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New Household Inhabitants
We got a pair of these cute little red-eared sliders a few weekends ago.

Sorry, the image is blurry but the best we could get due to the moving of Jon (turtle handler), me (photographer) and the slider (squirmy reptile). Also the light wasn’t good and our camera is nothing special.

Aren’t they darling? Y’all should see them jump off the rock in their tank when someone walks by, bless them. Wish that I could explain in such a way to make that antiquated reptilian brain understand that there is nothing to fear but success wouldn’t be with me.

New Household Inhabitants
We got a pair of these cute little red-eared sliders a few weekends ago.

Sorry, the image is blurry but the best we could get due to the moving of Jon (turtle handler), me (photographer) and the slider (squirmy reptile). Also the light wasn’t good and our camera is nothing special.

Aren’t they darling? Y’all should see them jump off the rock in their tank when someone walks by, bless them. Wish that I could explain in such a way to make that antiquated reptilian brain understand that there is nothing to fear but success wouldn’t be with me.

New Household Inhabitants
We got a pair of these cute little red-eared sliders a few weekends ago.

Sorry, the image is blurry but the best we could get due to the moving of Jon (turtle handler), me (photographer) and the slider (squirmy reptile). Also the light wasn’t good and our camera is nothing special.

Aren’t they darling? Y’all should see them jump off the rock in their tank when someone walks by, bless them. Wish that I could explain in such a way to make that antiquated reptilian brain understand that there is nothing to fear but success wouldn’t be with me.

Whoops!
Yesterday, since we had to leave pool after not swimming because of thunder and other stuff, we decided to return to swim after dinner.

So, we went back home to get stuff done (me) and play (them) while we waited.

The boys changed out of their swimsuits. I threw on my big apron over my swimsuit and got started on dinner. I should mention here that I don’t really like wearing a swimsuit. Most don’t have near enough fabric to make me feel comfortable. However, I got a new one recently that has sort of a high neck and also has a skirt. So, as far as swimsuits go, it is modest. I didn’t change because I didn’t want to be bothered with it and, knowing what a messy cook I am, I put on my biggest apron to shield my suit from the chili I was making for dinner.

So, after the chili got going, I decided to do some other stuff around the house. Then I figured that I should take out the trash and recycling and wheel it all to the curb for pick-up the next day.

The problem with all of this (and I’m sure that you saw it coming) is that, no matter how modest the swimsuit, a big apron will cover most of it up. So, my neighbor walked by and only saw the apron and the flip flops. He did a double take. I wonder what he was thinking….maybe that his neighbor is a closet nudist, or something? Of course, I didn’t figure out the reason for the awkward look that he gave me until after I had turned around. Hopefully he was still looking — at least so that he would know that there were other clothes involved, after all.

Ahhh, I love being such a dummy. It makes life so funny and interesting.

Whoops!
Yesterday, since we had to leave pool after not swimming because of thunder and other stuff, we decided to return to swim after dinner.

So, we went back home to get stuff done (me) and play (them) while we waited.

The boys changed out of their swimsuits. I threw on my big apron over my swimsuit and got started on dinner. I should mention here that I don’t really like wearing a swimsuit. Most don’t have near enough fabric to make me feel comfortable. However, I got a new one recently that has sort of a high neck and also has a skirt. So, as far as swimsuits go, it is modest. I didn’t change because I didn’t want to be bothered with it and, knowing what a messy cook I am, I put on my biggest apron to shield my suit from the chili I was making for dinner.

So, after the chili got going, I decided to do some other stuff around the house. Then I figured that I should take out the trash and recycling and wheel it all to the curb for pick-up the next day.

The problem with all of this (and I’m sure that you saw it coming) is that, no matter how modest the swimsuit, a big apron will cover most of it up. So, my neighbor walked by and only saw the apron and the flip flops. He did a double take. I wonder what he was thinking….maybe that his neighbor is a closet nudist, or something? Of course, I didn’t figure out the reason for the awkward look that he gave me until after I had turned around. Hopefully he was still looking — at least so that he would know that there were other clothes involved, after all.

Ahhh, I love being such a dummy. It makes life so funny and interesting.

Whoops!
Yesterday, since we had to leave pool after not swimming because of thunder and other stuff, we decided to return to swim after dinner.

So, we went back home to get stuff done (me) and play (them) while we waited.

The boys changed out of their swimsuits. I threw on my big apron over my swimsuit and got started on dinner. I should mention here that I don’t really like wearing a swimsuit. Most don’t have near enough fabric to make me feel comfortable. However, I got a new one recently that has sort of a high neck and also has a skirt. So, as far as swimsuits go, it is modest. I didn’t change because I didn’t want to be bothered with it and, knowing what a messy cook I am, I put on my biggest apron to shield my suit from the chili I was making for dinner.

So, after the chili got going, I decided to do some other stuff around the house. Then I figured that I should take out the trash and recycling and wheel it all to the curb for pick-up the next day.

The problem with all of this (and I’m sure that you saw it coming) is that, no matter how modest the swimsuit, a big apron will cover most of it up. So, my neighbor walked by and only saw the apron and the flip flops. He did a double take. I wonder what he was thinking….maybe that his neighbor is a closet nudist, or something? Of course, I didn’t figure out the reason for the awkward look that he gave me until after I had turned around. Hopefully he was still looking — at least so that he would know that there were other clothes involved, after all.

Ahhh, I love being such a dummy. It makes life so funny and interesting.

Not a Day for Swimming, Yes?

So, we head over to the pool today and our timing couldn’t have been worse. Two of the three pools were already closed for defilement issues and the third one (the baby pool)was closed for the same reason less than 10 minutes after our arrival.

So we all got out. Not that most of us were in, anyway, seeing as the baby pool was the only one open.

And then it thundered. Which means a thirty minute wait.

It thundered again.

I start to wish that I had back the time that I took to sunscreen to my melanin-challenged progeny.

Then we had drama over leaving without even getting to swim.

I have one word for y’all:

Calgon.

Not a Day for Swimming, Yes?

So, we head over to the pool today and our timing couldn’t have been worse. Two of the three pools were already closed for defilement issues and the third one (the baby pool)was closed for the same reason less than 10 minutes after our arrival.

So we all got out. Not that most of us were in, anyway, seeing as the baby pool was the only one open.

And then it thundered. Which means a thirty minute wait.

It thundered again.

I start to wish that I had back the time that I took to sunscreen to my melanin-challenged progeny.

Then we had drama over leaving without even getting to swim.

I have one word for y’all:

Calgon.

Not a Day for Swimming, Yes?

So, we head over to the pool today and our timing couldn’t have been worse. Two of the three pools were already closed for defilement issues and the third one (the baby pool)was closed for the same reason less than 10 minutes after our arrival.

So we all got out. Not that most of us were in, anyway, seeing as the baby pool was the only one open.

And then it thundered. Which means a thirty minute wait.

It thundered again.

I start to wish that I had back the time that I took to sunscreen to my melanin-challenged progeny.

Then we had drama over leaving without even getting to swim.

I have one word for y’all:

Calgon.

Thank You, Coca-Cola

This world is an interesting place, y’all. Things sometimes fit together in curious ways.

An explanation:

I’m allergic to Missouri. But, Missouri, don’t be down about it, because I’m allergic to Mississippi and Alabama, too. Mississippi and Alabama lead to bronchitis — you just make my head hurt. And it’s funny, every Spring that rolls around, you make my head hurt in a different spot.

Repeatedly.

So, thanks for keeping it interesting.

A few years ago it was my cheekbones. They would ache at certain times and I would feel like they were so heavy that they were going to actually fall off my face.

This year, you have decided to sock me right between my eyes. Right underneath the wrinkles that my youngest son so loves to look at. The wrinkles that look like a wonky eleven.

My sister, Deana, and I elect to call wrinkles …wranks. Don’t know when we started that — years ago now. Not that she has any, the goose.

Anyway, one day I was driving carpool when I decided that I simply must pull into a drugstore and get something to take for for my headache. And, I didn’t have anything to take the medicine with, so I did a very uneconomical thing. I bought a bottle of Cherry Coke to take it with. Normally, I would have just found the store’s water fountain and waited until I could get home to get something else to drink. But I was slap in the middle of carpool — so not getting home anytime soon — and, dang it, I wanted something cold to hold against my forehead to take my mind off of the pressure zinging me right between the eyes.

I found out something interesting.

You may recall, a coke bottle is shaped like this:

And so, when I put it to my forehead, I found out that we were a perfect match for each other.

Even down to the little notches in the bottom of the bottle that are a perfect cut-out for my nose. I’ve pondered figuring out how to make a head band, of sorts, so that I can hold the thing on there while I go about my day.

Now, wouldn’t that look glamorous.

So, if you see me, and my forehead wranks seem to have magically disappeared, don’t assume that I’ve suddenly gone in for some Botox.

Nope, I’ve just frozen my forehead with a Coke bottle.