A small village

On December 26, 2016 I officially started this blog. The intention was to prove that there was humorous side to mental and physical anguish. Not an easy task, but I like a challenge. Last night I realized that I’m steadily growing in followers, nothing dramatic but impressive to me considering I don’t advertise.

It reminded me of a saying- If you make one person happy every day in five years you would have brighten up a small village.

Thank you for being my village.

Leave it to him

Tonight my husband walks in from the garage carrying dinner and his phone is playing I would do anything for love by Meatloaf. I busted up laughing.

When I asked him if he had planed it he said no – he had actually had a conversation earlier that day about the artist Meatloaf and just decided to listen. I busted up laughing again.

Please no spoilers

I’ve started watching Downton Abby and find myself pulled into the time. My old fashion ideas would fit nicely there but I’m afraid that like so many women I would not have survived childbirth. If my childhood had allowed me to even get to that age – medicines and the practices of the time could not have saved me and I know that during that era many were without the understanding of mental illness as we know it today. Think how much has changed in the last 100 year.

(I’m only on season 4 so don’t tell me how it ends.)

Memory Lane

We had a family gathering today with my daughters boyfriends and another couple that their age that we have adopted for my dads ?? Birthday. It was quite the crowd for us – doubling our numbers. After dinner we watched old videos of when the girls were little and laughed our heads off at how much they have and have not changed. I’m very grateful to my family for these memories.