Welcome to the Wednesday Hodgepodge, lucky number 117.
117 is a lucky number, right?
Why not try your hand at answering the questions today...when you're through, add a link back to your answers in the linky at the bottom of my post, and then hop around to see what other lucky players had to say. Here's my .02~
Not really. I've been to casinos a handful of times, most recently a week ago with friends. It was a fun day and the casino gave us 'free money' to play with, which I suppose is how people get sucked in and develop a habit. For me it was more about a day out with friends and lunch afterwards. I mean, I'm not tempted to sneak over there while hubs is at work or anything. Ha. Hi Hubs!
Everyone knows I'm kidding, yes?
I've never played bingo for money and I've never bought a lottery ticket. The past few Octobers we've attended a fundraiser for a local cancer hospital that revolves around a big horse race. It's always a great day out and I've written about it on my blog here, here, and here. hmmm...two of those posts have the same title. Bother.
2. Will you be preparing and/or dining on the traditional corned beef and cabbage meal this St. Patrick's Day? Mashed-baked-hash browned-french fried...your favorite way to have potatoes?
I've already bought my roast and am ready to go. It wouldn't be St. Patty's Day without corned beef and cabbage, although sadly we've pretty much cut potatoes out of our diet. Boo. Who doesn't love a potato? Every once in a while we'll have hash browns for breakfast since we like to eat at the diner and they come with your breakfast. If they come with your breakfast you have to eat them, right? My favorite potato is mashed.
3. What's the last thing you felt 'green with envy' over?
Probably my daughter phoning me mid snow storm on Friday to tell me it was 65 degrees and sunny in her neck of the woods.
4. What's at the end of your rainbow?
My girls happily married with families of their own. Good health. Grandbabies.
5. March 12th marks the anniversary of the death of Anne Frank (June 12, 1929 -March, 1945). Anne's diary spent detailing her time spent hiding from the Nazis ranks as one of the best selling books of all time. Besides your blog, do you keep any sort of diary or journal? Was this a habit you developed as a child or is journaling something new for you?
I've always liked to write down my thoughts, and I did try some journaling off and on during my childhood. It wasn't a habit until after my first daughter was born. My notebooks are part record of my days, part prayer journal, and I enjoy looking back at them from time to time. Not too long ago one of my girls was going through something confusing, and I shared with her some of the things I'd written and prayed for her through the growing up years. I think it helped both of us feel better to see how prayer is sometimes answered in ways we don't expect.
There are big gaps of time in my journals where nothing is written, followed by chunks of entries, then more gaps, more entries. Once I let myself off the hook in writing something every day, and just relaxed and wrote when I wanted, it seemed to flow better.
6. What's an item in your home or closet that contains every color of the rainbow.
At this very moment there is an every-color-of-the-rainbow treat I made sitting on my kitchen table. Two in fact, something cute I'm sending my girls for St. Patrick's Day. Shhh...don't tell. I'll post a picture next week.
7. Write a limerick with you as the subject. You can do it!! Just remember this is a family friendly blog...don't make me get out my wooden spoon.
There once was a girl who loved words.
She wrote so that some would be heard.
On travel, mid-life
Being mother and wife
A few were considered absurd.
There once was a mom of two daughters
She loved 'em as much as she oughter
When they were apart
It tore at her heart
Mid life sails thru tricky white waters
Hey, I never said I was a poet.
8. Insert your own random thought here.
I had a million errands to run yesterday, which meant cue the rain. It poured all day long, and I think I got in/out of my car no less than 10 times, most of them with my arms full.
Once I got home I dug into our tax organizer.