In Which Groovy Expresses Her Thankfulness For All the Nice People Who Live In Her Computer
Truly I am thankful for all of you. You've stuck with me through thick and thin, silliness and rantings and scads of lousy photography. I don't know what I'd do without you!Thanks for being my friends...It is my prayer that God will open the eyes of each of you to see how HE is working in your lives. Whe you see how much HE loves you, how much HE has given you...Well, then your heart, like mine, will overflow with genuine THANKSGIVING.**************Coming up next? A collection of really bad Thanksgiving poetry from the Groovy family. You won't want to miss it...Heh-heh-heh.

Oh-my-goodness: I HAVE FOUR WHOLE HOURS ALONE!
And I'm sick, so no one expects me to do anything productive while they're gone!Yes, I AM rejoicing!Recently, I had the privilege of getting "a little taste of Heaven". I know that's what it was because it said so right on the package:

Would Someone Please Let My Brain Out of the Hamster Wheel?
...'Cause the thoughts keep goin' 'round and 'round in no particular order.Good heavens, look at all those apostrophe's!Before I go any further, I must direct you to this post by Busy Mom that made me laugh so loud that brain lubricant blew out of my nose. Ahem.I have a day "off" today. Supposedly, I will use it to relax and recoup from my wonderful-but-too-busy life.However, relaxing and recouping, in Groovy English means "Taking online classes, making cookies and table decorations with the girlies, cleaning the house (at least somewhat) to get ready for a par-tay on Mond

In Which Groovy Can't Find a Graceful Way to Talk About Her Deoderant Issues, So She Talks About Som
Oh good grief. I stink. This new all natural deoderant I bought (and used lavishly) is not worth the package it came in. I'm seriously making my eyes water. I mean it's so bad that...What?Oh, sorry.Ahem... My, what a nice weekend I've had. I had the honor and privilege of playing hostess for one of my dearest bloggy friends, Grandma Dawn, and her hubby D.C. They planned a trip from Colorado to Maine to visit their son in a nearby town and they spent two nights of their visit with us!Please let me interrupt this blogging moment to whine: It is exceptionally difficult to type a blog entry when my girls are making a craft that requires

In Which Groovy Discusses Suicidal Vaccums and Anything Else That Wanders Into Her Mind.
Yes...you SHOULD be frightened!;-)Mr Hoover apears to be having some "issues". No, no, not that Mr. Hoover. Not the one I used to lament the purchase of in older posts that I cannot locate because that was B.T. (before tags) That Mr. Hoover died long ago. I was not fond of Mr. Hoover - he was far too quirky for my taste - so I was excited to look for a new vacuum. Sadly, my dreams would never come to fruition. My frugal hubby insisted that one large household does NOT need two vacuums. We can just share with The Folks. The Folks live in an apartment attached to our house and they just happened to own Mr. Hoover's cousin, Mr. Hoover2.*sigh