{"id":1868,"date":"2011-01-27T16:23:16","date_gmt":"2011-01-28T01:23:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bbryson.com\/erin\/?p=1868"},"modified":"2011-01-27T16:23:16","modified_gmt":"2011-01-28T01:23:16","slug":"funk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bbryson.com\/erin\/2011\/01\/27\/funk\/","title":{"rendered":"Funk"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I started this week in a bit of a funk. I&#8217;ll blame in on January. I absolutely hate when I get cranky, know it, and can&#8217;t seem to find anything to snap me out of my mood fast enough. Sometimes I just need time.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;ve been lots of things I&#8217;ve wanted to blog about lately, and I haven&#8217;t known exactly what I wanted to say. So, this&#8217;ll be kind of a mash-up, I guess.<\/p>\n<p>My grandparents have really been on my mind lately. I&#8217;m sure mostly because it was a year ago that my grandmas passed away, and it would&#8217;ve been my grandpa&#8217;s birthday last week. And, well, this year has gone by quickly &#8211; and it&#8217;s been sad, and it&#8217;s been full and good. I continue to be grateful for the wonderful memories I have&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Some of you may know that my car broke down early last summer on a road trip with my family. We were on our way home from Door County and the engine went on us about 2 1\/2 hours from home. To make a very LONG (7 month) story short, we finally got our car back last weekend. It&#8217;s been quite the saga. So, we celebrated in the mechanic&#8217;s honor Bryson style &#8211; with a DQ cake.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/bbryson.com\/erin\/files\/2011\/01\/rich.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1870 aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/bbryson.com\/erin\/files\/2011\/01\/rich.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"501\" height=\"374\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>So, I generally try to keep this site &#8220;G&#8221; rated &#8211; lets face it, my life is G rated. But, this I have to share. Today a friend showed me the book <a title=\"My Hands\" href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/0064450961\/ref=s9_simh_gw_p14_d0_i1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;pf_rd_r=1A7G1C48PZMZM0SG01FC&amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;pf_rd_i=507846\" target=\"_blank\"><em>My Hands<\/em><\/a> that she had on her classroom bookshelf. It&#8217;s stamped with our school name, so I&#8217;m assuming it&#8217;s just one of those books that got passed along over the years and ended up on her shelf. It is a for real, kids book. This is the picture on the first page.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/bbryson.com\/erin\/files\/2011\/01\/hands-book.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-large wp-image-1869 aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/bbryson.com\/erin\/files\/2011\/01\/hands-book-1024x1013.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"438\" height=\"434\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">When I got home tonight Bill was sporting a goatee. Now, after a couple of months of my very subtle hints that I just love being able to see all of his handsome face without a beard covering, he decided he could live without it. He wasn&#8217;t very impressed by the goatee, so he turned it into this:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/bbryson.com\/erin\/files\/2011\/01\/mug-shot.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1871\" src=\"http:\/\/bbryson.com\/erin\/files\/2011\/01\/mug-shot.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"216\" height=\"257\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">Now he&#8217;s back to his good-loooking, facial hair-free self, and I&#8217;m about to enjoy some homemade pizza and cheap Moscato. I think I&#8217;m officially out of my funk.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I started this week in a bit of a funk. I&#8217;ll blame in on January. I absolutely hate when I get cranky, know it, and can&#8217;t seem to find anything to snap me out of my mood fast enough. 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