First of all, let's just say I'm going to be better at this blogging stuff. My baby started school and the house is bound to finally clean itself which should give me time to blog. It is the theory I'm going with for today. The glass is half full.
So how to catch you up on the past two years? I'll start with me. Gravity took hold. Why is gravity not a friend of the 40's? I'm happy not to float off into space, but my bottom is not afraid of heights, so just back off a bit Mr. Gravity! I'm also not trying to change my ethnic origin by changing the angles of my eyes. I'm quite content being a rythm challenged white girl. Speaking of eyes, mine are all fuzzy now. I get it. Gravity, droopy eyes....God knew we wouldn't be happy seeing it, so He planned on the eyes growing weaker. Then some wacky genius type came along and figured out eye glasses and now the world is selling surgical procedures all because that genius went and enlightened us to our own flaws. This is a great example of "outsmarting ourselves".
Two years is just overwhelming I am seeing. I need a plan or a blog plan to catch up. I'm not organized, not in an obvious kind of way. It's a gift, depending on your personality. It's similiar to the gift of being able to sleep absolutely anywhere. Awesome, until you're driving home from college in a snowstorm, and you exercise that ability to sleep anywhere. I might have tested that once. Anyway, all you A types, relax. We let you have "A" as your "category" because we left A somewhere and couldn't remember where! But honestly.....we don't want to be "organized". Seriously, people like you have too many heartattacks, it's just not healthy. Ya'll are great, get a ton of stuff done and we even marry you people, we just don't want to be you, no offense for real.
More update news: I talked my husband into chickens! Kind of.....he came home and we had chickens, and well you know how that goes. They were cute and alive and he's a sucker for cute little critters as long as they aren't digging up his yard. He just started building a chicken pen and you proabably know the rest of the story already. Now we eat eggs and my children order eggs laid by specific hens. Yes, so this is what I hear "I'll take one of Mabel's eggs please". I admit it, sometimes I just grab an egg and let them assume they got what they requested. Okay, when it was just 3 laying I knew who did what egg. Now, well, I think 5 are laying and somebody, like Emma or Vada lays this honkin' big double yoked thing that won't fit in the egg carton well at all and then somebody else that could also be Emma or Vada lays a cute little teeny, tiny egg that is sometimes dark brown and sometimes light brown and quite frankly I'm just confused now. To top it all off the man at the feed store said Emma and Vada are bred to lay 2 eggs a day! So it's really like I'm trying to monitor the laying of 8 chickens. I am not putting a video cam in the chicken pen, so as the saying goes "you get what you get, and you don't throw a fit".
We like green eggs and ham!
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