Random

I've realized that I won't really keep up with this enough. So I've decided to take the random route of blogging. From here out, I may post about my life, or I may post about the grape soda I'm drinking. It's whatever goes down.
I'll admit, I stole the hyperlink idea from kayla.

I had a craving for carbonation today, so I ran to walgreens and grabbed a grape soda. It was unsatisfying, since I wanted Dr. Pepper.
I like receiving mail, more than I like sending it. I tend to spend hours working on one letter or card.
Butterflies and hydrangeas are ugly. I plan on potting sunflowers this week.

Thursdays are my night of honor

By that statement I mean that on Thursdays I get the den to myself to watch The Deep End, Grey's Anatomy, and Private Practice. I also get to do pretty much whatever I want that night with no interruptions, so I made some cards. Three to be exact... It's such a nice way to just get things out- you focus on the composition of the card more than the crap occurring in your life... next thing you know you have a beautifully crafted card waiting to be mailed to some lucky person.
I'm into this craft until I'm happy mood, because goodness knows there is no reason to be sad. So at the library I grabbed some quilting books and stopped in to check on the local quilting groups. I figured maybe sitting in a huge basement talking to tons of old ladies, sipping tea, and learning to sew quilts would be just up my healthy ally. So I borrowed "More Weekend Quilts" and "Free Stuff for Quilters on the Internet"... of course this passion was spurred on by the fantastic reading of "The Quiltmaker's Gift" by Jeff Brumbeau, which I suggest everyone should read.
That's really all I have to say today... but I will leave you with this beautiful song:
Her daddy gave her, her first pony
Then taught her to ride
She climbed high in that saddle
Fell I don't know how many times
Taught her a lesson that she learned
Maybe a little too well

Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
lessons of life are going to show you in time
soon enough your gonna know why
it's gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry

She grew up
She got married
Never was quite right
She wanted a house, a home and babies
He started coming home late at night
She didn't let him see it break her heart
She didn't let him see her fall apart

'cause Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
lessons of life are goinna' show you in time
soon enough your gonna know why
it's gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry

Phone rang early one morning
Her momma's voice, she'd been crying
Said it's your daddy, you need to come home
This is it, I think he's dying
She laid the phone down by his head
The last words that he said

Cowgirl don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
Lessons of life show us all in time
Too soon God lets you know why
If you fall get right back on
Good Lord calls everybody home
Cowgirl don't cry