Winston is upset

Layne is packin. packin. packin.

She will be movin to her first own place this weekend.

She tells me Winston is takin off with her stuff. I tell her it's because he is gonna miss her. He will be lost without her.

She looks at me like I have lost my mind.

"Mom, WINSTON, not JACK. Winston!"

(me) Well, he still knows something is up. . . . AND he IS gonna miss you. . .

She rolls her eyes. . .

See, young Moms, nothin changes when they grow up. . .We still hear what we want to and they still think we are crazy. . .

But the funny thing now is-we usually ARE crazy! They DROVE us there!

Kackle today?? Need too makes the world much easier to deal with, especially children, no matter what ages!

One thing worse. . .

than being a butt magnet is

having a bassett crawl under the covers after playin' in the rain at midnight and wantin to snuggle. . .

A butt magnet?

I noticed the other night that all dogs sleep with their butt to me.

I turn my head and run into to either Harlie's butt and/or Crystal's butt.

I turn over and have to move Scrappy's butt from my stomach.

I move my legs and have to work around Baxter's butt and/or Jack's butt.

How did I become a butt magnet?

26 yrs ago today

I gave birth to this child:

She is the tinest one of the bunch today but at that time she topped them all at 8 pounds 15.6 oz and was 23.5 inches long. Today she stands 5 foot 3 inches and sopping wet maybe she weighs 110.

Happy Birthday Baby Girl! Love you muches!!

The Keeper

I am a Keeper of all kinds of kiddos. Whether they are

2 legged ones or 4 legged ones.

One day I will see if I can find pics of all my 2 legged ones.

But today I will pass along these of the 4 legged ones.

So there is no confusion over MY four legged kiddos.

(The kids are pretty adamant on who all they belong to!)

Here are the stats:

This is mine:

Scrappy, 5 yrs old

This is not:

Harlie belongs to JD, 2 yrs old

This is mine:

Baxter 2.5 yrs old

This is not:

Jackson belongs to Layne, 7 months

This is mine:

Crystal,  7 yrs old

This one is not:

Winston (aka Wilson on my CSR days) belongs to Michael.

almost 5 months old.

So there you have it.

Oh yeah. Then there is the outside baby:

Oliver, who looks to be about 4-5 months old.

And no we do not know if he is really a he.

And I DID get kitten food today!!

Yay me!!

So far that is the crew! Maybe one day Oli will

come on over and get to know us.

We really aren't a bad crew, just noisy.

PS all were kiddos that nobody wanted.

3 came from pounds, (mine)

1 on the side of the road (layne)

2 were puppies that needed a home. (boys)

I am a big believer in all kiddos need a home,

whether the 2 legged kind or the 4 legged kind.

Pass the love around, grab a kiddo and kackle away!

I'm positive that they will definitely make you kackle!

Even when they are acting up!

turkeys or chickens?

This is what I see most days on my way to work:

That is an 18 wheeler trailer with cages and cages of either very

large chickens or turkeys going to the turkey packing plant.

There are 2 birds in each cage.

Makes me not want chicken or turkey ever again. . .

Think we will have dressing, potatoes, gravy, broccoli, and sweet potatoes with

pecan pie and that dang ole smokin dessert that

Michael loves.

It just may be a meatless Thanksgiving Day this year.

It's not about meat, right?

It's about how many KACKLES you have!!

Oliver. . .

This is a little guy that has been living under the trash house next door. Layne told me that he had been there

since he was a baby. I just saw him last week. He is so much cuter now that we have

been giving him dog food. I keep forgetting the cat food.

BUT I PROMISE I WILL NOT FEED THE POSSUM FROM NEXT DOOR!

kAcKlE today! It is a great way to either end the week or start a new one!

Our newest addition . . .

 Wilson, 4 months old. Both parents are mini wiennies but he is as big as them already.  

He's learning how to bark instead of whine. . .thank goodness. . . He's actually Michael's not mine. So the count is: me three dogs, kids three.

Just so you can remind me later: I AM NOT TAKING IN ANY MORE DOGS!!!!

Thank you and Good night!

Comtemplating. . .

As I sat on the front porch yesterday, contemplating the wonders of the world, this is what I saw:

The sun shinin down on me

Tree shadows on the grass

Trees in bloom.

And Gecko's runnin on my house.

I thank God for my freedom and for the country I live in.

Kackle for being free! and Pray for the men keepin us that way!

Love to all!

Can you find'em?

There is a mated pair of cardinals here. I actually have about 3 sets hanging around. Sometimes at the same time on different sides of the yard.

Gma . . It's in the Jeans. . .

On Gma's last night with us, we were sitting on my HUGE back patio. (It's sooo HUGE that I have my chair in the grass.) Anyways, she is sittin there holding Scrappers.

Out of no where comes this:

"Would you look at my butt?"

Of course Michael and I cut our eyes at each other and say:

"HUH?"

Response:

"Well, I think I'm gonna wear this pants tomorrow on the way home and I want to make sure my butt is not dirty."

I had the camera taking pictures of birds and family in my hand so Michael says:

"Well, let Mom take a picture of your butt and you can see if it is clean enough to wear those pants home."

So....

what do you think??

I think she got the piece of grass off before she went in.

See it runs in the family. . .

It's hereditary. . . .

In the jeans . . . or is that genes? ? ?

Hope you kackled t'day!!! Does a body good!!

Cute Little Chick. . .

In case you need a chuckle, or you have had a bad day, click on little chick and kackle a little.