Sunday, August 1, 2010

Thoughts from last one long paragraph.

And a random picture for you to enjoy
I don't like humidity. Neither does my hair. But humid days usually = afternoon thunderstorms around here. I love summer thunderstorms. Ian does not. He is afraid of thunder and lightening. I love being the one that gets to comfort him when they sky looks angry and he says, "It looks like it is going to rain" in a scared little voice. Rain makes chalk drawings look so much brighter. Wet chalk really stains your hands. Wet ground however, makes weeding so much easier. Weeds are my nemesis. I love that word, nemesis. It sounds so evil and sinister. I had an evil dream last night. Erik killed someone and I was afraid the murder was going to get blamed on me. I thought it was funny (after I woke up) that I was more worried about getting blamed for the murder than the fact that my husband KILLED someone. I think all the worrying about girls camp is causing me to have bad dreams. Camp is a week from Monday. Mondays are one of my favorite days of the week. I hope that the Monday that camp starts lives up to all the other Mondays and doesn't ruin it for the rest of the Mondays still to come. That was a crazy sentence. I don't ever want to be old and crazy. I spend time with old and crazy (but very sweet) people at the hospital each week and I really don't want to be one of them some day. I don't want to have hairs growing out of my chin when I am old either. But one or the other is sure to happen. I'll take chin hairs over crazy any day. But wait. If I'm crazy, I won't care if I have chin hairs, right? I'll have to think about that one. I am tired of thinking. I have thought too much this past month. I just want to turn off my brain for a little while and not think about anything other than what I am going to eat next. Speaking of eating, it's that time again. Grilled pork chops for dinner. Yummm. I love grilled food. Just can't get enough of it. Speaking of enough, that's what this paragraph is. Enough.

Until next time....


  1. Love this picture of you. Cute post, it makes me miss you.

  2. This long paragraph made me smile, thanks!

  3. Becky, you are awesome! I love reading your blog. I really like your style of writing.