Yes, you heard it right - Ipaditis. You see my wonderful hubby gave me an IPAD for Christmas. What an amazing little thing - I fell in love with it as soon as my twelve year old grandchildren showed me how to use it. I even took it to bed with me, it is even better than a laptop!! It weighs practically nothing, I can peruse the internet all I want and it fits in my purse. How easy to just swipe your finger on the screen to move from one blog to the other - but it has its drawbacks, all of that finger motion has irritated my hand which bothered my shoulder - hence - Ipaditis. I figure I will take an Aleve and my Ipad to bed and I know I will feel better in the morning. I may have to deal with a bit of Pinterest-itis since I have become addicted to that website but it will be worth it.
Speaking of Pinterest, isn't that the most addictive website?? I found the cutest chickens (sorry, I don't know who posted it) and they are pink!! How do you get pink chickens? I wonder if they know they are the cutest things around.
I am posting this little darling as I join Ms. Beverly for Pink Saturday. Stop by and check out the pretty pinks this week at How Sweet The Sound.
Off to bed, I wonder what other pretty pinks I can find tonight on Pinterest. Talk soon.
I was raised in the South - where football is every breath we breathe, flip flops are year round, we pull over to let a funeral procession pass, we don't have fireflies - we have "lightning bugs", "tatars and maters" are mandatory, "yall" is a proper noun, chicken is fried, biscuits come with gravy, banana pudding is dessert, we drink "sweet milk" and sweet tea is the house wine, and you NEVER, EVER DISRESPECT YOUR ELDERS, especially family, 'course that is Southern raising.
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Pediatric Autoimmune Neuropsychiatric Disorder Associated With Strep
My babies aren't babies any more...
Please visit my friend's shop - Green Gables Lane - for wonderful vintage items.
God Bless our Military
It is the Military, not the reporter who has given us the freedom of press.
It is the Military, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech.
It is the Military, not the politicians, that ensures our right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is the Military who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag.
What my parents taught me....
Religion - "You better pray that comes out of the carpet!" Logic - "Because I said so, that's why" Irony - "Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about". Wisdom - "When you get my age you will understand". Justice - "One day you will have kids, I hope they turn out just like you".
'When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would have not a singe bit of talent left and could say, "I used everything You gave me." '~ Erma Bombeck