I called Mom the other night to check on her. She sounded out of breath. I asked if she was alright. Oh sure, she says, just cleaning up bubbles. I'm thinking: HUH? but ask instead: Bubbles from where?
Oh, from the kitchen floor, she replies.
I couldn't help myself: HUH? The FLOOR?
Yep. The floor. She says.
I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing and
LOADED the dishwasher dispensers, BOTH, mind you,
TO THE BRIM,
I have used every towel I own cleaning it up.
Had to go to my neighbor's to figure out what to do
to get it to stop sudsing. Put vinegar in there.
I had suds all over the kitchen, under the table and all!
(Mind you the table is about 4 FEET from the dishwasher!
She has a pretty good size kitchen.)
I couldn't help it. I snickered. Giggled. Chuckled.
Laughed. LAUGHED REALLY BIG.
Snorted. Laughed so hard I couldn't make a sound, except
WHEEZIN'! Then snorted some more. and the cycle continued.
She almost got her feelin's hurt because I was laughin so hard.
So in a high voice, amid all this snorthin, wheezin, laughin,
I tried to explain.
I'VE DONE THAT TOO!
Maybe not to the extent she did but I had
suds all over my kitchen one time and I believe have my kids!
Can you imagine if I had Peyton or the Poops there?
What fun they would have had??
Well, I'm sure I would have kackled then too! Her? Maybe. . .
not so much.
Enjoy your day and find something to Kackle about today!
So on April 2 (two days before the official day) if you hear some loud noises comin from Texas, it'll be me. Screamin and Hollarin for my boys!! Do not be alarmed! No one will be hurt in the process! But the police may get a disturbin the peace call!
So just kackle away at the hoopin and hollarin goin on from here! It's just ole KaLynn raisin the noise level a bit!
Today, Jack was to be neutered. But alas, he is too young. He is only 11 weeks old. He is the size of an almost full grown Jack Russell which is what we thought he was. But upon closer inspection and the reaction of my skin to him, I'ma thinkin he's got some Pit in him.
He was dropped on a doorstep of a friend of mine.
So without further ado, here is my ornament of the day:
Of course he was still when I started to take the picture. . . But with Jack, still does not last for very long. . .
"But in one high-profile case last month, Goetschel, the country's only animal lawyer, represented a dead pike after an animal protection group accused the angler who caught it of cruelty for taking 10 minutes to haul the fish in."
"The angler was found not guilty." OH. . MY. . GOSH. . .
"The country's 160-page animal protection law states exactly how much space owners must give Mongolian gerbils (233 square inches) and what water temperature is required for African clawed frogs (64-72 degrees Fahrenheit)." A HUNDRED AND SIXTY PAGES DONATED TO INCHES AND WATER TEMPERATURE???
"It stipulates that pigs, budgies, goldfish and other social animals cannot be kept alone. Horses and cows must have regular exercise outside their stalls and dog owners have to take a training course to learn how to properly look after their pets." GOLDFISH CAN'T BE ALONE???? AND what are budgies anyway?
Is this goin' a TAD far?
Do not get me wrong, I am an animal lover but when the government goes this far, isn't it a little ridiculous?
What was suppose to be a quick trip to the soon to be ex sil grandparents house to get the last load of boxes, turned into a stuck truck in the mud, JD coming out to get the truck UNSTUCK, only to leave with all the boxes and the truck still stuck.
(This is not the truck. The truck was white when we left but was brown when we turned in the drive tonite)
We began this excursion at 2:30, we got stuck at 3, the tow truck showed up at 6:15 and we were on our way at 6:45.
To make things even MORE pleasant, is that the grandmother does not like us. Or my daughter. And was very unpleasant. That is mild.
AND I was good. VERY good. Did not say anything bad. Did not punch anyone.
And I got to play in the mud. My hands have now been washed FOUR times and I still can't get all the mud out of the cracks in my hands. (We didn't have a shovel so I dug mud from under tires with my fingers.)
Micah will never live this down as long as I live. Never. Very rarely do I get to hold stuff over my kids head, but this is a definite one.
Maybe tomorrow, all the mud will be gone. Wonder how many washin's it will take?
Kackle! It makes for a unpleasant situation to be a pleasanter situation!!
Especially with 2 peoples (my daughter is with me for a while) and a basset the size of a small child, no make that a rather LARGE child that takes up half of the bed going across, and FIVE smallish to very small dogs.
THEN one dog, the new visitor, Max, thinks that this is FUN to have all this FRIENDS in the same location as him. . .
IT IS TWO OCLOCK IN THE MORNING. . .
"DOG GO TO SLEEP. . ."
Max thinks I'm PLAYING. . .
His BUTT is hitting his FACE because his TAIL is waggin so hard. . .
He is hittin ME in the face with his tail. . .
GGGGRRRRRRRRRR. . .
"Go get in a dog bed. . ."
off the bed he goes. . .
I'm goin back to sleep. . .
WELL, just as soon as Max quits whinin' . .
Which better be soooooon. . . .
Dogs. . .
WHY do I have them . . .
BECAUSE I LOVE THEM LIKE ALL GIT OUT!! THAT'S WHY!!!
My first daughter was born, Tracy Dawn. She was a special child. We just didn't know at the time just how special she was. Nor how long she would be handing out hugs, kisses and smiles with flowers.
Trace loved everyone! She thought all people were her friends. She would pass out hugs to any and everyone. Laugh? This girl would laugh all the time!
Sometimes I just didn't appreciate what I had. Now I don't have it. Lesson to all. Grab those kiddos and keep those hugs, kisses and laughter and take them whenever offered. You never know when they will no longer be available. Hold those babies tight. Even when they are driving you absolutely crazy.
She was born today and left us on October 17, 1986, eight and a half years later. JD was 8 months, Layne 2, Chel 3 and Rabbit 10. I don't have a picture of all five of my kids together.
Hug those kids. Hold them close. We are not guaranteed tomorrow or even the next minute.
Tracy, 1, Rabbit, 2 1/2
Here's is Rabbit's post for today. How it feels as a child to lose a sibling.