Clouds of dirt

Well, yes, it has been a long time since I blogged. This delay was partially due to needing to inform people of our great news before I let it slip in my blog. Those who read often will now find hints in different posts. Hmmm...why was I sleeping so much? It's amazing that we kept our pregnancy quiet for as long as we did. My husband and I both talked about almost slipping so many times. As most of you know, we are so very excited....and then there are a whole other slew of emotions. Who knew hormones could make you cry at Disney's Magic Kingdom? HA!

Early April brought my birthday without much pizzazz and for the first time, this didn't bother me. I guess I had bigger things to be excited about and perhaps it is my age catching up with me. Birthdays don't seem to bring the same thrill anymore and I'm OK with that. However, my husband got me a great foot bath that I'm sure will come in handy when my feet swell up!

April has also brought planting season. Driving home yesterday, I saw clouds of dirt, led by large green and red tractors, dotting the landscape. I suppose for most people this is just watching spring farming happen but for me it evokes so much inside. The smell of freshly turned dirt yanks on the agricultural ties within my heart. It reminds me of our goals and why we are making decisions and sacrifices now to make our dreams happen. In the mean time, we are about to plant our first little garden patch, I'm picking asparagus in our back yard, and enjoying the bulbs we put in our new flower beds last fall.

Why?

There have been many different times in my life when I have questioned, "Why," although I know we are supposed to trust that everything has a reason. However, today, I'm posting a list of comical (and somewhat eye-opening) why questions provided to me courtesy of my husband's e-mail forwarding habit. There are more where these came from but I shrunk the list for posting. I'm sure that there are scientific answers for some of these but they are fun to ponder.

Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting weak?

Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?

Why doesn't glue stick to the bottle?

Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?

Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word "lisp"?

Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?

Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized? (you know you have done this!)

Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it,
Then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?

How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?

Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?

In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?

How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?