Grumpy right offf the bat!

Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE is soooo joyful/happy/elated/delighted/and just-plain-giddy with the fact that SPRING is here. NOT ME!

Bah-humbug...

What is spring, after all? that all people everywhere couldn't wait for it to arrive. I'll tell you what it is--it doesn't matter that you are running around the kitchen with your hands in your ears, yelling: "I can't heeeear youuuuu"...I'll tell you anyway!

SPRING IS...rolled down car windows so you can get the fresh, crystal clear air, and a heavy smoker stops at the same lights you do, for your entire trip on the Boulevard.

SPRING IS...taking a walk around the neighbourhood, to see the neighbours and say hi...but they are all burning their leaves.

SPRING IS...going to the park to catch a glimpse of the deer and other pretty critters...and all the bikers in the whole world deciding to do the same thing, arriving all at the same time and revving up an unbearable cacophony.

SPRING IS...the mosquitoes are back!

SPRING IS...the high school people on spring break, and their music causing a 6.6 rumble on the Rickter scale.

SPRING IS...not being grumpy.

I AM NOT GRUMPY!...It only sounds like it. I just looked out, and there is a FULL MOON! Arf!

SPRING IS...seeds for pretty flowers, crispy lettuce, plump tomatoes, snap peas, and all the rest!

I'll leave you with this:


"While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease." Gen 8:22

In His hands, ^__^

Dry Dishes--as per Candy. Nails in dough update.

Candy asked that we show our dishes in the diswasher...I am the dishwasher, so you get to see the dishes drying,


and my hands (the dishwasher) doing the dishes. [age of sink, unknown, perhaps approaching antiquity; therefore, soon, I can sell it on ebay]

{The white thing across my nuckles is a beam of sunlight}

Some of our friends are horrified that we do not have a dishwasher. I have to tell them that I used to have five dishwashers, but they all got married. (the children display an askew look and then wisper in their Momma's ear...) That story is getting too old to tell anymore.
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We are Too Much, waaaaayyy too much!

Yesterday when DH got home and he read my blog, we found a comment by BellaMama asking why didn't I use a magnet..................(What?! that would have been too easy.)

DH said that when he told of my 'adventure' at the office, one of the guys said: "why doesn't she use a magnet?" DH answer that it was because the nails were brass. [you know 'guys': end of comment, end of conversation]

Just letting you know that the magnet thought crossed my mind several times; however, the very logical person that I am, I squelched the thought by responding with another thought of: "nah!, the nails are aluminium, so a magnet would not work" The thought came back again and again {do you think the Lord was telling me? sure He was!}

While laughing and laughing, DH said get one of the refrigerator magnets, and a brush nail and see what happens...You sure guessed it! the whole brush attached to the powerful magnet (recovered from a hard drive) which lives on my refrigerator door...we laughed for quite a long time, because we (both) were so sure the nails would not 'come' to the magnet.

Last I checked this morning, there were many birds eating the dough at the compost corral.

I have found that I am not as thorough as I believed myself to be. RED FLAG OF CAUTION TO ALL OF YOU WHO READ THIS: BE THOROUGH!

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I'll leave you with this:

"Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them that put their trust in him.
Add thou not unto his words, lest he reprove thee, and thou be found a liar." Pro 30:5-6

In His hands, ^__^