Ham bone Ham Bone where ya been?

I been around the world, and I'm goin again!

Ok well not really. I've been right here in good ole All-binny. ( I say this as a colloquialism, not because Albany is particularly good.)

Anyway, I've been busy with kiddos, housekeeping, a husband with an ever-changing work schedule, and trying to keep the dog in the yard with a broken fence.By the way, is there a way to say plural broken? Like, my fence is broken in at least 4 places so could I say I have a "brokens fence?" or do I just have to wrap it all up into one and say "broken"? because I feel like using "broken" doesn't illustrate how messed up the fence is. It's multiply broken. That's mul-ti-pleee, not mul-ti-pl-eye, by the way. I think I just made up that pronunciation also.

 On to the good stuff...

 Here in Albany we've had good enough weather that I dried my clothes on a makeshift clothesline (i.e. the multiply brokens fence) for over a week before the rain came in and tried to drown us all.

I've been sewing like a mad woman. Mug rugs (that's a real thing), casserole carriers, kitchen towels, hot pads and oven mitts, wedding aisle runners, skirts, dresses, bags, etc. ( by the way, anything I just listed is for sale if you just ask!)

There's a drawstring bag, a casserole carrier in green/dark blue, gingham hot pads, sunflower oven mitt, casserole carrier and skillet handle cover, a chenille kimono coverup, a fishing shirt, and a matching set of pillowcase dresses/skirt for me and the girls.

Spring cleaning. Y'all. This rental was way grosser than I realized. I haven't deep cleaned since we moved in..I mean we mopped and vaccuumed and all before we moved our stuff in, but this week I've been doing everything. I cleaned all the windows...you know how you can pop the window out and it hinges in so you can clean the outside while you're inside? Did that make any sense? Well, let me just tell y'all...these windows haven't been cleaned in YEARS. It took a quart of white vinegar mixed with a quart of water and a squirt of dish soap to clean just 6 windows. Ugh. It gives me the heebie jeebies just thinking that we've lived here with all that junk collected up under the window. I also cleaned out our closets and dressers, got rid of all kinds of junk, cleaned all the baseboards and left every single window open for a good 8 hours. The house was nice and fresh-air-y.

Reading in the sun while the chirrun run amok. I knew how to spell that word: amok. But I don't understand the spelling at all. I  mean, I've never heard anyone say "run a-mock" it's always " run uh-muck". What's the deal? English is cray, y'all. Back to the chirruns running amok. Last week I read my nook while lying in the yard and Scott slept in his lawn chair in the sun while the girls dug holes, transported baby dolls in the back of their tonka truck, pulled the dogs tail and took their clothes off (that's called being nekkid around these parts). in case y'all didn't know, lying in the sun for about 8 hours will burn you up like an egg on Arnold Schwarzenegger's military tank(that's a real thing too, y'all). Luckily only the back of my legs burned and everything else has a nice tan. Unfortunately, most people who see me are able to see both, so I look like a lunatic.

See what I mean about running amok? This child can go from fully-clothed-in-8-layers-of-winter-gear  to BUTT NEKKID  in about the time it takes to say "Maddy, why are your princess panties in my flower bed?".

I've totally failed in my resolution to blog more, but to be honest, I don't really think about it very often. But just for fun, I'll try to throw in some recent photos for all you nosey-nosers.

Our new bike trainers. It's kind of like a spin class, but no black lights, we're outside, and they're really noisy. So, actually, nothing like spin class.

Maddy refuses to sleep until we take pictures.

Chunk. Need I say more?

Watch out for a future post on my hubby's new hobby.

And a future post about herbs. (in my head, I just pronounced the "h" trying to be funny, then realized that no one will read it that way I meant it)

A mug rug. It's legit, y'all. Why do people say legit all the time? I'm thinking maybe they don't understand the correct definition of legitimate. Like...we obviously didn't think it was illegit. Although, then again, maybe it is, since it ain't got no daddy. There's a word for that too...