On the Half Shell – Living in the Raw

I don’t mean to be the way I am, but yet I don’t seem to have the “whatever” to change it. Maybe I don’t want to bad enough. I tend to start things and not follow through, or get bored. Like my garden for instance. I decided I’d plant a garden – some tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, peppers, etc. It was all fine and good and exciting…till the Mississippi hell-hot summer began. I didn’t want to tend to it, didn’t want to water it, etc. But it was fun while it lasted, and I did learn that I CAN do it, if I choose to. Maybe next summer. Then there’s this blogging thing. I was all into it, made one post, and poof. That was it. But here I am again, trying once again. Although I’m not sure why, because I don’t know who is GOING to read it, much less who is going to WANT to read it. But I shall plow (no pun intended) forward.

I am missing my MillerMan baby this week. He is with his daddy this week. On a happy note, though, he is staying with his wonderful “babysitter”, Mrs. Marion. Mrs. Marion has been a GOD send. A true angel. JamieLyn found her last year, and our MillerMan LOVES her and she loves and treats her as one of her own. She keeps several children in her home. When Miller is with his dad this summer (every other week), she keeps him. She is so good to send me videos and pictures of him. His Grandaddy B and I don’t get to talk to him while he’s at his dad’s, unless we happen to be around when his mama has him on the phone. He will be back home Sunday, and this JuJu cannot wait. I do get tired, but I’m so much happier when he is here with us.

Have I mentioned that we currently have FIVE dogs in our home? Three have always lived here – Tobie, Bryant and Nala. The other two moved in when Jamie Lyn and Miller moved back here with us – Kevin and Pongo. Oh, and we also have a cat named Hank. JamieLyn named all but one of these animals. Tobie was named by his mama, Jourdan AKA Sissie. It’s cra cra around here most days and seriously chaotic, but here we are, living the life the GOOD LORD gave us and thankful for it.

For some reason, I just feel a bit lonesome today. Which is seriously crazy, with BabyCade (Sissie and Christian’s baby) and five dogs and a cat. But I am having one of those weeks where I miss being able to get out and go places. But again, if I could do that, I’d be working and not keeping my precious grandangel boys. Oh how I love to rock my itty bitty boy. I could hold him and let him nap in my lap all day long. Oh such sweetness.

There are so many things I’d like to do and work on – yet I don’t seem to stay focused (as per my ramblings earlier in this post). I feel like my mind is in 2000 places all at once and constantly spinning backwards, sideways, every whichaway. It’s exhausting. I blame it on menopause most days. IT’S A KILLER, BY THE WAY. I’m battling the signs and scars of aging, and not well, I might add. B likes to remind me that being alive and 57 is better than the alternative.