Gene paid me an unusual compliment yesterday. “Hey you’re keeping your flowers alive this year”, he said. It made me feel good, because it’s true: I have zero green thumbs. And yes, my flowers are alive, not thriving, but alive, and that’s what counts in my book. Of the three rows of carrots I planted, one survived. Not one row, one carrot. I’m not sure if I should pamper it or pull it out. I’m on round number two with pepper plants because the original ones didn’t make it. I have three half rows of green beans instead of the three full rows I planted. On the upside, I have three healthy looking squash plants and that’s funny since I didn’t plant any squash. Oh well. I’m not sure why I torture myself this way. I guess the reason is when I’m finally done and have my green beans in the freezer, I can think, “boy I feel like a virtuous woman”.
Speaking of virtuous women, I was reminded yesterday during church of the Proverbs 31 women. So I took a little peek at her. And I was reminded again of my love/hate relationship with her. I wonder why so much attention is given to the things she does instead of her heart. I wonder since she’s so busy does she have time for her children? I wonder if it ticks her off that her husband can bum around at the gate while she’s out buying fields. I guess most of all she intrigues me, because I’m not sure if she exists. On the other hand, I would definitely recommend a woman like that to my son too. Now before you get all worked up about my warped view of her, I’ll say this: She is an inspiration to me, and she’s a frustration to me. I’m actually learning to have a little more faith because of her. Faith that there is a good reason God let her in the Bible, not just to tick me off or make me feel like a failure, something more. And in case you’re wondering, yes, I have had this fixation on her for quite a while now. I keep thinking I need to do an in-depth study on her to put it to rest once and for all.
End with some pictures of my kids. Seriously I never knew I had such strong maternal genes. Sometimes I love my kids so much my heart feels like it will explode. Other times, oh well, we won’t go there. I guess today is one of those days I look at my little boy and girl and “I want to squish you guys to pieces!”.
This is what she does all day: Plays with the kittens. And yes, she gets filthy.
This is what he does all day: Rolls around in his walker. He loooves it.
I love this picture, they’re both cracking up.
I had to add this one, because she is wearing
my old dress. Her little mind can almost not
comprehend that I once fit into that dress, she
thinks it’s too cool!
So long, see you next month!