Mess’n With Maddy

As if I don’t have anything else better to do with my time, I took a minute or two… three, quite possibly four or more give or take. Okay, more on the giving than the taking side of things but I try to excuse it all as “learning” and therefore not a complete waste of time that would be better spent scrubbing toilets or searching for that unrecognizable stench wafting down from the Farmers bedrooms. My “education” is much more enjoyable than mommy-maid duties and honestly, I just finished all the wash yesterday.

So here’s a picture of Maddy – Miss Is – straight out of the camera. She wasn’t too excited; she had to go to the bathroom and refused to ‘lift her skirt’ and go pioneer style in all the brush and I equally refused to pack up and go two seconds after reaching our destination. Anyway, there it is.

And then this is me playing with all sorts of fancy buttons and virtual tools. A little more pizzazz!

But there are so many things yet to discover. Like this.

Oh! There’s another one, just sitting there all unused and sad-looking!

I’m enjoying the ability to take a hum-drum, not-up-to-snuff picture and tweaking it into something worth printing.

Back to writing my RS lesson for Sunday… not nearly as much fun.

Thankful

Over the past two weeks, the theme of Treasure Hunt Tuesday was visual representations of things I am thankful for. Beside the usual blurbs of family, friends, blessings of both the necessary temporal and the warm & fuzzy spiritual kind, I chose to focus on the more mundane items I take for granted and could hardly imagine life without.

Things like Flotsam and Jetsam, indoor plumbing, a speedy internet connection and a desktop to handle everything I throw at it. (I mean that in the most literal sense of the word.) Latex gloves so I don’t have to touch whatever ick the Farmers leave behind, all hair-styling tools that keep my mane from exposing the true depths of my insanity and the nutrition facts table on the box of White Cheddar Cheez-it my hand seems to be stuck in lately. Not exactly helpful in maintaining the girlish figure, but then again guilt goes a long way.

My fluffy-in-all-the-right-places pillow and a tightly made, downy soft bed. Automatic dishwasher, microwave oven, the fridge and of course, the electricity to run it all.

Spike, the orange tabby cat who found me fit for hiring. He’s an unfailing alarm clock and foot warmer in one. No, I’m not a crazy cat lady and I’m not keeping him bagged up in the dark recesses of my closet, although I sometimes consider the possibility.

I’m thankful for cool, foggy days that remind me of home. Days that put most people off and have them clamoring for their half-empty bottle of Prozac. Rain is an old friend of mine and I welcome the visit.

I suppose this hunt has been rather weak, but given everything else I’ve had on my plate, it’s the best I got. There are so many things I’m thankful for I couldn’t possibly mention, let alone shoot them, to do this post any justice.

Until next week…