Introducing Daisy Duke

Everyone needs a Daisy Duke.  She's such a happy, smiley doggy. 

 

 

She has her favorite toy.  As she should.  :)

 

 

And she has her BFF.  As she should.  :)

 

Oh.  She's naughty too.  As are most doggies.  You probably shouldn't let her kiss your face.  I'm just saying.  :)

 

But everyone needs a Daisy Duke.

Well.  Everyone but us.  I'm quite content to just come and visit the farm and see her.  Owen and Sheldon are on a mission to get Owen a dog.

That campaign may have worked with the guinea pigs but I'm NOT getting a dog. 

You can take that to the bank baby.

We will be happy to visit Daisy Duke and her friends Jack Bo, Maggie Moo and Scooty Pooty whenever the kids want.  :)

Animal Abuse

My sister isn't right.  Her poor animals.  LOL!

She *is* funny tho.  :D

Doing What You Have To Do

My sister is so ghetto.

And funny.

By now, most of you that know me know that I'm not right.

But if you don't know my sister, then you probably think that I'm the one of the two that isn't quite right.

Well, I'm not.  And that's definitely true. 

But neither is she.  And here's the evidence.  

My aunt and uncle had a birthday part for her daughter Sheldon and Shane this summer.  When Susan gave the kids their presents (which, by the way, we were impressed that she remembered) she so proudly plopped them down on the table.

We all just sat there and looked at it trying to figure out what in the h-e-double-hockey-sticks she had done.

She finally announced in a "tee-hee" voice that she didn't have any wrapping paper (well, duh, we could see that) so she just did what she had to do.

She grabbed the Saranwrap and got to work.

She made sure to point out that she had put a pretty bow around it, which she had!

That, my friends, is pure genius.  Maybe mad genius.  But genius none-the-less. 

Got a weird shaped present?  No problem for the Saran Wrap.

Did someone use your tape and put the empty roll back into the drawer?  Yeah.  No problem.  Saran Wrap is all over that!

And now I'm going to add a roll of Saran Wrap in the van so when we're driving to a kids party and I'm trying to wrap the present (that we most likely bought on the way to the party) in the car, I'll have a fall back wrapping paper.

You know.  So just in case the emergency paper, scissors or tape that I have stowed in the van isn't there for some reason, I'll be able to wrap some poor child's present.

All ghetto like.

Because it's cool.  And the new "in-thing" to do!

A Fate With Pinking Sheers

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

For many reasons but one is my love for comic strips.  I :heart: them.  I have said more than once on my blog that a good comic strip can make you feel like you're looking in the mirror.  The ones that I can identify with, I cut out and save.

And my mom does too.  I somehow got and kept a strip that she cut out in 1991.

Because once upon a time, the illustrator for the strip Nancy must have been sitting in my house when I was growing up.  Watching the whole ugly event unfold and thinking the entire time that they wanted...no needed...to get back to their drawling board and do the Sunday strip.

The whole ugly incident is so clear to me.  I remember it like it was yesterday.  I was sitting at my parents kitchen at dinner one night.  We were all in our usual seats.  Dad was on the far side of the oval across from me.  Susan was beside me and mom was across from her.

Well.  Hold up.  Let me back up for about an hour prior to that.

My sister was mad at my mom because mom wouldn't take her to get her hair cut.  She was so mad and in a fit of anger, she said "screw her.  I'm going to cut my own hair."

So she did.

With pinking sheers.

In case you don't know what those are, here's a visual image to help you out.

That's right.  Jagged edges and all.  And mom's scissors looked EXACTLY like this pair.

So Susan commenced to cutting her bangs.  But she cut them too short.  They were probably a 1/2 long. And they were all jagged.

Because she used pinking sheers to cut her hair.

So after she cut...ie maimed...her hair, she was obviously upset and in tears.

AND THEN MOM CAME HOME.

/cue dark music

And that's when the real fun began.  We all sat down to eat dinner.  Mom was yelling.  Susan was crying.  The harder she cried, the harder I laughed.

And dad sat there with a stupid "what the hell happened here" look on his face.

And I couldn't stop laughing.  And she couldn't stop crying.  And my mom couldn't stop yelling.  And dad couldn't stop the look on his face.

And then my mom turned on me.  Because I was laughing so hard that I fell out of my chair.  So she nicely suggested to me that I either collect myself or go to my room.

So I went to my room.  Because that was some funny shit and I couldn't stop laughing.  (I'm still laughing thinking about it.)

And it took months for Susan's hair to grow out.

And years for my mom to get over it.  I guess that she was over it by the time that this strip came out 6 years after "the incident" because she cut it out.

And I saved it.

Because it's FUNNY.

Oh.  Did I mention my sister was 13 years old at the time?

Or that her best friend did the same exact thing a few weeks later to her hair?  With the same type of pinking sheers if I remember correctly.

Dumb teenagers.  I guess she showed my mom.  LOL.

Happy Birthday To Me...And To You!

Lots of Birthdays today. So Mary Mayken wanted to sing them a special birthday song.

Happy Birthday to Mommy, Aunt Kem, Scott, Amy, Chuck's Daughter (otherwise known as "Chuck's Arbor")...Happy Birthday to you!



Owen asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I said for him to clean up after himself and don't fight with his brother.

He responded that he'd rather give me a present. lol

Kids Can Be SO Mean

Kids can be so mean. So very mean.

Especially siblings to each other.

And I was reminded of this when a friend was lamenting the fact that his one daughter made his other daughter cry because "she smelled like bacon." And I assume that the one daughter believed that she smelled like bacon. (But...really. Tell her that there could be much worse things to smell like!)

That made me think about when my sister and I were growing up and she told me that I was adopted. And she kept repeating it. Over and over.

And I believed her and was traumatized for days. :/ How could I have been so gullible as to believe her? I suppose the same way my friend's daughter believed she smelled like bacon. lol.

By the way...did I mention that my sister and I are identical twins? :p

Scenes From The Farm

A few scenes from the farm.





Awwwww, puppy, puppy, puppy...

More Happy Birthdays...

Tis the season.

I love this song.

And, I can play it only today and have it make sense.



So, Happy Birthday to Me and to You!