I’ll start this by saying that I’m as down as I’ve been in awhile. I had two events scheduled that were getting me through some dark days–two gatherings with friends. I’m now missing both of those because of The Way I Am. And it is very difficult to not be angry when that happens; you can be angry with yourself for not being tougher, at God for whatever you want to blame God for today, at the weather for being ugly. But I decided a few years ago that anger is too dangerous to spend at random, so I’m very careful about when I allow myself to go there. And now is not a time to go there. So now I’m going to do this Count Your Blessings thing, but it’s not counting my blessings because I think that’s fickle. Because really, in the long view, curses are blessings as well. When you count the things that only appear to be blessings at the moment you cheat yourself. (I just typed “yerself”. What?!?)
Anyway, since it’s Friday and I’m the Magpie who loves Shiny stuff this is an ode to wonderful things, to shiny things.
I stuck fake gems and sparkly monkey stickers all over my Kindle case. It was an inexpensive case–not one of those $50 leather deals–and I got tired of trying to figure out which end was which. So now I know right off. Also, I love fake gems, I love monkeys. I love sparklies. I love being different, and having unique twists on things. I like people to be able to look at all the Kindles piled up at my parents’ house and automatically say “that’s Kathy’s.” Of course I’d rather they not call me Kathy.
Your family calls you Kathy, too? Sigh–I’ve been Kat to my friends since 1983 and my family still calls me Kathy, and it’s still like nails on a chalkboard every time….But I love them, so I deal
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I have nothing on my Nook cover because I love how nice and plain it looks, although if I ever found an amazing sticker (decal?) I’d consider snazzing it up. I do have a sparkly beetle sticker on my phone to differentiate it from my son’s-does that count?
Hee!! Depending on which era my friends are from I’m Kat, Kate, Katherine, Coble, KC. But those from the early days still call my Kathy against every one of my strongest wishes.
It’s pretty much a given that if they knew me before 1989 they’ll call me Kathy. Thanks to FB a lot of the Kathy-callers have re-entered my life. I’m glad to have them back but really hope they stick with pronouns in my case.
Oooh! Sparkly Beetle! Of course it counts!
Pardon the brevity and the typos. This was sent from my iPhone.
I stuck fake gems and sparkly monkey stickers all over my Kindle case.
I have bleary eyes and a headache going on, so I misread this at first as “fake gems and sparkly money.” And I thought, “oooh, sparkly money? that sounds so cool!” And now I want my money to be sparkly: when I was down, or bored, I could take it out of my wallet and play with it. Thank you for that lovely image.
I read it the same way! I think I picked up the dollar sign from the line below. My brain does that, conflating words that are nearly neighbors. Then I look closer, and no, it didn’t say that at all. Sigh.
I wish I had a pet monkey (no, I don’t).