In case you're wondering who the "peanut" is here..it is moi. The name of the blog comes from dusty memories of childhood, when I so desperately wanted to put my two cents in to any conversation I could, but was always rebuffed with, "No comment from the peanut gallery!" Now I'm older and although not much wiser, I have finally found a way to share my two cents worth (even if I'm imagining someone is listening).
And what do I want to share about? Well...a very popular and famous sitcom shared stories about "nothing", and it took off like wildfire. Me? I'm not so original. I want to share about everything. My life has been anything but conventional, that I can tell you. Not unconventional in a I'm-the-bearded-lady-in-a-circus type of way...just unconventional in that stuff seems to happen to me that doesn't seem to happen to anyone else I know. Little every day things sometimes, and really big things other times, but it all adds up to my family and friends saying to me over and over: you should write a book! But I haven't. Because I don't think anyone would believe I'm not making this stuff up.
So..here will be my comments. About life. About MY life. About everything pertaining to life. I'll share with you my life's adventure, if you promise me one thing: you'll find something in it to take away with you, be it funny, inspiring or encouraging.
And today I will leave you with this visual: I am sitting in my office under a tent of plastic which my husband so graciously hung over me while he fixes my ceiling. We had a roof leak two years ago, and although the roof got fixed, the ceiling still had a huge crater in it from where the soggy insulation and board had to be pulled down. We used to have our own construction biz, so my husband knows his stuff in that area, but...alas...the bane of most wives of "professionals"...two years later MY ceiling STILL wasn't fixed. Oh yes..he stuck insulation back up there and covered it with plastic so the bugs wouldn't dive-bomb my head in summer and icicles wouldn't form on my nose in winter, but it was an eyesore. I kept asking and asking, "When are you gonna fix that?" I took his grunts to mean, "Later" of course. But "later" became "never", so I did what all women do in times like that: I resorted to threats. "You fix that or I'm gonna HIRE someone to do it!" That's all it took..lol. Male pride...such a malleable substance when you work it right! So now he's my hero again. Even though I can't see for clouds of sheetrock dust that's assaulting my plastic tent, and I can't concentrate for the banging and scraping and grumbling and whining, and the poor dog is scared and can't crawl any further under my desk if he tried...HEY...I'm getting my ceiling fixed! Yay!
Not one of my "weird" experiences...just a snapshot of my daily life! Welcome to My World! :)
I thought you were "peanut" because you were short... or should I say shorter now.. hee hee
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