Hey everybody! Can you believe it is already the last week of September? You blink twice and summer’s gone. I’m afraid to blink again. It might be Christmas and I wouldn’t have those grandbabies a present under the tree. I sometimes have this little mantra going under my breath. “Get organized. Get organized.” Maybe I should change it to “Chill out. Chill out.” The true fun of Christmas is never under the tree anyway. Of course I’m not sure you could convince the grandbabies of that at their tender age. They get pretty excited about Christmas morning. Thank goodness their parents take care of that excitement time. But I do remember how much fun it was when mine were little.
So since time is flying by and it’s Wednesday, I decided it was time for a few smiles. First I’ll share what one of the ladies who came by the Patriots’ booth at NQC told me. She had bought one of their little flag pins and was fishing in her purse for a dollar bill. She asked me if I knew a woman’s definition of a miracle. I’m sure I looked totally clueless, so she let me in on the secret. It’s when a woman finds what she’s looking for in her first dive down into her purse. Whether you agree with her definition of a miracle or not, one thing is sure. She didn’t experience anything close to a miracle looking for that dollar bill, but on the fourth or fifth dive, she finally found it. She had to work for that pin.
Here are some zany words of advice and a few definitions that make entirely too much sense.
- Plan to be spontaneous – tomorrow.
- On the other hand, you have different fingers. (This one’s my favorite.)
- Mosquito – An insect that makes you like flies better.
- Dust – Mud with the juice squeezed out.
- Yawn – An honest opinion openly expressed. (Hope you weren’t yawning while you read my book.)
- Gossip – A person who will never tell a lie if the truth will do more damage.
- Adult – A person who has stopped growing at both ends and is now growing in the middle. (Ouch! I could have left that one off, couldn’t I?)
Hope something makes you smile every day. Better yet every hour. No, not every minute. That would just be too much. You’d feel like a beauty pageant contestant and your smiling muscles would wear out.