C is for CrAzY!!! which, sometimes, I feel...Remember Dali: "I am not a Madman!!"
C is for Chicken- I love to eat it fried, baked, grilled, in salad and in Blogs like this and this.
C is for the calluses on my Grandfathers hands. I remember sitting next to him in the big black Ford truck and he would hold my hand and I would marvel at all his "hard work" showing on his hands.
C is for Children and the joy they bring into your life.
C is for carnations- made from tissue or real, they take me back to the times when the only flowers we could afford for my Mom were carnations. My Brother and I would take all of our saved allowance and walk down to Ruby Carson's Flower shop at the end of the street and buy her as big a vase as we could get. Ruby always put in lots of baby's breath and she'd slip me little pipe cleaner bees.
C is for Comment...it's confounding to me to see that I might have 678 or 547 visitors each day and 4 comments. My Visitors are quiet...Do they not know how to type? Is my Content so Capricious that it isn't worth a comment? What a conundrum.... sorry, I couldn't resist..perhaps most of them are concerned that typepad won't let them comment- much the way I am with Google/Blogger Blogs....
B is for Blogging which gives me an outlet: for my voice to be heard and my art to be seen.
B is for Bears that I used to make.
B is for Battle star Gallactica and when it comes Back!!
B is for Books that I love to read. Like The Janet Evanovich series that I wait so long for and then wait longer till it shows up at Goodwill for 60% off ! I used to buy them at full price but then would always see first editions at Goodwill! I love the suspense- but it almost kills me!
B is for Broken Hearts. Everyone is broken eventually- that's what life does- it breaks you and then you (hopefully) heal stronger.
B is for Baking Bread and all that goes with the experience. Kneading, rising, forming. The smells are heavenly.
B is for barns along the highway. I love to stop and take pictures of the ancient barns I see from here to Georgia or Tn.
B is for Bees. I love honey. (I loved the book by Sue Monk Kidd- The Secret Life Of Bees). I would love to learn beekeeping someday. But only if I had a field of lavender or a grove of oranges or peaches for them to make their honey from.
B is for Bunting, which I love to see blowing in the breeze strung on the balconies.
B is for Baby which Lexi is going to have...soon!
B is for Baskets, I used to weave. I still love the tactile feeling- when you caress a woven basket in your hands- it must be my Cherokee Great-Grandmothers because it makes my blood sing.
B is for Breakfast in Bed. It always sounds so nice until the crumbs are in the sheets.
B is for Buttons. I love them so! It started with my Great Grandmother's jar of buttons in her cupboard. I just wanted to look at them all and she would tell me stories of the clothes they were on.
B is for Brother Buried in Boredom. My Brother loves to use the word Ennui. Like it defines his life. Like he personally created that word to describe his life. Like he had a word of the day calender and it became the word of his life. I on the other hand am never, ever Bored. If I am I take a Benadryl. B is for Bag of Bullfrogs. As in "His new secretary is as ugly as a bag of Bull Frogs! My newest descriptive phrase. Use it. It's better than a sackful of hammers.