A Message from the Divine?

Over the years I have heard of images appearing in clouds, trees, even on toast.  This morning I had an experience I won't soon forget.  When I staggered to make my breakfast as I always do in the wee hours of morn, I opened the pantry door.  As I grabbed for my container of oatmeal (Grandpa you should be so proud of me eating oatmeal every day!) I dropped it on the floor.  The end result was as follows:

As I wearily grabbed the broom and dustpan to clean it up, this appear to me in the flakes, no hulls, no meal, whatever you call a single oatmeal piece.

I will heed this warning and urge others to do the same.

New BFF

As you may or may not know, I have always enjoyed brushing my teeth.  Sometimes perhaps I go at it a little too vigorously and after advice of my dentist have been trying to remedy this in the last few years (much to my gums' happiness).  Last July after having braces cemented to my teeth, having clean teeth became even more important to me.  No one understands "Do I have any food in my teeth?" better than my husband after me eating something containing spinach while wearing braces.  It wasn't pretty.

To sum up.....me....teeth clean freak....braces....even freakier....always looking for new and improved methods of cleaning.

Enter.....last year's Mother's Day gift.  Some mothers may want expensive chocolate, diamonds, perfumes, but not me.  I asked for a powered toothbrush that I had been admiring from a distance at the dentist office.  I can be a bit shy at first, warming up slowly to someone before smothering them with my needy personality so shifted into a snail's pace.  I held the sample in my hand, even went so far as to take a coupon home.  But I waited, wondering if I was worth it.  Weighing the pros and cons.  Also unfortunately she was a wee bit expensive.  The term champagne tastes on a beer income comes to mind.  But on Mother's Day when asked what I wanted, I threw it out there.  "Really?" my husband asked.  "Yes.  I am ready to take the plunge."

Enter....my new BFF.  I love her.  She has been there for me morning, afternoon and night.  Actually anytime that I feel the need to be freshened up.  At first I was a bit sensitive to her moves.  Apparently I have ticklish lips.  Now we have settled into a well-oiled give and take relationship.   Okay,  I am taking most of the time, but she is just so doggone generous.  She gently massages my gums and cleans my teeth, even late at night when I don't have the energy to offer much.   I just prop myself against the wall and let her have at it.

Best....Mother's....Day....gift....ever.  The gift that keeps on cleaning?

Here's a couple shots of us doing what BFFs do...sipping tea and laughing at the Facebook posts.

Double or Nothing

My sister in law, Rose, has a wonderful father.  He is sweet, full of life and fun to be around.  I thought of him tonight as he taught high school English for an unknown number of years and was often heard to recite the importance of the 5 P's.  His P's are as follows:  Proper planning prevents poor performance.  Words of wisdom, me thinks.   

I thought of him as I was standing at the kitchen counter placing pasta in baggies filled with alcohol and dye, my mind wandered as it does.  Sometimes my mind wanders somewhat similar to the pathway taken by the little children in the popular comic, The Family Circus.  This way.  That way.  Here.  There.  Everywhere. 

Anyhow, my mind wandered his 5 P's which I altered to the 10 P's related to my task.  Proper planning prepares pretty pink partially purple pasta por preschool.  Not 5, but 10.  I doubled it.  Yea baby. 

Okay. I may be stretching it with the por. 

Here's a picture of my inspiration:   Pretty pasta por preschool.

I want to end with a P word that means AWESOME but my brain can't wander in that direction.  Please insert own P word here.


'ppreciate it.

Boo!

 

Here are Ben Obi Wan Kenobi (yes it is a modified Duck Dynasty beard).  Apparently Obi Wan discovered Grecian formula in his older years.  Then there is Gandalf from the Lord of the Rings.  After trick or treating Ethan returned and exclaimed, "I AM NOT DUMBLEDORE!"  I guess he was a victim of mistaken identity.   Finally we have Bob Chandler.  Who you say?  Well, Will's best buddy Ethan has enlightened him to the ways of said B. Chandler, the inventor of Bigfoot, the first monster truck.  Will did not want to wear a beard but was tickled to carry Big Foot 5 around town...complete with working headlights and a license plate.  Oh yeah!