You can tell that I am feeling slightly better since I am blogging again. I am only sick from 2pm on instead of 11 am on.

Living in the rural life is not for the faint of heart. Jocelyn came rushing to me, through the usual barricade of grasshoppers that adorn the sidewalks/ground here at my parents. She kept saying, "ants" and brought me her book that had a couple ants on it. Big deal, I thought. They are everywhere. But she kept insisting that I come "show me." So I went downstairs and found a trail of ants, 2 ants wide, going through my entire bedroom! Like one of those ant trails you see in cartoons that steal picnic food off the red checkered table cloths. Ya, I've never seen one so prominent before. How do they get in? They find the tiniest crumb and then tell all their little ant friends to join the party. I got the vacuum and got rid of them. But any little tingle or itch I am afraid it's an ant crawling on me. Yuck.

And Samuel came downstairs adorned like this. He wanted to be "cool." He insists that I can't wash it off---ever. I think he's been watching daddy and uncle Levi play too many computer games. I also later found out that he did the same to his bike. That's not so cool.