Last weekend we went to my parent’s place in Augusta so my husband could help my dad build a wooden fence. It is something my mom really needed so that her dogs can go in and out through a doggie door and she does not have to stand out there with them. There was one little section that did not get finished last week, so we came back this weekend in order for my husband to finish up the last section of the fence.
It is usually a four hour drive to Augusta from our house. However, this time we turned it into about a five hour drive. We were all in a good mood, and feeling kind of silly, so we just took our time. As usual, I was the first one to announce that I needed to stop for a bathroom break. I did not want to stop at the Rest Area because it is kind of smelly and there is no air conditioning in the one that is on the south bound side of the highway. Also, for some reason we were all wanting a Blizzard from Dairy Queen. Somehow instead of Blizzards we ended up with Dunkin Doughnuts.
Once again, I was asking for another bathroom break. This time I had a choice of Wendy’s or McDonald’s. I chose McDonald’s because it was more crowded and I thought that it would be less likely for anyone to notice that I only went inside to use the rest room. As soon as I walked into the McDonald’s I knew something huge was going on. There were sounds of excited children cheering, and screams of terror coming from other children.
It did not take long to discover the source of all this noise….in the middle of McDonald’s stood Barney the Purple Dinosaur. Quite a few children were gathered around him basking in his purpleness, while others, overwhelmed by fear, hid in the bathroom.
As much as Barney had overwhelmed some of the kids, I believe Barney was even more overwhelmed by the chaos his presence had caused. When I left, Barney was standing in one place not moving with a blank expression on his face.
I found a great post written by Gina Newberry of
I was catching up with my blog reading and I ran across a post at
What does letting go really mean? Is it just releasing a material thing you are holding onto? Or is it putting aside an old habit? Can letting go be the release of emotions such as hate, resentment and fear? How about sharing our worries, concerns, and fears with someone, is that letting go? The answer is Yes. Letting go can mean all of those things and more.
Did I ever tell you how much I love getting Blogging Awards? Well I do! It is so nice when a fellow blogger appreciates me and my blog. I received this Beautiful Blogger Award from Susie Kline of
I love being able to be thankful for the little things in life, and doing this post every week is a wonderful reminder of that. Since I have been doing Thankful Five, I am finding more things to be thankful for. With finding so much everyday to be thankful for, I find that my days are more pleasant.

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