Ahhh. Thursday. My two days of blogging is a self-imposed discipline I love. It allows me to keep my brain files organized and cleaned out…and it allows Curt more peace than he realizes. If I didn’t have The Blog, he would have a lot more chatter. A lot. Somewhere in this compilation of stream-of-conciousness you will maybe find something that sticks with you and you’ll tell me about it. ‘sOk if you don’t remember everything.
Listening to RENT. (Bec, ‘member??? That was a very good night in North Carolina.)
Sun, where is Bella Rose (BellaRose)? Git here, already. Dang.
My Peanut is very close to sitting up solo. She’s a bit like a weeble wobble, but dang she’s cute. She’s excellent at ‘circling’ but then gets all excited and throws herself backwards. If there wasn’t a Boppy back there, she’d be on her back about 72 times a day.
Texas North is now the Kent County Chicken orphanage/hospice… where new life comes to live and old life passes on out in the pasture. Come, chickens, come. We have room for you. And, I need your eggs for quiche and wonderful surprise visitors.
Shanna, Froggie back-up is on his way.
I love Michigan Spring and farm-team baseball. Last Saturday was so wonderful…I just kept looking around and smiling. Everywhere I looked there were super fun people- that I know! AND, we were in the company box (pfwet pfew!). Poor Amanda the Server walked 40 miles trying to keep the kids in cotton candy and the adults in pop. It was a good night.
I shall say it out loud, because you out there make things real for me: June 1 shall be my deadline for having a box of KatieKate etsy goodies ready. I’ve started sewing and knitting and scouring closets for fabric. I’ve designed a label. I’ve made a list of possible things to sell. I need to order cards, sign up for etsy, order the labels, figure out shipping, and- oh yeah- make the stuff. But: June 1. June 1. June 1.
Gang Vocals this weekend, folks. Par-tay.
Rye Bread today.
rambling (for today) over