Monday Blabber

I have decided I like 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?


  1. I definitely would say: I love you, Teresa for being such an amazing writer and blogging friend!
    I feel sorry for you! Going back to awful!

    Big hugs,
    B xx

  2. Betty, Thank you much, I appreciate the sympathy. ;) PS I am glad I have a job, however.

  3. I'd say--I'm glad you're feeling better! And...I hope your desk isn't too scary to go back to. :) And that I know you're thrilled about your next grandbaby!

  4. I'd say that's damned impressive to have a 33 year old son when you're only 29!

  5. I'd say, 'Sorry to hear you're having to go back to work. It's terrible that now that you're feeling better you can't be off to enjoy time for yourself. Plus you need and should be off to get ready for the new grandson when he born.'

    Other than that, I'm glad you feeling better.

    Thoughts in Progress

  6. Elizabeth, Oh the desk. I went in one day last week and had 55 email waiting for me.

    Alex, I am impressive. It takes work.

    Mason, I know! I need just a couple more days or another month.

  7. "rethinking my friendship" that!

    People are just after you, you poor thing, I would change banks.

    I will feel sorry for you...feel better?

    I love the blabbering, very entertaining. Now, blubbering in another word and condition altogether.

    Enjoy your day.

  8. Beep* Hi, Teresa, Don't be sad about going to work. You had a great summer and can now write about it and remember it. Also, your health is more important than paint on your house, so take care of yourself and keep writing. I love your words.

  9. I'll try to have a happy monday but I have so much to do, so much to do. I'm sorry you have to go to work but it seems you have lots to look forward to.


  10. LOL, that may have been rude what she said, but not many people get a month vacation! I'm glad you enjoyed yours, and I'm sorry it's over for you. But let the great memories sustain you as you head back to work!

  11. BEEP "Hey, who was I calling?" Sorry about the work thing and the rude bank teller and I'm afraid to blabber. You do it well though. :)

    Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

  12. I would tell you I love your 'blabbering', welcome home and have a glorious day!

    Sure hope ya are feelin' your bright perky self!

    God bless :o)

  13. BEEP! "Hey, Teresa, don't sweat the small stuff. Eat right and be good and healthy for that new grandson. Oh, and the bank teller? Introduce her to your friend Merriam. They make a great pair."

  14. I like the blubbering! Got to know you better:)

  15. "Mom? Mom, are you there?" Oh wait, that's what I do say. ;) SO SO sad that your month long vacation has ended... :P

  16. Lots going on for you. So glad you're feeling better.

  17. You are so funny in such a subtle it!

    Oh and I have to say, Carol Kilgore's comment is hysterical!!! I totally agree :-)

  18. Blabbering is the very best kind of journaling. A springboard to so many things. Oh, and welcome back to day by day.

  19. Hi Teresa,

    I'm so sorry to hear that you were sick! Somehow I missed that. What a blessing that you had some time off to recuperate and enjoy family and summer. It's always hard when the relaxed days come to an end, isn't it? Praying you have the strength to keep moving forward!

  20. There is an up side to everything and it's glad when you can see it. Glad for your recovery, sad for the end of vacation, but always happy to see your posts and receive your comments.

    Tossing It Out

  21. I totally feel your pain. I have been 29 for the last 29 years, so how does one keep a straight face and explain a 37 year old son? I was never a good liar, and I love him too much to disown him, so I just plant a stupid look on my face and 'splain, "No speak English." Had a great time reading your blog.

    Liz (aka Ninny)


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