Musings & Mustard

I'm waiting for the kettle to boil but I'm not looking forward to a cup of tea with nothing to dunk into it. I need an Arrowroot or Massy Log or Lemon Social Tea or chocolate chip cookies. Gluttony. If I go to Hell for anything, it will be gluttony. I am crunching on some trail mix but I don't think a dried banana slice or chunk of granola is all that great when dipped into some piping hot yummy tea.

I'm a little depressed this evening. My lawn is being mowed and I'm oddly saddened by it. I was discovering that grass can grow to amazing heights and even sort of flowered on the top. It looks like I'm growing brilliant green wheat in my backyard but it looks fun. Miss Lily has a blast fighting her way through the tall grass going to school in the morning and I've noticed quite a lot of butterflies back there. I'm also sure there is a snake or two waiting for me to find them with the kids to oooh and aahhh over his/her colours and chat about their tail and their bellies before we let them go. Oh well, nothing I can do about it I guess. The lawn will be mowed for no other reason than to keep my house looking "presentable". You know, I have to admit that I LOVE dandelions too. I think they're pretty and wouldn't be against planting them in my own yard but yet again, have to keep up appearances....dandelions and tall grass – BAD.

Mr. Man got more parts for his dirt bike today. Ah hem....MX bike. (He would be appalled by my use of the words "dirt bike"...weirdo.) This is quite an expensive little hobby he's got going on but it certainly makes him happy. Why is it some men are only truly happy when completely covered in mud?? I can't say I'm immune to the fun of being on a bike in the woods, cruising the trails and getting a little dirty...it's entertaining at the very least as well as challenging and quite an adrenaline rush. Honestly though, I need to know the incredible, insatiable need to be completely covered in wet, hooey-gooey mud. I must get myself my very own DIRT BIKE and try it. Who knows, maybe I'll enjoy it too. Something tells me the mud is more of a badge of honour than anything – "Hey, look what I just did!! I can throw bigger rooster tails than yooouuu..." I have a picture of Mr. Man in my head with that silly, satisfied grin on his face. My train of thought is passing here...I can hear the lawn mower....booooo.....

Don't make popcorn and start feeling nostalgic about your grass (literal grass, not the puff-puff kind) because you'll end up burning your popcorn the way I just did. White cheddar flavour shakers just don't taste the same on burnt popcorn.

My farm got their flea treatment today. Surprisingly they were all well-behaved creatures. Little Miss Chloe wanted to be flea treated as well so Mr. Man pretended to put some on her back (we have the squirty kind for between their shoulder blades) but Little Miss decided that wasn't good enough, threw a tantrum and told us she wanted it on the back of her neck. So, once again, Mr. Man had to pretend to flea treat our two-year-old. Hopefully CAS won't hear of this, lol.

I have a million thoughts in my head right now but they're all completely disorganized. I wish I could stick a filing cabinet in my ear.

But...someone is crying upstairs...I'm off for another night.....