It is just life.

So lately, my kids aren't doing much to give me any blog fodder. Life is relatively boring and routine with soccer, church and housework and I consider that a good thing.

You probably don't want to hear about everyday life with us so I don't write about it.

I feel like you don't care that I re-acquainted myself with a friend recently and found out we have much more in common and a deeper friendship than I had originally thought.

I feel like you don't need to be bothered with pictures from our trip to a local orchard.

I feel like you couldn't possibly care less that the orchard is now surrounded by a windmill farm taking away from its simplistic roots, but somehow giving it a new mystique.





I feel like you don't at all find it interesting that this is the face of my friend after warning her husband not to throw the contents of the garbage can into the bonfire at their home in the country under construction only to be ignored and for the rest of the party to find out that a small compressed gas cylinder used to power a nail gun will first sizzle and scream like a Roman Candle before it explodes like a shotgun shell sending embers flying everywhere.

That's the trashcan in the background JUST before he was cautioned NOT to dump it.

And WHY would you be interested in knowing that on beautiful Fall Saturdays my boys set up little parties in the bed of Daddy's Pick-up for hang-outs with their friends.

And what could be more boring that seeing Gavin wears his chocolate pudding on his face...


And Grant wears his on his sleeve?


Why would you be interested to know all that? It is just life.



KEEP BELIEVING