As I sit on the back porch and pluck my legs . .

I wonder.  .  .

How possums live in the house next door and they don't condemn it. .

How all these wild grape hycinths came to be all over my yards, front and back. . .

How are the baby birds going to hatch in the old hot water heater and not fall down the tube in it. .

How is Harlie gonna make it when she moves back in with JD and leaves us. . .

How did I get so lucky that I don't have to shave my legs but can pluck them instead. .

So what do you sit and wonder while pluckin' your legs?

Did you kackle today? You should you know!

Dance in the Rain

I used to have this saying on the bottom of my email:

Life isn't about how to survive the storm but it is about learning to dance in the rain. 

I never knew who said it until today but it is Vivian Greene.

This is beautiful. It has music so turn your speakers up.

It is short. I hope you enjoy.

Dance in the Rain movie

(From Motivation in a Minute website)

When did you kackle last? Do so today!

bubbles, bubbles and more bubbles

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,

with DAWN.

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!

Hugs to all!

Little Miss Thang

Little Miss Peyton kept Mimi K purty busy all weekend:

It began with a trip to Wally World for 'nanners'.

Oh yeah, we had to get cereal too.

And take pictures and send to Momma.

"I see you Momma!!"

And this is Miss Thang worn out, with Scrappers guardin' her.

Been a while since I had a two year old runnin' round.

But we all survived.

No child or Mimi was harmed durin' this adventure.

Kackle! It does a body good!!

Spring flowers in the midst of winter

Stop and smell the flowers along the way

and

Kackle!

Wonder why?

Wonder why my coffee was makin' a funny noise as it was "cookin" this mornin'?

Could it be that I forgot to close the lid??

Kackle today! It's relaxin'!

DHL driver

DHL driver knocked on the door. Makin dogs go haywire of course.

I answer the door, he's lookin for my son. Well, he's not here but I will sign for him.

Sooo I step outside so that the Poops will quit tryin to get out and play in the street.

As soon as I step out the moron says: "If you would have just signed this note I left yesterday, I could have left it without you here."

As he is sayin this, he points to the TOP CORNER of my door.

He is my size. 5 foot 5 inches.

I almost asked him if he had to tiptoe to put it up there, because he was pointin with his pen and still hadn't reached the tag on my door yet.

But instead I say: "Well maybe the next time, you should put it where I can see it, because I NEVER look at the top of my door for notes from DHL."

He chuckles and asks what my first initial is and finishes his little section and hands me the signy thing. Gives me the package and says: "Here's your jacket."

How did he know that? There is nothing on the outside that says "THIS IS A JACKET"

So would someone tell me how he knew the contents of the package?

Make me kackle, please.

Go visit Toni today!

Need a laugh? I mean a BIG BELLY laugh that makes tears come to your eyes? A SNORTIN' kinda laugh?

Check out Toni at Can I Just Say. . .

A laugh is guaranteeeed today!!!

I do believe she deserves a Kacklin Award today!

Congrats Toni!!

fingers. . fingers. .fingers. .

It is all their fault.

Daily. It is their fault.

Nothing, nobody else's fault but theirs.

They will not type in the correct letters to get to my blog.

klynngolb@gamil.com

kalynglobgmial.com

kalynngolb@gmail.com

kalyn@glog.gmail.com

AND then the EYES can't figure out what is wrong.

It all looks right to them. . . EVERYTIME. . .



Come on buddies! You are suppose to be my friends!! (I have forgiven them for tellin  me the past 4 ex's were cute. .) (I, for the most part, I TRUST them anymore. .)

But lately. . .man oh man, they are gettin on my nerves!

Finally the BRAIN kicks in. He is always the last to show up. LATE EVERY TIME. IN EVERY CIRCUMSTANCE. EVERY. DANG. TIME.

Then he tells the rest what is wrong. Fingers you're goin too fast, eyes, come on WAKE up, get with the program (butt slap)!

Then they all get together and I can get on here to read and write. Well, that is if the BRAIN can remember the PASSWORD and tell the FINGERS what to type!

Aren't you lucky? HAR HAR HAR

Hope you cakcled today!!

23 more days. . .

UNTIL OPENING DAY OF BASEBALL!!!

WOOOHOOOO!!!

The TV comes to life then!!!

Go Astros!!!

Go Rangers!!!

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!

My movable desk ornament today

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. . .

Kackle some today, it makes the blahs go away!!

Condolences

Renee @ Circling My Head has moved on to another realm of her life. She moved yesterday. Her mother moved February 3 of this year. Her family is hurting today and for many days to come.

Please remember this family in your prayers and thoughts today and for many many many days to come.

(Comments are turned off here. Please go visit Renee's family instead.)

What would you do if . .

you were kissin someone and their false teeth fell out?

you were drivin down the road and some random person mooned you?

you bendin over to get something off the bottom shelf at a store and your pants split?

Me? I'd turn beet red and mumble something and start laughin. . .

Laugh a little every day! Keeps the wrinkles away!

Are Ya Kiddin' Me??

Animals in need of lawyers??

From this MSNBC.com article the Swiss seem to think so.

dead pike

(Picture from www.dft.ca.gov/lakedavis)

"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. . .

Mongolian gerbil

(picture from http://www.rabbitsnrodents.com/ )

"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???

(picture from http://myfishtanks.info/)

"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?

Six Word Saturday

Call me Cate over at Show My Face does Six Word Saturday. I have never participated before but this week merits it, I think! It is about BLESSINGS this week.

Here are my self explanatory words:

SPRING BREAK THIS WEEK: NO HOMEWORK!!!

Fun Friday Afternoon!

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!!

Just to let you know. . .

That a queen size bed is not very big.

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!!!

Hope you kackle today!! It clears the cobwebs!!!

32 years ago . . .

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.

Love to all,

Pits. .

What is it about arm pits that makes dogs wanna snuggle there? I wake up and have 3 dogs scrunched together under both arms . . weird creatures. . .

But I love 'em, I guess. .