It is Fly on the Wall day! Come on in, wipe your feet, and make yourself comfortable. I'm here to dish out the dirt, along with 14 other bloggers. At the end of the post, you will find links to them, so make sure to visit. You won't be disappointed!
I am woefully unprepared for the first time since I joined this challenge. I didn't write down a single thing that went on in the last month. And its been a looooooong month. I'll be sharing the reason before the end of April.
Unfortunately my parents are visiting during the posting of this month's Fly, so no funny fodder from them. My mom reads these and decided to give me a ribbing for my facetious use of their visits as fodder for the flies. I say you attract more flies with honey, though Sheldon Cooper would say you'd attract them with shit... (Look away, Mom!)
I found a new craft shop in my area. It's this little hole in the wall place, super tiny, but packed wall to wall with beads and bobbles and all things jewelry. I went to find inspiration for an post next month - I wanted to get ahead so I wasn't stressed like I was when I made the Nature Bracelet. The shopkeeper was so nice, but she warned The Big Guy it may take about an hour and a half to see everything in the shop. She wasn't lying. There was so much stuff I left brain-full and empty-handed. Best thing was finding my inspiration after letting it all sink in!
Here's another "Welcome to My Brain" moment, brought to you by a trip to the bathroom:
A couple weeks back The Big Guy and I were watching television and an orange juice commercial came on, claiming a certain number of oranges were juiced, leaving no room for extra stuff. I was like, false advertising! There's no way they got enough juice out of that many orange to fill that size container.
A couple days ago, my mind wandered, as it does when... well, you know. And I thought, hey. Maybe they employed the same technique as juicing grapes! Then the number of oranges would be more plausible. I mean, seriously: when is the last time you juiced an orange the "old-fashioned" way and got a decent amount of juice?
Baseball season has started again. Both boys drafted this past week. There's this one coach for the Minors... he coached an opposing basketball team in Little Sasquatch's league this winter and now he's LS's coach for baseball. He's loud, opinionated, and it's hilarious - but I'm terrified to call the man, if that says anything. He's going to be a great coach - as long as I don't have to talk one on one with him... ever.
Bigfoot's coach doesn't seem to want to talk to the parents at all, opting to ask for the boys instead. It's going to be an interesting season for him, since this is the transition league before hitting high school. Wish us luck! I've already spent three hours at the field... and they weren't even on teams yet!
Guess that's it. I'm sure other stuff happened, but I was focused on other pressing matters. Go see my friends! They want flies, too.