the wild pig hair on my toe and other thoughts for the day

I sat on the porch yesterday while the kids were napping and smoked a clove. It was nice...very relaxing. The storm lasted all of 5 minutes and then it was sunny again. Strange. Weather fascinates me sometimes. Its so amazing.
Anyway...as I sat out there, I had my legs crossed and noticed a hair growing out of my littlest toe. Now...I shave my toes, but never my baby toe...who would. I've decided to leave this hair alone. Its long and wirey...like a pig hair. That reminds me, Jeff's Aunt in New Orleans told me a story once about potted meat. They had a friend to ate it a lot and he left a can of it outside one day on accident. Would you know that a few days later, after that open can of potted meat sat in the sun...it grew hairs...long ones. Gross. makes you think twice about eating processed meat doesn't it. I still like a good hot dog though...I won't lie...hair and all (sorry Matthew...that was a bit gross wasn't it?)
The kids are still asleep. I've managed to work it out that they nap at the same time in the afternoon...its a nice break for me. Today I bound some books while they slept. I enjoy doing this. They sell pretty well at the shop and I need to do more...but I can only do so many...they take time.
Our yard is a mess. The neighbors don't use trash bags and so we end up with little bits of their trash in our yard every tuesday (that's trash day where I come from) one time I even found a winning lottery ticket. Jeff and I also are NOT gardeners. We thought we were at one time, but then we had kids and now our garden is a mess...who cares. Jeff's theory is that the worse the house looks from the outside, the less likely someone will break in. Wonder if that's true.

I was thinking today about how much I miss playing the trumpet. Maybe that's part of the reason that I miss California so much is because while I was there...I was something...I mean...had a name for myself. People would call me for gigs and weddings and they knew who I was. Then I moved to Nashville and went to Belmont and the band was a JOKE. Now, Jazz band was something else and challenging to say the least. I had a lot of fun playing in jazz band. One time I went back to California for a visit and got a call to fill in for a few shows at the musical theatre...totally unrehearsed and sight reading...I went and played the shows...I used to be good. Its nice to be good at something. Maybe I'll start practicing again...if only once a week. Last time I think I even picked up my horn is when I was pregnant with Israel. Maybe people will call me for gigs...not jazz ones though...I don't improv...never could...I was always the screamer in jazz band. For some reason the other boys just couldn't hit those double octives like I could...its nice to have such huge ovaries.

Time to go...I'm just realizing that I didn't put deoderant on...guess I'd better take care of that.

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