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This is cruel punishment on my 1% milk.

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I was a bit confused when Sarah yelled downstairs tonight asking me why I was hiding fruit in my bed.

Huh?

“What fruit?  Where?  What the heck are you talking about?”  was pretty much my response.

And then she explained that I had fruit flies all over my bed. 

Dang.  Not again.  This makes two nights in a row they were sucked in through the window fan. 

Why would the screen not keep them out you ask?  Well…way back when we were building my side of the house, a certain penny pinching relative, who shall remain nameless, ( I say this with the utmost love,) thought he we would save a bundle on windows that didn’t come with proper fitting screens.  In other words, there is a five inch gap between the top of my screen and the top of the window.  And if I wasn’t so afraid of heights and had a tall enough ladder, I’d fix the blasted thing myself.

Until then, I guess I’ll be sleeping with bugs.

Project 365 – Day 50

I convinced myself that photographing them was more cathartic than washing them.

And I’m perfectly okay with that.

Project 365 – Day 49

I wish I had time to share with you all the things I have wanted to this week, but once again I have been defeated by my schedule.  Just when I think I have a grip on things, I get hit broadside with something unexpected.  Honestly, most days posting a picture has been too much for me, but I have stuck with it because I NEED some consistency in this life.  So I press on,  always praying that God will give me an end to this insanity.  Time to breathe and laugh and feel the joy He intended.

I miss reading all your blogs and the joy I get from all those humorous tales you tell so well.   So just know that I haven’t forgotten you and even though I can’t visit as much as I would like,  please know that the thought is there. 

Anyway, Wee Bella helped her big sis make these little finger puppets.  The problem….she touched a bit of hot glue with her thumb, so she is looking mighty sad.  But, she is a tough nut.  I distracted her long enough to kiss the frog, (hmmm…I think I see an interesting parallel there,)  uh yeah…sorry, got a little off track.  In any case, a little ice water and a couple hours took out the sting, but I’m not sure she was too fond of the puppets after that.  Shall we say, once bitten twice shy…oh…yet another parallel! 

And I guess I’ll say goodbye on that note.

Project 365 – Day 48

I don’t know, but I’m thinking his fishing days might be over.

Project 365 – Day 47

Ok, any ideas what these objects are?  A few are quite obvious, but others might be a bit more difficult to guess.

So we are in the midst of a thunderstorm and it is like 65 degrees outside, but not one blessed ray of sunshine all day. 

Rats.

The kids are gettin’ real cranky in here and so is their mother.  And we not feeling real friendly with the weatherman, who predicted sun and spring like temperatures all week.  Fibber.  It’s been raining since Monday morning. 

I know, April showers bring May flowers, blah, blah, blah….

Ok, I’ll stop complaining; at least it’s warm rain.

So is anyone else having weather I can covet?

Project 365 – Day 45

Most of the time I smell and probably look a whole lot like a truck driver, no offense to all you big daddies out there.  I really have no interest in wasting time getting all gussied up just to wash dishes and wipe snot.  Excuse my colorful vernacular.

But really,  there is no point.

Yet every Sunday I procrastinate the inevitable; my morning routine of digging through my aging closet trying to find a suitable outfit.  Truthfully, I have no skill in the coordination dept.  It’s just not my thing.  And every Sunday, I dream of wearing jeans.  And I could, because others do, but there is some ingrained principle here.  Just don’t ask me to explain it.

So every time there is a fifth Sunday in the month, the youth and children take over the morning service and everyone dresses down. 

Except me this morning.

Because I forgot about it.  And it was my most uncomfortable morning ever.

Is it true that your feet grow after every child, because the shoes I was wearing this morning used to fit.  There was no stretching those baby’s.  I think they dipped them in liquid steel before putting them on the shelf.

Ouch.