It's amazing what you can find creeping up your porch screen....wee one brought this little guy to me a while ago. Have you ever felt a snail? They feel like those squishy, sticky things you get out of gumball machines. You know the ones that your kids throw against the car windows as you are driving, startling you, causing you to swerve whilst screaming at the top of your lungs that, "IF YOU DO THAT ONE MORE TIME I'M GOING TO STOP THIS CAR AND _______(*enter threat here). Anyway, Gary was released back into the wild after taking the picture and is now 2 inches from where he was to begin with, three hours ago.
It's been a relaxing Sunday. Dh and wee one built the first wall for the tree house and then mowed the lawn. Betsy worked all day and I went clothes shopping alone. It isn't so bad taking the girls with me, however, when I have the girls and John, I can NOT concentrate. Last night at the mall I was looking for a bathing suit. I did fine for a while, as they were shopping at Sam Goody. However, it was like baby ducks following their mommy once they found me. I circled the same rack of clothes three times to see if they would follow....they did. So, today I enjoyed a leisurely stroll through WalMart, trying on clothes and taking my time. It was so nice. (BTW, I didn't buy anything). Right now everyone is home relaxing in different parts of the house. Betsy is eating her soup, John is snoozing while watching Maximum Overdrive, and wee one is sitting behind me on the floor, organizing her Barbie clothes and singing "Bye, Bye Miss American Pie" over and over and over again. Go figure.
I got a strange comment the other day on one of my entries.
Your life sounds too good to be true. I hope it is.. but I doubt it.
Comment from boisefutimes - 6/11/05 1:51 AM
I don't try to make my life sound good. In actuality, I try very hard not to sound as though everything is wonderful all the time. I don't candy coat what I write here. Trust me, my life is far from perfect. My husband is not happy in his line of work, my kids misbehave, I have suffered with serious OCD, we have credit card debt....we are a family with joys, sorrows, good days and bad days. I suppose the difference is that I choose to find the humor in the bad/sad/frustrating happenings of our lives. Face it, no one has the perfect life. It's how you choose to deal with the difficulties that makes the difference.
This is why I love my journal. It's a therapy of sorts for me. I've learned to "not sweat the small stuff" by writing out my frustrations in a humorous way. It's amazing how your attitude can change just by looking at lifes little foibles through laughter.
My husband may not be thrilled with what he is doing at work, however we are thankful that he has employment when so many are struggling to find work. My kids may misbehave, but I am so lucky to have two healthy (albeit sometimes ornery) children. My OCD is under control. As for the credit card debt, well, three out of four isn't bad....
So, boisefutimes, don't doubt the fact that my life is good, because it is....warts and all.