I don't know if I was living in an alternate universe or what, but the month of June was ca-razy.
And not like "crazy, haha" but I mean, "crazy-crazy insane".
I'm not sure what the dealy-o was-- I kept hearing myself say things like, "It's like it's December, and right before Christmas, except it's just June." I just had . .. stuff. Crap. Junk.
I flipped through thee ole journal last night, and all it contained was list after list of crap I kept writing down to keep my brain from being scrambled with a fork.
So, can we talk? About the state of things on thee ole Tremayne country farm? The highlights? The lowlights? The in-betweenies?
I consider silence to be consent. Great! Let's move on.
First off, if I did have all kinds of time on my hands, I would soooo be doing this:
it''s on my to-do, in a big way. Can you imagine two of these? In between my apple trees? Next to my garden? Squeal!
I am so excited about this project.
Until I dig to put in the posts. Then I'll want to punch someone in the face. Hard. Heck, I might even want to punch myself in the face.
And speaking of my garden!
I have a wee bit of a problem. See, I thought it was a good idea to turn over rotting fruit in my garden last year. Compost 'n all. I assumed that purchased plants couldn't reproduce.
And you know what happens when you assume.
"Um, are those tomato plants everywhere in your flower bed??"
"That's what I thought they were except I thought I was just seeing things!"
Grape tomatoes, dill, cantalope-- they pop up everywhere, but there's room for it nowhere.
Oh. And I can't not point this out.
The purchasing of real kitschy souvenir items from Hawaii was a big hit with the kids. But now I am waking up to a maraca/drum/ukelele band in the wee hours. It's just so awesome. Awesomely annoying.
Oh, oh! And did I ever tell you that I got the kids a parachute?
Can anyone say "80's P.E. dream!"?
I just realized that my niece is flashing everyone.
And that makes it all worth it.
Oh! And a little boy's birthday! This year, I went the "Birthday Ballons in a Box" route. Saw it on pinterest somewheres:
The balloons had stuff inside, like dollar bills and clues to find presents. I think it's a keeper tradition.
And the Cousin's Carnie! It will take place this week! At some point! Hopefully! Fingers Crossed!
I am this close to showing you all my games. One more to go, and I am set.
But the game signs did get done, and there's no way I can't comment on this one.
Holy psycho clown, batman. If this clown had a name, he'd be Jeffrey Dahmer the Clown. No, really--
you need a closeup of his face.
Just so you know, I read a study once that said that 100%, yes, 100% of kids surveyed in a children's hospital all said that clowns were spooky and a bad decorating choice.
So, I've still got a full page of to-do's before this shindig gets rolling. But that's better than the 3 page one I had two weeks ago.
It's the life of a carnie, I guess.