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I've found my HAPPY!

Ohhh, man! Who'd have thought that having someone else come to scrub my shower twice a month would make me feel as if all the world were in perfect, peaceful harmony? I'm telling you, for the cost of a pedicure or haircut...it's SO worth it.

After cleaning someone else's house day in and day out, having someone help ME for once is more than worth my sanity and better than a day at the spa. Though I know such frivolities may only last but a fleeting moment, I am willing to endure the inevitable heartbreak when it comes.

If I had a spiral notebook, I would doodle 'I love Star & Vanessa' on it encircled in hearts unending.

Out on a Limb

"Mom! I can see the bees flying to our flowers in the backyard. They're here! Come see!"

''...Okay, okay...", I say. I'm frantic reading a article online about what to do when your pooch eats a rodent. Five minutes later I feel the stare of small eyes.

"What? What do you need?"

"I just want you to come see the bees."

My heart melts in an instant and I succumb. "Alright. Show me."

"You can see them flying from the back door, look - in the sun - all over! Look how many! They're here!"

I can't help but love the innocence and admire his excitement. This little boy who loves to watch the honeybees float amongst the lavender bushes and feels like he is saving them all by providing them with attracting flowers and wearing his Keep the Hive Alive t-shirt - is right.

They're here.

They aren't casually flitting through the morning sun over the roses or the jasmine...they're swarming throughout the entire backyard. And it's only our yard, like an invisible barrier was placed around all the neighboring yards. Apparently someone let it leak that the Gilstraps were sympathetic to the honeybees plight.

Next time I go telling y'all to plant honeybee friendly plants in your yards, do so with great caution. You may well end up with a happy hive of new neighbors to welcome home.

Luckily the bees settled, though they still remain, perched on an outreaching limb of the Ash tree nearly 3 stories up.

Pray for no wind.

Dainty Vicious

Frankie finally caught that squirrel she's been treeing for months. I think she's decided it wasn't worth it. Do they make doggie laxitives? Gross. Grossgrossgross. Blecch.