tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3295468901342237028.post4971365057137256453..comments2023-08-11T05:38:22.092-05:00Comments on Adventures of the Singing Quilter: Make A Difference MondayCindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299967254021018465noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3295468901342237028.post-14948190966243119912012-06-26T15:54:05.785-05:002012-06-26T15:54:05.785-05:00Loved this post . I think we all struggle at times...Loved this post . I think we all struggle at times not to be irritated by the actions or inaction of others. <br /><br />I spent some time this week sewing and then writing a tutorial. I guess that counts!<br /><br />By the way, Im not a painter who stays all pristine either . I have a pair of painting jeans that are more paint than denim!Shayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11032969125788408807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3295468901342237028.post-15365500948606767062012-06-26T10:04:12.854-05:002012-06-26T10:04:12.854-05:00Been there done that.....my favorite realization.....Been there done that.....my favorite realization....sometimes I expect 7-11 to carry prom dresses. I forget who people really are and expect them to meet my every need. My very annilitic, enginere type husband, is not going to sit and dream dreams with me....he just doesn't have it in stock. My Lord however, is another story. I shouldn't get the two confussed.<br /><br />This past weekend I went on a quilt hop/bus tour with my Mom. Just getting away from the testosterone madness did wonders for me.Cindy Sharphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04694393041670847676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3295468901342237028.post-59065813704189891542012-06-26T04:11:30.153-05:002012-06-26T04:11:30.153-05:00great post Cindy
sometimes I can expect too much o...great post Cindy<br />sometimes I can expect too much of everyone else which then puts me in bad form and I take it out on everyone else<br />I did take some time for myself this week, I took half an hour and sat down, put my feet up, had a nice cup of coffee and read a magazine from cover to cover. The house was quiet as I was on my own and it felt so good that I think I will just have to do it again.Linda Colemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07237814808718596681noreply@blogger.com