World's Worst Blogger Award

I've come to realize that I'm the world's worst blogger.

It's ok.

I really am ok with it.

Is there an award for that?

I'm giving it to myself.

I mean - I start a story - and never finish it -

I start things like the "Pink Chicken Revolution" and then never speak of it for a year -

I have the best of intentions, I truly do.

Life just keeps getting in the way.

Love me.

:-)

We came home from camping a day early.

It was HOT.  Like 102 with a heat index of 110.

 There was no sleeping to be had.

I tried to sleep the second night out on a vintage chaise lounge, right outside of the camper.

It didn't work.

MY towels were disheveled on the line and I just didn't care.

Bring on the foil.

I couldn't care.

I wouldn't.

Camping is a fall activity.

So let it be written, so let it be done.

It's Monday am at 5:53am and I have 19 roosters serenading me, and the entire neighborhood.

I may also be the world's worst neighbor.

Today's blog will be short and pointless.

Please reference the first sentence of this post.

At "Art in the Garden" at Gardens on the Prairie yesterday with my friend Laura Snyder.
I just bought that super cute hat!

I feel like the old Jayme is rearing her lovely head again.

I have a list.

It's now 5:55am and I'm heading out to the garden as soon as I hang the sheets on the line.

I have to say - I think I'm more comfortable with this Jayme.  I have to blend the two - the new carefree Jayme - and the old Nazi Jayme.

I'm completely renovating the garden.

I gave away two trunkloads of perennials yesterday.

I sold my loom.

I feel driven.

I got the cutest new pair of glasses you ever did see - pick them up in a week.

Aaron shan't be testing for the GED until August 15th and 16th - so please adjust your prayer and fasting schedules.

It's too light out to be up and on the Interweb.

"Ve must get to vork!"

Happy Monday!