My brain does not work like everyone else's, or maybe they have better filters than I do. I think odd things, remember more than I should, and have enough trivia shoved into my brain that it takes up the space of normal stuff. I'm also a homeschooler, a mom for two kids with special needs, a gluten-free/diabetic friendly cook, and an amateur writer. If you read this blog, expect the unexpected.
Showing posts with label Errant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Errant. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Back Pain
I've spent the day in excruciating pain. I went to the chirpractor, got temporarily fixed, and put it out again fifteen minutes later by capturing the baby and wrangling him into his car seat. My friend C has it much worse than I. She also had a car accident -- years ago. Her back was actually fractured and not fixed properly. She's spent seven years being fed pills instead of having any sort of actual treatment. So me whining about my aching back proves that I am a wimp. Somehow knowing that doesn't make me feel any more like doing the rhumba or cleaning my house. So now I'm a wimp with a messy house. Tsk, tsk.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Alas, No Pot of Gold
Yesterday, I saw something I'd never seen before -- the end of a rainbow. I was driving home from Target in the rain. This storm has been moving east, and that was the direction I was facing. Behind me the sunshine had emerged, and in front of me the rain was still falling, creating the perfect conditions for a rainbow. But the way it fell, the rainbow dropped right to the pavement and I could see the whole length.
Rainbows, while beautiful, have never looked solid. I found myself wondering, as I drove home, how anyone ever imagined you could slide on one, touch one or dig beneath one. Did they know the stories they created would inspire children's imaginations for centuries? Did they know the stories and the legends that sprung from them would be the bane of every little person with red hair?
Rainbows, while beautiful, have never looked solid. I found myself wondering, as I drove home, how anyone ever imagined you could slide on one, touch one or dig beneath one. Did they know the stories they created would inspire children's imaginations for centuries? Did they know the stories and the legends that sprung from them would be the bane of every little person with red hair?
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Oh my, another new blog
I can't help myself. I want some place to post the myriad of subjects that race through my brain -- trouble is my many other sites each have a function. So here I am... Another. I'm hoping that if people see the title, "Errant Thoughts", they will understand that it may cover writing, cooking, homeschooling, couponing, or just whatever runs through my head. Maybe I'll never have any readers and that's good too.
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