Hiatus

In 5 months, I will turn 40. *gasp* I remember when my mom turned the Big 4-0 twenty-one years ago and I thought it was OLD.
I had me some thinking time this weekend as the boys and The Mr. weren't around much and I purposely limited my time online severely compared to the amount I normally spend on time. I thought about what things I really want out of life and where I want my focus to be as I approach the next decade of my life. And then I thought about how much time I spend reading about other peoples' lives instead of living my own. And I got a little depressed.
I thought about two of my good friends and how one of them doesn't even have email (okay, I could never do that!) and the other one who if I need to contact, I have to call because even though she has email, she just doesn't go online that much to check it. :) And I thought about how these two friends are two friends that I look up to and rather envy because they're always enjoying life and doing things. And I also thought about the reasons The Mr. and I decided that I would stay home with the boys, and how they are seriously getting the shaft with all the time I devote to this blasted thing.

So with all that said, I'm doing a little experiment; I am going to seriously cut back the time I spend online. Because of organizations I belong to that require me to check my email daily, as well as banking, bill paying, etc. I do have to get online every day, but I don't need to check email obsessively just to see if there's a message that says if I don't forward it to 10 people in the next 7 min. I will have 7 years of bad luck. Nor do I need to see (and really don't care all that much) what Pioneer Woman is doing down on the ranch.
You see, for me the internet has become a bad habit. A habit I need to get in check.

I'll be around.....just not as much. ;) FF

Bird

I have a new buddy. The Mr. and I were sitting on the front porch the other night when he says, "look at that bird" and here's this crazy bird walking around our flower bed. Right away I knew it was a pigeon, but he's much prettier than the typical pigeon you see on top of grain elevators and underpasses. He's even got some purple in the feathers around his neck. I noticed he was tagged, so we figured he must belong to somebody. He was letting us get so close to him.
But now, after a couple days, he's getting a bit too friendly.
You ever feel like you're being watched?

The cat isn't real big on our newest "pet" either. I did call Animal Control today and they said it sounds like a homing pigeon. They said it should leave on it's own accord in a few days or so. Guess I'd better tell the boys to quit feeding him.

Farm House

So, we're just driving along I-29 near St. Joseph MO when I see this billboard:

Oh yeah, I'm so going there. If it wouldn't have been for being on the way home from a long weekend I might have insisted we stopped. But, we were all tired. The kids were asleep. And The Mr....while he will say that going to these kinds of stores doesn't bore him to tears, he will stand around and make sighing noises loudly so I end up spending only 10 minutes in a place like this as opposed to 3 hours. Ya know? I mean, this is the same man who calls potpourri and scented candles "man repellent" after all.

So, I'll just wait and hit this place the same time I hit this this one....Nell Hills And it will be so, so sweet........Ahhhhhh

Cars

Last big car show of the year. We'll still hit one more local show, but this was the second and last Goodguys Show we go to of the year. This one was in Kansas City, KS at the Speedway: The Mr. and I have a little game we play after every car show. What was our favorite car? His was this one:

And this one. He likes the Camaros:
This was mine. I like Camaros too, but I saw this Hemi Cuda and the Camaros went out the window:
And the boys, being carnuts as well, decided that Twizzlers make good roads:


And you have to get "tatoos":


Fall is my favorite time of year, but I'm always sad to say good-bye to Summer and car shows. One more local show, then the '68 will be in the garage and The Mr. will be going over it with a fine-tooth comb and getting it ready for next year.