You guessed it. Another title from the Random Titles To Stimulate The Imagination page. haha I know, I'm on a weird roll... whatever.
I was thinking of posting a video today, but then I got mad at myself for "copping out" and taking the easy way of posting a video. I hate when I feel void of anything interesting or worthy to say. I know this is blogging, and not every post has to be pure gold, but I like to at least feel like I put a little of myself out there and at least remotely entertained or made you guys think.
I got mixed reviews about the 'ball sack pen holder' from my last post. I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself it was hilarious looking to me. I'm thinking of getting Mr. J to pose for a ball sack pen holder, but if I do rest assured that it will blow that ball sack out of the water... the man has an admirable ball sack. ((giggles to self)) I know what you're all thinking, nobody's ball sack is more attractive than ball sack, right?? (If you're a guy mainly). Well I guess everyone is a bit biased in regard to ball sacks. It's all good, and I totally understand. I would make a personal ball sack sculpture for each of you if I had the time, and I wasn't tied to just the one magnificent ball sack... Did anyone count how many times I said ball sack in this paragraph? Just curious.
Ok, weekend update as I didn't post yesterday. My trip to Mom's house went well, they seemed to be doing fine. I've determined that I am going to have to set-up some sort of personal rule for myself to go down on designated days at least maybe once a week to check on Mom and offer my services to help her. She won't call and ask us, but she made it clear that she used to do that to my grandmother and that's 'the way she is', so I took the hint that she was never going to ask for help, but she fully expected that if we care, or worry then we need to make our own decisions and come down, not ask, just do... so that's what I'm going to do. I know it is hard on her taking care of my father in his declining diabetic condition, after all she's not even 100 pounds soaking wet, and stronger than anyone I know still, but she has a hard time. He has good days and bad days, she mostly just has stressful days... I want to help, I am just going to have to follow my gut instinct and do what I deem necessary. She'll appreciate it and know that I really meant well.
I don't have to "grow up" and lose my childlike innocence to "TCB" (Take Care of Business). LOL I can do what needs to be done and then revert back into my dreamland afterwards. I have to be strong and make it through everything that's coming my way because after all this is our "Earth Reality", and I know that my lessons in this phase are not yet over, and I'm sure I'll have many things to go through. If I got any of the good things from my Mom, I will survive like her... Just so glad I have her, as well as my Dad coursing through my veins... I know I can do anything, if I just have the proper motivation (that's the gene that I am lacking). :)
Anyways, enough drab rambling from me... hope your week starts well and ends well as well... AJ x