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The windows are open, the weather is beautiful and the breeze is flowing. I call this a spring cleaning day, plus I have to start putting away clothes for a road trip so what better time to clean up. That is when I opened up Kadence's closet and was slammed in the face with a smell that is absolutely repulsive. Dead Animal. shit. (no, not dead animal shit. Shit, I smell a dead animal.) Now, I live in the country so it isn't unusual for a mouse to get into our house, or a bird in our attic. The thought of one in my daughters closet is very unsettling though. I begin by emptying everything out. shaking blankets, horrified at the thought a dead animal will fall to my feet at any moment. After the closet is empty, nothing but the smell. It must be in the walls then. And for that...there is nothing to do but wait it out. UGH! Of course I call rick up and he smells nothing. Why would he? he never smells the bad things I do...it must be a man thing. Fun. Nothing cov...

I have seriously been thinking about shutting off the tv and cancelling Netflix for the summer. From June 1st-September 1st...no tv. The question is, can it be done? Would I go as far as even cancelling our cable so there isn't that "temptation"? I could go in completely sane...and come out the other side completely insane. Not that I would consider myself completely sane anyway. The funny thing is... I don't really have shows I am attached too. Ok, the walking dead is my show, but it doesn't start back up till October, so I am perfectly safe there. Honestly, after a couple of weeks, the kids wouldn't even take notice I am sure. They would adapt pretty well. So here it is: The Summer Challenge: No tv for summer! No netflix all summer! Care to join? I am interested in what things will be learned with this "experiment"

My little Jakob is dead set on being a cowboy. I think I hear it about 20 times a day. The other morning he woke up, looked at me and said "I want to be a cowboy." my reply: "And I could be your cowgirl."(you know, that 80's song...by Boys don't cry) Jakob: "No mommy, Kadence would be a cowgirl." hmmm. This morning I asked if he wanted blueberries in his cereal. His reply: "I want to be a cowboy." my reply: "And I could be your cowgirl." He wasn't in the mood for that game, we will leave it at that. As he left for school I told him I loved him and to have a good day. His reply: "I want to be a cowboy." I went upstairs and ordered him a cowboy hat, and cowboy boots from the ol' internet.

I have recently become a fitness addict. Since the beginning of February I have been working out 5 times a week. Why does everyone seem so surprised when I tell them that? "Oh wow...really?" Yes...REALLY. And I am about to add another day to fit in more cardio. Not much to my surprise, I had not lost any weight. I am a sweet tooth fiend. Any cake, cookie, brownie, cupcake, m&m calls my name. And calls...and calls...till I give in and go nuts. Right now I am having to answer to a trainer about my eating habits. She is putting me in my place and I can't believe how little amount of sweets I have had, but I crave them all the time! Even after she said once I up my protein intake I shouldn't crave as much (maybe I didn't hear her correctly) Then comes an article I read in my Weight Watchers magazine. Dr. Oz, whom I guess is a big TV personality with his own show, has an article in there. Something about seven secrets of healthy living. I get to number 4....

I am not a morning person... so why is my goal to wake up, get ready for the day, make a cup of coffee... and go out on the porch to watch the sunrise? I have tried this the past two mornings... I have failed. The sunrise happens earlier each morning, so if I can't do it today, what is to say I can do it tomorrow when it happens 2 minutes earlier? How hard can this be? obviously for me...very difficult. I JUST WANT TO SEE THE DAMN SUNRISE! Maybe I should just video tape it...

The weather was beautiful, got to go out on a date with my husband, and got in my garden for some therapy. How much more perfect can a weekend get. On weekends like this my mind wanders (ok it always wanders) and I have specific thoughts that sometimes stick out like neon lights. Musing #1 I can not wait till the day where the only butt I have to wipe, is my own. Musing #2 In three weeks, if it is meant to be...we will have a new family member. (baby puppy..said in the most baby of voices...EVER!) Musing #3 If I had the money, I would hire Martha Stewart to organize my home from the basement on up. (She would be horrified by my current state of organization.) Musing #4 Amazing, I take my husband to a healthy restaurant, and he finds the most unhealthy thing to eat. Musing #5 I am going to wake up at 6:30 so I can get ready for the day, make my cup of coffee, and then go out and watch the sunrise. (that one is pretty funny. I can't remember the last time I actually ...

Finally am over a virus that I got over the weekend. I won't go into details... The one weekend that my mother-in-law has the two little ones and I have the whole day to myself until Krischan comes home from school...and I am sick. The one weekend that my mother-in-law has the two little ones and have the chance to do something with Krischan by himself...and I am sick. The one weekend that my mother-in-law has all three for the day and I have the chance to do something with Rick...and I am sick. Couldn't my sickness have made plans to visit another time? Like when I had to go to the dentist or something?