Watering Dead Plants

I am a murderer.  Of flowers and plants that is.

For whatever reason, when I was born, the part of your brain that has the capacity to take care of living things such as flowers, plants, and other blooming items, was completely left out of me.  But I have tried.

And tried.

And tried. Continue reading

The Long Way

I don’t know who said it, but I need it printed on a t-shirt, bumper sticker, and a coffee mug please.  Fairly certain my picture should be right there with it as well.

I am the QUEEN of mistakes. Stupid mistakes. Silly mistakes. Totally avoidable mistakes.

You would think with each mistake I would learn…but I don’t.

Maybe it’s because my aunt dropped me on my head in the grocery store when I was a 2 year old. Maybe it was because I sat on my family’s kerosene heater when I was 5 and burned my fanny. Perhaps it was the piece of coal my friend’s brother threw at my head when I was 12. Or….maybe….I am just a little dense and Learning  things the hard way, seems to be the only way that works for me. Continue reading