Organized. Yeah...Right...
 
 I am organized just good enough to function.   Sad. I know.   It's not that I like it. Really.   I dream of being organized.   I even try. It just does not take. Much.   Look at this sweet little Willow Tree Angel.   She is the angel of Good Health .   It's probably not a great omen that she fell off the top of the fridge and was decapitated.   Anyway, this is somewhat how I have felt the past few weeks.   We have met ourselves coming and going and life has been busy.   As my grandmother would say, "You have been running around like a chicken with its head cut off."   I know what that looks like. I helped her ring quite a few chickens necks when I was young.   Just take my word for it. It is not a pretty sight.   Back to the organization thing...    I met with a group of moms from church a few nights ago and we talked about being organized. This was a torturous meeting for me. I came home and apologized to my husband for all of the un-organization pain that I have ca...
 
 
 
 
