Being a Hermit, The Difference Between Her and I

Today is Sunday, writing

tomorrows blog now. 

Sometimes I don't mind that

but over times I totally forget

what I have in the hopper 

that I have blogged about!!!

After reading 

comments on today's

blog so far, I actually

thought of things to 

blog about.

One was a reply to 

Darla's comment about

people becoming hermits

due to the 

LOCK DOWN.....

Could you become a hermit?

Well for me, I have always

been a social butterfly as

my mom called me. I like

people! I have always liked

people. However I have

become more of a not

so social person due

to my fibro. I have also

had to back out of plans

in the past due to it. Some

days, it is just best for me

to socialize with just

me and the furs.

Moving on ~ Christine

said, "Like mother like

daughter" when reading 

about my daughter painting

furniture....haha...NO!

She is so far from being like

me. 

Now as a child she

looked like me. However

she favors her dad now. 

I have little eyes and no

lashes. Amber has big eyes.

thick lashes.  I love jewelry 

and Amber does not care for

it. I love bling and lace, not

Am. I love to paint furniture

and revamp it, Amber did 

paint some the other day but

she hates doing it. She only

wanted a new look and she

saw what paint was doing

for my stuff. She is not an 

artist, she can't draw stick

people. She can't paint any

on canvas and what I saw 

before, not even a painter 

of walls...haha. She is not

a crafter and would be scaried

silly to use a saw. She don't

recycle like mom and unlike

mom she is fine looking

the same with never cutting

her hair. I however, like to 

change things up, grow it

out, cut it off. Right now

I am in the grow it out

stage. She is not a jokester

like her mom. When younger

she was however like her

mom in one way....

a rebel!

Different generation though, 

she was a bolder rebel then 

her mom. She also has 

the thickest hair! A 

beautiful smile, amazing

eyes but she has a short

temper, like her mom once

had. More the past yr her

and I have become closer.

She has been a good 

help to me lately and she

knows me, I don't ask

for help, you just have to

jump in and do. 

Amber has grown as

a woman more so in

the last couple of yrs and

for that I am proud. I 

only wish her the best and 

I hope that she conts to 

grow and evolve with 

each passing day. 

Love you Am,

mom.

Pam