the only way to overcome my fear of writing is by writing.

the last few months, we have seen a lot of travel, a lot of extra time spent with friends, a lot of decision making, and a whole lot of prayer.  needless to mention, i have once again slowed down on my posts to the breadmilkbutter site.  the problem with this is that if i don't do it all the time, the creative side of my brain gets all flaccid and weak.  my mind needs some mental yoga, so i am just going to let these here random thoughts fly and see if we can't get back into shape again.

Nothing inspires me like the words of frank (4 1/2).  here he was explaining what his leggos were doing:

"see this guy, he was a trash man. 

but now he is not.  

he is still alive, so he is flying this ship,

but all these other guys were allergic to "macsedamia" and so they all died.  

but he is not allergic to macsedamia.   

so when it shot out at him like this "pshwooosh! (while demonstrating some sort of lethal fuel shooting up in the air from a black leggo cylinder ) he did not die like those other guys."

and this conversation occurred while driving in the car listening to this song from Wilco.

frank: "What's inside a well?"
me: "water"
frank: "how dark is it?"
me: "wells can be pretty dark.  it depends on how deep is the well."
frank: "Is it as dark as bear skin?"
me: "what?"
frank: "you know, bear skin.  I mean, bear fur.  Is it as dark as grizzly bear fur?  Grizzly bear fur is as dark as my seat belt when the sun isn't shining on it."

(note, i do believe he was confusing the black bear with the grizzly as he has a small black bear at home, but only knows the word "grizzly" and is not yet familiar with all the different north american bear species. something to work on this summer perhaps.)

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Ford, on the other hand, is often best described in his photos.  What you can't see in this photo, is that his shirt says, "Dirt don't hurt" and that his booty is in fact, caked with sand.

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Last night, i squished up a ripe banana and mixed it with some conditioner and rubbed it all over my head. i did this because the man who dyed my hair auburn said that it would be good for my hair every once in a while.  a friend tried to skype with me while i had banana head, and i decided to decline the call.  After washing it all out, I proceeded to do other things that evening all the while wondering just how long i would smell like a smoothie.  Then this morning i discovered that the reason i still smelled like a banana was because i did in fact, have quite a number of pieces of dried banana chunks still in my hair.  And you know what else?  i didn't even wash them out before taking frank to his first day of VBS at a fancy church this morning.  I can assure you that i was indeed the only mom with dried banana chunks in her hair there this morning.  Thank you K-State hat, you have covered a multitude of hair-related faux pas over the years.  But the real question that i know you want to ask is: Did it work?

 yes it did.  thanks, ramin, my hair feels so soft.  and fruity. 

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all is right with my little world today, i got to type and bake, and share the evening with some sweet friends.

one good thing about summer: the fruit pies.  

next up, is the box of peaches sitting on my counter just itchin' to get made. 

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here's one for daddy.  miss you terrible.