Common Ground

I was taking care of my mom’s plants while she was away. I am really not good at plant care.

I was heading over there one Sunday and Emilie says,

“How’s that been going?”

“Not well, I’m afraid”.

“What do you think your not doing well?”

“Well, I should be talking to the plants a lot more. That would help a lot. But I find it really difficult. To be honest, we don’t have that much in common.”

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Count!

I LOVE math!!

The answer is either right or wrong.

It’s not up to interpretation like most things in this world.

It’s the one thing in life you can really COUNT on!! πŸ˜‰

Bubble movements


One of my favourite parts of being pregnant was feeling the baby move around. I am 9 years out from having felt that feeling, so whenever stomach problems arise, I like to pretend those stomach bubbles moving around are the movements of a small baby. This may sound ridiculous, but not as ridiculous as my friend having her husband feel the baby move around in her pregnant belly, and then realizing they were sharing a loving moment cooing over her stomach’s air bubbles (read fas and bloating) and Not their baby. Now that’s ridiculous πŸ™‚

I can bend over again!

This made me laugh. I remember after I gave birth to my first, at the hospital i dropped my toothbrush and thought “oh no! I’ll never see it again!” Then i realized i had given birth and attempted to bend over something i had become accustomed to not doing anymore. And to my delight, the hard bump was gone and i was able to get something I dropped. I was elated. I thought “what next? Could it be? Am i really considering taking over the job of tying my own shoes again? Hallelujah!” And right then and then in the bathroom in the hospital, still in my open butt hospital gown, i did my happy dance! Shimmy shimmy shake shake 😜