wind’s cookie. The full moon was the cookie, and as the lunar cycle went on, it was the north wind taking bites of the cookie. It warmed me momentarily to go mentally back to that simple time.
The Creator sure knows what he’s doing, doesn’t he?
That’s my Mom giving you the eye, er, rather, that is her normal trying to wake up pose post stroke.
We are asking for prayers this morning.
That’s all…just prayers.
My MacBook Pro and I are still in a honeymoon phase .
I have my iPhone attached and was trying to make an upload of a picture that was supposed to be the subject of this post. I sit here wondering where do I pull this picture from..lol.
Anyway, as it is January and EVERYONE and their mother is doing calorie counting and every commercial on the face of the earth is diet related, I bit the bullet and bought us…chicken sausage. I saw it and said, hey, why not? So I bring home the said chicken sausage, prepared it on the grill, toasted the roll, only to have Jim say-“It looks like a hot dog.” Multiply that by a bazillion times while I was preparing it.Then I served it to him on a roll, this was after he scouted the label out in the trash and, upon first bite, pronounced,” Tastes like a hotdog.”….
Hillshire farms, well, you heard it here first.
Oh well..I tried.
When the winds were whipping around this past week, hot coffee was especially welcome. Nothing like a little heat to warm the soul.
This morning, as of 9:18am, it’s forty out. Yup. 4-0…in January…so I am having a Kcup of pumpkin coffee, and taking my time to savor it. Big difference between holding the coffee as a heat source and just enjoying it.
Am thankful for a 40 degree morning, and a fabulous cup of coffee. Hopefully your morning is going just as well.
This is a church message board in the vicinity of our “Undisclosed Location”.
I really can relate to this. Many times, after having opened my mouth and inserting foot, I would think of this statement. When I saw this I thought someone else goes through what I do. Then, after looking back on a 27 + year government career, how many times I wished people actually would THINK of this and that I would benefit from this…
Nonetheless, I came across this and thought it was worthy a post for the New Year. Here’s hoping you enjoy it and maybe this will bring a smile to you. Hopefully, someone will make a gift of this to you today.
This is my Devil dog, aka Kasia. (That’s Polish for Catherine)
You see in the picture she’s sitting in a dog bed. No, it’s not hers. It belongs to the twelve-year-old golden retriever we stayed with, whose name is Brinley. Truth be told, Brinley occasionally gets a chance to stay in her bed: her papillion sister and live in cat brother spend a lot of time there.
What’s funny is that Kasia and Zush HAVE no beds. They normally sleep with us in the bedroom, but I have a flat berber-type bed that is supposed to be for Zush; nine out of ten times, Kasia gets there first. So I compensate and make them soft beds out of afghan and blankets. After seeing Kasia in this bed though, and I mean she seemed to snuggle in there a lot, I’m thinking that maybe it’s time to bite the bullet and get the girl a bed. I know Murphy’s law then will be, if you buy it, she won’t come in it…