The last couple of days–wet, chilly and quite FMS-unfriendly–have not strictly been the most productive for me. However, I did get some rest including actual restorative sleep (a rarity for me) involving several really nice dreams. I got up this morning in a happy mood, moving fairly well. Benny and I enjoyed a good cuddle on the sole day each week he doesn’t have to get up and head to the salt mines. Amongst his many fine qualities, he’s an extremely cuddly kind of dude. 😉
I’ve been visiting Facebook and snaffling some images and words of wisdom and inspiration I enjoyed, as well as playing with some images of Mr. A. Thought I would share them with you all as I hope you are having a restful, fun, inspiring kind of Sunday (or good Monday, as the case may be).
And some in all ways: looks, personality, character. *sigh*
courtesy of Joane Severin at Facebook
Courtesy of Ms. Gigglepants via Twitter and Tumblr
Courtesy of My Life-My Rules-My Attitude at Facebook
Oh, Porter. Look at you. You’ve been through hell and high water, and you still look steely-eyed and determined–and gorgeous.
As for me, I feel every one of my 52 years and then some. A lot of “somes.” I have popped the muscle relaxer and the ibuprofen and fired up the heating pad to maximum velocity. The photos are now exporting from Lightroom to a subfolder on the desktop.
It will take a while.
I thought I took 500 or so photos. It was 706. How in the heck did you take that many, my husband asked me.
I guess it had something to do with the 110 or so contestants and trying to get decent photos of each of them. I try to hold my camera very steady as I am shooting and, Porter, my shoulders are now screaming at me. And my back and hips. It was a long night.
I keep thinking of that Danny Glover tagline in the Lethal Weapon movies. “I am getting too old for this sh*t.” Danny, you and me both, my friend.
I know my various aches and pains, as loudly as they are screaming at me presently, are nothing compared to what you’ve been through, Sergeant, what with being shot and stabbed and water-boarded and beaten. You take it all with such amazing toughness and stoicism and then promise in the end to kill every last one of the bastards and rescue the girl and you manage to do it!
I don’t want you to kill anybody, just put a can of whup-ass on this pain, if possible. I trust you to be able to do it, too.
I believe in the Powah of the Portah.
Rescue me, JP, as only a genuine Armitage hero can . . .
I am not very good at keeping my New Year’s resolutions. But I thought of some I’d like to tackle. Richard and his ChaRActers helped me out with the illustrations. Some are very tongue-in-cheek and others more serious. Here are some of them: