There are many reasons why I think that my papa bear is so wonderful. For one, he likes stuff like converting different resources into usable energy, turning chicken poop into fertilizer, or farming bees on the side. He is just in general one of the coolest dudes I know. So today I got to help get some bee frames ready to put out on the farm. I was pretty excited to have a paint brush in hand—-as my father and my almost father in law would probably testify—-I am not the kind of person you just let loose into your workshop without an adult to accompany me. I later found out that bee boxes are allowed to be perfectly sloppy. They actually need a good careless painter! Paint on my feet, paint on my clothes, I did an honest job of gettin these things covered!
O just driving around birmingham with sister.
Song of my day.
Welp. Here goes nothin.
Magnolia Court is a lovely place where mold and sprickets breed. The above pictured, Danae, Hannah, and Amanda (minus Melanie) battled many a spricket and fungi with me. It’s been real dawg.
Meet Talen. We have been through a lot together since last August and today is our very last day of expert mouth-vehicle sounds, batman costumes, and poop fiascos.
Dear everyone. Welcome to my blog. Here is to searching out some kind of sentiment.
