May or May Not Monday

May or May-Not Monday: Where you can divulge the secrets of life's mishaps without feeling like a failure. So go on... own up. I may have...

I may or may not have fed my boys peanut butter fossil cookies for breakfast. And then offered seconds.

I may or may not have been informed that there are two very different series both called North & South. One is about the Civil War and stars Patrick Swayze. I'm not crazy after all. At least not about this.

I may or may not have not just gotten a fat lip from the little hair band smacking my lip, but a split lip that turned infected. Gross, painful and more gross. My split lip certainly didn't look like the split lips in the movies. If I have to have a split lip, I wish it would look like the ones in the movies and not this infected mess.

I may or may not feel like I've been on social overload for the last two weeks since school started and soccer started. So many places to be is a complete shock from our summer routine of sleep until we wake naturally and do whatever we feel like doing, when we feel like doing it.

I may or may not be able to handle the pool water anymore because the low temps are too low to keep the water at bath water temperature. It may be 90* out, but that water now too chilly. Wimp, I am.

I may or may not shoot myself in the foot doing too much research looking for u-pick farms. I find some that say they try their best to be organic but are not seeking organic status. I think, that might fly. So I do research on their water irrigation source and find out that they would never pass for certification because of the potential chemical runoff in the water. Neat that all this information is at our finger tips. And not so neat, you will not be finding us at any u-pick farms this year. 

I may or may not have been putting laundry away in my bed when I saw a spider climbing around on the ceiling. I thought, alright, I can't reach it. So just be on your merry way spider. Next moment I looked at my bed and it was on my white bedspread. Now I couldn't leave it alone. I grabbed two hardback books and doubled them up for the kill. It took three strikes before that sucker bit the dust. Happy in my success, I was rewarded with spider blood and guts on my bedspread (white one remember?).

"If minds are wholly dependent on brains, and brains on biochemistry, and biochemistry (in the long run) on the meaningless flux of the atoms, I cannot understand how the thought of those minds should have any more significance than the sound of the wind in the trees." C.S. Lewis