nancymauerman.com

cartoon

I like John’s attitude; Symptoms associated with his leukemia are bothering him but when I asked, “Are you feeling poorly?” he said, “I feel well and it hurts.”nancymauerman.com

I get distracted when I think too much.  nancymauerman.com

What food do you never feed a monk who’s taken a vow of silence? Beansnancymauerman.com

The sky’s the limit. So dig in.
If you’re fit to be tied; let yourself go.
Don’t let the cat out of the bag unless there’s something in it for you.
Feeling bad, doesn’t feel good.
Keep your chin up but watch your step.
There’s no time like the present to reminisce.
When things are looking up; don’t look down.
Rise above the downtrodden.
Reach for the stars when you’re feeling low.
Follow your dreams unless they’re nightmares.
In a heat wave cooler heads prevail.
The last time I saw Salt Lake I was in Kansas.
The high and mighty are lowlifes.
Keep your powder dry and your nose clean.
A little pain never hurt anyone.
If you can’t remember something just keep in mind it’s better than dementia.
Can you have a decent night’s sleep if you sleep in the nude?  nancymauerman.com

At twenty I was away from home, married, and finally free to enact brilliance. My brilliance was so obvious to me but eluded others. This meant I could put things off, not pick things up, and never have to put things away! I was free, free at last to procrastinate and be happy for the rest of my life! But within days I began suffering from that happiness. Things not maintained, chores not done, bills past due, dirty clothes, in house litter, groceries, they all built up. My brilliance was bogging me down.
A second wave of brilliance hit me. I looked at one of my past due jobs, it was a week and a half old, and I realized it was an hour project. At some point in the future it would still take that hour. It took one hour either now or an hour then then. But in the mean time I’d been SAVORING THE DREAD. The dreads of my life were overlapping and dragging me down into a dark place of mud and stink.
A third epiphany hit, why do I rush through ice cream and savor the dread?

I didn’t change overnight but today the stitch in time saves my soul. To change at all is a miracle as much as changing lemonade back into lemons.
John has lots of project so a Messy desk; messy with a capital ‘M’. Stuff just piles up! John’s solution: get a smaller desk! Step number one.  nancymauerman.com

What do Peruvian Gyros look like?
Dali Llamas  nancymauerman.com

I’d taken one of those phone calls and received an empty sound, hung up, and muttered about it. John said, “Don’t worry about it. It’s just one of my girlfriends.”
My come back, “Waiting for her pineapple no doubt!” because he’d given me a nice big juicy one instead of flowers. See February 14’s blog if your curious.  nancymauerman.com

This is a picture of Valentine “flowers!”
Among my friends I’ve often heard,”He treats me like a queen!” and every time that relationship ends; and not does it end, but it ends in a hideously horrible manner. Plus John has told me “Flowers are a way a guy says, ‘Look at this (because I don’t want you to noticed I’ve done you wrong.)’  I used to wonder at guys looking and studying over flowers for the just right ones. They looked desperate enough that you’d think they were picking out an accessory for themselves like a coffin!
If you think my flowers look strange take a look at last year’s Mother’s day gift.  It was even more of a surprise so I blogged it.  It was, and still is, typically bought for bathrooms and not as a celebratory gift.  These Are Valentine flowers!  nancymauerman.com

John removed his favorites, slipped them into his pocket, and all the while I was talking to Bart and Annette, who brought the Christmas delights. John had started by sampling them, while I talked, he left the room without a word to bring back a bag, as I talked. And before Bart and Annette left he LOCKED OUR BEST COOKIES IN THE SAFE, the safe I can’t remember how to get into. I was still taking!
“You can’t have all those chocolate ones; they’re the best!” I complained while Bart was still here as a witness because I’d noticed he’d laughed his way half out of his chair. “How do you know they’re the best?” John asked. “Because I ate all of them from the mixed cookies I brought home from Quilting Group.” I answered and It’s beginning to dawn on me why He talks so little when company drops by….he’s not shy or circumspect…he’s a covetous, schemer,  stealer of COOKIES and I wonder what else he has in the safe?  nancymauerman.com