One of my favorite memories of visiting my Grandma Shirley in Minnesota when I was a child, was painting rocks. She would let us go out into her garden, choose a rock , bring it inside and paint on it. Sometimes we would take the rocks home, but most of the time we would set them back out in her garden and loved looking at them whenever we would come to visit. I am pretty sure because of my Grandmother, I have a love for painting on random objects, like rocks, driftwood, and even junk as you'll see in a little bit. She is now painting with the angels in Heaven, but I had a warm feeling yesterday while I was painting with my children, that she was looking down on us with a big smile on her face.
I have been sick with some sort of horrible cold/influenza bug since last Sunday evening. I was not even able to get out of bed for 4 days straight except to go the bathroom, eat and take a zillion showers -since that was the only thing to make me feel better. I am now able to at least get out of bed, and feel like my energy is back, but it is not. I feel 100% not like myself and I can not even walk around the house for more than 5 minutes without feeling totally exhausted and feeling a heaviness in my lungs. I am not used to sitting still for so