Sunday Mornings

I love to wake up early on Sunday mornings and catch up on the world. Today I am going to relax in the morning and maybe go for a walk with my camera. I am going to a friend's place for potluck lunch and need to decide what to take with me. I haven't been inspired to cook lately so I'll probably pick up some stuff. On my way back, I'll pick up some cheap wine and tackle my wine drinking project. Since when did drinking wine become such a chore?

Watch this space for my contribution to the economy.

And nope I won't be drinking and driving.

I am back with a Sunday Meme...

I'm back. Almost. Thanks to all for visiting me and leaving comments. I can't wait to catch up!


Sunday Stealing: The Sometimes Meme

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Sometimes I just need: a hug.

Sometimes I want: to solve all the problems in the world. I usually give up in 5 minutes.

Sometimes I like to: curl up with a good book and pretend nothing else exists.

Sometimes all it takes: is a kind word of encouragement.

Sometimes I picture: Life as it could have been if I had made different choices.

Sometimes I wish: I had my own island. With plumbing, electricity and internet connection.

Sometimes I find: pennies on the road.

Sometimes I take: Long naps on a saturday afternoon.

Sometimes I look: Gorgeous. If only to myself.

Sometimes I hate: When people who think they know best feel compelled to say nasty stuff to you out of goodness of their hearts. "Have you noticed you have gained a lot of weight? You must buy a tread mill right now!" Umm...

Sometimes it’s nice: To be loved and accepted for just who you are.

Sometimes it hurts: When you peel off a band-aid.

Sometimes it makes me happy: to sit around, look at old photos and reflect on the past.

Sometimes it’s sad: there are only 24 hours in a day and only 2 days off per week.

Sometimes I listen: to the sounds of waves crashing on the shore.

Sometimes I sleep: very very little.

Sometimes I like to watch: birds playing around in my bird bath.

Sometimes I feel: Lucky. Life has been good to me.

Sometimes I rant: and can go on and on and on. I can put you in a boredom induced coma.

Sometimes I never: comb my hair. It is pointless. It goes where it goes.

Sometimes I really: wish I could work as a travel photo journalist.