Jump up with anticipation, ready to hit the road packing up the car, loaded to the brim suit cases, sleeping bags, fishing rods, games and don’t forget the snacks. run back in for Mr. blankie and baby Ellie. God forbid we forget them.
Counting license pates, telling stories catching up on life’s events, playing my little eyes see something that is blue, singing 100 bottles of coke on the wall, everyone talking and nobody listening. Laughing and giggling stopping for a pit stop, filling up with gas and a treat.
Those days are imbedded in my mind, so chaotic and so much fun, up at the crack of dawn but time goes by, kids grow up, move out and make their way. We’re left with memories that enrich our lives with stories to be told.
Jump up with anticipation ready to hit to road, packing up the car, loaded to the brim computors, golf clubs a stroller, food, snacks for all. This time no kids but 2 Dogs, 2 cats, 3 Adults time to hit the road trip. Run back in for the CBD in case the cat howl’s and dog’s growls get too much, God forbid we forget them.
Some things have changed but not that much we just replaced our kids for 4 furry legged ones.
Today at d’Verse Peter, asked us to write a circle poem that begins where it ends and ends where it begins.
I’ve never done this before but when I read Dwight’s poem at Roth’s poetry it was so much fun, I thought I might as well try it since I woke up with nada. I remembered David’s words after reading his awesome circle poem today saying “Cindy, of course you can write in these groups if you try” after telling him that I wasn’t equipped to learn all of these rules etc”. Well, one thing is sure and that’s that I’m not sure I followed it right but at all but at least I gave it a try and it was fun and hey, it’s Fri-Yay Funday!
My husband is hoping I’ll join he and my son for some lake fun so they can golf and I can watch the animals. Hahahahaha… I haven’t decided if this is fun for me or them so the jury’s out whether I go or not but it would be a good break from coyote guarding.
Have a great weekend and have some fun, no matter what you do.
We’re finally getting a little much needed rain which we desperately need. I know some of you are up to your eye balls in storms and snow and enjoying bursts of color after such a cold season. It’s too bad we can’t spread the wealth and have equal playing time so we’re not either flooding or in a drought. It’s always all or nothing.
My friend/ dog trainer came over for a visit with his dogs this week and they didn’t mind the cold and to my surprise jumped in the pool. It was the highlight of my week. Memories came flooding back of my kids jumping in puddles and loving the water. They loved nothing more than to slide down the hill in the mud and come back covered head to toe. We would hose them down and throw them in the tub for a bubble bath and I would sing “Splish Splash I was taking a bath”. Those days were never dull and always kept us on our toes and now they are fun movies in my head.
This is just a silly diddily Word Play that quickly evolved thinking back in time.
Babies Play Child’s Play
Parents say…Time to take a bath
Play day Cold play
Splish Splash ….. Your troubles away
Dogs Play Cats Play
Cat eats mouse ….. Dogs chase them up a tree
Byplay Role Play
The plot thickens…… You oughta be in movies
Romance is in the air…… Some like it hot
Foul Play Dirty Play
Air your dirty laundry…… Cut to the chase
Yay for Theater coming soon…….. Drama at it’s best
Double play Ground Play
Cover all your bases…… Catcher at the plate
Horse Play Down Play
Win or Lose……. All Bets off
Word Play Cindy Play
Stay home wear a mask… Another Ground Hog Covid day!
Thanks soooo much for visiting today and have a great Friday and weekend. As for me, I ran out the door to a client thinking it was Thursday (don’t ask) and didn’t get to add the pics I wanted which are lost in space somewhere and I can’t seem to find them. This seems to be the story of my life these days. Have a great weekend and as always please like (if you do of course, comment and or share if the spirit moves you.
“Treasured Moments of far off lands in your own backyard take you home. There is no distance in hearts that love. All the faces I have known come smiling back at me as I ring the bell or spin the sacred Prayer Wheel”.
Strip away the illusion of who you think you are and enter the space of love and connection of all beings everywhere. This safe haven in Santa Cruz, California welcomes all to the land of open heartfelt connections. Just 1 hour south of San Francisco, be transported to your souls deepest desires. Feel the earth move under your feet and the echo of the great teachings of the Buddah, blessed by the Dali Lama amongest many other monks and those that live on the property.
Magic is found at every turn of the junction, while hiking this sacred beautiful land.
Everywhere you walk fills your heart, open your senses, quiets your mind, as you become one with nature.
Sound permeates your soul, igniting the light of the love of who your are, stripping away false illusions, raising your frequency.
And finally a stop at the gift shop for a treasure to bring home to remind me to come to my bell and stop daily to ring in the song of my heart, that’s always there if I only stop to listen.
Thanks stopping in and sharing this secret hidden treasure with me. When we stop to share our experiences in life they reinfuse our spirit and keep them alive; which was the unexpected gift of this post; so much appreciation for visiting.
I am sooooo excited to share these decorations with you that my daughter made for all of the celebrations we’ve had lately and there are more to come. Always right?! We’re just done with Valentine’s Day and the chocolate bunnies are already in stores for Easter if you can stand it.
This year is a milestone year for our family as we celebrate 3 generations and a total of 5 grandparents birthdays. 65 (no not me! Remember, I’m 16 with 49 years of experience) 🤣, my sister in law is right behind me, my mom will be 85, My Dad 88, My Step Dad just turned 88, My Dad’s significant other, 90 and my FIL turned 95 last week. WOW! And then there’s our baby who will be 30 in June.
I’ve always made a big deal about birthdays which I got from none other than my mother. I make a point to celebrate them because it’s a chance to pause, come together and honor another day we are blessed to be here on earth. However, I’m off my game this past year with the pandemic and the new normal has taken it’s toll and I have become much more simple and busy with technology (my fav…hahahahaha). So, if I forgot to send you a card, or wish you a happy birthday this year, Happy Belated Birthday, I’m really so sorry!
With that, comes the shock of the younger generation and surprise of them stepping up and digging in to keep traditions alive. YAY!!!!! I couldn’t be happier and more proud of my kids!
I promised Vani, at Story time with Shivani that I would share this new die cut machine, The Cricut, my daughter is using to create all of these amazing decorations. So here you go Vani, I hope you like it. Do visit her blog and follow her. She has fun stories, great messages, will always make you laugh and she is an amazing supportive follower.
If you have to go, scroll all the way down to the bottom of my post (YOU DON’T WANT TO MISS THESE), to see my AMAZING GLASSES SHE MADE ME. YOU ARE GOING TO LOVE THEM AND YOU MIGHT EVEN WANT TO ORDER SOME. THEY ARE SO RELATABLE TO US CRAZY BLOGGERS. WHO US? 🤣🤣🤣
But of course; first a poem called…….
I Pass The Baton
I pass the baton to my daughter who has surpassed me My once bought decorations I hung with pride Are crafted by my oldest with her very own cricut die cut machine She programs and designs cutting out of wood, paper, and plastic From signs, labels to pins, banners, no two the same Talented, unique and finely crafted I’m happy to say she puts me to shame Yes, I’ve been replaced I’m happy to say! I pass the baton to my daughter who has surpassed me These decorations are amazing like her in every way!
OK, READY FOR THE GLASSES?!!!!! CHECK THESE OUT!
Thanks soooo much Renee and to all of you for reading! However you celebrate your Friday and weekend make sure to take time to enjoy the gifts of the day that come your way. Take some time to enjoy your special gifts, hold yourself lightly and lovingly no matter what is going on and know you are LOVE!
Rewinding back to a month ago, I posted a poem/song set to the music from “Oh Love” song by Green Day, and Cindy said,
It’s so uplifting and love the stars shinning so bright with the music Jay!!!!!! I think you should sing it and post it!
To that I said,
Well I never thought of that! also I don’t have a very good singing voice. hehe I’m glad you liked it Cindy! Many thanks
Fast forward to exactly a week ago, I posted a rough draft of me singing a poem of mine: ‘Lyrics to Waterfall‘ and in it I mentioned Lillian, a poet-blogger friend, as one of the inspirations behind me recording it because she suggested earlier that she’d love to see ‘Lyrics to Waterfall’ put to song. To that Cindy said,
YAY Jay!!!! I love it!!! I told you it would be awesome for you to sing and it is awesome!!!!
Wait how did Lilian get the credit.. lol!!! Good job! Bravo
Then, I said,
Oh Cindy, you encouraged me too! that’s true! when I’ll record ‘Oh Night’ which I plan to do in near future I’ll surely mention you
Thanks very much!
Then, she said,
Oh I’m teasing you ..lol!
No Need seriously… !!!
I’m just happy you did it!!! ♥️
Then, I said,
Ah well, I do often confuse being teased in real life! Never happened during blogging though haha you’re awesome!
And she said,
Well we will have some fun together like we often do:-)♥️
so beautiful….. that’s what makes the world go round.
There’s men and woman
sometimes light years apart
can’t live with them
but can’t live without.. … and there in lies my valentine rhyme …
And so the fun began, I said,
Thank you Cindy “can’t live with them can’t live without” reminded me of a song by U2, you probably know which one I’m talking about *wink*
And I’m eager to hear your full valentine poem!
Then, she said,
you’re so welcome Jay!!!
Oh I probs do.. but can’t think of it right now.
Well, I just might have to make one… lol. or you could add on and we can go from there..
Then, I said,
How’s this? I am liking it..
There’s men and women
Light Years apart
Can’t live with them
And can’t live without
like the Spring Moon and Stars
So near yet so far
Then, she said,
reflecting each color
neither wrong nor right.
Then, I said,
Made for one another
Space bound lovers
Raising each other
Then, she said,
OOOH YOU’RE GOOD!
to new heights through the planets mars for the ultimate high
Then, I said,
THANKS cindy! It’s you who are leading this piece, you’re amazing too!
Then, she said,
lol.. thanks Jay.. just bee boppin along with you is fun stuff.
yeah…LOVE THAT U2 SONG!!! thanks for sending!
And we give ourselves away
yes we give ourselves away
We move throught the night
hiding in shadows and light
Come on baby let’s not fight
Oh and then we’ll sing it together and you’ll play the guitar.
How fun is this?!!!
Then, I said,
Ah I can’t play guitar that well, Cindy! Still in the learning phase.. I play only A and D well.. mostly I play leads of the songs I love.
Lets not play any more games babe
Lets stop running away
From our interwined fates
Then, she said,
and jam the night away in each others arms
no time for fussing and fighting and playing that game
So, that was the story of Cindy and me writing up a Valentine song in the comment section of a post! The process after that was really fun and exciting for me!! I’ll let Cindy continue this tale!
I had a blast with Jay since our post turned song organically transpired which came as a complete surprise for both of us. As writers we all know the deep satisfying experience when we create something out of nothing. This was truly one of my highlights and collaborating with him was so much fun. Thanks Jay for turning an ordinary week into a treasured memory.
A special thanks to my dear friend Rhonda for her help with her lyrical expertise of rhyming (which Jay has by the way) and amazing help with the tune and guitar. I tried to transfer to the Uke but only clashed so we substited with a tambourine and bell. If any of you know what cords we need in Ukelele to work with the song, it would be greatly appreciated.
Rhonda is a brilliant poet, song writer and musician and has won awards for some of her songs. I will be releasing a hit of hers on Vetran’s Day that she wrote in honor of those that serve our country and her son, our family friend, a Navy Seal. We are sooooo grateful!!! 💖
NOTE: If anyone wants to pick us up for a hit single that has a great recording studio, we’re available. 🤣
Our prayers and love is working for Pua and the family thanks us! Pua achieved some major milestones today. She started with some occupational therapy, sitting on her bed and following simple commands. The Occupational Therapist said she is doing more than great at this stage and they’re very optimistic about Pua’s future. She’s improving at a fast rate.
Thank you so much for visting and have a great Friday and wonderful Valentine’s Day! If you’re single this song might make you glad you are! Lol! 🤣 Thank you so much Jay for the silly fun! It truly was a highlight of my week to play with you!!!!
Life without love and laughter makes for loooooog days.
Billowing Branches Heavy eyes Snowflakes dancing Turn warm When they hit my head Warm slumberland Starry nights Softly kissing my checks Lying in the powder sinking Eyes fluttering
Billowing Branches Images floating Warm but shivering Real or fantasy Body suspended on a magic carpet ride. Over valleys and hill tops, my heart skips a beat Flying so high, I may never come down Peace beacons light shines everything is right Billowing branches Do I stay or go back home? And before I can decide My eyes pop open inside my cozy bed
I look around And close my eyes to finish the story but Billowing branches kiss my forehead Saying it’s time to get up from slumberland I see my daughter playing with Frosty the snowman
We have had sunny beautiful days with a little bit of much needed rain. I wrote this poem about a week ago and I got the above pictures a few days ago of my daughter who is living in New York. I did change he last line when I saw her with Frosty. They got 16 inches of snow in their backyard in Manhattan. We all thought she was crazy when she paid for a bigger place in N.Y. for her 2 cats so they could have a yard, but it turns out that it was worth it’s weight in gold during the pandemic. It’s been a Godsend as she works from home and barely leaves her apartment. I’m curious how the cats like it now.
Happy Friday! Have a great weekend and thanks so much for stopping in! Stay blessed and make sure you get out and move a little, play some and chillax!
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Hope you have some moments of joy today and your weekend coming up! We were fortunate enough to get 3 out of 4 of our kids for dinner last night for my middle daughter’s Birthday. Happy Birthday Blair!
home grown flowers bloom one more year to celebrate the day one was born
It was fun to make this arrangement in anticipation of celebrating the gifts of my daughters beauty, talent and simplicity and dabble with floral creativity. She wanted fondue which was a tall order with the pandemic but we managed to borrow fondue pots from friends so everyone could have their own pot for dipping their veggies, fruit, chicken and bread into the delectable cheese.
On a side note: I’m entering a local Haiku contest for the fun of it. I am inspired by everyone in our community. My mother (my biggest fan) sent me the guidelines and said “you should do this”, so I thought “why not”. The funnest part was I made up 10 different ones and asked the family and a few friends to pick their 3 favorites and 3 of them actually made their own. That is the biggest inspiration to me of all. Once of my daughter’s sent me some beautiful poetry she just wrote as well. There is no better feeling than inspiring others to explore their gifts of creativity and light. I’m going to submit them later today. Win or loose, it’s fun to try. I’ll send them to you after the contest.
A special thanks to some of you for your support and encouragement in helping me understand the basic guidelines. I truly am appreciatve.
Have a wonderful weekend and I’ll see you on Monday!
Stay Blessed, Be Bright and Be You!
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So if any of you were worried about me after my last Friday post and thought I went off the deep end, I wanted to reassure you I was lost, but I’ve been found.
No, we didn’t drink all of the wine out of these bottles, maybe a little, but they did come in handy for my daughter’s DYI project. We’re collecting them now so please save yours if you are getting rid of them. I am so impressed with her as she works full time in a venture firm, is in Business School and still manages to find time for fun projects like these. Nice job!
Drinking Glasses or Candles:
Step 1: Gather your bottles and take the labels off with soap hot water.
Step 2: Score your bottles as show below.
Step 3: Dip back and forth in Hot and Cold Water until you hear a pop. Wear Goggles just in case.
Step 4: Sand the top of the glasses with sand paper until smooth with 120 grit.
Cheers to the DYI Queen of Crafting! Note the beer bottle in the bottom right hand corner for smaller thinner glasses.
These will be available on Etsy when her skill gets perfected in sets of 4 or 6. Aromatherapy candles will be coming soon and I’ll share those with you at a later time.
One another note, most of you have probably seen the below but no matter what side you were on, this was incredibly moving and touching. Don’t miss it!
If you missed the inauguration and Amanda Gorman’s spoken poetry, here is a copy of the words and video. She was amazing and so impirational. Enjoy!
When day comes we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade We’ve braved the belly of the beast We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace And the norms and notions of what just is Isn’t always just-ice And yet the dawn is ours before we knew it Somehow we do it Somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken but simply unfinished We the successors of a country and a time Where a skinny Black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president only to find herself reciting for one And yes we are far from polished far from pristine but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect We are striving to forge a union with purpose To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us but what stands before us We close the divide because we know, to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another We seek harm to none and harmony for all Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true: That even as we grieved, we grew That even as we hurt, we hoped That even as we tired, we tried That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious Not because we will never again know defeat but because we will never again sow division Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree And no one shall make them afraid If we’re to live up to our own time Then victory won’t lie in the blade But in all the bridges we’ve made That is the promise to glade The hill we climb If only we dare It’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit, it’s the past we step into and how we repair it We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy And this effort very nearly succeeded But while democracy can be periodically delayed it can never be permanently defeated In this truth in this faith we trust For while we have our eyes on the future history has its eyes on us This is the era of just redemption We feared at its inception We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour but within it we found the power to author a new chapter To offer hope and laughter to ourselves So while once we asked, how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe? Now we assert How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us? We will not march back to what was but move to what shall be A country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation Our blunders become their burdens But one thing is certain: If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children’s birthright So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left with Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west, we will rise from the windswept northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states, we will rise from the sunbaked south We will rebuild, reconcile and recover and every known nook of our nation and every corner called our country, our people diverse and beautiful will emerge, battered and beautiful When day comes we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid The new dawn blooms as we free it For there is always light, if only we’re brave enough to see it If only we’re brave enough to be it
Thanks so much for taking the time to visit me today! Hope you have a wonderful Friday and awesome weekend!!! See you Monday. Please remember to like (if you do, of course), comment and or share.
Welcome to Fri-Yay Funday Collab post When Heaven Meets Hell!
Once every so often your path crosses with someone that you might never be friends with. You are from complete opposite sides of the coin, or are you? You can’t explain it but there is sheer delight in the irreverent, and light heartness of deep issues that the other person would say “It’s not that deep”. They make you laugh even though you might not comepletely get their “warped sense of humor” (no judgement there 🤣), or making fun of issues of importance. And they don’t get your esoteric heavenly ways. Men are from Mars and Woman are from Venus. We all know this is true. In this case, He is from Hell and I of course, am from Heaven. 🤣 🔥😇
Can they ever meet in the middle and find equal playing ground?
Step out of your box whereever you stand and have some light hearted fun. We’ve been locked up so long we may have begun to take ourselves too seriously.
Who are you?
The age old question.
I am the wind beneath your wings
So, what’s a nice girl like me doing in a place like this hanging out with you? I was minding my own business doing my job helping people mend their wings so they can fly again and then you came along. I have an important job being an angel and don’t have time for demented souls like you. It’s a full-time job turning damaged goods into worthy ones. And then word gets out that you are so good at it, you put your shingle out and call it heaven. Floating in the clouds is fun for a while, wearing your white robe and Halo and drinking good wine. Not rot gut thunderbird for me, I’ll leave that for you in the lowland. I get the goblets out and say “drink, this is my blood and you will have eternal life and be free”.
Everyone wants freedom but next thing you know they’ve drunk the life right out of you and you’re floating in the Red Sea. So you pour a little more so you can drown their sorrows and yours from the purgatory of YOU. It’s a thankless job but someone’s gotta do it and it sure as hell isn’t gonna be you. You sit in your solitary confinement, laughing the pee out of people, farting, making jokes, raking someone over the coals while you sharpen your horns and stick, ready with a swift prick. Oh to be a prick. Prick you. I just wanna be you for a day. Even Fairy Godmother’s need a time out. Their wings get tired and they get sick of nursing these poor souls back to life.
I think it’s great that people try to be you for a day. Sometimes I pretend to be normal but it gets boring so I go back to being myself. I’ve put a lot of thought into it and I don’t think being an adult is going to work for me. So the only way I will gladly swap bodies is if it’s with a kid. There’s nothing about being a kind old lady that appeals to me. Everyone comes to me for food and advice, two things I hate sharing above all. Why would I be inclined to give you food just because I’m old and motherly looking? Although if you want bad advice, you can catch me at the pub, I’ll be there all night long dishing it. The worst part is, you were born on a leap year, so I have to wait four years to celebrate my damn birthday?
I could never live in a shoe so I jumped to light speed so I could never be old. A Genie in a bottle, my wish is your command but only once every 4 years. The rest of the time I’m eternal youth, celebrating all year, cuz I’ll always be younger than you. Young at heart, we agree there, but spending too much time in the pub eating grub, surely ages you more than anything else. Just ask your liver. Too many kids and animals so what else was I going to do, so I whine. If I go missing, look for me on a wine bottle. Don’t let my kids know though cuz they’ll drink every bottle and then I’ll never be found. But then maybe that’s not so bad. Dust me off every 4 years and I’ll meet you at the pub but I’m not holding court with a bunch of drunks. I’ll never make it to 29 so I can’t waste my time.
I’ll be honest when I say that this sounds like the best way to live. What is a life worth living if it’s not on the edge? We’re here for a good time not a long time so we have to make the most of every second of the day. If you think nobody cares that you’re alive, try missing a couple of car payments. If I ever get missing, please follow my kids. They can find me no matter where I try to hide. Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most. As the days draw to a close, I am constantly reminded of the insignificance of my existence. The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us. And that’s on period.
We finally agree. No one makes it out alive so we may as well have a good time. A long ride sounds like a road to nowhere. Does anyone even know what day it is anymore? Or should we care?! As for me, I’m living on the back 9 with all of the comfort stations. The grass is always greener, but be careful what you wish for and watch out for the dog poop. Oops… My mama said there were gonna be days like these. We have to milk each moment for what it’s worth and not cry over spilled milk. It’s all mind over matter. If you don’t mind it doesn’t matter. So no worries about losing yours. The cow jumped over the moon, the little dog barked, the pig squealed and the kids ran away with the wine.
Hell……………….? Are you there?
Heaven can wait; What do you say?
I’d say, that was a hella Fun Friday!!!
I do hope you enjoy this collaboration! This is off the beaten path of my usual arena and it was soooo much fun. If you would like to see more of these please let me know and thanks as always for reading, liking (if you do of course), commenting and or sharing. Thank you from the bottom of my heart and remember if you don’t like it, the devil made me do it 🔥🤣!!!!
Ok, I just had to say that once, because when I hear y’all say it, I love it and I feel young and hip. I always think “oh YAY, I may not be that young but I’m a leap year baby, which means I only have a birthday every 4 years, which makes me 16 and young at heart. If you do the math, don’t tell me, I like to live in a delusionary world. hahahahaha😜🤣
This would usually fall under a Fun Fri-Yay but I have a special surprise collaboration this Friday with one of your favorite bloggers and mine so be there or be square!!!
You may remember the bike debacle at Christmas. I sure do… lol. We celebrated with my son’s girlfriend, Kristal the week before and she was soooo excited when he surprised her with the bike. They went on a ride and she fell off because she didn’t have the right shoes that locked in. Thankfully she was ok! Here they are celebrating below. Isn’t she adorable?!!!! She’s as nice as she is pretty.
The next week we celebrated secret Santa where we pick names and buy a gift for whoever’s name you picked. Half the fun is trying to decide who has you.
The joke was on me. Why was I the only one that couldn’t see? They pulled the wool over my eyes. So much for being healthy wealthy and wise. Healthy I am, wealthy in spirit, 2 out of 3 ain’t bad, Thank you sonny boy “Gary”!
So Kristal was in on it the whole time when she pretended to be surprised the week before Xmas when he gave it to her, and then gave it to me on Christmas Day. So sweet of him! Scott, from the inspiredchief was right when he said: “Great Post Cindy. Maybe it will be a gift from Santa. Did you make the nice list this year”. Are you Santa or an elf Scott? I’m giving you my list next year. Apparently, I did make the nice list! 😅
Woo hoo! Now I actually have to ride it. 😜 Truth is, I would never go on a bike these days if it wasn’t for a chance to be with him.
Check out these new fun fitness dice my daughter game me.
Roll the dice and let the fitness begin. Another fun way to get your workout in.
So, I’m the trainer, the rest of my fam are jocks… yes all 5 of them. 😜 I’m not going to risk getting injured by putting myself at risk doing all of the things they do cuz it’s my livelyhood, so I play safe. That’s my excuse anyway. The truth is, they are so darn good at everything and I pale at their athletic ability, so I hide behind the “It’s my livleyhood story even though it’s smart to do so. The truth is, I’m really competive and I don’t want to loose. 🤣 It would wound my ego deeply. Lol. .
But I’m a good sport and my son will hike to appease me, but doesn’t love it so I agreed to play or beat to the tune of my own drummer as I ran the course, and and fumbled around playing disk golf with them.
Hunter had the best time… now if only I could teach him play frisbee. Here’s a couple of holes of a 15 hole Frisbe golf course.
Stay Tuned for Heaven Meets Hell on Fri-Yay Funday. This is a personal invitation and I’m really excited to share it with you. He’s (that’s the only hint I’ll give) one of my favorite blogger and yours aside from us of course!!!
Have a great day and wonderful Thursday and can’t wait to see you then!
See you on Friday! Everyone who comes will have a direct line to Santa nee year…lol!
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