What happens this time of year? Holiday Cheer.
It’s that time of year when things get weird. Grocery rushes with empty green bean shelves (no one likes green beans anyway). The weather is more bipolar than Kramer on a good day. And for some reason, we’ve been swarmed by an unimaginable random amount of crickets. I mean crickets? What?! Maybe they have holiday cheer 😝!?! I swear it’s such a weird time of year.
Holiday Crickets
It’s truly strange. These hard-shelled, black, nasty crawling creatures seemingly have ZERO point to them. I’m pretty sure they are coming from the soil —or Hell—maybe both 🤷♀️ . I’m not sure why or what has caused the huge influx but it’s disturbing. Even the chickens can’t keep up. They are so gross. I’m ok if they never come back.
Holiday headaches
I love the holidays. The precipitous joy and excitement. I’m 💯 on that train. It doesn’t take much to get me gitty if I’m going to be honest. I decorated for Christmas before Thanksgiving. Frequently I am found in the kitchen blasting holiday tunes, watching classic movies, and taking every opportunity to make my kids watch them with me (Literally making them ☺️hehe). Then, I obsess over what Christmas decoration I’ll be buying next. Maybe I have problems or ..maybe just festive 💃 !
We all get a little quirky this time of year. Even my Kountry internet can’t keep up. I buy almost all gifts online yet even on a day it’s “sprinkling” outside I can hardly get reception. I believe all internets should be made equal and all at the same speed. No dial-up left behind (my new motto)!
Smelly shoes 👞
I went to work this week. I’m a nurse (part-time). I was working hard (as usual), doing my job, minding my own business. Someone says, “Why does it smell like dirty laundry over here?” I blew off the comment. I mean who asks about smells in the hospital anyway? It could be anything. Anything!
I make my way to the break room and grab my lunch. Lunch was amazing but when lunch is amazing —I tend to get excited (‘cause I’m always excited). Well, I spilled some Masala on my scrubs. So I go to change my pants, take off my shoes, and guess who smells like the pits of a teenage boy? Me. My shoes. My socks (that I don’t always wear). Me! I’m the dirty laundry person!
Honestly! I don’t even sweat. Deodorant is literally an option. Although now I’m doubting that thought. Seriously, I’m the least smelly person you’ll ever know.
I’m sorry you have to hear about this but I’m afraid these shoes are hopeless and will need to be used next time you want to bomb your house of fleas, fight off rapists, in need of abstinence, or weed killer…all things my shoes can be used for. Yet, not for working. I hate being the smelly one. 😣
Maybe Santa will buy me a new pair of socks to wear with my new shoes 🤨 and I can feed these to the crickets.
Nonetheless, I’m cheerfully full of holiday cheer, promise. Accepting all the quirks.
There is nothing better than Christmas time. I love the food, the family time, and the fact we are celebrating JESUS! But, as an adult—we work so hard this time of year, I feel like a vacation would be the best gift. Honestly, I’d be happy with some dial-up this year. NO! We need a cricket zapper— and I’m complete. I’m googling that. Bug zappers done.
Hope the holidays are treating you right!
Tell me all about them!
Farmer Fran
Did you read about this year’s vacation trip? We are a lot like a clown car with a full act—But then put that in an RV! Yeah, it’s a great idea 😆.