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I'm in a weird place today.
I feel squirrely.
I'm going off my nut.
I can't focus.
I'm like a chicken with it's head cut off.
And I feel like I'm catching a cold.
There's much to do and I want to do it.
I want a pet squirrel and I still want a pet crow.
I have the afternoon free and my mind is racing on what to do first.
I have a feeling pies, laundry, dusting and chicken feces will be involved.
A few notes from yesterday's blog...
I wanted to tell Donna in MO that I bow to you and your ability to get from Joplin to Six Flags in under four hours. I have no words. I am much nicer to friends than I am family members when it comes to travel, so chances are, if you did go on a hell run with me, it wouldn't be too bad. We could stop twice.
I also wanted to address the basket that y'all keep talking about.
Yes, I did make it.
I didn't make it that day however - it was a basket I made a few years back during my 'basket phase'. I go through a lot of phases - you have to know this about me - if something can be done - I want to know how to do it. I'd have my own steel mill here if I had the time. I have this hunger to know how things are made, and then I want to make them. I made a lot of baskets during my basket phase, most of them looked similiar to Longabergers. This was the only basket I made out of collected materials from the wild. I had to soak the branches to make them pliable. It was hard - and I almost gave up, but I didn't. It's a small, gnarly, cobbled up basket, but my cousin liked it, so I gave it to him and he usually keeps his garlic in it. I'm sorry if this has burst your bubble of me flitting about in the woods weaving baskets on a whim. I like that image too.
Something that has come to my recent attention.
The Googled word 'nipples' will bring you to my blog.
This is why.
And I'm really not sure how to feel about that.
I'm quite sure whoever it is that Googles nipples is most disappointed to find these.