Happy Good Friday

In honor of Good Friday... I am going to make an effort to be more upbeat and positive, despite what I believe to be some really rough things going on in my life. Maybe a positive demeanor will do me some good. I've already started working out more and I didn't even wait until {be}Good Friday to start.

Some other goals include:
-get going on some craftiness for CCPW
-utilize more Polaroid love before it goes away for good.
-simplify. simplify. simplify.
-think happy thoughts.

I can only handle 4 right... baby steps.

oh, p.s. I just want to clarify what happened to spur my last post. You see... my friend Jean and I share a love for garden gnomes. We both have this little guy that may seem familiar to you b/c he's from the Travelocity commercials. Anyway... he's been in my garden for a couple of years now and he's weathered looking and faded, but I still adore him and always carefully decide where he will stand every time I plant new flowers in my garden bed. Well, the other day I came home to find him on the ground, broken in half. That day I got my normal mail, but also a package from UPS. I can only assume that it was one of these two delivery people that knocked him over in the midst of their daily scurry to get their jobs done in a timely fashion. What gets my goat is that they probably didn't even bother to turn around or think for a minute to leave a note (to apologize) or at least pick him up and put him back in the flower bed. I mean, although these people are strangers to me (technically not my post-man, if he in fact was on duty that day, he's friendly and we've chatted at length on many an occasion), they are a step above COMPLETE strangers because they KNOW. WHERE. I. LIVE. As my friend Donna said, I was VIOLATED!!! (she only used one exclamation point). Anyway... I'm sure I will just glue him back together. The silver lining is that he's only broken into two pieces, not too hard to glue back together. He will now have a battle wound, but he won't complain. He's cool that way. In the meantime, Mr. Postman (I will be having a chat with you this summer, I am sure of it) and Mr./Mrs. UPS person... don't forget Karma and what it can do to you. Don't be surprised if one day you find a flaming bag of dog poo in your mailbox (not my doing... KARMA'S doing!).