Didn't wanna get out of bed this morning. 'Specially didn't wanna go clean the puppy's room. Don't wanna face the week. Feel like the subject of this fantastic painting. Wish I was on some tropical beach alone without a care in the world.
Am I strange? Never mind, don't answer that -- I know I am, but do you share the same sentiments about Mondays sometimes? I think I'm just tired to the bone. But this too shall pass. I'm grateful to be alive and well and here to greet another day...even if it is a Monday. And even if I do have to take the second sick teenager to the doctor today. The upper respiratory funk is going around like wildfire, closing some schools and offices. Double ug.
You only have til midnight tomorrow to cast your vote on how many beads are in the stack of Mardi Gras strands pictured for a chance to win a delicious King Cake. {Original post here, under the lasagna recipe.}
I'll be talking about the traditions of Mardi Gras in the next few days, so stay tuned. Do any of you non-Louisiana folks know the catch phrase for parade day? Someone will put it in a comment, I'm sure. :)
Ever check your stat counter data? Fun info. awaits if you can decipher it! Some of the search phrases visitors plugged into an engine and then stumbled into Gumbo Writer last week made me smile:
- right brain left brain
- what i gonna be when i grow up
- poop poetry
- nest duck gumbo recipes
- how to calm myself before going to the dentist
- redneck time out
Hope all of you out there in BlogLand are doing swell and finding opportunities to let your talents shine (for they are many), and that your own Monday is any color but blue.
My mom has another MRI scheduled tomorrow, so all prayers lobbed would be greatly appreciated, as the progress of her glio blastoma is checked. For those blessedly unfamiliar with this mysterious brain tumor disease, it's the same kind Ted Kennedy has.
"See ya" again tomorrow. Now, I'm comin' to visit YOU.
{Image from photobucket.com}
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