Diaries Magazine
Truth Is Thursday!
Posted on the 13 October 2011 by ThefriskyvirginTruth is: This week has been hectic and a little more than a little stressful, which means my ability to write and read has been stifled. I promise to catch up.
Truth is: I've said the sh*! word too much this week. You know I try not to swear, but this one popped up a few times. I blame the Cowboys bye week. I didn't have a Cowboys game or NFL refs to get feisty with, so I guess the word just had to slip out a time or two or three or four...or five. Very bad.
Truth is: Hazel is featuring bloggers and passing a truly lovely award to each of them. It's such an amazing, wonderful idea and I'm truly honored to be included among the recipients. She is an absolute sweetheart and I couldn't be happier to have met such a special friend through this blogging world. Thank you so much, Hazel! I will be posting the award on Monday, just to make those dreaded Mondays a little more fun and a little bit brighter. :)
Truth is: When I give someone a hug, I give them a real hug.
Truth is: While digging around for a DVD, I saw my Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs disc. I then realized how much I would love to dig for diamonds and rubies and emeralds with Dopey, Happy, Sneezy, Doc, Grumpy, Bashful, and Sleepy. Moreover, in that moment, I seriously wanted to find a wishing well and wish I could sing Someday My Prince Will Come without feeling chunks begin to rise up in my throat.
Truth is: My dad now has a "pet" spider and Mom is none too thrilled. It all started when he spotted this giant spider on their porch. Apparently, it reminded him of "big old friendly garden spiders" he used to see as a kid. Mom was intent on getting rid of it while he went to the store, but Dad countered with, "Don't kill my spider."
Now, I'm smack dab in the middle--Mom wants rid of it (can totally see why--it's big, multicolored, and scary as all heck), while Dad is trying to sell me on the idea that Harry is harmless (yes, he named the spider).
What is it with men and spiders? Either they hate them or they find them fascinating.
As for me? I'd just like to call Orkin.