• Nov. 3, 2008 - Spiderman & Bumblepup!
Wouldn't that just make an amazing cartoon?
Of course with Spiderman and Ninjas on the scene, bad guys are sure to stay out of sight.
But even if things get out-of-hand, Hank the cowdog's got their back!
 Not all superheros need a costume.
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• Oct. 27, 2008 - Perhaps, I was getting a bit too much in the whole Fall state-of-mind
I fell down the other day in the parking lot of a flea market and then followed it up a few days later with some stumbling at tumbling at a local pumpkin patch. Good times I'm telling ya, good times.
So I've been away from the blog a bit while trying to let my pride recover and waiting for the aches and pains to fade.
I was a bit concerned about why my legs had begun to fail me so, but it wasn't their fault after all. It was my goofy ears' fault. They went and got too cozy with my infected sinuses and got themselves all infected too and threw a little thing called my equilibrium off.
Note to self, apparently most people CAN still breathe and hear things even with this crazy change-of-weather. Might should have gone to a doctor BEFORE I started falling all over the place and messed up my chance for going to the TOS Marketing meetings in TN.
So, I've been spending mega time on my couch mostly watching the back of my eyelids. Which isn't an entirely bad way to spend a few days.
But I just wish I hadn't missed out on the TOS meetings. There were going to be some really cool people there.
Nonetheless, I will still continue to enjoy fall, but hopefully I'll stay upright while doing so. It sure is a nice time of year!
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• Sep. 29, 2008 - If you liked the tractor pics, you'll LOVE this one -
• Sep. 21, 2008 - Tattle tales, State Troopers, & Sleep Deprivation
This past week, I've been sleeping like a baby - I've got my days and nights mixed up! That just kind of goes along with fibromyalgia and is usually accompanied by the ever-so-annoying fibro fog, but I'm thankful that I know that "this too shall pass."
Nonetheless, I was up working at the computer the other night. I was the only one up at my house and the house was totally quiet. I had even put one of my new Yankee candle tarts in the tart warmer to try and help me relax. I was instant messaging back and forth with Michelle about a project for work when all of the sudden Billy (the horse) started carrying on like crazy. He was whinnying, neighing, and even snorting. He was ALL worked up.
My adrenaline started pumping as I grabbed our spotlight and poked my head out the door to see what was going on. Billy was down in his pasture close to our garage so I spotted him pretty quickly. He looked ok, but I wondered what in the world would make him carry on like that so late at night.
And then I saw it.
It was Baab (the sheep). He had gone under the fence and was wandering in the yard! Not a big deal at all to us. He's pretty much just a free-range sheep, but Billy took great offense to Baab wandering off when he couldn't go. I'd forgotten what a tattle tale Billy could be. He used to tattle like that if Cherokee or Lady got out of the fence too. I guess Baab is one of his herd now. ha!
So, I got back to work and headed to bed later that night .... errrr, morning. And then guess what woke me up in the morning... Go ahead and guess.... I'll wait.
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It was one of the boys saying, "Mom, there's a state trooper in the driveway!"
Yikes, that will wake a girl up all kinds of quickly! I started throwing clothes on as I practically tripped over my own feet in my bedroom. My mind started racing with all kinds of horrible reasons why he could be at the door. Had Tony or my mom been in an accident? Was there trouble at our creek? Do state troopers come to the door to arrest homeschoolers? But then the boys hollered, "Oh wait, nevermind, he's leaving. I guess he just needed to turn around."
So I did what any mom working on a few hours of sleep pumped up with adrenaline would do. I turned right back around and laid down again. But you all can just guess what happened next.
I no more than got settled in the bed again before they yelled, "Mom, he's baaaack." So the process started again. Me, fighting with clothes. The boys all watching this trooper in our driveway. Our dogs were going nuts of course so Joe opened the door to call them. And guess what the trooper wanted... directions to a neighbor's house.
All that stress and fuss for nothing. I realize that sleep deprivation probably contributed to my imagination running away with me. But wow, both of those things really got the ol' adrenaline pumping. Can I count that as aerobics?
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• Aug. 20, 2008 - Faith just will not tolerate some things!
Although we most recently caught HER in the trap going after some of our hen's precious eggs, Faith was highly insulted when we discovered THIS nasty varmint the other morning.
And oh my word, even though our two girl dogs fight and bicker with each other as sisters sometimes will, they made quite the dynamic duo as they lectured Mr. Possum on the finer points of respecting our boundaries. Faith does NOT tolerate possums!
I had a hard time getting the video to embed. Just click here to watch the dynamic duo!
Marsha, I want to know your secret for embedding videos!
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• Jul. 30, 2008 - My neighbor has a sense of humor
The boys went over to say Hello to the neighbors this afternoon and I noticed Jon had something on his back when he got home.
Apparently not all funny bumper stickers actually end up on people's cars.
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• Jul. 2, 2008 - Momma Said There'd Be Days Like This
I enjoy putting together a jigsaw puzzle.
Especially one that has lots of smaller things within the larger picture so that it's easier to match up words, lines, colors, etc...
This one definitely fits the bill.
Did you just start humming You Ain't Nothin But a Hounddog?! Go ahead and admit it. Oh you weren't? Well you probably are now.
However I just ran into ONE little problem with the puzzle. I mean I conquered putting together all different pictures of Elvis' face. Some black and white, some color, some big, some small.
But then I just ran into this one teeny, tiny, eeensy weeensy, little problem . . .
ONE. MISSING. PIECE.
We looked all over the table. We looked under the table, in the box, on the floor, in the chairs, on and on and on. And I'm just thinking that I, my friends, am not just one french fry short of a happy meal or a few bricks shy of a load, apparently I actually am one piece shy of a thousand piece puzzle.
Poor Elvis.
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• Jun. 10, 2008 - Some girls like flowers
I mean, why sit in a regular old nesting box
when you can have a primo spot on the front porch complete with flowers?
Oh, you mean this isn't a nest? What do you mean it was "just for decoration"?
I am SO embarrassed, truly I am. Mortified actually.
I can't believe that I was so presumptuous.
How will I ever show my face again?!
I'll just be leaving now. Pretend I was never here. Maybe the flowers will fluff back up.
And what's that camera for?
Hey, put that down.
You're not going to BLOG about this are you?
Ummm, that egg?
It's a gift - for you.
I meant to do that. Really...
PS - Are any of you Green Acres fans? This little hen has reminded me of the episodes in Season One where Lisa talks to her hen and "orders" the number of eggs she wants. Can any of you remember that hen's name? I have been wracking my brain, watching the DVDs, and googling trying to find that name. It's kind of driving me a bit nutso.
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• May. 4, 2008 - An Email Funny
I've known some pretty good pranksters in my life... and this email reminds me of all of them! 
Mr. And Mrs. Pallone are retired. Mrs. Pallone insists that Mr. Pallone go with her to Wal-Mart. He gets bored with all the shopping. He prefers to get in and get out, but Mrs. Pallone loves to browse.
Here's a letter sent her by the store:
Dear Mrs. Pallone,
Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and may ban both of you from our stores. We have documented all incidents on our video surveillance equipment. All complaints against Mr. Pallone are listed below.
- July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.
- July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the restrooms
- July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone, "Code 3 in housewares!" And watched what happened.
- Aug 4: Went to the Service Desk and asked to put a bag of M&M 's on layaway.
- Sept 14: Moved a CAUTION - WET FLOOR sign to a carpeted area.
- Sept 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers that he'd invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.
- Sept 23: When a clerk asks if they can help him, he begins to cry and asks, "Why can't you people just leave me alone?"
- Oct 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a mirror, and picked his nose.
- Nov 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, asked the clerk if he knows where to find the anti-depressants.
- Dec 3: Darted around the store suspiciously loudly humming the Mission Impossible theme.
- Dec 6: In the auto department, practiced his Madonna look using different size funnels.
- Dec 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browse through,and yelled "PICK ME! PICK ME!"
- Dec 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumes the fetal position and screams "NO! NO! It's those voices again!!!!"
And last, but not least ..
14. Dec 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, "Hey, There's no toilet paper in here!"
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• Mar. 6, 2008 - In the Eyes of My 6 Year Old
So I was checking out Marsha's blog and saw her hilarious entry about how her little guy saw a picture of Dwight D. Eisenhower and thought it was his dad.
I laughed ... and I sympathized.
See the other day, Tony came home from TSC with their latest edition of Out Here.
Now take a look at the cover...
and then look at this picture from my UnlikelyHomesteader blog...
Poor Jon thought I was not only writing for TOS, but that I was now getting my picture right on the cover of a different magazine. (sigh)
Alas, that's not the case. That lady is the owner of Painted Hand Farm (which sounds really cool - and not just because it's in Pennsylvania) and they've got not only chickens and a garden, they're big time farm folks with sheep, cows, and the such too. When I checked out her site and blog, I was really impressed with not only all they've done, but with how many magazines they've been featured in, and how quickly they seemed to have learned so much. They only started out with all this farming stuff about 4 years before we did and we're still trying to raise a decent garden and a few meatbirds, keep some laying hens, and just learn how to take care of this place.
Some folks apparently do a better job of riding the learning curve!
Nonetheless, I'm flattered that my son thinks I could actually be a Cover Girl for any kind of magazine and I'm a little more inspired to stick with this whole farming thing. It's always just interesting to see things through your 6 year old's eyes. It's not like he thought I was a president or anything, but an official farm girl is good enough for me.
(And on the totally shallow side, look how tan she is and how long her hair is?! I am NOT blessed with either!)
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