How would YOU feel if you were a girl who wanted to be a boy…..No not like that, OK delete that (and I probably will) I’m just saying that how would you feel if you had a brother that did everything better than you. They were always smarter, excelled at all sports, except football and were the one that all the kids wanted to be friends with since first grade? I remember running around the playground and all these chicks were calling his name and when I tried to tell them to back off they could not believe that it was my brother that they were drooling over. He is prettier than me and his three gorgeous daughters have those eyes and that perfect nose that I wish I had. They are strong and tuff and a family that nothing can tear apart.I SWEAR if anything or anyone ever tries to come between the love of this Papa and his girls, I will be there to say a prayer and we know that our prayers are always answered!
Oh Brother!
I remember how I could not wait for him to be born! That is my earliest memory, nothing important happened before that. Then finally the first, the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me in my young life was when he was born….. I have been told that I was a big help since I was already four years old. He was my living doll. When he became more than a wet diaper, he was SOOOO cute and funny! We would tell him “do it” and he would scrunch up his eyes and make tiny little fists (the first Nike commercial was inspired by this) He is still hilarious, but I can’t tell you the funniest stuff, this is a G rated blog. I’m not sure if he remembers, but I can only think of one time that we had an argument. He was about 7 and I was about 11. For sure I forgot what it was about 5 seconds after it happened, but I will never forget that we were both crying and that he wrote me a note saying he was sorry……I can’t repeat some of the awful names he would call me, but he was usually kidding and I am not scarred by that. It’s no co-incidence that I married someone who reminds me of him, but Tom knows better to call me those names. They both are great husbands, sons, fathers and brothers. They are both handsome and they both look smashing in black!!!!!
Happy Birthday , little brother!!!!!!! Many more!!!!!!!!!
Welcome to the Ranch
Well, the best way to welcome a stranger is by serving up a home cooked meal, but it’s too hot to cook and I suck as a cook anyway
but you can’t go wrong with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and some cold french fries. This is one of Miss Piggy’s favorites, so we thought it would be a hit with our week-end guest, Baconcito.
He definitely loved it!
He kind of reminds me of a chubby Labrador Retriever. We actually have a deed restriction that excludes pigs from the neighborhood, but he is a Lab….that’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.
Velvet and Sunrise
Velvet and Sunny have been racing around the barn like they’ve never seen a pig, I mean dog before. I’m sure they will be great friends in no time. After all they only have “a few days” to get to know each other!
Being that he is such a handsome dude and Miss Piggy is such a cute puppy herself….I have a feeling that if they do have the good fortune to meet, this is what they are gonna see!!!!
Happy 4th of July 2009!!!!!
Let’s celebrate our butts off, America!!!!!!! Today is a blessed and awesome day ! Happy 4th of July 2009
Mr. Piggy
Miss Piggy always wanted a friend, even a bucket or ball or any object that was her shape would hold her interest until it sadly rolled away. I’m sure she has forgotten that she is a pig. I was just making her yummy pancakes this morning when Eddie, one of Peyton’s best friends called. “It’s Eddie” Peyton said. “He wants to bring bacon over. They are on their way” How sweet, I thought, but why would he be bringing us breakfast. ” Remember, Mom, “Bacon” the pig that he asked you to keep “for a few days” until they can build a pen?” Oh, right. I went to feed Miss Piggy, there was nothing I could say to prepare her for this, but I needed to tell Tom and I wondered how many times he had heard the line “just for a few days”. A little while later Eddie and his dad drove up pulling a short little trailer with an adorable squealing, large hog ready to bust through the sides. “Well we agreed to take this pig, but Eddie was expecting a cute little Babe or Wilbur” his dad confided. We opened the trailer not knowing if he would bolt for the hills, but he walked right into the barn and as they say in those sappy love stories………..right into my heart. Now after a welcoming treat of carrots and cream cheese coffee cake, I think that he loves me, too. If the name Bacon has any literal meaning, he will be staying here until pigs fly and I know just where to hide him if they start planning a luau.
Feeling down? Talk to the Clown
Yeah, it happens to the jolliest of us all. Even living in paradise on earth, sometimes you just need to go somewhere quiet and be alone. I was trying to escape the other day and hide out for a few minutes, just to absorb all the ups and downs of the last few weeks, without upsetting the dogs and Miss Piggy. So I blinked back a few tears and walked over to the barn to be in a crappy mood for a while. As usual our resident clown saw me coming and was prepared to uplift my mood and make me forget anything but his silly self. Here he was herding our 80 pound tortoise across the pasture
Move along little doggie
When the farrier came later in the day to trim hooves, he felt obligated to hand him his tools and accidently dropped a heavy metal object on his foot. When I had securely locked a filly into her stall, he managed to set her free to run around playing hard to catch for the next 30 minutes. I swear it must be a conspiracy to make me happy!!!!! I LOVE you RUSS!!!!!!
Miss Piggy
I’m not sure how old our Miss Piggy is in people years, but I think she must be a teenager around 15. She is still sweet and polite, but she is sporting a radical new hair style, a MOHAWK and I am wondering what comes next. I’ve read that even these innocent little pot-bellied pigs can transform into feral hogs in a matter of weeks! Has she met her dream Javelin while rooting around the fields? Will I see her with a family of marrinitos? No, I think she is happy to slop here at the Rockin’ P. Besides she would never give up her treats from Grandmother……
Bargain Hunting
one of my favorite places to shop in Chicago….The Salvation Army
We love looking for glasses and always find some cool ones……
My Little Laptop
What a small world! Here I am in Best Buy again, but this time I am in San Antonio. I found LAPTOP even cuter than the one in Chicago. Hope it fits in my purse……
Just Something Silly To Lighten Things Up A Bit
I love all animals, duh! Bugs, included, scorpions not so much, but I am more a dog and pony person rather than a cat in my face person. Tom especially could live without them, especially inside ones. But anything that reminds us of Daddy Bub is gladly welcome in our house. In this case a really spoiled cat named Kirby. We brought her home last December and she fit in just great, litter box and all. To keep the dogs from stealing her food, I kept her bowl on the bed side table. She would reach up to get a bite several times a night until she realized it was much easier to wake me up so that I could put the bowl on the bed beside me and give her a massage while she ate. Just fine until we went out of town for a few days. Now she has to be on the pillow next to me or on me with her bowl next to her all night. Last night, I forgot about the bowl and tipped it into my face. Luckily I was able to scoop most of it back into her bowl without even waking Tom.
Calling All Prayer Warriors!!!!
My husband Tom’s brother Russell Parish is in great need of all our prayers! He was airlifted to the University of Louisville Hospital last night after passing out at his home in Indiana. He is extremely anemic and has cancer which is still being identified. We can do this!!!!!
Love and thank-you!
Leicalady-Dana
