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I love my wife, my kiddo, our dog, and most of all...MY LIFE! I couldn't ask for anything more than what I already have. I get to spend time with those that love me, while doing the things that I love!!!


Dry Season

My mother forwarded this to me as she does SO MANY others. This one is really touching. You may want to grab a tissue.

It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through. Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we Didn’t see some rain soon...we would lose everything. It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my Six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort ... trying to be as still as possible. Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches; thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour: walking carefully to the woods, running back to the house. Finally I couldn't take it any longer and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be he was obviously doing important work and didn't need his Mommy checking up on him). He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not to spill the water he held in them ... maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site. Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him...he didn't even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground; obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand. When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree. I followed him back to the house to a spigot to which we had shut off the water. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his little back. And it came clear to me: The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn't ask me to help him. It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him. His little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not wasting," was all he said. As he began his walk, I joined him...with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, other drops...and more drops...and more suddenly joined them. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with pride. Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. Those miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can't argue with that... I'm not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm...just like the actions of my precious little boy saving a baby fawn.

May God bless you.


Funny Funny



The IRS decides to audit Grandpa, and summons him to the IRS office.

The IRS auditor was not surprised when Grandpa showed up with his attorney.

The auditor said, 'Well, sir, you have an extravagant lifestyle and no full-time employment, Which you explain by saying that you win money gambling. I'm not sure the IRS finds that believable.


I'm a great gambler, and I can prove it,' says Grandpa.

'How about a demonstration? '

The auditor thinks for a moment and said, 'Okay. Go ahead.


Grandpa says, 'I'll bet you a thousand dollars that I can bite my own eye.


The auditor thinks a moment and says, 'It's a bet.


Grandpa removes his glass eye and bites it.

The auditor's jaw drops.

Grandpa says, 'Now, I'll bet you two thousand dollars that I can bite my other eye.

Now the auditor can tell Grandpa isn't blind, so he takes the bet.

Grandpa removes his dentures and bites his good eye.

The stunned auditor now realizes he has wagered and lost three grand, with Grandpa's attorney as a witness. He starts to get nervous.

'Want to go double or nothing?' Grandpa asks 'I'll bet you six thousand dollars that I can stand on one side of your desk, and pee into that wastebasket on the other side, and never get a drop anywhere in between.


The auditor, twice burned, is cautious now, but he looks carefully and decides there's no way this old guy could possibly manage that stunt, so he agrees again.

Grandpa stands beside the desk and unzips his pants, but although he strains mightily, he can't make the stream reach the wastebasket on the other side, so he pretty much urinates all over the auditor's desk.

The auditor leaps with joy, realizing that he has just turned a major loss into a huge win.

But Grandpa's attorney moans and puts his head in his hands.

'Are you okay?' the auditor asks.

'Not really,' says the attorney. 'This morning, when Grandpa told me he'd been summoned for an audit, he bet me twenty-five thousand dollars that he could come in here and pee all over your desk and that you'd be happy about it.



So, I actually started this post three days ago, but I am going to finish it today. Sorry...Read on....

I know I am a bad blogger. And it seems that I say that every time I get on here. My new job has me at the computer every minute of my day, so when I get home, I just do not want to get on the computer upstairs. Plus, my laptop is dead for now until I get another $160 to get a new motherboard, so I can't just get online ANYWHERE I want to nowadays. But, I will get better. Things are quieting down at work now and I should have more desire to get back online. I promise to try. I can't promise an increase in posting, but I will do my best.
So, I guess I will start at today (Monday) and just go backwards...that seems easier than trying to come forwards. we went to her 3 year checkup. My little baby is now 32 lbs and 38 inches tall. She grew 3 incehs and 5 pounds in the last year or so. I am so proud of her. She is still kinda small compared to her little friends, but she is growing at the right rate for her. That's all that matters. And she is healthy, save for the double ear infection and the sinus infection that she has right now.
Yesterday (Sunday), my child almost got beaten. By ME. But I did not think that I had the restraint to just pop her bottom and move on. I was very angry. But, I just put her and Rob's nephew in timeout in separate rooms. After sitting there and looking at the mess for a while I decided that them sitting in the rooms was not good enough. I pulled them both out of their rooms and put them both standing in front of the mess that they had put all over my walls with some wonderful felt tip markers...
After letting them stand there and look at the mess (or art) for about 5 minutes, I gave them both half of a Mr Clean Magic Eraser and told them to get to scrubbing. Now, I was smart enough to stay up there and watch them so as to make sure that they didn't scrub themselves or anything. I have, after all, read all the negative things from using those magic erasers. They scrubbed the doors first. Those were super easy and were clean within minutes. The walls are a different story. They are a very cheap flat paint that did not take too kindly to scrubbing with wet magic eraser. But the children scrubbed. Then they whined. Then they said their arms hurt. Then they scrubbed some more. Then they said they didn't want to scrub. I told them that they should have thought about that before coloring on my walls. Then they scrubbed some more. The two children cried. And they scrubbed some more. Do you see a recurring them here? I let them scrub for about an hour - maybe an hour and a half. They did not get tooooo much of it off the walls. But we let them go and lay down on their beds because they were both tired. Then Rob's sister and I finished scrubbing the walls that they had colored. We did get all the color off, but unfortunately, we also took some of the paint with it. We are definitely going to have to paint. Oh well, I don't like white walls, anyway.

Speaking of painting....and Lorelli....Saturday she was cleaning things up downstairs for me by taking them upstairs and putting them away as best she could. One trip, in particular, took her longer than expected. When I asked her what she was doing her response was, "NOTHING." Finally she came downstairs. I asked her again what she had been doing. She again said nothing. I asked to see nothing and she pulled her hands out from behind her back to reveal that she had painted her fingernails pink. All by herself. And only on her right hand. And had also painted part of her right hand. Rather than punish her in any standard way, I told her she was going to have to sit down on the floor and hold her hand flat on the floor until it dried. And fingernail polish takes a very long time to dry in the winter, I told her. After sitting for 4 or 5 minutes, she didn't want to sit there anymore and she asked me to please take the paint off her fingers. I refused. And she sat there for another 15 minutes while it dried. Even today she still only has one hand painted. I have not finished the job nor have I cleaned up the job. Am I a mean mom?

We decorated our Christmas tree two weeks ago. I have a fake tree. I love my fake tree. I bought it several years ago when I was with A.D. Maybe for Lorelli's first Christmas. I am not sure exactly when. It is a white tree. I always loved the flocked trees when I was younger, so I went ahead and bought a white fake tree. And, did I mention that I love it? My decorations are blue and silver and white. I just love the whole look. Rob helped Lorelli to put the angel on top of the tree. Lorelli helped us decorate the tree. ALL her ornaments were on the lower branches. And most of them were in groups of five or so. It was sooo cute. But, you know me, I went back and spread my ornaments out over the tree to where they were a bit more even. :-) I know this isn't the best picture of my tree, but it IS a picture, and you can get the idea.

Last Saturday (the 6th) we went to the town Christmas parade. It ended up being kinda lame...but still kinda cute. All these little kids were there to watch the parade and they had these little bags with them. Almost like halloween candy bags. I soon found out why...they were throwing candy. Every "float" had candy tossing people. I didn't know Christmas parades were about candy. But oh well. Lorelli had a blast. And she was dressed so cute. It was so very cold outside and we knew we wanted to have her picture taken with Santa. We dressed her in her cute little dress and did her hair. Then we took a blanket along with us so that we could keep her covered until time for the picture. So, she had blanket and coat and hat and her dress. It was a sight to see. Everyone chuckled when they saw her walking around. When we finally got to the park after the parade, she got to slide down on one of those big inflatable slides, which she LOOOOOOVED.

And after sliding, she went and got her picture with Santa. Which, I think, turned out just as good as a professional one. In fact, this is the Santa picture that I will be handing out this year.

The night before the parade we had attempted to go to the town Christmas tree lighting. It was a very cold windy 40 something degrees outside. We got to the park at 5:45 or so and the festivities were slated to start around 6:30. We sat in the car for a while and ate some pizza. I didn't want her to get too cold since I can't find her little gloves. Finally we saw people start showing up and decided to get out of the car and get into the park so we wouldn't miss anything. The city had a nice little set up with some bleachers across from the gazebo. Lorelli and I looked but we didn't see a Christmas tree anywhere. So, we sat on the bleachers. I wrapped her up in my jacket along with her jacket and held her close so she would be warm. We sat and watched as everyone filled in the bleachers. Since we were at the park she couldn't understand why I wouldn't let her go slide and swing. But I just told her it was waaaay too cold to go play. At 6:30 the gazebo lit up and the show started. Unfortunately, the town had decided to try and put on a whole show before the christmas lighting. We watched the game show as the temperatures steadily dropped. Lorelli told me she was cold on her legs so I put her in my lap for a while. And the show drudged on. Finally at 7:15, it seemed as if there was no end in sight, so we had to leave. It was sad because we were really looking forward to it all week. But, one good thing came of it all. Lorelli and I got to examine and look at Santa's float up close and personal before the parade the next day.

I am gonna stop here and I will finish up more of this month's happenings over the next couple days. I am telling you, things have definitely been interesting. Tune in for more. :-)