I haven't written the post to tell you about all my kids with hair or furry family members as I call them. I had planned to do that soon. But time has a way of changing our plans. One day soon I will tell you about all of the furry kids but today I want to talk about my Baby Belle because today she crossed over the Rainbow Bridge.
Belle was a pain in the butt, could be snappy with the kids, was supposed to be a hunting dog but was gun shy and she never, ever got along with any other dogs....but I loved her anyway.
I remember the day she was born. My next door neighbors' dog Sassy was an English Pointer and they decided to breed her. The day the puppies arrived my good friend called me at work, she was a little nervous because this was Sassy's first litter and she had never been there when puppies were born before, so I left the office and came home to sit with her and the kids and Sassy during the birth. Sassy did just fine and had 6 (I think) beautiful puppies and I went back to work. Needless to say I was around the puppies alot during the next few months until the neighbors moved to Topeka and we moved to the farm.
I convinced my husband that we needed one of the puppies so we drove to Topeka to pick up Belle. I called her "Baby" Belle because we had 5 other dogs at the time and they were all adults. But the name stuck because Belle never really grew up.....she was always very small, never weighed more than 40 pounds. As I said above she was also a pain in the butt. She was a very nervous little thing, never wanted to socialize with any of the other dogs and was very snappy with them. Part of this is just being a pointer....I swear they will fight about anything at the drop of a hat! She tried to fight the other dogs through her outdoor kennel, constantly barking and carrying on, and she did the same thing in her crate in the house. But I loved her.
Belle was as stubborn as a mule! She knew all the same commands as the other dogs.....she just chose to ignore them most of the time! She turned out to be gun shy so we couldn't use her for hunting. There were times when I swore she was part Greyhound! When she got out of the yard we never really caught her, we followed her in cars and on foot trying to catch her but this dog "quartered" a mile. (Quartering is the pattern most hunting dogs use when going through a field looking for birds, it's usually about a hundred yards one direction then a hundred yards the other.) We would eventually wind up at home and wait and after a 2 hour run, Belle would come up on the front porch and be ready to come inside and sit on the couch. So aggravating, but I loved her.
She didn't like strangers, adults or kids and would snap when people put their fingers in her kennel to say hi, except us, she would snuggle on the couch with us and she loved to give kisses. But she didn't want any other dogs around when it was "her" time. She snapped at my kids a few times too. But I couldn't get rid of her. My husband suggested a few times that we should find another home for her but I always said "No," because I loved her.
I swore Belle would end up living till she was 25 just because she was a pain in the butt! But that didn't happen. Belle turned 13 on June 13th of this year. She still had to be let outside by herself. She was the first dog out every morning and would "help" with the food and water dishes in all the kennels, do her business then wait in her kennel till her door was closed. She had slowed down some, but she could still race like the wind when she saw a cat she wanted to chase! She developed a huge cyst on her hind thigh but the vet said leave it, she wasn't in any pain from it and we didn't believe it was cancerous. The last few mornings Belle didn't run outside she walked....and she didn't want to stay outside in the evenings to run around, she wanted to come in and go to her crate. When my husband mentioned it to me last night I went outside to watch her and check her over. She didn't even want to leave her dog house or her kennel but he coaxed her out. As I watched her move around the yard I knew it was time....I could see she was very weak, and appeared to be in pain. But I still loved her.
So this morning I called and made her appointment. I had to carry her out of her crate to the car and into the vet. The vet checked her over and told me I had made the right decision. I was there when she was born and I was there when she died. I loved her!
I hope and pray the Rainbow Bridge is real and I will get to see all of the pets I've had over the years when I die. I wasn't there when everyone of them was born but I was with almost everyone of them when they died. There will be soooo many of them but I will remember each and everyone of them when I see them. Ashes, Tiger, Sylvester, Tiny, Willie, Shadow, Kodiak, Darrell, Playboy, Yetta, Cookie, Rocket, Patches, Bonnie, Charlie, Sis......there are more, that's just a few.....I hope they will welcome Belle and she will be a bit nicer in that beautiful valley on the other side of the bridge and run and play with all of her old friends.....because I loved her!
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Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
The MANHUNT...or Why I Know My Husband and Son Are Real Life Rednecks
I have known my husband Mack and my 26 year old son Melvin were rednecks for years and there are various reasons why. I'm sure I will share some of their adventures in future posts. But this one involves an incident that happened out here about six weeks ago.
It was quiet Sunday morning here on the farm. Mack was doing chores and Melvin was outside walking his pitbull. Melvin lives here with us at the moment in an apartment my parent's used to live in. Melvin comes into the house and says, I don't know whats going on, but three cop cars just came screamin' down the road and stopped at the crossroad. Well it had rained the day before so I told him they were probably just after some mudders. (Mudders are idiots who drive around in 4X4 vehichles and ruin the roads out here after it rains.) I am not a fan of mudders since I have to drive on these roads and don't appreciate the ruts and messes they make, they also get stuck sometimes and come up to the farm and want us to pull them out.....No, I will not. (I am not a nice person sometimes.)
So Melvin took his two kids into town to so they could go to church with their Mom. On the way he saw many more cops and got stopped on the way back by one who wanted to know what he was doing out here. Was he looking to pick somebody up? "Nope" he says, "I got no part in this." (He's so well educated.) Well Melvin gets home and tells us that the cops are all around our place for a mile and they are on a MANHUNT. Now Mack and Melvin are all excited, there's a criminal around here somewhere! They don't know what he did, they don't know if he's armed or dangerous, but they want to help look for him! I of course tell them that the canine units and the cops have got it under control and maybe we all just better stay in the house. But Mack and Melvin can't do that....so they get out the binoculars and head out to the end of the driveway to start looking around. The kids all go with them and start riding their bikes around the drive. I haul the two farm massive farm dogs in the house so they don't get shot.
The kids didn't know what was going on, but they were excited about a bad guy and kept running in and out of the house to give me updates. They also let the biggest of the two farm dogs out and I had to keep going out to get him. On one trip outside to bring Zuess (the dog) back in I mentioned to Mack and Melvin that they didn't know what this guy did, or if he was armed or dangerous or both and I really didn't like having the kids running around....I also mentioned that as the good rednecks they are they have a houseful of guns and maybe they should at least have one in the bed of the pick up in case the guy came towards the house. I was ignored on all accounts. NORMAL people would have been inside where it was safe but not my rednecks!
Then just as the caught the guy right across the road in the trees (he had litterally climbed one and was trying to hide in it) the kids let Zuess out again. He of course heard all the commotion with cops yelling "On the ground, keep your hands where I can see them, etc., etc." So Zuess decided they might need a little help....Unfortunately, just like most of the dogs and children in the house they pay no attention to my husband Mack when he says "NO" so I had to go chasing after the dog before he got shot. When Zuess saw me he was more concerned with keeping himself between me and whatever was over there so I was able to walk a parallel path till I found an opening to grab him. As I was walking I turn around and there is my little half tail orange cat walking behind me, like "I got your back Mom!" I got the dog and started dragging him back home with the cops now moving towards me to keep ME back and the cat leading the way home. I yelled to the cops I was just fetching the dog so they let me go.
A while later the cops came by in one of their pick ups with some scraggly looking guy in the back of the truck. The cops waved to Mack and Melvin and got a big "thumbs up" from the boys. They stopped by later to tell us this guy had led them on a high speed chase starting on the interstate, he had exited and tried to lose them on the dirt roads, but he chose the wrong road and got stuck so he bailed and took off running. When they found the car they found out he had just committed two burglaries of businesses in a near by town, because they found the stuff in his car. Mack and Melvin congratulated them on a job well done and Zuess climbed in the cops window to get petted, yep, we're a pretty viscious bunch out here!
So much for my quiet life in the country! Last year we had a murder at the old grain elevator we can see from our backyard, a burglary at a place a half mile up the road a few months ago, and now a manhunt! Whats next?
It was quiet Sunday morning here on the farm. Mack was doing chores and Melvin was outside walking his pitbull. Melvin lives here with us at the moment in an apartment my parent's used to live in. Melvin comes into the house and says, I don't know whats going on, but three cop cars just came screamin' down the road and stopped at the crossroad. Well it had rained the day before so I told him they were probably just after some mudders. (Mudders are idiots who drive around in 4X4 vehichles and ruin the roads out here after it rains.) I am not a fan of mudders since I have to drive on these roads and don't appreciate the ruts and messes they make, they also get stuck sometimes and come up to the farm and want us to pull them out.....No, I will not. (I am not a nice person sometimes.)
So Melvin took his two kids into town to so they could go to church with their Mom. On the way he saw many more cops and got stopped on the way back by one who wanted to know what he was doing out here. Was he looking to pick somebody up? "Nope" he says, "I got no part in this." (He's so well educated.) Well Melvin gets home and tells us that the cops are all around our place for a mile and they are on a MANHUNT. Now Mack and Melvin are all excited, there's a criminal around here somewhere! They don't know what he did, they don't know if he's armed or dangerous, but they want to help look for him! I of course tell them that the canine units and the cops have got it under control and maybe we all just better stay in the house. But Mack and Melvin can't do that....so they get out the binoculars and head out to the end of the driveway to start looking around. The kids all go with them and start riding their bikes around the drive. I haul the two farm massive farm dogs in the house so they don't get shot.
The kids didn't know what was going on, but they were excited about a bad guy and kept running in and out of the house to give me updates. They also let the biggest of the two farm dogs out and I had to keep going out to get him. On one trip outside to bring Zuess (the dog) back in I mentioned to Mack and Melvin that they didn't know what this guy did, or if he was armed or dangerous or both and I really didn't like having the kids running around....I also mentioned that as the good rednecks they are they have a houseful of guns and maybe they should at least have one in the bed of the pick up in case the guy came towards the house. I was ignored on all accounts. NORMAL people would have been inside where it was safe but not my rednecks!
Then just as the caught the guy right across the road in the trees (he had litterally climbed one and was trying to hide in it) the kids let Zuess out again. He of course heard all the commotion with cops yelling "On the ground, keep your hands where I can see them, etc., etc." So Zuess decided they might need a little help....Unfortunately, just like most of the dogs and children in the house they pay no attention to my husband Mack when he says "NO" so I had to go chasing after the dog before he got shot. When Zuess saw me he was more concerned with keeping himself between me and whatever was over there so I was able to walk a parallel path till I found an opening to grab him. As I was walking I turn around and there is my little half tail orange cat walking behind me, like "I got your back Mom!" I got the dog and started dragging him back home with the cops now moving towards me to keep ME back and the cat leading the way home. I yelled to the cops I was just fetching the dog so they let me go.
A while later the cops came by in one of their pick ups with some scraggly looking guy in the back of the truck. The cops waved to Mack and Melvin and got a big "thumbs up" from the boys. They stopped by later to tell us this guy had led them on a high speed chase starting on the interstate, he had exited and tried to lose them on the dirt roads, but he chose the wrong road and got stuck so he bailed and took off running. When they found the car they found out he had just committed two burglaries of businesses in a near by town, because they found the stuff in his car. Mack and Melvin congratulated them on a job well done and Zuess climbed in the cops window to get petted, yep, we're a pretty viscious bunch out here!
So much for my quiet life in the country! Last year we had a murder at the old grain elevator we can see from our backyard, a burglary at a place a half mile up the road a few months ago, and now a manhunt! Whats next?
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Cats and Ducks.....Can't We All Just Get Along?
As I've mentioned, I love animals and have way too many of them, I am a "rescuer" which also means the word "SUCKER" is printed on the roof of my house. It is not visible to the human eye, only animals can see it.
I swear, my feral barn cats go out into the fields around our property and find other feral cats and tell them all about their wonderful life in the barn, where they get fed twice a day and fresh water in bowls. There have been times when I have gone outside to feed them and found about 30 hungry cats there waiting for me! Then of course there are the housecats, some of which have been feral kittens who were sick or injured or abandoned and have been brought in to be taken care of then we get too attached to them so they stay.
But back to cats and ducks......There are times when I wish I just walked around all the time with a helmet cam on. Why? Because I could've won $100,000 on America's Funniest Home Videos more than once! Take the beautiful spring morning I was sitting on the couch folding laundry. My old farmhouse has a big picture window directly across from the couch so I can see things coming and going when I'm in the front room (living room to those of you who don't speak Kansan.) I see my cat Flint walking up the front yard with something in his mouth. I always try to save things from the cats if I can, (except rats, I hate rats) so I went outside to investigate. At the time we had a nest of baby ducks at our lagoon (sewer, I know we talk funny here) but I didn't think the cats could get past the mean momma duck. Well sure enough Flint had a baby duckling in his mouth, I found this out when I asked him, "Flint, what do you have?" and he obligingly dropped it so I could see. Well when he dropped the baby duck it started running, and of course Flint started chasing it, and I, of course, started chasing Flint. So here we all are running in circles in the front yard....thank goodness traffic is not constant out here, I know people would think I'm nuts! Eventually Flint caught the duckling, I caught Flint, and then took the duckling back to his momma and all was well. Later I had a discussion with Flint and he never bothered the baby ducks again, or at least he didn't let me see him! Now tell me, don't you think a video of a woman, screaming and yelling, chasing a cat, chasing a duckling could win some money?
More recently we had another cat/duck encounter. About a month ago, a hot air balloon landed in the field next to our house. My husband came running in to tell everyone to come out and see. Thankfully we had to go out the back door to see as it was early on a weekend morning and I and most of the kids were still wearing pjs. As we are standing there oooohing and aaaahhhing over the hot air balloon I hear a commotion behind me and turn around to find my cat Trouble (he earned every letter of that name,) chasing a Mallard hen. She was old enough to fly so I wasn't sure why she wasn't but I went after them, in my nightgown. Along with the cats who are everywhere I have two massive dogs who are left loose in the front of the house to keep out predators, so of course they joined the chase as well. Your seeing this in your head now aren't you? A duck, chased by a cat, chased by Mom in her nightgown, with two dogs right behind. This time we were running zigzag patterns in the front yard instead of circles. The children just hung back shouting encouragement to whoever they thought needed it most and my poor husband stood there dumbfounded wondering what just happened to his quiet peaceful morning watching a hot air balloon. The duck did manage to fly a little but then got herself caught in a corner, so I ran in tossed the cat behind me and swooped up the duck (this is a wild duck mind you, but I'm not even thinking of that) and turned around to find the two massive dogs eyeing her hungrily. So I of course did what anyone would do, I walked in the front door clutching a wild duck and sat down on the couch. The duck was perfectly happy as I petted her and mumbled that everything would be fine and we would take her out to our pond, which is about an acre big and set her free. Now since I was in my nightgown I had to change before we could all walk out to the pond, so I handed the duck to my husband. The duck immediately went nuts and started striking and scratching him, so he dropped it.....and my two pugs started chasing it around the living room while the kids screamed and ran away! Eventually I caught the duck again put her in a cat crate, got dressed and we all trooped out to the pond and let her go. She came out of the crate and flew to the other side, probably to catch her breath before she flew away.
See folks, I'm telling you, if I had a video camera strapped to me head all the time, it could be worth a fortune! Have a great day!
I swear, my feral barn cats go out into the fields around our property and find other feral cats and tell them all about their wonderful life in the barn, where they get fed twice a day and fresh water in bowls. There have been times when I have gone outside to feed them and found about 30 hungry cats there waiting for me! Then of course there are the housecats, some of which have been feral kittens who were sick or injured or abandoned and have been brought in to be taken care of then we get too attached to them so they stay.
But back to cats and ducks......There are times when I wish I just walked around all the time with a helmet cam on. Why? Because I could've won $100,000 on America's Funniest Home Videos more than once! Take the beautiful spring morning I was sitting on the couch folding laundry. My old farmhouse has a big picture window directly across from the couch so I can see things coming and going when I'm in the front room (living room to those of you who don't speak Kansan.) I see my cat Flint walking up the front yard with something in his mouth. I always try to save things from the cats if I can, (except rats, I hate rats) so I went outside to investigate. At the time we had a nest of baby ducks at our lagoon (sewer, I know we talk funny here) but I didn't think the cats could get past the mean momma duck. Well sure enough Flint had a baby duckling in his mouth, I found this out when I asked him, "Flint, what do you have?" and he obligingly dropped it so I could see. Well when he dropped the baby duck it started running, and of course Flint started chasing it, and I, of course, started chasing Flint. So here we all are running in circles in the front yard....thank goodness traffic is not constant out here, I know people would think I'm nuts! Eventually Flint caught the duckling, I caught Flint, and then took the duckling back to his momma and all was well. Later I had a discussion with Flint and he never bothered the baby ducks again, or at least he didn't let me see him! Now tell me, don't you think a video of a woman, screaming and yelling, chasing a cat, chasing a duckling could win some money?
More recently we had another cat/duck encounter. About a month ago, a hot air balloon landed in the field next to our house. My husband came running in to tell everyone to come out and see. Thankfully we had to go out the back door to see as it was early on a weekend morning and I and most of the kids were still wearing pjs. As we are standing there oooohing and aaaahhhing over the hot air balloon I hear a commotion behind me and turn around to find my cat Trouble (he earned every letter of that name,) chasing a Mallard hen. She was old enough to fly so I wasn't sure why she wasn't but I went after them, in my nightgown. Along with the cats who are everywhere I have two massive dogs who are left loose in the front of the house to keep out predators, so of course they joined the chase as well. Your seeing this in your head now aren't you? A duck, chased by a cat, chased by Mom in her nightgown, with two dogs right behind. This time we were running zigzag patterns in the front yard instead of circles. The children just hung back shouting encouragement to whoever they thought needed it most and my poor husband stood there dumbfounded wondering what just happened to his quiet peaceful morning watching a hot air balloon. The duck did manage to fly a little but then got herself caught in a corner, so I ran in tossed the cat behind me and swooped up the duck (this is a wild duck mind you, but I'm not even thinking of that) and turned around to find the two massive dogs eyeing her hungrily. So I of course did what anyone would do, I walked in the front door clutching a wild duck and sat down on the couch. The duck was perfectly happy as I petted her and mumbled that everything would be fine and we would take her out to our pond, which is about an acre big and set her free. Now since I was in my nightgown I had to change before we could all walk out to the pond, so I handed the duck to my husband. The duck immediately went nuts and started striking and scratching him, so he dropped it.....and my two pugs started chasing it around the living room while the kids screamed and ran away! Eventually I caught the duck again put her in a cat crate, got dressed and we all trooped out to the pond and let her go. She came out of the crate and flew to the other side, probably to catch her breath before she flew away.
See folks, I'm telling you, if I had a video camera strapped to me head all the time, it could be worth a fortune! Have a great day!
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Always Think Before You Start Running Your Mouth
The title of this post definetly applies to me! But not today. Today I almost popped a woman in WalMart for shooting HER mouth off.
I have a 28 year old daughter who has special needs. I also use the word "handicapped" even though it is not politically correct, she's my kid and I can say she's handicapped if I want to. You will find as you read my posts I am frequently not "PC" because I just don't give a sh*t!
My daughter's name for this blog is Helga. I won't use my childrens' real names in my blog for security purposes, although some of you know them. Unless, of course, I REALLY find it necessary to embarrass them......
Anyway, after I picked up my grandson from pre-school this morning I needed to run to WalMart because it's one of those crazy weeks at school (more on that later.)
Helga doesn't talk. She says a few words, but they are only understood by those of us who are around her all the time. When she is mad, the only way she has of expressing her displeasure is to yell and scream (shriek might be more accurate) and I will admit it can be VERY aggravating. You should try sitting next to her in a car when she starts expressing her displeasure!
Helga was not happy at WalMart because she wanted me to buy her something and I said "No." So she started yelling. There are many times when I don't even know why she is mad, but today I knew what her problem was. I continued my shopping and told her several times to "Stop it" and "Be quiet." Helga has been to this WalMart many times and most of the employees and other shoppers know her and are very understanding. As I was checking out, I heard a woman at the cashier behind me asking "Did you hear that kid making all that noise?" The cashier waits on us all the time and knows all of the kids. She explained to the woman that it was not a kid making the noise it was an adult with special needs. I continued to unload my cart and the other customer just couldn't let it go! She kept talking about how it scared her and she jumped a foot, and going on and on and on about the noise. The cashier kept trying to get her to drop it, but she just kept going. I kept my mouth shut for several minutes until the other customer said "I thought maybe there was some kind of animal loose in the store." And then I HAD to say something! I turned around to the woman and said "You know I am standing right here and she it sitting on the floor right next to me! Yes she is handicapped but she can still hear you! She is my daughter, I am sorry she disturbed you so much, but I've heard enough!" The woman says "Well I'm sorry, I didn't know...." She didn't apologize about all the crap she was saying, she was sorry that I was standing right there and heard her! As I said above, I wanted to pop her!
After she left the cashier and a few other customers apologized for her. The cashier hadn't realized I was standing behind her until I said something and I KNOW she wanted to just die. She said she was trying to get her to drop it but she just kept going. I told her I knew because I had heard the entire conversation. She felt so bad because she didn't know how to get this woman to stop. It wasn't the cashier's fault.
I understand that Helga can be annoying, but I have to shop and she has lived with me her entire life. She attended school until she was 21 but now she is home with me. I will NOT hide her away, she will be with me in public.
So folks before you start talking about someone, make sure the person you want to bad mouth isn't somewhere nearby OR better yet.....IF YOU CAN'T SAY SOMETHING NICE, DON'T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL!
I have a 28 year old daughter who has special needs. I also use the word "handicapped" even though it is not politically correct, she's my kid and I can say she's handicapped if I want to. You will find as you read my posts I am frequently not "PC" because I just don't give a sh*t!
My daughter's name for this blog is Helga. I won't use my childrens' real names in my blog for security purposes, although some of you know them. Unless, of course, I REALLY find it necessary to embarrass them......
Anyway, after I picked up my grandson from pre-school this morning I needed to run to WalMart because it's one of those crazy weeks at school (more on that later.)
Helga doesn't talk. She says a few words, but they are only understood by those of us who are around her all the time. When she is mad, the only way she has of expressing her displeasure is to yell and scream (shriek might be more accurate) and I will admit it can be VERY aggravating. You should try sitting next to her in a car when she starts expressing her displeasure!
Helga was not happy at WalMart because she wanted me to buy her something and I said "No." So she started yelling. There are many times when I don't even know why she is mad, but today I knew what her problem was. I continued my shopping and told her several times to "Stop it" and "Be quiet." Helga has been to this WalMart many times and most of the employees and other shoppers know her and are very understanding. As I was checking out, I heard a woman at the cashier behind me asking "Did you hear that kid making all that noise?" The cashier waits on us all the time and knows all of the kids. She explained to the woman that it was not a kid making the noise it was an adult with special needs. I continued to unload my cart and the other customer just couldn't let it go! She kept talking about how it scared her and she jumped a foot, and going on and on and on about the noise. The cashier kept trying to get her to drop it, but she just kept going. I kept my mouth shut for several minutes until the other customer said "I thought maybe there was some kind of animal loose in the store." And then I HAD to say something! I turned around to the woman and said "You know I am standing right here and she it sitting on the floor right next to me! Yes she is handicapped but she can still hear you! She is my daughter, I am sorry she disturbed you so much, but I've heard enough!" The woman says "Well I'm sorry, I didn't know...." She didn't apologize about all the crap she was saying, she was sorry that I was standing right there and heard her! As I said above, I wanted to pop her!
After she left the cashier and a few other customers apologized for her. The cashier hadn't realized I was standing behind her until I said something and I KNOW she wanted to just die. She said she was trying to get her to drop it but she just kept going. I told her I knew because I had heard the entire conversation. She felt so bad because she didn't know how to get this woman to stop. It wasn't the cashier's fault.
I understand that Helga can be annoying, but I have to shop and she has lived with me her entire life. She attended school until she was 21 but now she is home with me. I will NOT hide her away, she will be with me in public.
So folks before you start talking about someone, make sure the person you want to bad mouth isn't somewhere nearby OR better yet.....IF YOU CAN'T SAY SOMETHING NICE, DON'T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL!
OK, I've been told so many times that I need to start I blog, I finally decided to do it. My life IS crazy....I am 50 years old and my youngest child is 5. There are seven children all together and of course a WONDERFUL husband who has enabled my to become a stay at home mom (at least for now.) We live on a small farm, but my dream is to make it bigger.... Besides the 7 human children, there are 3 horses, 1 goat, 14 dogs, 7 house cats, and several feral barn cats. These are the kids with hair! Are you beginning to see why my life is crazy?
I will share many things on this blog. Stories about my days and the little ups and downs with my kids. Stories about the hairy kids. Recipies, my opinions, etc.
So I hope you will "like" it and tell you friends. And I hope your life will seem a whole lot easier sometimes after you've read about mine!
I will share many things on this blog. Stories about my days and the little ups and downs with my kids. Stories about the hairy kids. Recipies, my opinions, etc.
So I hope you will "like" it and tell you friends. And I hope your life will seem a whole lot easier sometimes after you've read about mine!