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Sunday, September 8, 2013
September 8th Challenge
it’s Christina –
is another glorious day in Central New Jersey. Although I do not like the cold
weather and the changing weather does send my back into spasms, I do love crisp
nights and warm sunny days. Usually it means you’ve tired yourself out all day because
you can get work done outside because there is no oppressive heat and then you
sleep like a rock burrowed under the covers.
last night I wasn’t so lucky. This being only the second full day of this type
of weather, my back was so cramped up, every time I went to move it was a
breath stealing endeavor. I didn’t get a heck of a lot of sleep last night.
Hopefully I will have better luck tonight.
is the first day of Sunday school at our church, and much to my daughter’s
chagrin, she needs to get her butt out of bed to be there. She will be part of
the Confirmation class and one of its requirements is Sunday school attendance.
She grumbles and complains, but after she gets there and gets involved with the
kids, she’s fine. I just wish we didn’t have to go through the song and dance
we get home from church, I am going to thaw out something to have for a good
old fashioned Sunday dinner. I am going to straighten the house and make sure
everything is finished before 7:30 so we can watch the Giants v. Cowboys game
uninterrupted. What do you think the chances are of spotting my son at the
game? LOL, yeah, I know, almost less than zero. It doesn’t mean I’m not going
I hope you have a wonderful day, and
Your Last Challenge was:
Go ahead, close your eyes, make a wish
and blow. I know you want to. I promise not to tell anyone.
Blowing dandelion wishes or popping the
heads off when they are still yellow, holding buttercups up under your chin to
see if they reflect alerting everyone you like butter, catching fireflies and
keeping them in a mason jar; all precious moments from our childhood. Memories
of a much simpler time; a time when our biggest worry was if we’d be allowed to
stay up an extra half hour or if our grandmother would like the necklace we
made her out of dandelion stems. A time we would all love to revisit.
But who says we can’t? What is stopping
you from taking a moment to catch a firefly and let him go? From reaching down,
grabbing a fat, yellow dandelion and thumb-popping the head to see how far it
will fly? So next time you see a dandelion ball, pick it, bring it up to your
mouth, close your eyes, make a wish and blow…
Next Challenge is:
Describe the very first time you saw a movie on the big
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong,
just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to
criticize what someone else has written. Go.