"I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks." ~ Scout Finch
Naomi’s first snow, circa 2006 I think, so about age two? No gloves (didn’t even own a pair for her yet) and no socks. She just HAD to get out there.☺️ #waywaybackwednesday
Got a rather persistent bloody nose today...while DRIVING. Naomi was thankfully in the car with me doing triage (aka, pulling out napkin after napkin from my giant stash in the glove compartment). The highlight of this mobile nasal hemorrhage was Naomi yelling, “WAIT!!! Do you have a tampon you could stick up there???” #mykidisagenius#seriously#noiwasntpickingmynosesoshutup
Over the last few years a number of our friends have lost a parent in death. Your friend’s parents, often feel like one of your own parents. These people love you enough to counsel you, guide you, encourage you AND thankfully tell you when you’re being stupid. And you aren’t even their kid! I think that’s why, for me personally, it can be rough to get through. It takes a little (or big) chunk of your parent-loving heart when they go. I am forever grateful to have had them in my life, and can’t wait to welcome them back in perfect health.
Gather ‘round children, it’s Dayna’s creepy story time. You see, in an effort to be slightly more productive with my day today, I thought I would clean up the area around my garbage can while I was heating lunch up in the microwave. Move the garbage & recycle cans, vacuum, mop, wipe the mysterious drips off the side of my cabinet. As I was vacuuming I decided to be EXTRA thorough. So, I moved the small piece of flooring I have sitting horizontally on the floor behind the cans (prevents them from getting pushed into the the wall and scuffing it). I then noticed a small dark, flat chunk of something on the floor that had been under that board for who knows how long. Well, I’m lazy, so instead of picking it up and throwing it in the garbage, I left it there and decided to let the vacuum deal with it. Not surprisingly, it got stuck in the opening. Whatever, right? I’ll just reach my fingers in and pull whatever dried, congealed mystery chunk of food it is/was out and toss it. Now if it had actually been food this post wouldn’t be happening. It wasn’t food. Nope. Not even a little bit. It was, in fact, a flattened and totally dehydrated...frog. Yep. Ribbit ribbit. You’re very welcome. Swipe left if you actually want to see a picture of it. #screamedsoloud
The best part of this poo-riffic Monday? Getting my Sherlock🔍 themed @nerdy.post in the mail!!! That washi tape! 😍
I believe Montana is technically "Big Sky Country", however, Nevada sure gives her a good run for the money.
Boat load of massaman curry, and my Vegas to-do list is done.