day 089ish – of coconut oil and talking to ladybugs

I did some things today, you would say.

I found myself talking to the ladybugs this morning, as I vacuumed them off of my walls. I wondered where they were going, when they scurried around like that. Why they were in my house, and when were they going to go away?

I realized I am slowly becoming more and more like my mother every day…the way I cook, my obsessive nature concerning the cleanliness of the kitchen coutertops, my tendency to avoid folding socks…

I put coconut oil in my hair. Twice. Once this morning, and then later this evening after I dyed my locks a shade of brown that somehow is beginning to look jet black. Oops.

I took lots of photographs of my food, and while looking through pictures on my computer, I had enough foodography (i just made that word up) to justify starting a separate folder entirely. Oh dear.

I tore apart the kitchen looking for my sink sponge, when I finally settled on the fact that Sean most likely threw it away, by accident, for the second time now. But that’s okay.

I started a compost pile, and didn’t know what on earth I was doing. But it involved a pocket knife and a couple of ferns I rescued from Martin’s, a dirty pair of yoga pants, and a pretty fabulous hat.

I went to Hobby Lobby, spent $14 I wasn’t planning on spending, bought BOGO Starbucks with my sister-in-law, and then promptly got lost and then dreadfully confused trying to get on the interstate. She thought it was hilarious, all I was thinking was “get home get home get home don’t wreck the car don’t wreck the car sean will kill me sean is gonna kill me if i wreck this car…”

I spent way too long trying to figure out affiliate linking programs, and instead just gave up until tomorrow. Or Sunday. Or never. But I did put five “gigs” up on Fiverr.com. Cheeeeck ‘er out.

I read the entire book of 2 Corinthians, and was blown away once again by how the Lord always reveals Himself in His Word whenever I pick it up. I need to pick it up more. I’ve been slacking. I can’t be slacking. “So we do not lose heart” – 4.16a

Oh, and I did all that while Sean was gone today: cutting up skinless deer and stuffing them into vacuum sealer bags, and then watching a bunch of men chase an oval-shaped ball around in the freezing cold (aka, Potts and the Tennessee Titans, but I like my description better).

And he’s not home yet. And it’s past midnight. Which means I start writing sentence structures that look like these. And I’m soon going to not be making any sense anymore. I think I need to go to bed.

Phew.