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 inadvertently given Pinterest the idea that I'm single through my pins because it keeps suggesting dating profiles and dating styles pins. All those education pins I'm pinning must give that impression.
I may or may not have come across a new face mask idea in an Organic Gardening magazine I perused at the library last week while the littles were in a class. Claimed it was this lady's go to mask.
1 tsp ground organic coffee
1 tsp coconut oil
Leave on 15 minutes to an hour
Seemed easy enough so I gave it a go. Starting with taking 4 coffee beans and smashing them up with a spoon. Put the concoction on my face and could barely make it to the 15 mark. For one I completely dislike the smell of coffee so it's a really good idea to smather it all over my face. For two I put it on while my house was 83 degrees (the comfortably warm temp my house is during the hot summer). The coconut oil didn't want to stay on my face. It kept dripping down my face into my mouth, eyes, nose and off my face even sitting under a fan. For all that, I was surprised with the results and will put up with this nonsense quite often!
I may or may not have just gotten around to watching the final segment of The Hobbit. And it's much sooner to the release date than I watched the other two. This would shock my decade younger obsessed with Tolkien self. Funny how life changes us. I wanted to give Peter Jackson the benefit of the doubt when it came to creating a character, so I withheld judgment until the final credits. I am fine with creating a female character for the reason they submitted of girls needing inspiring figures, but the love triangle lessened all three of the characters. Can you best Tolkien? I suggest not. And I didn't care for the new technology used to shoot the film. It didn't feel like I was entering their world, just watching it happen.
I may or may not have never imagined I would have a conversation about opting out of paying $200 for goats to eat the wild part of our backyard for half a week. That's right for only $200 I could have the goat owner move down the fence 15 ft to include our yard because the town association won't pay for it. Though they are perfectly willing to tie our hands by saying we are not allowed to do anything with that part of our land, even weed eat it. So I'll just put it out there, how different really is it to weed eat versus goats? They do it in other sections of our community. We're just not allowed. Silly. Just silly rules. And oh by the way, we were told you signed off on this. Nope. No one has contacted us at all about this. Sorry, we are not participating. And we are only lucky to not be saddled with a $200 bill because I was home and saw the guy placing the posts for the electric fence and came out to see what he was up to. I just assumed our land would be included in the goat eating deal. Silly me.
I may or may not have realized that our bodies have converted to summer. We got out at a rest stop north of Vancouver, WA and it was 99* and we all said Ah, it feels so nice out! There was a lovely breeze to go along with all the shade from the enormous trees we are devoid of living in the land of sage brush and grasses.
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