Two's company....three's an arguement

I'm sorry...

I've been thinking a lot about apologies...and how sometimes they turn into justifications.

What to....Where?

My Daddy used to tell me..."Never let thinking that you "don't have anything to wear" keep you from showing up. Folks might...or might not remember what you wore...but they will remember how good it was to be with you.
Never let an "outfit" be the reason you didn't go." I remind myself of those words all the time. They're Part of the reason I developed my quirky style...I may look mismatched...but I'm here!
Now go put a pin on it and have a great time!

And BINGO was his name-o

Sometimes it feels like even the "free" spot comes with a price. But you know, when things line up...it's a really good feelin'. Here's wishin' you a BINGO kinda day!

Bumpy Ride

I bet there is not a survivor out there who thinks of them self as courageous. 

If you’re like me, it’s just about gittin’ through to the other side of whatever. 

I’m always grateful for the floaters I can grab onto for a bit, but trust me, it doesn’t take much courage to “hang in there”…considerin’ the alternatives.

Cap and Crown

I am blessed to know so many caring women.  I have to say they continue to amaze me.  But I worry too.  It seems most spend so much time taking care of others...that they forget to take care of themselves.  With all the hours in the day...and all the days in the week...all I can ask is that you claim one for yourself. 
Caps off  Sisters! 
(For Little Loddett)