
Yup. . . That's me. . . =)
I occasionally make the mistake of checking the "stats" on my "dashboard" that supposedly let me know how many "pageviews" per day I get. At least I think that's what it's calculating. It says 26 views happened yesterday. Uhhh, yeah. I'm pretty sure that's not right. Unless it's counting all the people who Google words that frequently appear in my blog. Like flowers. Candy. Sprinkles. Random. They mistakenly click on the link to "Random Shannon", take one look and realize this was definitely not what they were hoping to find. But it still counts as a pageview. I don't know how the views are being tabulated, but I think Blogger is either confused or lying . . . At least, I hope so . . . If not, I guess I'm just really skilled at leaving people speechless. And I don't mean that in a good way.
I've been working in the yard quite a bit. I like it. I'd much rather do outside work than inside work. It stays looking nice for way longer than any straightening I do indoors. I enjoy pulling weeds. It's just satisfying to me. That low ripping sound as the entire root unhinges itself from the earth. I love it when the soil is moist enough that I can pull the whole weed out. Call me crazy, but I really "dig" it.
I bought a load of flowers and planted them in pots and dirt spots around the yard. Now I'm assaulted by bursts of dazzling color nearly everywhere I turn.








The last time I had a haircut was November 1st. Needless to say, it had become unwieldy.

I guess the "after" picture doesn't look way different, but she did trim it up and add some more layers to help accentuate my waves.



So the other day I saw the saddest thing. I'm not sure how long ago this happened. . .

The first one I ever went to.
The one all five of my senses fell in love with.
The one my dad always took us to when he would visit.
Dangit. =(
On a happier note, Cora had her orchestra concert on Friday the 11th. It was in conjunction with the 5th grade music program. They did a lovely job.

Later that evening after Oliver's ninja class, he and I went to meet Ryan at his parents' house to go see The Avengers with Jackie, Eric, and Ethan. Cora and Jane stayed with Shirley since they weren't eager to see the movie. Oliver was pretty excited to go, but he ended up falling asleep not too far into it. The beginning didn't have enough superhero action to keep him interested.
I liked the movie overall. The effects were extra special, of course, but I've always had a hard time watching things (like cities) getting destroyed in movies or anywhere else. I admit, my favorite parts of the movie were Mark Ruffalo and Robert Downey Jr. =)
Okay, last thing for now. I got this kalanchoe plant just before Easter, and it's still this pretty. The blossoms were originally bright pink, but the color has somehow faded.

I'm glad I took the opportunity to type this all out for myself. Really, I am.
Okay, that blogging pic up top made me laugh really hard. Love it. Cute flowers. :)
ReplyDeleteI bet we would be friends if I lived closer. I loved that post. I will live closer someday and I will come over and garden with you.
ReplyDeleteI LoVe your blog :)
ReplyDeleteAh! I am so jealous of your flowers! I had to go cheap this year and do what I could with very little. Hopefully, mine will grow and not get eaten by bugs, blown away in the wind, shrivel up in the sun and/or frost. You know, east Idaho weather. It has it out for my flowers every year!
ReplyDeletei find that about 1% or less of readers actually comment. google reader contributed to the death of comments. so consider that if one person is commenting there are another 10 that read and didn't comment. i usually read i blogger and rarely comment but i had a feeling i missed a few of your posts so i actually went to the blog and sure enough i'd missed more that i thought and i've commented a lot!
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