June 3rd- There's Always a Dark Side to Whatever I Cook

So tomorrow is my precious mom's 53rd Birthday!!!


So I've been thinking about this for a while, and I think that recycling should be a law...
It would be if I were in charge. I read something funny today that said if you manage to not eat any of your fries from the drivethru to home, then you deserve to be president. I tooootally agree with that.
But think about it: First of all, that would be creating jobs for lots of people. The people that pick it up would have to increase. The plant size would have to increase creating jobs there and for the construction of it, and so on and so forth. Secondly, as you recycle materials, the cost of material production should go down for the company and then you as a consumer/purchaser should be able to reap the benefits of lower costs too! Pollution goes down, global warming goes down, the ozone layer is not constantly drilled into. Think about what you throw away on a daily basis. Pizza boxes, cereal boxes, milk containers, Dr. Pepper cans and bottles. Aluminum foil, batteries, paper, paper plates, styrofoam. I'm sure if you've ever cleaned out your car too, you know exactly the variety of things that could be recycled. They end up in the car wash dump. And then they end up in a landfill and the state is purchasing precious land to dig deeper to bury soiled diapers and coke bottles. Woot. Plus, if I were in charge, not only would it be a law (and it would be enforced and someone would be hired to check on such things by some software that if they bought 6 cases of Diet Coke from Sam's Club -ok I'm even guilty of that- that they should have to recycle at least 98% of that. mmmk? ) - you could reap some tax back/monetary gain for recycling. Also, if you recycle metal, tires, oil, big cha ching ok? But I can't not eat those scorching hot fries before I get 4 stoplights from home. Especially Chic-fil-A fries. So I can't be president. :(


I love going to bed. When I go to bed, I feel like a fancy editor or an architect. I'm all propped up with 5 pillows, my tv on, the remotes buried beneath the sheets, my clipboard and journal always displaying its importance in my bed time routine. I always have multiple books, magazines, news articles open. My planner is open. My prayer journal always has a pen sticking out of it. I need a basket for all these things. But then I would end up going to bed hugging a laundry basket of stationery. I filter through what I can  and when I finally am able to doze off, usually at 4 am, I curl up into a weird running fetal position and my knees push all the junk to the side so I can sleep. Sometimes Hugo and I are startled when we roll over a stack of papers. Anywho....


It is hotter than a firecracker in hell in this house. I am literally in soffee shorts and my shirt constantly being tugged at. All the fans are on in the house, but my kneecaps are sweating y'all. Ok? MY KNEECAPS ARE SWEATING. i woke up at noon today and I am already drenched. Try sleeping in this. Forget Fayetteville Craigslist, who's up for a road trip to Nebraska?

Last night Dad came home and told us that 4 of his 12 biopsies showed cancer in his prostate, but he has 8 cancer sitings showing up so the Dr couldn't even hit all the tumors that he has in it. He goes back in 2 weeks. They feel like they have caught it early. He has 2 weeks to decide what he wants to do, and then 12 weeks after that, they will operate, radiate, whathave you. I guess we are not all toooooo worried. He can still do hay and all that. We'll just see how it goes.

I'm going to count the french fry tease as my funny joke.

Tonight, my plans are to probably put a couple pizzas in and then make cupcakes for Mom's birthday tomorrow. I have no idea what we are doing. I got her a huge bouquet of roses and carnations (carnations are her favorite). Her favorite cake is white cake with chocolate icing.


I'm off to sweat! Yay!
Thanks for Reading!
-Amber