Forgot my camera.......

Leave it to me. I'm great at forgetting things. Today we took 52 bails of hay to an alpaca farm and I FORGOT MY CAMERA!!!

They are soooo cute, I just want one, maybe 2??

OKay, they are just too expensive, but I can dream, can't I? I just don't know what I'd do with them. I would hate to shave the little buggers, and I can't spin their wool (hair). I don't know the least little bit about knitting either.

I do think it would be fun to do their hair though!!

Cheyenne thinks the only thing great about them is the way they run. It is pretty funny.

While I'm dreaming, I'd like a miniature donkey too. They are sooo cute, and maybe their kick wouldn't hurt as much as a real big one??

I'll take one of those spotted ones there!!......

OKay, hubby's home with the lottery tickets. Maybe there's one of these in my future???

Dirty thought for the day.......MUD

Take a good look, they are clean........

Now, "Poof" muddy..........

All in under 20 seconds!!!

This is my nephew, my very, very muddy nephew. The nice thing about him is, I can send him home and his mom can do his laundry!! Yes, very nice.

Laramie..........

I don't know about you, but I love the name Laramie. I even love the name Lara. No one else really liked it, except Jason, but hey, I went through the labor, so I don't think he cared one way or another what we named her. But I know he liked her name.

Laramie reminds me of everything good, sweet sloppy kisses, bust your guts laughing, and anything pink. Sometimes, if I close my eyes, and take a really deep breath, I can still smell her. She used to smell soooo good, kind of like a baby smell, but with a hint of girl, and the smell of a smile. If you could smell a pink sunshiney smile, she would be it.

Sometimes when the kids do something dumb, like trip and fall on their faces, I can still hear her laugh out loud. She used to love that.

Hell, she loved anything. If you just sat down and paid attention to her, she loved you. She liked men alot, she was such a little flirt.

Sometimes, I just wish I could have seen her normal, and a half-grown 16. I wonder, would she fight with Cheyenne, or would they get along great? Would she give me a hard time about doing the dishes? Would she think her little brothers were a pain, or would she be proud of them? Would she and Cheyenne gang up on me and think they know everything like 16 and 17 yr. old sisters do??

The thing I wonder about most, is what would she look like?? Or maybe who? Maybe she'd look more like me than Jason, or would it be the other way around? Maybe she'd look more like one of her brothers, they say she and Cole resemble each other. I'll wonder forever I guess.

The thing is, she taught our family sooo much about what really matters in life, and about handling pain gracefully, and just about living in general that I should be more grateful to God for the short time we had her.

Who knows what we would be like if we had never known her, and never gone through all her pain with her.

We do however know, she's better off than all of us, and we just can't wait to see her again.

We love you Laramie.

2 Hour Delay

I love those words. It means I can sleep longer and so can the kids. I can take my time making their lunch to send to school. I can sleep longer, I can take a shower before the bus. I can sleep longer, the kids can eat breakfast, and do a load of laundry!! Did I mention I can sleep longer?? I love to sleep. So does the rest of my family.

Even the Coony birds slept alot when we had them.

It must just be our household. I don't think the dog ever wakes up.

Well, his food and water dish need refilling, so I suppose he's alive.

Did you know we raised raccoons?? Until they got so big, we let them free, but it was quite an adventure.

This one got so big, and she wouldn't leave. She decided to live in the garage. She came out onto Dane's head one Easter. It was pretty funny.

She eventually had to go though because a raccoon in your garage is not a good idea!!

OKay enough rambling for today, gotta go sleep now!

"The walk"

The walk is sacred. No one knows what goes on on the walk. Nobody but us. This is my friend, Carolee. She had no idea I was taking her picture. I might be missing in a couple of days if she finds out I put this on here. Hmm, lets hope not, we really need to keep walking. We have so many adventures on our same walk, I think we have the most fun of any two people in the whole world just walking.

Yep, we need major help. I think they call it therapy, right??

The state cop drives by and she waves. I want to moon him (he'd probably pass out and drive into a tree and that would serve him right for ticketing my poor mom) and she actually waves all friendly like. I smacked her.

It's not like we live near a city where we need a state cop around. I mean come on, this is Kempton where the average 12 yr. old has at least 2 guns that are actually his and he know's how to use them. So with my 8 kids, we have how many guns in our house?? Not one , no way Mr. Obama nope not us we have none. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

So while we walk, we talk alot. You would think we never talk to another human being but each other. We never shut up and if we do, we talk about why we have nothing to talk about. Sometimes it can get pretty confusing.

The best was when we were walking over the summer, and being the busy mom's we are, it was getting pretty dark on us while we were in the middle of our walk. Not to worry, this is the country, and not many people are on these roads. Besides, our sneakers were white and reflective. Good enough. So we are talking about laundry rooms of all things and how we can organize ours. Well, mine, not hers as she's pretty organized already and only has 2 kids, not a herd like me. We were talking about rubbermaid containers, and I catch something out of the corner of my eye, kind of like behind my head. Maybe it was just a weird feeling, I don't know. But I turned around and there is this guy jogging like 1 foot behind us. Now, if you're a jogger, why wouldn't you alert two helpless women in front of you that you are there?? This could have gone about 12 different ways. I could have flailed out when he scared the crap out of me just by being there, and kicked him in the nutz. But I didn't. I could have also punched him anywhere. I mean when you scare people like that you should be prepared, right?? But I didn't. You wanna know what I did??

I screamed like a bansheee. Yep, bloody murder and all. I think I hurt his ear drums because he mumbled somthing like "I was gonna let you know I was back there." And what did Carolee do?? She froze. Yep, my protector froze like a popsicle. Great, a banshee and a popsicle. No need to worry, we're on the lookout. The jogger just kept jogging right through. Oh well, I like to think I at least scared him by that scream as much as he scared the living crap out of us. Next time I'm going for the kick to the boys, yep, no more screaming for me, I mean business!!

Until it happens that is, I have no fight or flight response, I scream. Gosh, where's that superwoman kick I'm supposed to possess??

I must have left it on Holstein Drive.

Can I just say.. I love my farm...

I mean, who wouldn't??

I can't stop taking pictures of it.





With my phone no less!!

Oh, I heart my phone too!! Only because it has a camera.

One should never be without a camera, ever.

You could miss something. Like the moon out during the day.........

Or the sky with those beautiful clouds.