What Would You Do For a Root Beer Float?

 
 
 
 

Eggs, They are Everywhere

It happens every year. We have a lot of decorated boiled eggs. I made egg salad for dinner tonight, but that is going to get old fast. I like Scotch eggs. So I will make a few of those tomorrow. I am going to try to pickle a few, but then what?

Anybody have any great ideas?

Happy Monkey Easter Y'all

Mitchel says, "HI"
 
















Mario is not happy to have a rose on his noggin.
 

Conversation with 3-year-old niece and brother after niece catches Manly Man hiding Easter eggs. The audience is our whole family including a bunch of preschoolers.

Niece in tears, "Uncle Manly told me to go back inside, but I saw the Easter eggs and he was touching them."

Me, "Uncle Manly is not stealing the Easter eggs. He is protecting the Easter Bunny so you won't scare him off."

Me to Monkeys' Uncle (my bro), "Go help Uncle Manly."

Monkeys' Uncle, "I came over here to relax, not to hide eggs."

Me, "YOU ARE NOT HIDING EASTER EGGS. YOU ARE PROTECTING THE EASTER BUNNY SO THE KIDS WON'T SCARE HIM OFF!!" He has two girls and he still doesn't get it. Seriously.

I don't buy that plastic Easter basket grass. That stuff is evil and will turn up in the weirdest places. Even though I did not buy it, there is some on my bathroom floor. Whyyyyyyy?

Guess what happens when Baby Monkey warms up his boiled egg in the microwave? Go ahead, guess.

Somebody help me. Please help me.

Late Arrival

 
This little daffodil showed up late this year. Seems like it had a bird name. Duck? No. Goose? No. Can't remember. Sorry the picture is over exposed. I took it in the dark. Yes, I was wearing my pajamas. It is not just Joy. Do you know what it is?

Teenage Monkey has developed a man voice. Really, he is scaring his aunties on the phone. I hear, "Wait Meme, it's me Logan, don't hang up, you don't have the wrong number." Then I have to speak to a totally rattled sister wondering what happened to our little boy. He got a piece of glass in his foot tonight. He brought me a pocket knife and a bottle of peroxide to help him get it out. Seriously, I am not doing surgery on my kids foot with a pocket knife and a bottle of peroxide no matter how deep his voice is.

Icy Hot Patches are from Heaven

I am beginning to fix up my garden. Yesterday, I bought and moved 797 pound of blush Austin Rock. The first picture is what it looked like before I started.
 
Here is the first bed finished.
 
This is #1 supervisor. She did not lift a paw, but obviously did not approve.
 
Here is supervisor #2. She didn't life a paw either and is looking a little disgusted at the whole situation.
 

Obviously, after moving 797 pounds of rock, my back was not happy this morning. Two Advil and an Icy Hot back patch and I was much better. I think I am in love with the Icy Hot patch.

Now lets all go over and see what James and Shala are giving away today.

Mother Nature, Please Accept My Appology

 

Well, I had a fit and fell in it yesterday about our late freeze. Now I feel really bad about all the nasty things I said about Mother Nature. Today is lovely. The temperature is the nice kind of warm on the cool side and something smells wonderful. Turns out it is a combination of roses in bloom and petunias. Somebody should make a perfume based on these scents. I took a stroll around my yard and found that many of my roses are blooming. I feel like a bad teenager who talked back to her mom. I ought to be grounded.

Thanks Mother Nature. Sorry about yesterday.

The flowers (mostly roses) in the collage are from the top left clockwise are Maggie, some rose that grew from the wood stock of a grafted tea rose, Duchess de Brabrant, Sombreuil, can't remember the name of that antique rose, Mutabilis bush, Mme Joseph Schwartz, a yellow snap dragon and Abby's butt, in the center is a sage that is shrubby and stands about 4' tall.

Now go over and see what James and Shala are giving away today.

!@#$%&* Stupid Weather

 
 

So, it is April but Mother Nature doesn't seem to care. We are supposed to get down to 29 tonight. We covered up the tomatoes and did the move the plant dance for the eleventy billionth time. Tomorrow, we will drag them all outside again. Hopefully, this will be the last time, but don't count on anything. Mother Nature is messing with me, seriously.

No go on over to Double Danger and check out James and Shala's give away. They much better blogging company tonight.