Phoning It In

First, let’s dispense with the necessaries:

Happy Halloween!

I Made It!

Last Day of the Write 31 Days challenge!

Happy Halloween!

(I already said that, didn’t I?)

You know that moment where you’re driving along a highway and you are so zoned out that you miss your exit? Or turn? Or, state line?

I kind of feel that way about what just happened here, over these last 31 days. I assumed that there would be a few bumps in the road, as I sought inspiration each day. While I did, indeed, plan a few of the posts out ahead of time, most of them were written only a day in advance, if not the actual day of. Missing at least one day of writing, if not many, was what I believed would happen.

But, Grace pushed me through. It gave me the extra hour that I needed, encouragement in the form of your comments, and even a gentle nudge to check why my post still hadn’t “published” by 9:30 at night! (TIP: It helps to specify A.M. as opposed to, you know, P.M.)

Even the passage of time was a grace to me throughout this challenge. I feel like I must have zoned out for a while, because MY LANDS, how did the end of October sneak up on us this way?

You see, on the very first day, I mentioned that Commitment and I don’t get along too well.

Apparently, we are now friendly. Oh, yes we are!

Thank you Write 31 Days challenge, for that.

So, today, I’m phoning it in! With this picture of my Halloween Costume from 1981. If you can figure out what I was, comment. You’ll be entered to win a copy of The Nesting Place: It Doesn’t Have to be Perfect to be Beautiful by Myquillin Smith (The Nester). I think it’s fitting, since she hosted us during this challenge. Yes?

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P.S. HINT: I wasn’t actually all that hot, was I?

P.P.S. I’ll close comments on Monday, November 3rd at midnight EST.

(What comes after P.P.S.?  This is day 31, OH YES IT IS, of the Write 31 Days challenge. Click my button below to be transported to a list of each of my 31 Days of Grace posts.)

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Best Lines of the Week

My mom put a flower on my face.

 

It’s November 1st. (Well, it was yesterday, anyway.)  And I’m going to start (or end) each post this month with something I’m thankful for.  Because we can all use a little more thankfulness in our lives, right?

 

And, oh boy, am I ready to get this thankful show on the road. It’s been one heck of an eventful week around here.  And in all of the wrong ways.  We lost power. We regained power a day and a half later.  We got the pukes.  We’d like to boot the pukes. Sigh… you can’t win em’ all.

 

I’d like to end on a positive note.

 

To that end,  some of my favorite “lines” of the week, first..  And for them, I am so thankful.  Each one provided a much-needed dose of laughter.

 

Sweetgirl: “Daddy, I’m tired. When’s Christmas?”  (After hitting up only the 10th house for her Halloween loot, the poor thang was ‘zausted.  And ready to move on to the next holiday please.)

Sweetboy:  “Mama, the power’s back on! You can shower now!”  (We survived Hurricane Sandy. I quite enjoyed that little reprieve from the daily shower, thank-you-very-much.)

Sweetman: “This song brought to you by B & M Baked Beans!” (Regarding Carrie Underwood’s performance of “Blown Away” during the CMA’s last night. You see, she had some fancy special effects blowing practically up the back of her dress.  And it looked…odd.)

 

I am oh-so-thankful for:

 

  • Music.  It can heal a hurt, soothe a raging beast, get ya’ in the mood, lower the ol’ blood pressure, convict the tar out of a heart, make you feel a little less alone, take you out of your situation 0r help you remember why you’re in it.  I’m so thankful for it.
  • Running water.  It’s such a monumental thing to stop in the middle of the 5th puke bucket wash-out and realize that somewhere, some mama doesn’t have it.  She has nothing to wipe the sweat from her child’s brow with.  Nothing to wash away the sick.
  • Hope.  It wells up inside of me lately at the oddest moments.  But I am grateful.  Moments that I can’t even imagine holding out hope for. and yet, it’s there.  Flickering. Unwilling to let anyone or anything smite it out.  Yes, Lord. Thank you Lord.
  • Devil Dogs.  I heart you.  You make my days bearable.  (Is it wrong to anthropomorphize food?)
  • Power.  Take that to mean whatever form you’d like.  I mean it all.  All.

 

Oh, yes indeedy.