My lord love a duck

My dearest Cattleman,

When I lay down for the night and have you by my side I feel safe in this crazy world, I feel calm, I gather strength from you and know we will always together.

Until you start that infernal snoring, then I plot ways to get one of the children to move out so I can have their room.

Heh.....

Lord love a duck

Someone must be able to answer this question.

Why is it that men think they need retina eye scan level security clearance to open a dishwasher, yet at the same time don't get that they need it to take Tupperware and cutlery out of this house?

It at first you don't succeed

Try, try again:


Sore throat child from yesterday obviously was consumed with her ice cream mission.

She woke up sometime during the night and ate half a tub of chocolate brownie fudge ripple. She might have gotten away with it except she fell asleep on the couch with the tub on her lap, face smeared with evidence.

Yup a real criminal mastermind that one.

When I found her I wasn't sure if I was damn proud of her perseverance or P.O.'d at her sneakiness...

I've decided a combination of both is fully appropriate in this case.  I am surprised she isn't sick from eating that much, but currently am looking for ways to get her to stop bouncing off the ceiling and walls ( of her room) from all that sugar....

I'll get right on that

Apparently I am the worst Mamma in the whooole wiiiiiide woooooooorld because I don't understand that Ice cream is the perfect breakfast for a child with a sore throat....

I really hate that phase between sick and better, don't you?

Patience, Grey, Patience......

How retched is that?

Flue.


Like dominos.


Later........

Baby it's cold outside

I took the kiddos to the local outdoor rink today.....


Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Now I don't like the cold much and standing or slipping around in a minus 23 wind is not my idea of fun. However I had visions of tired, happy kiddos sleeping soundly tonight dancing in my head, damned if I was going to be the one to call it a day.  I am Mama, hear me roar, I can take it, I've given birth for crying out loud what's a wee arctic freeze breeze compared to that?.

Heh they dropped like flies,

One of the kiddos: Mom, is there going to be hot chocolate when we get back.

Grey ( That would be me): Sure is

Kiddo :I'm getting cold.

Another Kiddo: I'm getting tired of falling down and I gotta pee.

Grey ( with relief and happiness seeping into my frozen regions) : Does that mean we all agree to cut this short and go home. Kinda a shame to leave already......

Kiddo: Mom I think my socks are the only thing keeping my toes on my feet.

Grey  (again me, doing a mental jig at how easy I am getting let off on this polar experience): Well then that settles it, we can't have parts falling off.  Hot chocolate and muffins for  everyone!.

obligatory Valentines post

After all these years, still crazy about the Cattleman. When we decided to make a permanent arrangement I told him not only did I love him, but more importantly I LIKED him.

I think at the time he was a wee bit confused and perhaps he was a a tad insulted. I know he gets it now...

Heh, what can I say?

In honour of the day, the song we played at our wedding:

Are you ready for some football?

Cattleman cooking up his world ( family) favorite Jambalaya and corn bread to bring to the potluck. Gathering with Family, family no matter how you make it, is a goooood thing.