On my Mind

It's 6am on a Monday, and I have some things I feel compelled to tell you:

1. After all these years, I finally learned the rules about the differences between semi colons and colons.

2.Today, it's my girls' turn to go to Grandma and Pop Pop's house.  They woke up at 5:30 and asked me about belt selections, outfit choices, hair accessories, and matching shoes.  They're sitting on their suitcases at the front door and we don't leave for hours.  When my son went, I had to force him to bring more than one shirt.  His entire suitcase was filled with pocket knives, archery supplies, and work gloves.

3. Today was the day I intended to tackle painting the chicken coop, but I woke up to thunder, lightening, rain, and 700% humidity. My chickens are pecking the paint off of the outside of the coop in an obsessive compulsive manner.  At 4:45 a.m. this sounds like 5 woodpeckers drilling holes outside my window, or maybe a jack hammer. I can't decide.

4. I'm finishing up an art project that I can't wait to post about.  I'm 90% done, but the last 10% is all about the details.  It will make or break my project, and I'm in a puddle of anguish and indecision about how to finish it.  My husband just grunts when I tell him about the options.  He's no good to me in times of crafting crisis.  What I need is my mother.....which brings me to my next point....

5. My brother has stolen my parents.  He has ripped them from me and forced them into hard labor preparing his house for his soon- to- be- wife, and preparing for his wedding.  O.K....not really....they volunteered for it, but still!  I need my mother for crafting project advice; she's a visionary.  I need my dad to replace the lighting fixtures in my bathroom; my husband doesn't do electricity. (Odd isn't it?  He's not afraid of a natural gas explosion, but the guy won't touch anything with electricity involved.) Anyway, I can't have my parents back for over three more weeks and I don't know if I can make it that long.
Mom, Dad...If you're reading this, I heart you.

6. One of my chickens started to lay  really long, skinny, pointy eggs that don't fit into the carton.  I'm too embarrassed to give these away.  I will make them into egg salad.  I hope this phase doesn't last long.

7. After I said all those horrible things about my husband's corn in the spring, it was uprooted in a micro burst during a huge storm we had over the weekend.  I felt so bad that I went out there and replanted the knocked over ones, and I think they're gonna make it.  What's worse; My sunflowers came away unscathed from the incident and that made him even more upset.

8. Last night at my church small group, they were short on song books, and were trying to locate one for my husband and I. I didn't want them to fuss over it, so I made the super smart-mouthed comment that I didn't need one because the really righteous people who grew up in the church already know all of the hymns.  And right on cue, the leader said, "Tonight's hymn is  "Humble Thyself in the Sight of the Lord".  It was so funny, I couldn't stop laughing.