Ah, get over your sweet self!!

Ever have "one of those days" and three weeks later you wonder if the "drama" will ever end? Well, that would be me. My creative juices have been as wet as a dry creek bed so there you go. A partial list of "issues" would include..... teenage hormones, my hormones, a needed trip to the chiropractor, a reoccurring uti, cold dry weather, a wienie dog that refuses to "potty train", being on a diet I hate, a son headed to Afghanistan and a general bad attitude. Any one of these for mentioned offenses would be just another day at the office but I've had 'em all at once and finally came to the conclusion that this is just life - get over it..... so I did. With that said, I've decided to get a goat....yep that would be Ranchwife's bright idea. I know I'm a grown woman with a mind of my own but she borrowed it the other day and put that idea in it before she returned it. So come Saturday, we may be headed to "goatmart" to put our dibs on our goats. Haven't told my dh about my newest adventure but he'll find out soon enough I suppose. One good thing is, they're bred and will be milking by June which will be just right weather wise and Karli will be off the "baby milk" by then. Besides, what is cuter that a baby goat......right?? I will have to pen these - the last ones I had, liked to play on great - great - grandmothers's red sports car and she just got a new one. Here's a story I got in an e-mail that will put a smile on anyone's face, especially if you have daughters!! One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me. I was maybe 2 1/2 yrs. old and had just recoverd from an accident. Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a get-well gift and it was one of my favorite toys. Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea', which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came home. My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!' My Mom waited and sure enough, here I come down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it up. Then she says, (as only a mother would know...) 'Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet? Till next time, adios.

Bizare Behavior

Recently I have been exhibiting some bizarre behavior.....more so than usual. At this moment, I'm listening to disco music and mixing brownies. Yes, I have indeed discovered YouTube and have listened to everything from Elton John to Led Zeppelin. I don't know what is happening...perhaps I am oozing off into my mid-high days dancing under a disco ball - funking out to "She's a brick house" or maybe reliving the era of Saturday Night Fever....whatever it is, it's quite disturbing. If I was to try to pull a move right now, I'd probably pull something out where it would never go back. My theory is, I think I have been spending too much time with infants and collage kids. Somewhere in my psyche I've sprung something loose and now I'm stuck in the psychedelic world of the 70's. How will I ever get back?? It wasn't especially fun then - the brownies are almost done and chocolate always makes the world seem right. Till next time, stay groovy.....I mean adios.

Chasing the Sandman!!

A strange phenomenon has occurred the past week or so in our household. Grandpa seems to be the only one Punkin wants putting her to sleep. This nightly ritual begins with total denial that it is indeed time to go to bed. It starts with giggles and hugs....maybe a kiss or two..then a yawn.

Milk always makes the world seem right, That's true for kids and calves. This is step two in our evolution of "nite nite". She thinks if she takes her bottle sitting up. she's safe from the pursuing sandman.

I must say, a bit of whining and fussing and arguing the fact comes before this stage. This is the part where she thinks she has fooled Grandpa into believing she is almost asleep. However, a picture does say a thousand words.

But in the end, sleep prevails and peace is once again restored... for a few hours. Till next time,

yawn.... adios

The Greatest Prayer for Rain Ever Written !!

O Lord, in Thy mercy grant us rain and by that we don't mean a shower. We want to go out and watch the lightening rip across the southwestern sky in hot blue forks as the fat clouds roll in on us. We want to hurry home to close the house with the first fat drops the size of marbles, on a suddenly rising wind, chasing us and plunking on the car hood. We want to scramble all over the house just as the first sheets descend, frantically slamming down windows.”
“God of Israel, Isaac and Jacob, let it come down so hard that the streets and sidewalks seem covered with a six-inch fog of spatter drops. Then let it just keep up for a while, then begin to taper off, and then turn right around and get a lot worse, swishing, pounding, spattering, pouring, drenching, the thunder coming –Crackity – Bam – and the lightning flashing so fast and furious you can't tell which flash goes with which peal of thunder so that all the women will get scared and climb on top of the beds and scream at you not to get too close to the window!”
So in Thine own way and in Thine own time, make up Thy mind O Lord, and we will bow before Thy judgment, and praise Thine everlasting name. Amen.”
This prayer came from the progressive editor, William Allen White. His petitions showed an affectionate familiarity with the physical sensations of a summer rainstorm on the plains.
At our house, we've always thought the Lord rains on the just, the unjust and then us. Here's to a toad strangling year ! Till next time, adios.