Just because it's in my head...

Us humans - we have odd natures, and we can do some rather entertaining stuff.

Take the other day, and let's use Brod as my example.

Hectic, as it always is in the kitchen - cause I'm a lazy slob, and Brod is running around wanting a can opener. For the express purpose of opening a can of peaches, because,"it's a Sunday, and you always need a dessert on a Sunday, after lunch".

Said can opener has been plonked into the sink - prior to being plonked in my wonderful dishwasher.

'Sorry Brod, it's in the sink, you'll have to wash it.'

'Humph....nooooooo!' moans Brod, 'I won't wash it, I'll make waffles instead'.

Really?

For the inconvenience of washing a can opener...he made waffles instead.

Baffles the mind.

M

Brod's Birthday Fun with the Family...19th July

Just another day...

I happened upon today in a rather ordinary sort of way.

But it is different. It has to be.

And it certainly should be remembered.

Because a year ago today - my dad died.

There will be no big event to celebrate his life today - my family are busy with their commitments and life.

But his place is still there, in my happy memories, and I am happy to find him there.

His laughter, his hanky flicking, his hugs and his sleeping on the couch through our gatherings.

I love you dad.

xxx

Melissa a.k.a The Smosh.

We flew away to the mountains & it was good

This past Wednesday I found myself packing up my Blue Opel Zafira with lots of bags & food & kiddie stuff...and I put my kids and mom in there too...and together we went on an adventure. To see what we could see. 3 hours later, and my arms were a bit jelly like after a 40km drive over a dirt road, we arrived at Bushmans Nek. At Rocky Ridge.  We walked alot, hiked a cute mountain among baboons, swam in ice water, and sat by fires in the evening. And it was just grand. Simple pleasures bring me much happiness.

And Friday morning early I awoke to a knock on the bedroom window - and there was gallant Brod with his guitar bag in hand. Woosh - off my feet:) He does that.

Is it better to be right or happy?

I read something this past week...that when you are in an argument, stop and consider...is it more important for me to be right or happy? I would truthfully rather be happy.  That's a better place to be at.  I learnt this lesson many, many years ago - while sitting in a bath tub in a far away land. So it hit me quite forcefully when I read it.

I would rather be happy alot - than right all the time. There is more often a happier curve on my mouth.

xxx
Melis