Spent yesterday morning at Tires Plus getting new tires on my car. Goodbye, hard-earned dollars! It was nice to feel a difference in the drive, though. I have been needing tires for a while. Hopefully my gas mileage will improve now, too.
While "getting tired" I sat outside reading my book. The sky was beautiful. Another GORGEOUS day in God's Country. I'm a happy girl.
While I have your attention, I am going to tell you something weird. You alredy know I'm strange, so this won't surprise you. Recently while listening to sermons or speeches, I have begun a weird practice.. I pick a letter, and I listen for words beginning with that letter, uttered by the speaker, and I write them down. Here's my latest list from a recent sermon: baby, back, balloon, be, been, beginning, believe, best, between, big, bird, blessing, blinded, book, bottom, breathe, build, bundle, burial, but, butt, by. Believe it or not, I think this practice actually helps me pay better attention. Told you I'm weird!
10 comments:
At least you know who you are...okay, that is totally weird! My sweetie counts contents on the back of trucks....lumber, and chicken crates are a favourite.
Bold, bizarre, batty, quirky, quilting queen.
So, sew, sow.
BTW all three of the S words have a long O.
After I published, I thought, oh poop, there are multiple sows. The verb not the noun.
Yes your are weird but not porcine.
Oooooh, I can use this game with my daughter at church!
I wonder if I should suggest this to my ADD kids???
I love all of the comments as much as the post!
I think your sermon practice is rather brilliant. I guess that makes me weird, too ;-)
Your post made me smile. The comments made me smile too. I never heard of that game . . . but Officer Friendly recited EVERY license plate number when we drove. I probably won't play your game in church, but I might try a round at the next all staff meeting. 8-)
Thanks for all these funny comments. This doesn't even begin to describe all my weird habits. I have a counting habit, too. Not stuff on trucks, but clumps of items, like on bookshelves and in random places, even designs on people's clothing. Someone told me this is OCD-ish. Maybe so. I just like to think it's part of my charm. LOL!
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