Friday Five: I am not sure...

friday five!

 Rev Karla posted this FF. 

Posted on September 13, 2013 by revkarla

oh my, I have really lost track of time!
but I won’t get into THAT now, because what you really need is an extreme random Friday Five, so here goes it:

1. How are you?  What’s up with you?

I am somewhat grumpy.  I couldn't sleep well last night and woke up early.  But I am having coffee with a clerical fishing buddy in a short while.  We will trade fishing stories and if it isn't too hot we may wet a line at one of the local fishing holes.  I haven't cast a fly rod in some time so I plan not to catch much fish but to spend most of my time hooked to trees, bushes and the seat of my pants.

2.  Last Saturday, I went to the outlet store and stocked up on underwear for the year.  I love a bunch of new fresh underdrawers!  I also love a cabinet full of paper towels.   What silly thing makes you happy?

Our neighbors are putting in a swimming pool.  It wasn't fun

listening to the machines and the 8 hrs of tile cracking outside my window, but it was fun to see the progress that has been made.  They have offered to put in a gate from our yard to theirs.  
 

3.  Give a shout out to someone you love, appreciate, or want to thank!

I want to shout to the Golden West Women's Fly Fishers of San Francisco on the occasion of their 30th anniversary.  A great bunch of women.
 
4. Miss Kansas has the Serenity Prayer tatooed on the side of her body.  I sadly do not have a tatoo, and maybe you do, but if you were going to get a prayer tatooed on the side of your body, what would it be?

The only tattoo I have really considered was Yahweh in Hebrew on the palm of my hand.  But I

am chicken and old.

 

5.  Use some or all or a form of the following words in a sentence:   jello, kittens, mercy, dump-truck, tabuleh, terror, skipping, monkey, Rev. , health, and snoring.

I am rev.ing up to skipping the clergy conference since the kittens have gotten into the tabbouleh and monkeyed with the jello which will not contribute to the mercy of the day, the health of my terrorized colleagues and will promote only snoring while the dump-truck adds to the chaos.  (With thanks to the patron saint of run-on sentences:  St. Paul)