It's what I hear every time I sit down to blog lately.
I was going to post a picture of a cricket - and then when I Googled crickets, I almost fell out the chair with the heebie jeebies when I saw them.
Crickets freak me out more than mustard does.
And that's a lot my friends.
Law, I'm covered in the chills thinking about it.
Seems that there's so much I want to tell you, and yet nothing in particular.
This could possibly be a 'kitchen junk drawer' type of post.
A little bit of everything.
I've always envied the bloggers than can stick to one subject during a post.
I just simply can't blog about birds and pie crusts when there is so much stirring in my soul.
Sorry to keep you hanging since the last post.
I've been weird.
I'm very introspective at the moment, and for now it's a good thing.
If I get any worse, I'm sure Glenco will splash me with cold water.
Aaron is in this building as I type.
He started yesterday.
I cried like a baby when I left the school.
Cried like a baby when I got home.
The house is so quiet now that all I hear are my ears ringing.
I know there are some of you that would love to have silence so loud that your ears ring.
Be careful what you wish for!
I miss him.
Law, how I miss that boy child.
But he is happy. For now. And that is enough.
Now, if that's all ya'll have popped over to find out - that yes, Aaron is in school, and it's ok - please feel free to click on over to one of < ------- those blogs where there is something really interesting going on.
I keep meanin' to tell you that out of the six bantam baby chicks I got - four are dudes.
Beautiful, cocky, funny dudes.
I've never seen the show 'Jersey Shores' and yet, I've named them all from the show -
I may possibly rename my sweet hen Sissy, Snooki, but I just can't bring myself to do it yet.
They just seem Italian to me - I have no idea why.
They delight me endlessly - and I hope to keep them all, or most of them.
They haven't started fighting 'too' bad yet.
I wanted to tell you about my darling friend Renee that popped over here on August 21st - which is National Cupcake Day.
This girl is too much.
She even had Cupcake wine!
Maude has been giving Mocha the cat 'the eye'. They've been dining together and spending entirely too much time together. I've hooked Maude up on MatchDuck.com and she is perusing some profiles. A duck and a cat? It's just not natural Maude. What would the neighbors think?
Speaking of the neighbors. Remember the brawling neighbors? During the Garden Walk?
Up and gone.
House is up for sale yet again.
Won't ya please, please won't ya be my neighbor?
Been playing with the bees again.
Not sure about my honey situation.
But I must say, I love those little bugs. I feel confident with my gloves and suit on, and those little buzzing beauties mesmerize me.
It's Zenlike even.
Speaking of Zen like things -
I saw the movie Eat, Pray, Love.
I hadn't read the book, and now I want to but doubt that I will.
I liked the movie.
It was slow moving.
I liked the clothes Julie Roberts wore.
Nothing boob inappropriate like I always choose.
I need good egg carrying access in a shirt.
She wore all these nice flowing things that made it looked like she just finished Downward Facing Dog or Tree Pose.
I told Glen that I was taking an oath of silence for a week, staying upstairs where there was no air conditioning and living on green tea. I saw the glimmer of hope in his eye that I was telling the truth. Can you imagine? Me? Silent?
I am reading a book presently, that was referred to me from one of ya'll -
Women, God and Food, by Geneen Roth.
I've also spent some time on the Weigh Down Workshop website.
Good stuff. Very good stuff.
Want to cut your grocery bill in half? Eat half as much ! Ha! That's not in the book, that's my pearl of wisdom - no charge.
I'm down 8#.
I'm feeling emotions.
I could blog on that all day, but I don't want to bore you with the details.
Let's just say, it's freeing - it's frightening - it's illogical and madness all rolled into one.
I'll never diet again.
I wanted to tell you about the wedding that Aaron photographed!
Yep, he took pictures for a real wedding.
It was a lovely, casual, country wedding, and he did a great job.
I'm sure he'll be sharing photos soon.
So here I sit, tapping my fingernails on the desk, staring out the window.
This is my life now.
I just am.
I'm not a 'homeschooler' anymore.
I'm not an 'employee' some where.
I'm a wife, an aunt, a friend.
I'm a Coopkeeper, a beekeeper, a gardener.
I like bacon and squirrels.
I still hanker to work at Starbucks during the holidays.
I'm sure I'd be known as the Singing Barista.
I have a bad case of musical Tourettes.
Today I pruned bushes.
I'm going to Home Depot for Ornamental Millet.
I'm making smoked sausage for supper.
I'll watch a little tv tonight and read.
I'll feed chickens and collect eggs.
Riveting isn't it?
Aren't ya glad you stopped by?
I'm fighting the urge to throw myself into something big.
A new job.
A new hobby (yes, Deborah, a new hobby!)
I'm just being for the moment.
I'm just doing all the little things around here that need doing.
Pruning, painting, decluttering, etc.
I'm trying to be keenly aware of each day.
Cause what is life, if it's not this?
I want to be alive in each moment.
It seems that in some odd way, I've spent my life fearing feeling - and now I'm craving it.
I want to feel it all.
The good, the bad and the ugly.
I think that when we fear to feel - it is a true sign that we are in control - we are fighting to maintain control - but when we no longer fear to feel - we have truly let go.