blabbering and today I return to Monday morning blabbering. A friend of mine, Merriam Webster, told me that blabbering is "to talk foolishly or excessively" and that I might be a blabberer. I said to her, "Good". I'm rethinking our friendship.
Vacation has ended for JW. I am heading back to work and I feel stormy like this Missouri sky.
I started my vacation with an illness, a horrid life sucking kidney infection. The first week and a half I spent trying to find my energy again, learning to eat better, and getting well.
During my recovery, we celebrated my son’s 33rd birthday. (This is very embarrassing since I am 29 and holding.) He was born on the 4th of July. Woot!!! We also celebrated my mom’s birthday on the 15th--both at my house. Summer is full of family celebrations. I love it.
I didn't get anything productive done around the homestead, except a little paint here and there and lots of mowing and pulling weeds. My house needs repairs that I can’t do. But, I can paint and I did—paint ¾ of the exterior of my house. I need to finished up. I have always hated metal and vinyl siding. I am thinking I need to rethink that mindset and get rich quick to pay for it.
My son and daughter-in-law are getting very close to the birth day of my next grandson. He will most likely will be born the last of August. I can’t wait to meet him. I think he looks like me.
If any of you are trying to call me right now and want to leave a message, well—the answering machine is off. Why you ask? For the last two weeks, with last week being the worst, political calls are coming in fast and furious. Oh and my mailbox? Full of flyers, postcards and a letter or two—you guessed it, political. The only persuading that is happening here is I have turned in my voter card. I’m not voting ever again. Ok ok, I didn’t turn in my voter card and I will vote again, but I am tempted....
I don’t have much else to blabber about except I would like you to feel sorry for me that my month long vacation has ended. You know misery likes company and all. Some of you may agree with what the little gal at the bank drive-thru window said when I told her I would be going back to work this week. She said, “I’m trying to feel sorry for you that you had a month off and now must go back to work, but um…I can’t.” She smiled. I took my deposit slip and peeled outta there fast. HOW RUDE!
Have a Happy Monday!
Question: If you WERE telephoning me and finally got through, what would you say to my answering machine?