Behind Every Cloud...

is a silver lining...and I saw it!

Many times, I have viewed the silver lining and I am blessed with each viewing but today I want to gripe, and hope against hope, you want to listen to me.

I have blogged almost four years and have been dedicated.  I have entertained, sometimes shocked you and also hope I've made you laugh more than not.

I am here to complain about word verification and no-reply comment bloggers...yep, that's right, I'm complaining again.  As blessed as I am, I should not, but sadly, I am human and (gasp!) we are never satisfied. 

I try to make it simple for everyone to visit me, that wants to visit, that is.   No word verification is used.  The spam blocker in Blogger is sufficient  if you don't take anonymous comments...there's a place to mark for that.  If a spam slips through, you can enter your comments and block and delete the spammer.  This has only happened twice with me...someone wanting to advertise...twice since they introduced spam blocker...not bad.

I enjoy, no, I absolutely love the interaction.  When someone takes the time to comment, I love to answer and acknowledge that they took the time and thought to comment.  I never go back to my blog post, I receive my comments through email.  Easy-peasy...hit reply and have a conversation...or just say thank you for commenting.  Then I head butt with no reply comment blogger!!  Frustration abounds.  THEN because I don't want to high-hat someone I go to their blog and make a comment about their comment.  I know I make it hard on myself but if you honor me with a comment, I want to thank you.  It's the right, kind, polite thing to do.

I love my followers, I love the comments, but I'm basically lazy...or work smart, not hard, which ever one you want to pick...or you can call me a whiner...it's okay...but please allow me to get through to you with email and comment easily on your blog.

That's it, I'm done.  Hope I didn't make any one mad...we'll see if my followers drop. Just my side as I see it.

Life will go on with that silver lining in every cloud and, hopefully, we can make blogging less complicated for all of us.

I do acknowledge it is your choice, this is only my opinion.

I Ran Into A Door, That's My Story...

I carefully looked for a photo that matched my day but could not find one.  You shall have to enjoy my icy statue and hear my sad tale with no suitable photo.

I haven't griped in a while and I knew y'all were missing that so here it is.

My morning started at four am, yes, that's not early but it is for me.  I can fit two more hours of sleep into my morning when allowed.  Gen, my latest foster dog has started sleeping beside my bed.  This is fine except when she decides she must go out at four AM.  No, Gen, hush, go to sleep, shush, be quiet.  None of this worked and a cold nose hit me with a talking whine and a few spin arounds so I had to get up.

I don't know why I didn't let her out the front door but I didn't.  That would have been simple and safer.  I usually walk through the house in the dark with no problem, not this morning, under my feet, making me stumble.  I guess Gen wasn't sure I was really gonna let her out.

I travel through the kitchen into Den's tv room, den, add-on, what ever it is called and toward that outside door.  Unknown to me or more likely just forgotten by me, Hubby had laid a small blanket in front of the door because he felt a draft (wuss).  I go to this door since it is the normal dog in, dog out door.

I open the door, now get this, I look down, IN THE DARK, to see what is holding the door.  I can't see!  It's dark!  Can you tell I am still asleep?  The door only opens about three inches and stops.  I jerk the door, yes, right into my face!  At least I was looking down or my nose would be broken.  Both of my brow bones have large cuts where I busted the skin with the force of the door.   The dog goes out to potty and I turn to go back to bed.  I think, darn, my head hurts and I feel over my right eye, BIG knot.

I go back to bed, look at the clock and say ahhh, an hour and a half to sleep.

Later, we wake for the day, Hubby is wondering what is wrong with my face.  This is when I discovered I had really hurt myself.  I said I ran into the door.  I had always heard this as an excuse but have never been able to use it.  Both brow bones have quarter size, skin broken spots and the right is really sore.  Don't know if my eyes will black but I know no one will believe me when I say I ran into a door.

How was your morning?

Halloween...

I am not trick or treating, I am not in a costume, I have no candy but I do have a broom.

I know this is Friday but I am cranky! I should be less so since I did break down (after three weeks suffering) and went to the doctor. Meds are gone, I am better but there is just that tad of laziness and don't cares hanging on. Sounds irritate me. I can hear the dog panting twenty feet away and tell her(poor thing!) to quit! The TV sounds bounce off the walls and vibrates my head.

Enough!! Having a pity party is not helping.

Tomorrow is a home football game for my grandson. Only one more game after that and we are through for the year. That's one blessing.

My husband is out tonight helping the police stalk the paint ballers who have been visiting the car dealerships in town. Blessing # Two.

It is trying to rain...Blessing Three.

I do not have to cook dinner. My sister brought me a big pot of homemade soup. Blessing Four.

My computer is working. Blessing Five.

You are listening to me gripe. Blessing Six.

Now that I know I have too many blessings to count, I will try and get my attitude turned around.