I Won’t Be Guilty Of Overwhelming My Innards & Just How Many Kids Do You Have?

Are we ever tired of looking at butterfly photos? The correct answer is no. Female Black Swallowtail; She looks like a work of art to me.

I’m a supplement whore

I take the bulk of my vitamins and supplements in the morning. However, I’m not one to ingest them all in one big gulp {gag} like someone who is very close to me does.

I take one to two at at time over a 30-45 minute period. How my brain works: Taking all of my vitamins at once might confuse my body, so I spread the process out over the early part of the day.

This next part really has nothing to do with that, but:

I noted after a conversation with Lolo a few months ago, that she might have something similar going on in her brain. She didn’t mail ALL of her Save The Date wedding notices at once, but instead spread them out to about a dozen a day over a 3-4 day time frame. I can only assume she didn’t want to overwhelm the post office.

OR she just didn’t address them all at once. I didn’t ask.

BTW: Several of her ‘save the dates’ never made it to their destination. Post office be damned.

Which makes me wonder if my vitamins are actually making it to where they need to be or if they’re in limbo; perhaps hanging out in my esophagus or trapped behind a lung, confused as hell.

The Bumper Sticker(s)

Recently, I was behind a car that had two cute bumper stickers; I’ve blogged before about how I don’t fully comprehend the allure of bumper stickers, but these were giggle worthy. 

One sticker said: Grocery Gettin’ Loser Cruiser. 

It took me a minute, but then I gathered that this person had a life similar to many of us; their biggest outings were to the grocery store.

And the other bumper sticker read: Honk if a kid falls out. 

That one was pure gold.

I really wanted to catch up with her at a light and let her know she made my day, sadly the traffic didn’t care about me trying to give compliments and effed up my opportunity.

Well, that’s all the head scratching entertainment I have for you this week. I’m not even going to bitch about mention the gas hoarders and the fact that they almost ruined my road trip yesterday from FL to GA .

Anyone else worried about confusing their insides? Bueller. Bueller?


Comings And Goings; Bird Peepers, Sparks, Talking With Nature, Tails/Tales.

The Coach left me Friday morning until late thirty Saturday. I’m counting down the days until my Softball Widow Title can be rested. The season is almost over and don’t ask me why he’s not exhausted, but I am.

Anyhoo, much like my childhood where I found myself alone, I am never bored. I can easily entertain myself with the most mundane of things.

Such as this male cardinal looking INTO the window the other morning while his wife/mother/side piece was taking a bath right behind him. I imaged he was inquiring if there was any shampoo available for his girl.

Honestly, it doesn’t matter how many times I see a bird in the bath, I will become instantly happy and proud that they chose MY bath out of all the baths in the ‘hood.

I had a typical conversation with these two regarding how wonderful they are and how much I love them. I’ll call this photo Before & After.

I went on a cleaning tear Friday evening; vacuuming, mopping, dusting. I mean, it’s Friday night, lets PARTY clean!

I topped off the night with the epiphany that I’d already Sparked Joy in my closet a few years ago, so why didn’t I do it with my linens? Marie Kondo would have kicked me out of the club had she known, so I worked on the guest bathroom drawers and the kitchen towel drawer.

Don’t hate me because I get high on organizing. But you should probably suggest a meeting…

The dogs and I started the new season of The Handmaids Tale. None of us can count how many times June has fled or almost fled Gilead, only to be yanked back in. *sigh* I’m sure it’s hard for June, but it’s also exhausting for ME.

Look at them, almost tail to tail; they’re coming around. Well, Max is coming around, Lillie already wanted to jump his bones. The adoption agency failed to tell me that she was a Hussy.

That’s all the excitement I will can legally share with you on this delightful Monday.

Was anyone else lucky enough to Marie Kondo their home or experience a cute peeping Tom?


Thank You & Cuteness Overload

Thank you all for your well wishes, prayers and all that Jazz regarding our Nathan. He completed The Crucible challenge uninjured. He was able to make a phone call on Sunday and of course, who did he call? NOT ME. He called Lolo and they spoke for over an hour. He’s doing well and I know she was so happy to hear his voice. Still, we will not see his face until August.

He did send me a text though, so I still love him.

I will be mostly MIA this week. The Coach and I traveled to our GA place and will be working on some projects and visiting with his Dad who is coming up for the first time.

Spring is IN the air. The trees and flowers are budding and blooming. Guess what else is happening? Butterflies! I’m a bit obsessed with the Tiger Swallowtail. Mostly because I don’t have them in Florida, but also because I’m obsessed with butterflies in general. Am I telling you something you don’t know? HELL NO. But I love that these guys are all waking up from their winters nap just to tell me hello.

Can you visually take any cuteness? I’m just warning you because if you can’t, this will hurt your eyeballs.

This is how they rolled for the first part of our drive. If I weren’t driving, I would have died from the cuteness, but when you’re driving, dying from cuteness is frowned upon.

Speaking of driving: Good Lord, the traffic. I’ve never seen it so bad. Apparently people ARE traveling for Easter/Spring break, but they are driving. It took an extra 2 hours this time. My body was so stressed/tense when I finally arrived to our house. Thank goodness Wine was all the help I needed to de-stress myself.

Callie is absolutely in love with little beds. I never knew. Here I was buying these HUGE and expensive XL beds for her and all she really wants is to curl up like she’s a damn chihuahua.

They love laying in the sun and took the opportunity to share the last sunny spot as it was dwindling. I died right there looking at them. Luckily, the Coach knows CPR and brought me back to life.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

I hope all my sweet friends had a nice Easter.


Bee Well.