Love love love love love this post about Pinterest!!

Even though I get on there and click away... actually, not anymore. Most times these days I'm taking stuff off. I wiped out several boards around Christmastime and lost bunches of followers... which is awesome, I HATE it that people can follow me... and couldn't have been happier when they came up with 'secret boards'. I'm MORE than happy to share what I find with people, I'm prolly TOO open about almost (note: almost!) every area of my life... but there are times you just want to keep some things to yourself... like a deeply personal problem or health issue. Anyway, the author expresses exactly how I feel about it... I love Pinterest... and yet, I loathe it, too. I've very much tried to keep my own personal style... and there have been times where I've thought "I'm sure people that see what I pin must wonder what on earth I'm thinking".... Guess what? I don't care. And I haven't. I may have thousands of pins, but I have stuck with my guns on what *I* love.

http://www.vintagerevivals.com/2014/01/pinterest-and-the-pacman-problem.html

I can TOTALLY relate...

Playing an old game.....

..... Ally and I. It happened as we were driving down Ustick Rd. the other day and saw a car with a Hawaii license plate.... then 20 seconds later Connecticut and Pennsylvania. Now, if you've never been on Ustick Rd, you might not understand the significance of that. Ally got Alaska yesterday. Guess I better get out more.

2017

Many many moons since my last post. I do think about it every once in a while..... posting, that is. I only keep this blog for myself. And while it says that it gets visits from places like Russia, Germany, China, France, the Middle East, and the US... I think it's probly mostly people that stumble across it looking for what a sweet potato is. This blog keeps me honest. With myself. I'm pretty much an open book to the rest of the world, there are only a few things that I keep absolutely cocooned up tightly... maybe cocooned up tightly isn't the right phrase? Maybe more like tucked away in the drawer of an old dresser that belonged to an ancestor and is kept in a corner of the attic? Hmm. Now I'm thinking how tranquil and secluded that would be... quiet, still. I'd need an overstuffed chair with a blankie and a lamp... and I'd fall asleep next to the dresser, holding those things I keep to myself. But, I digress. I totally want ...

Trewly

God, shield my beloved, my white dove. And the.... .... child that she may one day bear. Preserve her from violence.... ..... and from harm. In this place.... .... and every place. On this night... .... and on every night.

Sweet Potators

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