Blame it on the rain

It has rained everyday here since Thursday. NONSTOP. I love rain.When it last a few hours. I love the smell of the wet ground when there has been a light dusting of wetness on the pavement. It smells fresh and crisp. I love opening my windows and letting the damp air trickle thru my window screen. The smell that illuminates the air is nice. Stale dull air is replaced with fresh, spring air. It also masks the odor of my bees..They smell sometimes..Not sure why, I do bathe them. Occasionally.

But when its raining for 5 days in a row, things get messy. Your nice crisp smelling air turns into air that smells of dead fish and rotten worms and seaweed. The carpet in my basement is getting damp. It is making me mad. I am about ready to send a dove out to land with an olive branch soon. I wish I had Noah's cell number, I would call him and ask to build us a boat, or a yacht.

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Ok I will explain about Norm. A dear blog friend of mine Peggy at www.hiddenhavenhomestead.blogspot.com has sent her little garden gnome Norm on a vacation. I think she is getting out of feeding him for a few months. But it was my turn to take him. This little Gnome will make his way around the world before he makes his way back to Peggy late this summer.

Here are some more pics of Norm...This is one of him smelling my cookies..He was hungry from his trip.


















Here he is napping in my dogs bed..Gosh I hope he isn't a bed wetter, or my little pooch Ellen will probably chew his legs off..yikes..

















tomorrow I plan on seeing how well this little guy holds his liquor. By gosh someone is gonna get wasted on Bossy's birthday. I will put a party hat on him and let him have a sliver of my cake..Just a sliver mind you. I am pig.

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Nothing pisses a 2 year old off more than those special markers that only write on special paper. My boo bee has some and was coloring a picture on the special paper. When she tried writing on her hand and could not, all heck broke lose. She threw it at me and told me the marker was broke.

Praise the good folks at Crayola. I would like to meet the brains of this operation. It saved me from having to give that one a bath today.
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I am applying for a job at our sheriffs dept. My pay would be over 100 % more than I make right now at my jewelry counter. I really hope I can snag it. I would love to help pay for Mr Shaky Pants books and some of his tuition at the Holy School. I know it wont save me a place in Heaven, but gosh maybe my seat in hell wont be so warm.

Bee Real
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