Peeping Yaya

     Don't you jus' love it when you find somethin' wunnerful that you can share with others?  I've been lookin' around an' doin' some checkin' here an' there an' guess what?  I'm not the only one.  Yeah; true story.  At least, that's the way it would seem by my very involved investigative research.  [read:  I di'n't feel like doin' what I shoulda' been doin', so checkin'-out other blogs seemed like a great way to avoid havin' ta' do anything, whilst still feelin' like I was accomplishing something.]

     So, here's the scoop:  I've spent a very long time peekin' in other blog windows, particularly those that had anything at all to do with homemaking, housekeeping, families or anything else that looked like it might offer tidbits of useful advice.  I s'pose you're beginning to wonder what I'm talkin' about, aren't you?

     Well, my good hubby-buddy (jewel that he is) very kindly offered to take care of everything when we moved into our big ol' 1906 Sears & Roebuck Kit House and he asked only that I take care of my office.  That way, I could do the one thing I've always wanted to do; write.  Isn't he just such a treasure?  He said that was his way of thanking me for all the times I've supported him in things he wanted to do.

     ::Blink, blink.  S'cuse me whilst I wipe my eyes; I seem to have somethin' in both of 'em::  *sniff*
    
     'Course, bein' the good an' appreciative wife that I am, I did just as he asked.  Mostly.  Sorta'.

     Ya' know how sometimes things sneak up on you while you're not lookin'?  Well, that's just what happened to me and I am here to tell you, it snuck up with a vengeance!  Who knew that while I was mindin' my own business writing, creating puzzles an' starin' at my computer alla' time, my office would develop a system of CHAOS?  Its rude, I tell ya'.

     That's when I got the idea to go peekin' in other blog windows.  An' ya' know what I found?  There are lots of other bloggers who are faced with the same kinda' rude houses;  CHAOS ensues.

     Then, I wandered over by one home on the web and it was so delightful that I jus' hadda' make myself comfortable on the windowsill to observe.  Inside were lottsa' happy people, chatting and carryin' on like they really knew how to go at this whole business of life and takin' care of their homes and families.  I know, right?

     As I investigated further, I was amazed to realize that the home I had found was not just one home, but many, scattered all over the place.  They have a leader, of course, and I decided to keep watchin' on accounta' I want my writer's den to run as smoothly as all those other places do.  I've only been lurking around the edges, but already things are better.

     I'm very fortunate to have only one room to look after.  My good hubby-buddy is doin' an outstanding job with all the rest.  Still, it occurred to me that summa' you might like to know about this great place, so, here's the link to learn more.

      Nope!  I'm not benefitting by sharing this with you in any way.  That is, unless you count the fact that my office is beginning to show signs of efficiency and I'm not as stressed out as I used to be.  I do hope you will go take a peek 'cause there's an awfully lot of harmony being created.  Maybe I'll see ya' over there sometime, eh?

     Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya

Books In The Water-Closet

     I work in a  H - U - U - U - G - E  office, the likes of which would drive you insane with jealousy, if you could see it.  Here, let me give you a mental image.  Close your eyes and picture, if you can, a room the size of two small water-closets... if your water-closet is a three-quarter, like ours is.  No, no.  Let me correct that.  This room is so big, it could almost be called a walk-in closet... except, its too small for that.

     "What's that," you ask?  Am I complaining?  No, of course not.  That's just jealousy speaking, isn't it?  I love my house.  Truly, I do.  I live in a big ol' 1906 Sears and Roebuck Kit House on two-and-a-half acres of land.  Not quite as much land as I would prefer, but I'm not complaining.  I consider my life one continuous blessing.  But that's another story.

     Okay, we were talking about my office.  You're jealous, right?  You wish your office were as big as two small water-closets, don't you?  Well, I'm really sorry you don't have this kind of luxury.  Yeah, I am.  Whaddya' mean?  No, I'm not being sarcastic.  I don't DOOOO sarcasm.  Why, you can very plainly see that I am just over-flowing with sweetness.  Look at this smile:  :-)  Now, I ask you, doesn't that look like the sweetest smile you've ever seen?  See?  I'm over-flowing with sweetness.

     Oh, yeah; the office.  So, here in this H - U - U - U - G - E  office, you know what surrounds me?  Books.  Books.  Books and more books.  And ya' know what?  I still want more books.  Yeah, its true.  More books.  Just as if I don't have enough, already.  Are you like that?  Do you live and breathe books?  Aw, c'mon.  You know you do.

     Don't you love it when you walk into a bookstore and the smell of new print meets you?  Inhale.  Deep.  Deep.  Inhale, deep.  There ya' go.  You're with me, aren't you?  Now, you're in the mood, too, huh?  You want more books.  Good.  Let's all meet at Barnes and Nobles.  They have bigger water-closets.

     Until the next time, keep a hug on.

Yaya