Mysteries solved

I was driving to work on the interstate this morning when I noticed a bad smell.  A persistent bad smell.  As a girl who grew up in the country, I recognized it as cow manure.  It smelled like cow poop.

One mile passed, then two, but the smell maintained.

My dog, Louie, rides with me everyday.  I drop him off at doggie daycare (no comments, please, I’ve heard them all from Matt) while I go to work.

Louie on the way to work

Louie on the way to work

Thus, my natural first question after the smell persisted was, “Louie, are you farting back there?”  He didn’t reply, but I just didn’t think that it was him.

Then I started thinking that maybe I had stepped in something.  Or had run over a humongous cow patty that was making my car a roving stink bomb.  Or my upper lip was stinking.  Or (worse option of all) I was farting and didn’t even know it.

After about 10 miles of wondering where in the hell the stink was coming from I drove up behind and passed a semi-truck hauling a load of cattle.  I was so happy!  Not only was my bowel system not giving out, a mystery had been solved.

I LOVE when a mystery is solved.  I think that is why I love to watch true crime on TV so much — most of those shows are aired only after the mystery of who-dunit is answered.  I never liked America’s Most Wanted because the final act hadn’t been completed yet.  I like it when the pieces come together.

I always have felt this way.  Some of my favorite books growing up were Nancy Drew and Encyclopedia Brown.  Not knowing the answer makes me antsy and a little bit nervous.  I admit it — I pick up a book and read the first chapter or two, and then I skip to the back and skim the end.  I need to know — Does it have a happy ending?

I have thought to myself on several occasions that I can’t wait to get to Heaven just so that I can get answers to some of life’s biggest mysteries.  Like “Who was on the grassy knoll?”  My list of things that I want to know when I get to Heaven includes:

  1. What happened to the people of the Lost Colony?
  2. What happened to the dinosaurs?
  3. Who was Jack the Ripper?
  4. Is Professional Wrestling real?
  5. Is Politics in Washington real?  Has it ever been?
  6. Are there people on other planets?
  7. Is there a Big Foot and why does he look fuzzy in all his pictures?

I think that would give me some things to talk about for a long time.


I ate dinner with my friend, Nikki, the other night.  (**hi, Nikki**)  She knows that I have been feeling kinda down recently.  An extended illness, extended rainy weather and extended stress have created some blueness in my mood.  She brought me a card to make me feel better.




I felt better immediately.

And, she signed it with a Post-It, so I can give it to someone else.  That made me feel better, as well, in that I can share the joy.

Nikki–you are the best.

Dealing with stuff

I was listening to my iPod on the way home tonight and a lyric in a song caught my ear:

When stink fades into smell..

I think this is akin to “Things look better in the morning” or “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”.  Basically, sooner or later, the things that make us gag because they stink so bad will eventually not even elicit a response from us.

Is it because we actually learn to live with the new normal, that we grow stronger and can handle things that we didn’t know we could?  Do things actually get better?  Or is our first reaction always exaggerated doom so there is no place to go but up?  Maybe it’s some sort of combination of three.  But I am always completely amazed by the things that we humans handle.  Natural disasters, deaths, debilitating pain, homelessness, etc.  I don’t know that I could handle those things and keep my sanity.

I remember reading or hearing once about a theory that if everyone could take their problems and label them and put them in a pile and we could all walk around and pick the pile of problems that we wanted to take on, we would all eventually come back to our own pile.  Our pile somehow would look more manageable.  It would feel “comfortable.”  We have some level of understanding with our own problems, a feeling of familiarity and intimacy with them.

I’ve always liked this.  When I’ve felt overwhelmed or down, I’ve thought, “I bet I would come right back to this pile of problems.”  Now I know they probably wouldn’t stink to me either.


On another note, Matt and I have completed a beginning beekeeping class and passed the first part of the NC Certified Beekeepers test.  I’m keeping a blog about being a new beekeeper (Buzzing Around in My Head), so if you are interested, come by.


I saw these fortune cookies on and thought they were hilarious.  I may try my hand at writing some.  These are all from Pleated

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