Ewww

Since Prince Charming is putting finishing touches on the coop today, the ladies are holed up in their bin in the laundry room. I walked in there to grab some shoes and I find them all perched on the side. They must be bored. And, yes, that is poop on the floor.

The Chickens

So, the ladies will be 5 weeks old this week. They are getting too big for their box as I have found them perching on the side many times. The coop is not finished, but it can definitely hold the chickens. So, they are out in the coop during the day and in the box, inside, at night.

Lola, Henny, and Cutie

Also, for your viewing pleasure of course, a little video of their coop with a lame narration done by yours truly!

Tasty?

Today, B asked for a Peanut Butter and Salsa sandwich. Apparently it is a new favorite.

On being honest

I have stumbled upon a few blogs as of late that totally inspire me with their brutal honesty. There they are, writing for no one but themselves and have no trouble with just spilling their hearts and souls out onto the blogger template. Boy, I wish I could do that.

I used to write a lot. I have three journals practically filled to the brim with my thoughts, musings, dilemnas, frustrations, and celebrations. I don't write in those anymore. I don't really have time. Well, I don't make the time. I can type much faster than I can scribble down words on paper.

I desperately WANT to write more personally, here, for myself. I realize that this blog has an audience. Maybe I have stage fright! I have decided that along with posting my daily or weekly tidbits of my life, I will write when I want to write. You might enjoy learning a little more about what goes on under my surface. You might be surprised that I can drop an occasional f-bomb. Overall, I am writing for me and my eyes. I just hope I don't scare you away.

In light of my journaling history that I am trying to revive, here is an entry written during my freshman year in highschool taken from the Diary pictured above.

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December 18, 1991

Hey,

Hey Hon! How'z it goin? Fine I guess. Finals are this week! Christmas dance was so fun! I wish it would happen all over again. I really don't know how he feels about me, he won't tell me. All he will say is "I don't know." I really like him and care about him alot. I don't want a relationship quite yet. I just want to see him for a while.

Vale! Kel

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I like how I ask myself how I am doing and then respond. I was very tempted to correct the spelling errors, but then it wouldn't be a true 13 year old entry. And, "Vale!"??? I was such a latin nerd. (high five, meems?) How many of you are wondering who "he" is?

In the spirit of being honest, why don't I share a few things that have been bouncing around my head lately:

I got my period the other day. I can't figure out if I am genuinely bummed or terribly relieved.

I love staying at home with the boys. I am so thrilled and lucky that I don't have to go to a work place every day. I am most certain that if I did have to work, I wouldn't be as happy as I am right now. I feel very blessed that I have a wonderful husband who provides for us and allows me to be the only place I really want to be. Home.

I think I might be addicted to delicious desserts.

I am wondering if I am ever going to get a more spacious car. (Selfish. Yes, I know.)

I wish I enjoyed my husband's beer creations more. He is trying SO hard to find a recipe that I will drink. The thing is, his beer tastes GREAT! But, if I am going to consume 300 or 400 calories, I would much rather have it be in a bowl and taste like ice cream! Therein lies one of our differences.

I love my parents. They are such cool people. I would live next door to them in a heartbeat! If only that house was for sale.

Okay, that is enough for today. I enjoyed just writing whatever came to my mind.

**Rach, I double dog dare you to post a journal entry circa summer 1996**

Pest Warfare

Last night I found a scorpion on B's bedspread. Yes, he was IN the bed at the time. No, he did not wake up when Prince Charming opened a can of whoop-ass on that little critter.

I can take an occasional scorpion on the tile in my kitchen. One whack with a shoe and the problem is solved. It is the price I pay for living in the desert.

But as soon as one climbed up onto my sweet boy's bed, oh man!

It is ON! It is on like Donkey Kong!

Plans

E just informed me that today he will be going on a bike ride with his friend Jack, his friend Nolan, his friend B, and his friend Aunt JJ.

What is your three year old doing today?

Blech

My little darlings start off the day so beautifully and all is well and harmonious in our Household. And then, before the day is half over, I can't wait until they are in bed and I don't have to deal with them anymore. I hate it when that happens.

Tomorrow is a brand new day.