I abandoned my blog.
Apparently the department of blog welfare (also known as Go Daddy) heard about it and they take this type of thing seriously.
To regain custody I had to prove I was a responsible blogger by paying a fine, which they call a “retribution fee,” and I was forced to do triple back handsprings through flaming hula hoops while reciting the following blogger oath:
“I, The Naked Mother, vow to prove my blog worthiness by posting on a regular basis and never missing an episode of the Pioneer Woman’s new show on the Food Network. Amen”
Now I know you’re wondering , “What did you have to do that was so important that you neglected your blog?” And to that I say, with a huff- uh, a lot of things! I’m a busy person you know!
I grew flowers. Remember? Sadly, I didn’t sell any of them on the side of the road wearing a sun dress and flip flops and I was kicking myself for it when I saw the flower stand at the farmer’s market. That could have been meeeeee!
Isn’t it amazing how a tiny little seed can make this whole entire beautiful plant that produces hundreds more tiny little seeds that can produce another whole entire beautiful plant that produces…well, you get the point. Life is miraculous!
Ok, that was a little deep for this conversation. Back to my excuses…
It takes a lot of time to keep all 38 acres perfectly landscaped and manicured. You really have no idea how hard it is.
Oh! How did this picture get here? Ok, so maybe I have no idea how to keep 38 acres perfectly landscaped and manicured.
This is The Pilot’s old jeep from his high school days. Call me a weirdo but this photo is so pretty to me. Kind of a metaphor for finding beauty in chaos.
I obviously wasn’t beating back the morning-glory but I was doing battle with stink bugs. The Pilot planted a pretty big vegetable garden that must have looked like an all you can eat buffet to stink bugs because they completely took over. I put up a good fight in June but by July I surrendered. The only thing they didn’t like were the jalapeno and habanero plants.
One day I picked 61 jalapeno peppers! That’ll light you on fire!
I guess non of these were really good excuses. But I can think of two legitimate ones. And I don’t regret any of the time I spent on them!