Good afternoon! It has been a long time since I have posted. I keep meaning to write but I get distracted. I wonder why. Lets see... So much to talk about:
Basement flooded: Found frogs in the window well:
Peonys bloomed: Hanging with my gnomies:
There are blackberries growing along the back fence:
I've been working a lot lately. Thinking about getting a new camera, a small one so when I go places I actually take it out of the car. There are so many options and decisions. I can't decide. I must research further.
I will try to write more. I make no promises.
Been a long time
I really shouldn't read the news
So, according to some wench that fox 'news' and I use the word news lightly, dug up, the most recent winner of American Idol is fat. See this article. She is So not fat. This is what I don't understand:
Emaciated is defined as: No obvious body fat, the ribs and backbones are easily seen form a distance. There is noticeable muscle loss. The waist has an accentuated hourglass shape and the abdomen is severely tucked. Or this: 
Poor Puppy. He's all better now, I checked.
This is what the fashion industry tries to sell as beautiful: 
I'm sorry, but I don't see the difference. I see women who are under-nourished and emaciated. I do not see beautiful. Check back. I will be showing you what I think is beautiful shortly.
K.C.: 2 Years, Ryan: 3 Years.
K.C. and Ryan, Who are you? Where are you? When were you here? Do you remember the day you pressed your tiny hands into the concrete in the basement? Probably not. Do you remember seeing them years later? How small they are compared to your hands now. There are so many things about this house that drive me nuts, how one side of the house is so much hotter than the other, how there are switches that aren't connected to anything, the wires that go nowhere, but when I come across little things like this, it makes me appreciate an older house. So, for now, I will care for these tiny hands.
The Cicadas are Coming! The Cicadas are Coming!!!
I wish the cicadas would just get here and be done with it already. I am getting a little tired of all this Chicken Little type hype. It's not the end of the world. Yea, I know. Lots of giant bugs. Big deal. I was here 17 years ago. Lots of giant bugs. It was gross and loud but move on. Any excuse not to report any actual news. So in case you missed it: The cicadas are coming! Only once every 17 years! They are loud! They Make Noise! Watch out for the annoying Cicadas! That is ALL THEY DO! They look freaky and make noise. Maybe that is why everyone was so fascinated by Sanjaya. He looked freaky and made noise, like a cicada?
A great weekend for goodies.
I found a dresser finally. I got it at the antique show in Grayslake. I LOVE it. 1930s, art deco, birds eye maple. The drawers are deep, will hold a lot of stuff. It even has the original drawer pulls.
I also picked up on of my favorite candy bars over the weekend. They are a bit pricey for every day, about $1.30 each. They are milk chocolate on the outside and this crunchy sweet salty stuff on the inside. Its hard to describe. I love them.
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