'sup with that?

We were on our way to get groceries yesterday. Big Daddy's new shop is on the way, so we decided to stop by for a minute. As we were approaching the shop, I see a police car in the parking lot - and my cute, sweaty husband standing there talking to a cop.

hmmm...

Turns out, someone had come through the parking lot and sawed the catalytic converters out of two of the customers' cars! What kind of people do that?

babes in the hay

How's this for something cute? That's Little Miss and my nephew, Little Fella. They are the very definition of cute, aren't they?

There's KK with her two favorite little people. She is the biggest help when we're at the barn; if she's not riding, she's helping with the littles. And no, I don't know what I did to deserve that look she's giving me.

Anyhoo, the kids have been taking riding lessons 3 times a week with my sweet sis-in-law, Ant E the Younger (yes, that makes me Ant E the Elder, but let's not dwell on that). Riding days are great fun for all. Even Little Miss has been riding. And I had the pleasure of watching Little Fella ride with his momma yesterday. He looked so serious!

quick post

Just dropping in for a sec to say Happy Father's Day to the most awesome dad I know: the father of my children.
This guy has been workin' his butt off every day to build a better life for his family. Today, though, we're lucky enough to have him home. We're taking a break from a marathon game of Mario Party. He's outside right now giving our youngest a ride around the yard on the lawnmower! Now that's some blue-hick-fun. (well, I'm sure it's fun for her... my heart is in my throat)

You're the best, Big Daddy!! Luv ya.

close encounter of the reptilian kind

(I feel compelled to apologize in advance for this post... if you're squeamish at all, maybe you'd better not continue... I promise to post something cute soon.)


Well, I was washing dishes and I heard a knock on the kitchen window. I look up to see Moops grinning at me and motioning for me to come outside.
"Mom, you've gotta come outside! The snake's back!"
"No, Moops, I'm busy. And besides, I've seen enough snakes lately."
"Come on Mom, you've gotta come! It's eating one of the eggs! Hurry up!"
Grabbing the camera to hide behind, I headed out the door. When I finally force myself to get close enough to the nest to look inside, I'm greeted by this lovely critter:
It has already gulped down one of the duck eggs, thus stretching its skin out nicely so we can see its lovely pattern.
"Look, Mom, its jaws are unhinged!"
I bravely moved in for a closer shot:

Oooooh, heebie jeebies!

As we watch, the snake begins contracting its muscles; we can hear the shell crack and collapse. Then some of the egg-white oozes out of its mouth. But you don't want to see a picture of that, do you? I didn't think so, so I didn't take one.
We're still watching, and I'm shivering, and shuddering, and getting the heebies jeebies big time, while it works the egg down the length of its body.
The creepy thing keeps turning its head towards me; and I keep circling the nest, trying to avoid being in its path if it decides to clear outta there.

I keep imagining that there's another one slithering up behind me. So I have to keep turning around and checking, just in case.

We wonder if it will go after the other egg.

Well, that answers that question.

Oooooh, I'm getting all sweaty just looking at these pictures again. This is the point where I'd had as much snakey-fun as I could take and headed back inside. Moops the herpetologist stayed outside and watched until the snake left.

Correction: I've just been reminded that Moops finally got tired of waiting for the snake to leave, so she picked it up and carried it to the edge of the woods. Glad I missed that part.

paperwork

When I quit my office job 9 years ago in favor of staying home with the kids and homeschooling, I was glad to say goodbye to the endless paperwork.


Well, it's back -



The Colonel, that's me.

I'm really trying to ignore that misspelled word. And that other one.

Can you tell we've been watching M*A*S*H and Band of Brothers lately?


I think we need to work on a proper salute.

Mom! You've gotta come outside!

"Come see what's in Quacker's nest!"

Just my luck, it's a snake.

It's trying to eat one of the duck eggs! KK tries to nudge it a little, so we can get a good view of its jaws unhinging (is that really a word?).

Our friend the snake didn't like that and proceeded to slither away - under the duck house.

mini-update

Little Miss had her 2 year old check-up today. According to Dr. P, she has "excellent ears" and "beautiful teeth."

meme, or 8 things about me...

1. I was born in cajun country.


2. Jeanne is my middle name, and my first name isn't "Sleepy."


3. I really need a haircut. But I don't want just anyone to do it. I want Nick Arrojo to cut my hair. (Nick, I'm pretty sure you read my blog. I would really appreciate it if you would rearrange your schedule, fly down here, and cut my hair for free. Thanks.)


4. With much practice, I have become adept at the subtle art of sneaking a handful of chocolate chips and consuming them without attracting the attention of any of my children.


5. I inherited short pinkie fingers from my mother.


6. I've always wanted to live on a tropical island. Alas, I doubt I ever will.


7. I've only had one broken bone in my life, my toe; but I do have a scar on my bum.


8. I've spent nearly 6 and a half years of my life nursing. And I'm not talkin' giving shots and taking temperatures; I'm talkin' spit-up, burps, and thrush.

I tag DuraMater.

ouch!

Robinella tagged me!

I think I'm supposed to list 8 random facts about li'l old me. Unfortunately, motherly duties call... you know: making dinner, washing clothes, airing out the smelly house, threatening children with early bedtime if they don't do their chores...

So, dear readers, I guess you'll just have to hold your horses, or ponies, or dogs, or whatever.
I'll work on it and get back to you later.