The Funk

So, what are we going to do about this "funk"?  You know it's there.

Everyone feels it, some have admitted it, others have embraced it.  I am of the later. 

And that's not a good thing.  At all.  It's like a smelly room full of cabbage/kraut.  Blech!

I need a:  Swift kick.  Slap upside the head.  Spanking. 

Can you believe those are all things my Mom used to ask me if I wanted?  Really.  Yet here I am, actually volunteering.  *Sigh*


Here's the deal - When you fall off the horse, you feel like a yutz trying to get back on.  Apparently, I am a lazy yutz on top of it all.  And I have no right to be.    

Have I been wasting my time?  Nope.  Heck, I've even enjoyed a little.

I have amazing family and friends who deserve better of me.  I thank you all from the bottom of my heart!

I do try to make up for it when I can.  Even when it nearly hurts me :o}  This cake is so not me, but she really deserved it this year!

Last year it was Christmas wrapping paper, this year...freezer paper.  Pig Pen, gotta love him!

Maybe another decade has brought me low and I just don't want to admit it?  I don't think so, but at this point, I need a good excuse.

Funny how it all cycles...

Even the doggies played along.

Am I wallowing in some undescribed something'er other?  Yup.

Someone needs to point me in the right direction.  Cuz I seem to be lost.  Hello!!  Even the dang signs are confusing!

You know it's bad when you label a picture "Garden Crap" and you think nothing of it.  But alas, the garden is done and the chickens are finishing it up for us.  Just as we finished these beauties...

We are ready for the great Carrot Famine.

There are more on the shelf and the other half is packed in sand.

And of ALL THINGS, I found the most gorgeous, luscious pea plant that I have never planted...

Stupid Peas

Does anyone care to battle this funk together?  I could sure use a hand.  Along with suggestions of course.

Now pardon me while I go pull that damn pea out of the ground and feed it to the chickens...