I'm baaaaack...

Back in Ohio. Back to work. Back with Stones. Back in touch with reality. Back to blogging.

I apologize, friends, but it has seriously taken me a full week to recover from my ten day vacation in Wyoming. I have been an awful, snuffly, sleepy, messy zombie since I arrived back at my Woo-town home at 1 a.m. last Monday. It's been pretty.

I finally unpacked my bags today. I finally did laundry, washing all the little particles of Nebraska dirt off my clothes. I finally disinfected my house of all the little dust bunnies, dirtballs and kitty messes that accumulated after such a long absence. I just couldn't function normally until this house was cleaned from top to bottom. Now it's spotless, and I am ready to blog, baby!

Here's just a few more highlights from home... then I'll stop being so nostalgic and blog about something else, I promise... maybe.  

One week ago, my mama and I celebrated Mother's Day with a nice, long drive to the airport. Luxurious, right? 

Well, it was pretty luxurious compared to the alternative, which my grandpa suggested: "You have to drive her clear back to Denver?! Oh, heck... just put some stamps on her and kick her out on the side of the road. Let the mail man find her!" He's ornery like that... and I love it.

Oh, hey Gramps!  

Mom and I did get to spend Mother's Day morning at the Bushnell United Methodist Church, which might be one of the best places on Earth. Everything about the little white one-room chapel I grew up in makes me feel warm and fuzzy and blessed with love. It was a perfect Mother's Day morning.   

Well, except for the weird shadows playing around in our glasses that make mom and I look like we duked it out the day before. I promise, we didn't. We actually had a very relaxing week with no black eyes included, despite what this picture looks like.

Sister came to visit while I was home, and the three of us girls spent a day in Chey-town shopping, eating, movie-going and getting pretty little pedicures. Guess what?! Finger toes are genetic.

Those are our toes. Yes, they are the same length as our fingers.

Weird, right? Yes, our toes are weird. But not quite as weird as the number of photos Sister and I managed to take of our weird little pedicured finger-toes... or the amount of difficulty I had actually getting our toes in the picture.

 And certainly not as weird as what my foot is doing in this picture.

I don't know what is wrong with me.

Speaking of weird... have you ever seen a swarm of kittens? Yes, I said a swarm. Like, what bees do. That's the best way I can describe what was happening in our barn.

 That is a swarm of kittens. There are a full dozen of the little buggers wedged between a couple hay bales.

A few more good years of cat crops like this, and they'll have to sell the cattle to keep up with the feline farm.

He doesn't look like much now, but by 2015 this foundation Tom will have laid the genetic groundwork for most of Kimball County's line-bred barn cat bloodlines.

Speaking of awesome things that originate in Nebraska...

This is a Legend Supreme from Runza. It is the only fast-food hamburger worth eating. Ever. You can only get it in Nebraska. Runza is the reason Nebraska's catch phrase is "The Good Life."

Those stars just appear whenever I am blissfully enjoying a Legend Supreme. I can't explain it.

Know what else I can't explain? How I can love the town of Laramie, Wyoming so much, even when it does awful things to me like this:

That's snow. Falling all around me. In May.

Ah, but how could I not love it?!

It's beautiful. It's blissful. It's perfect. It's home.