Never a dull conversation

Girlchild: Hey Bob, we get to go to Uncle Mike's house tonight and eat crawdads?

Bob: I don't think I like crawdads.

The Mom: You like crab, you might like them.

Bob: Mom, did you know that Shaggy and Scooby suck the juices out of the crawdad tails.

Me: That's how people from the South do it.

Bob: When I grow up, I want to be a people from the South.

The Poisonwood Bible

The Poisonwood Bible, written by Barbara Kingsolver, has been my favorite book so far this year.  It is the story of a Southern missionary, Nathan Price, who moves his wife and 4 daughters from Georgia to the Belgian Congo in the 1959 to convert the savages to Christianity.  Nathan is not as successful with his mission as he would like to be, and the girls find themselves in the Congo trying to survive for the foreseeable future.  The story is told in part by each of the 5 Price girls.  I thought that it might be a bit confusing jumping around but I soon settled into the book and found that each girl in their own turn had a commanding voice and their own take on what was happening around them. 

I enjoyed The Poisonwood Bible so much it might just make my short list of favorites that get read again and again.

If you feed a man a monster

If you are traveling along the loneliest highway in America and you find yourself in Middlegate.  You might as well stop in to say hi.

And if you stop in to say hi, you might as well order up a bloody mary or a monster burger because they are both tasty and delicious.

(and while we are on the subject of tasty AND delicious....the chicken fried steak is also amazing, just sayin')

And after you've tried your hand at eating said monster burger, you probably will need to wash your face.  On your way to the bathroom you might as well walk slowly and see if you can find anyone you know's John Hancock on one of the dollar bills on the ceiling.

And if you find yourself in Middlegate, you might as well travel a hop skip and a jump to see what Gabbs is all about.  Don't worry, if you lose your high security motel room key, it's postage guaranteed.  But do watch out for cows in the road.  You can thank me later.

If you find yourself in Gabbs on St Patty's day weekend, you might as well go to the fireman's ball.  There really isn't anything else to do that town anyway.  And if you go to the fireman's ball, you might just find yourself staring at an old man in a leprechaun outfit....right down to the sparkly, green shoes.

And if you find yourself at the fireman's ball in Gabbs on St. Patty's day, be prepared to not eat dinner till midnight.  They were not joking about that.  Not at all.

Working the System

Bob: Mom, is your back still hurting?

Me: Yes.

Bob: You should tell your boss that you need to go home early and rest.
And on the way home you can pick me up.  But you should come get me before naptime.
Okay?

The Best Lazy Decision I Have Ever Made

And that's how you know it's spring!

Daffodils are the easiest flower I've ever planted. 

They are forgiving to my negligent ways.

They bloom every spring like clock work.

I love them. 

The strangers who come to the front door remark on how beautiful they are.

I can't wait to have some cuttings to put on the dining room table.

First one standing in line

Summer is coming.....never mind that it's snowing outside as I type this. 

Looking forward to

tan lines

snow cones

cotton candy

tent camping

back porch sitting

a tall glass of sun tea

running through the sprinklers

growing the garden

thunder storms

watermelons

slip-n-slides

fishing trips

BBQ ribs

Can't. Hardly. Wait.

The Proof is in the Broomstick

This last week, my facebook friends have been posting picture after picture of a broom standing up in the middle of a room by itself.  So I had to try it myself.



My witch tricks



According to the interwebs, you can do this little trick anywhere / anytime, not just during the equinox. 

And that has me wondering.  If anyone can balance a broom anytime they want, how is that 9 times out of 10 when I lean the broom against the counter, so I can stoop down with the dust pan, it falls and hits me in the head?