Busted!

At 95 degrees it was defiantly pool day. So after church Gary and I hurried home, threw on our bathing suits and headed for relief.

I am a rule follower. Always have been. If a department store sign reads: stand behind this line... by golly my toes are not touching the line! That's just a small example of my desire to be a model human being. If my mother were here (God rest her soul) she'd be the first to admit that I was a perfect child.

So when the Life Guard threatened to take away my Rice Cake Cheddar Cheese snacks after catching me pop one in my mouth while soaking up the sun poolside, I was appalled!

"I promise I won't eat any more, just please don't confiscate my Rice Cakes!" I begged. Doesn't she have something better to do... like clean the bees out of the pool or watch for kids that are being mean to adults?!

Lock-In At Grammy's

She's three now. I call her my cupcake. I spoil her... but in a good way. This fine display of spoilage only set me back a mere five bucks at a yard sale.

There was a lot to show my Cupcake. We took her and Gracie for a walk and passed these gorgeous daisies along the way.

Gracie was pooped upon our return, but agreed to pose for a few nice pictures with her cookie connection, who also goes by the name Rissie.

We went to the Creamery for Ice Cream then,

leaving Gracie behind

Something tells me Gracie was rebelling. School Teacher Barbie was found mauled and maimed shortly after we arrived home. But she's still smiling.

God's Thoughts

Who can fathom God's ways? Who can know His thoughts? I remind myself via the Mud Room which is my pathway to the laundry room on the left and the kitchen on the right.

I see just a glimpse of God's greatness in the wildflowers that emerged from scattered seeds Gary and I tossed to the freshly toiled ground just months earlier...

And the roses that started out as timid green vine... now bursting with color

And Oh! Those gorgeous hydrangias!

My eyes see the glorious earthly decor as I peer out my bedroom window.... But it's only a tiny portion of God's beauty. Who can know His Glory? Who can fathom His Perfect-ness? Who can know His Ways?