I wake her up around 7:30. Once she gets out of her kennel, she heads for the kitchen for a drink of water. Sometimes she pauses by the food bowls. She is probably trying to figure out what to do next. We have a routine that we've followed her whole life, but she forgets what she was doing sometimes. Finding herself in the kitchen doorway, I think she can't remember if she was coming or going...time to pee or time to eat. Usually, if I nudge her in the right direction, she'll head for the door. She may do some stretching while all this goes on. Riveting, huh? Once on the porch, there is another "where am I?" moment. This could be because she's blind and deaf or she may have doggie dementia...I'll bet it's both, bless her heart. Then she waddles across the porch to the ramp Lee built her and does her business in the yard. After all the poking around she did getting outside, she is now fully awake and ready to pester me to insanity until I take care of her. She sure can do her morning yard business fast and get back up that ramp to the door. She taps on the front glass door with her nails until I let her in, she wants her treat, and wants her food immediately after that. If ignored, she stomps around the kitchen beneath my feet, knowing I will break my own neck before stepping on her. Sometimes it's just best to drop everything and get it all out of the way at once, even though I think it's ridiculous that she thinks food should follow her treat. This is not how she was raised! You can't reason with her. It simply will not work anymore. After eating, it's nap time. Can you believe it? She has a huge dog be in the living room. I hate it, but I want her to have a change of scenery, other than her kennel, so I have keep this in our living room for her to sleep on during the day. The idea was that it is big enough for all the dogs. Mindy lays dead center. It's clearly her bed. Ruby got sick and threw up on it last night. Mindy is not pleased this morning. She's in Oliver's kennel right now and Oliver has been forced to lay in Ruby's kennel. Ruby is rolled up in her Snuggie on the couch. Anytime Mindy gets out of bed for the rest of the day, you have to be on your toes. The phrase "She's on the move" is an alert that she is up and therefore needs to be routed outside after her drink to pee. Unlike the demands for food, she won't ask to go out anymore. She just stands around for a while and, if ignored, she'll do her business where she right there. Thank goodness we don't have carpet anymore. When it's time for bed, around 10PM, she suddenly has her wits about her. She finds me, asks to go out, wants a bedtime snack, and usually goes to sleep. She has her bad night, too, though. She will go out the door, turn around and tap on the glass, like she's done. Lies...all lies! I have to make her go down the ramp. After being tucked in, sometimes she wants a drink or to run around the living room/kitchen partition. Hilarious! She's like a little kid that doesn't want to go to sleep. This whole scenario cracks me up, so I let her act a fool, then put her back to bed. These dogs are a mess! Caesar Milan couldn't fix this old wiener dog. Oliver is looking more and more low maintenance as the years pass...now that we got rid of all the carpet that he liked to mark. He is a little escape artist though. He can unlock his kennel from the inside. Ruby could use some therapy. She's so anxious....I think she gets it from me. She learned my social anxiety or something. I always thought, "What's one more dog?" Now we want to travel, and with each of them getting older and more ornery, I see that having more than one dog can be quite foolish.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
A Day in the Life of Mindy
I wake her up around 7:30. Once she gets out of her kennel, she heads for the kitchen for a drink of water. Sometimes she pauses by the food bowls. She is probably trying to figure out what to do next. We have a routine that we've followed her whole life, but she forgets what she was doing sometimes. Finding herself in the kitchen doorway, I think she can't remember if she was coming or going...time to pee or time to eat. Usually, if I nudge her in the right direction, she'll head for the door. She may do some stretching while all this goes on. Riveting, huh? Once on the porch, there is another "where am I?" moment. This could be because she's blind and deaf or she may have doggie dementia...I'll bet it's both, bless her heart. Then she waddles across the porch to the ramp Lee built her and does her business in the yard. After all the poking around she did getting outside, she is now fully awake and ready to pester me to insanity until I take care of her. She sure can do her morning yard business fast and get back up that ramp to the door. She taps on the front glass door with her nails until I let her in, she wants her treat, and wants her food immediately after that. If ignored, she stomps around the kitchen beneath my feet, knowing I will break my own neck before stepping on her. Sometimes it's just best to drop everything and get it all out of the way at once, even though I think it's ridiculous that she thinks food should follow her treat. This is not how she was raised! You can't reason with her. It simply will not work anymore. After eating, it's nap time. Can you believe it? She has a huge dog be in the living room. I hate it, but I want her to have a change of scenery, other than her kennel, so I have keep this in our living room for her to sleep on during the day. The idea was that it is big enough for all the dogs. Mindy lays dead center. It's clearly her bed. Ruby got sick and threw up on it last night. Mindy is not pleased this morning. She's in Oliver's kennel right now and Oliver has been forced to lay in Ruby's kennel. Ruby is rolled up in her Snuggie on the couch. Anytime Mindy gets out of bed for the rest of the day, you have to be on your toes. The phrase "She's on the move" is an alert that she is up and therefore needs to be routed outside after her drink to pee. Unlike the demands for food, she won't ask to go out anymore. She just stands around for a while and, if ignored, she'll do her business where she right there. Thank goodness we don't have carpet anymore. When it's time for bed, around 10PM, she suddenly has her wits about her. She finds me, asks to go out, wants a bedtime snack, and usually goes to sleep. She has her bad night, too, though. She will go out the door, turn around and tap on the glass, like she's done. Lies...all lies! I have to make her go down the ramp. After being tucked in, sometimes she wants a drink or to run around the living room/kitchen partition. Hilarious! She's like a little kid that doesn't want to go to sleep. This whole scenario cracks me up, so I let her act a fool, then put her back to bed. These dogs are a mess! Caesar Milan couldn't fix this old wiener dog. Oliver is looking more and more low maintenance as the years pass...now that we got rid of all the carpet that he liked to mark. He is a little escape artist though. He can unlock his kennel from the inside. Ruby could use some therapy. She's so anxious....I think she gets it from me. She learned my social anxiety or something. I always thought, "What's one more dog?" Now we want to travel, and with each of them getting older and more ornery, I see that having more than one dog can be quite foolish.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Time Flies
We have been busy, nonstop, for about a month now. I can't say I'm loving it. We are used to a slower pace. That's why we like living in the country and off one income. There are never many engagements and Lee makes the money and I take care of things at home. So, when 5 o'clock rolls around, we can sit on the swing and have a cold drink and chat. That just like we like it.
We got off course about two weeks ago getting ready for a big party. About the time I got everything back to normal, Aunt Flo showed up. That bitch! So I got tied up tending to her and the house went back to hell. It hasn't rained much in the past two weeks, so I was tickled to death when it began to rain yesterday. We got two nice showers. My rain buckets filled up, so I can stop hauling water from the tap out to my flowers on the porch and give the sprinklers a rest. My plants are spoiled to chlorine-free water. It's been so hot and they are suffering because they had a rough time with five male dogs hanging out here over the weekend of the 4th. Somebody would pee on an azalea, then everybody else would have to mark it. Vicious cycle. And in the end, I am frantically trying to save two badly piss burned azaleas and a hydrangea. I'm seeing some new growth on the hydrangea, but the azaleas look pitiful.
Oh, and the red bud I've been nursing for 2+ years. Gone. Ruby and Coleman were playing so hard that they took it out. Lee and I saw them do it, looked at each other, shrugged, then he said, "I'm getting a smoke tree." I'm relieved. If I don't dig up the roots on the little bastard, it will torment me for years to come. It keeps getting wiped out and it keeps coming back, very unstable and in need of lots of tlc. Death to the red bud. I have dumped gallons upon gallons of miracle gro on that thing, and my results have never been impressive. Good riddance.
Mindy has been so demanding here lately. Spoiled is what she is. I know she can't be feeling great, and that's why I let her boss me around. She keeps eating her share of food and everyone else's. I don't know if she remembers being fed. She has her treat, then breakfast. Around 4 o'clock she begins following me around stomping her front feet. Afraid I'll step on her, cause I'm usually getting dinner started, I'll go ahead and feed her. Then, her daddy comes home, which is when she is supposed to be fed and she wants her dinner again. She has gained some weightt. It's so bad for her. She already has a difficult time walking around because her little legs are so short and seem to be less stiff and more rubbery these days. When she wakes up for her hours of napping, she toboggans off her over-sized dog bed and slides around on the bamboo floor. She always gives herself a good shake which leaves her spread eagle on her tummy. The she slips and slides until she makes it to the kitchen floor, which has some grip to it. She exhausts me.
We have found our honeymoon destination. Puerto Vallarta! The Barcelo resort, formerly the La Jolla de Mismaloya. We had a difficult time deciding because it's our first big trip that we've booked and paid for ourselves. I made a list of 11 destinations we were interested in. After devising a pro/con list based on all-inclusive price, safety, beach, bar, and food, we arrived at 4 possible destinations. Then, it just really came down to hotel to pool ration. Some of these places had beautiful grounds and a huge hotel, but the pool was tiny in comparison. Then, all I could think about is how nice that swim up bar looked and how it would keep it's patrons from having to get out of the pool. All those people from all those rooms in that pool that looked to small for the hotel. That's why the other places got crossed off the list. Barcelo won because back in the spring we saw it on the Travel Channels top 10 Mexican Beach Resorts, or something like that. It was made famous by the movie, Night of the Iguana. It looks terribly romantic with it's jungle back-drop. We have transferred funds from our saving to checking to purchase the tickets. We have bought our new traveling abroad luggage. It should arrive tomorrow. We have just a little over an hour to cross Houston's airport and board our flight to Mexico. Checking baggage would make things impossible. We bought back packs. They actually look like duffel bags. They are made by Osprey. They are light weight, have a ventilation system, alloy frame, cushioned harness and hip belts, and compression straps. Yes, we studied up. Matter of fact, we spent 2 days on our back pack research before making a decision. Crap, we may have spent more time making this decision than on the trip itself. But we plan to use them for future globe hopping adventures.
Now to find Lee some swim trunks, that he likes.
We got off course about two weeks ago getting ready for a big party. About the time I got everything back to normal, Aunt Flo showed up. That bitch! So I got tied up tending to her and the house went back to hell. It hasn't rained much in the past two weeks, so I was tickled to death when it began to rain yesterday. We got two nice showers. My rain buckets filled up, so I can stop hauling water from the tap out to my flowers on the porch and give the sprinklers a rest. My plants are spoiled to chlorine-free water. It's been so hot and they are suffering because they had a rough time with five male dogs hanging out here over the weekend of the 4th. Somebody would pee on an azalea, then everybody else would have to mark it. Vicious cycle. And in the end, I am frantically trying to save two badly piss burned azaleas and a hydrangea. I'm seeing some new growth on the hydrangea, but the azaleas look pitiful.
Oh, and the red bud I've been nursing for 2+ years. Gone. Ruby and Coleman were playing so hard that they took it out. Lee and I saw them do it, looked at each other, shrugged, then he said, "I'm getting a smoke tree." I'm relieved. If I don't dig up the roots on the little bastard, it will torment me for years to come. It keeps getting wiped out and it keeps coming back, very unstable and in need of lots of tlc. Death to the red bud. I have dumped gallons upon gallons of miracle gro on that thing, and my results have never been impressive. Good riddance.
Mindy has been so demanding here lately. Spoiled is what she is. I know she can't be feeling great, and that's why I let her boss me around. She keeps eating her share of food and everyone else's. I don't know if she remembers being fed. She has her treat, then breakfast. Around 4 o'clock she begins following me around stomping her front feet. Afraid I'll step on her, cause I'm usually getting dinner started, I'll go ahead and feed her. Then, her daddy comes home, which is when she is supposed to be fed and she wants her dinner again. She has gained some weightt. It's so bad for her. She already has a difficult time walking around because her little legs are so short and seem to be less stiff and more rubbery these days. When she wakes up for her hours of napping, she toboggans off her over-sized dog bed and slides around on the bamboo floor. She always gives herself a good shake which leaves her spread eagle on her tummy. The she slips and slides until she makes it to the kitchen floor, which has some grip to it. She exhausts me.
We have found our honeymoon destination. Puerto Vallarta! The Barcelo resort, formerly the La Jolla de Mismaloya. We had a difficult time deciding because it's our first big trip that we've booked and paid for ourselves. I made a list of 11 destinations we were interested in. After devising a pro/con list based on all-inclusive price, safety, beach, bar, and food, we arrived at 4 possible destinations. Then, it just really came down to hotel to pool ration. Some of these places had beautiful grounds and a huge hotel, but the pool was tiny in comparison. Then, all I could think about is how nice that swim up bar looked and how it would keep it's patrons from having to get out of the pool. All those people from all those rooms in that pool that looked to small for the hotel. That's why the other places got crossed off the list. Barcelo won because back in the spring we saw it on the Travel Channels top 10 Mexican Beach Resorts, or something like that. It was made famous by the movie, Night of the Iguana. It looks terribly romantic with it's jungle back-drop. We have transferred funds from our saving to checking to purchase the tickets. We have bought our new traveling abroad luggage. It should arrive tomorrow. We have just a little over an hour to cross Houston's airport and board our flight to Mexico. Checking baggage would make things impossible. We bought back packs. They actually look like duffel bags. They are made by Osprey. They are light weight, have a ventilation system, alloy frame, cushioned harness and hip belts, and compression straps. Yes, we studied up. Matter of fact, we spent 2 days on our back pack research before making a decision. Crap, we may have spent more time making this decision than on the trip itself. But we plan to use them for future globe hopping adventures.
Now to find Lee some swim trunks, that he likes.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Our dogs are angels
I look forward to seeing them every morning when I wake up and this is what I get....
THE BOSS
Mindy taps on the front door with her paw until I stop what I'm doing, making breakfast, and let her in. She continues to boss me around until she is completely satisfied. She demands her treat as soon as she comes back in from going outside, then she insists that she should eat her breakfast immediately. She stands underfoot while I attempt to make breakfast without stepping on her. Not always successfully. I don't know if she remembers that I have already given her a treat and that she has food in her bowl. I let her slide with this behavior because she's an old lady.
SHOTGUN!
Oliver stretches, rubs and rolls on the dog bed beside the front door. He thinks he should be loved on before he goes outside in the morning. He will refuse until you at least pat his head. After his morning needs are me, he hops in his dad's chair on top of his blanket and rolls around until he gets cozy. He sure does love Lee. He hops in Lee's lap every night. I swear he calls "shotgun" as he lays on Lee's left leg against the arm of the chair.
MORNING PLAYTIME
Ruby wants love as she exits her kennel. She rubs all over me, kissing and gnawing at my hands as I pet her. She runs around the property for about 5 to 10 minutes while I get the coffee going. Sometimes it's harder to get her inside, especially if she finds something to kill. She is usually pretty good about doing some tricks for her morning treat. I give it to her and she runs into the living room. I holler after her, "Don't get on the couch!" She doesn't. She hops on the foot stool to devour her Milkbone, but only after Mindy and Ollie have finished theirs. She likes to make them watch her. She is the Nellie Oleson of dogs. After Lee leaves for work, she wants my undivided attention for a while until she gets tired and takes a nap.
THE BOSS
Mindy taps on the front door with her paw until I stop what I'm doing, making breakfast, and let her in. She continues to boss me around until she is completely satisfied. She demands her treat as soon as she comes back in from going outside, then she insists that she should eat her breakfast immediately. She stands underfoot while I attempt to make breakfast without stepping on her. Not always successfully. I don't know if she remembers that I have already given her a treat and that she has food in her bowl. I let her slide with this behavior because she's an old lady.
SHOTGUN!
Oliver stretches, rubs and rolls on the dog bed beside the front door. He thinks he should be loved on before he goes outside in the morning. He will refuse until you at least pat his head. After his morning needs are me, he hops in his dad's chair on top of his blanket and rolls around until he gets cozy. He sure does love Lee. He hops in Lee's lap every night. I swear he calls "shotgun" as he lays on Lee's left leg against the arm of the chair.
MORNING PLAYTIME
Ruby wants love as she exits her kennel. She rubs all over me, kissing and gnawing at my hands as I pet her. She runs around the property for about 5 to 10 minutes while I get the coffee going. Sometimes it's harder to get her inside, especially if she finds something to kill. She is usually pretty good about doing some tricks for her morning treat. I give it to her and she runs into the living room. I holler after her, "Don't get on the couch!" She doesn't. She hops on the foot stool to devour her Milkbone, but only after Mindy and Ollie have finished theirs. She likes to make them watch her. She is the Nellie Oleson of dogs. After Lee leaves for work, she wants my undivided attention for a while until she gets tired and takes a nap.
Recovered Outdoor Furniture
That didn't take long at all. I love it. The awning fabric is growing on us. Too late to second guess that decision now. I think it looks inviting. Lee will get the mister working this weekend and I am buying a plant or two for the window boxes and firepit today. I'm so glad to have this space back.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Outdoor Fabric!
Sometimes it amazes me, what I can get excited about. I went to Huntsville yesterday , on a whim really, to get outdoor fabric to fix out back porch back up. The awning needed to be replaced and the cushions need to be recovered. I was tickled to find the deal that I did. I love how mellow the color is and the lightness will keep everything cool out back. I hope. The best part is that when I got up to the register, I found that it was over 50% off. It was marked $10 a yard with 50% off, but when the lady scanned it at the cutting table, it was $4.50 a yard. When you are buying 21 yards of fabric that is going to be left up to nature, you really don't want to invest a whole lot of money in it. I'd rather not worry about taking everything down, dragging the pillows in and out of the house all the time, it's easier to replace it every couple of years.
This is the new awning, we made last night. I hem the ends, but don't bother with the edges. Lee does the grommet work. He hung the wire 3 years ago. It still works just fine. I give him most of the credit for this...all I do is pick out the fabric and do some stitching.
I am an impatient person when it comes to projects, so we had to put it up as soon as we finished last night. I wanted to be able to see it when I woke up this morning. Gosh, I need to wipe down the pergola. I knew it before hand and I'll have to be careful not to get the cleaner on the fabric, but I'm pretty good at working around things and not messing anything up.
This is what the old fabric looked like when we first put it up. It was between the stripes and "tangerine monkeys", which I was in love with, but I didn't want Lee to hate it, so stripes it was. I left yesterday with the full intention of getting stripes again, but the striped fabric available that was on sale had lots of pink.
It can look very romantic at night. With a plant in the fire pit and candles. The awning can be drawn back against the house to expose the night sky.
This is the fabric I got to cover our seat cushion! I LOVE IT!!!!!! So much! I think this pattern is absolutely adorable. Lee isn't crazy about it, but he's not hating it either. I can't wait to get it all fixed up again. And that is what I am doing today, covering seat cushions and I'm waiting on the floor guy, too. There is a lot of work to be done out there. Like I said the white wash needs to be wiped down. I need to get some heat and drought tolerant plant to go in the window boxes and the fire pit. We've used the fire pit to hold ice cold beer and have even roasted marshmallows a couple of times, but I think the best use was as a planter. I noticed our chandelier has decided not to work last night, so I have to figure that mess out.
This is the new awning, we made last night. I hem the ends, but don't bother with the edges. Lee does the grommet work. He hung the wire 3 years ago. It still works just fine. I give him most of the credit for this...all I do is pick out the fabric and do some stitching.
I am an impatient person when it comes to projects, so we had to put it up as soon as we finished last night. I wanted to be able to see it when I woke up this morning. Gosh, I need to wipe down the pergola. I knew it before hand and I'll have to be careful not to get the cleaner on the fabric, but I'm pretty good at working around things and not messing anything up.
This is what the old fabric looked like when we first put it up. It was between the stripes and "tangerine monkeys", which I was in love with, but I didn't want Lee to hate it, so stripes it was. I left yesterday with the full intention of getting stripes again, but the striped fabric available that was on sale had lots of pink.
It can look very romantic at night. With a plant in the fire pit and candles. The awning can be drawn back against the house to expose the night sky.
This is the fabric I got to cover our seat cushion! I LOVE IT!!!!!! So much! I think this pattern is absolutely adorable. Lee isn't crazy about it, but he's not hating it either. I can't wait to get it all fixed up again. And that is what I am doing today, covering seat cushions and I'm waiting on the floor guy, too. There is a lot of work to be done out there. Like I said the white wash needs to be wiped down. I need to get some heat and drought tolerant plant to go in the window boxes and the fire pit. We've used the fire pit to hold ice cold beer and have even roasted marshmallows a couple of times, but I think the best use was as a planter. I noticed our chandelier has decided not to work last night, so I have to figure that mess out.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Loving This Hot Summer
We got a lot done this weekend. We went to our first summer party this year and had a great time. We at at Top of the River in Guntersville, yum! I forgot how generous they were with their extras and portions! And we even found time to fight zombies. Good times! Finally caught up on mowing the grass. We trimmed up the crepe myrtles and a couple of other things that have gotten out of hand. Our grape vines over the arbor were up in everything out there. It was quite a task pulling them out of everything. We fertilized everything after we got a good rain yesterday. It rained so hard. We welcomed it because we had been out in the heat all day and for the water for our yard and garden. After it stopped, I added fertilizer to four of our buckets of water and distributed it around the yard to things that needed a little extra help. Hopefully we'll see some improvement soon. Lee picked up some fertilizer stakes at Lowe's on Sunday and put them around a few trees that needed some assistance. I'm so glad I'm beginning to see something out of the effort we've been putting in. I really like having the new things we've planted around the yard. Use to, all I really felt like we did was mow the grass. That was the only accomplishment I saw when we looked out on our yard. Now I see all the things we've planted over the years. I admire the growth of our beautiful leylands, crepe myrtles, azaleas, roses and fruit trees. I get excited thinking about what they will all look like in another year or so.
Lee put misters up on the front porch and is replacing the one out on the back deck. I don't know how anyone can take this kind of heat with out them. The ceiling fans served us well up 'til now, but it just felt like a heater was blowing on us this weekend. I'm so thankful that I have a husband that knows how to do things. We always have my little sister's July 3rd birthday here every year, but this year is a big one as she is turning 30. He has decided to build a slip 'n slide. I know it's going to be so fun. He always goes above and beyond what is expected. Yes, I think he's Mr. Perfect.
Ruby is such a naughty girl. I caught her in the front ditch yesterday, after repeatedly getting on to her for being places she shouldn't be. Her little butt was sticking straight up in the air. I figured she'd done got her something. She come prancing across the side of the yard, giving me the side eye, knowing if I came after her or enforced her to come up to the porch, she might lose her prize. I was up to my elbows in gardening, so I let her slide, but I saw two feet handing out the side of her mouth. Yep, she got her a rabbit. All that she brought back up here this morning was one hind leg. I emailed Lee a picture of it, titled "Ruby's lucky rabbit's foot". No wonder she said her stomach hurt last night...and again this morning. Her food bowl in the kitchen is full 'cause her tummy has rabbit in it. I'm sure she ate too much too fast. No kisses for Ruby Sue. Yuck!
Mindy is getting too old for this Alabama heat. She was hanging out ion the back yard with us while we worked yesterday and looked down right delirious by the time we got her in the house. She had to be rescued. I carried her in and when Lee couldn't get her to drink, he stuck her in the sink. She came back around slowly, but she can't go out for very long anymore.
Oliver has been an absolute angel here lately. I could just squeeze him. He hasn't been as grumpy as usual. I'm not sure what the change in attitude is. Maybe the weekend away from us, with his aunt and uncle did him some good. I am thankful to have all our dogs happy and well for the moment.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Chasin' down a hoodoo there
Ruby Sue gets in more trouble when she gets out running around here. Here's a picture of her after eating a bee, or something that stings, cause her lip is all swollen and hanging down on the lower on the left side of the pic. I should have known when I was falling in love with her in Aunt Jo's back yard, that she'd be a handful. Her and her brother kept on running up the back porch steps, pushing through the screen door and eating the cat's food. Then she got in Grandmother's drain pipe. Let's see, this week she has been caught tossing a bird trying to learn to fly up in the air....she said she was "jus' helpin', Momma", I know the small creatures of our yard and surrounding woods are on some kind of terror alert this week. She hasn't eaten much of the food I've put out for her. I've been mowing grass for the past two days and so she's out and not watched very closely. Poor critters. I've noticed her visiting certain shrubs, messing around underneath them, and I know she's got one of her little prizes hidden from me. I'd just let her have them if she was an outside dog, but I don't want to have to clean it up if it makes her sick in the house.
Being gone last weekend put us behind on the yard work. I did the push mowing around the house and areas that Lee can't get on the tractor. Once he knocks that out tomorrow, we'll work on an unfinished project or two. Still got the walkway, we are pouring, and the rail fence to get done before we can begin another project. Then we'll probably get the porch ceiling up. I bet that's going to be a pain.
I cut my cousin's daughter's hair yesterday afternoon. She's such a good little girl and he's a good daddy to her. I finished mowing the yard around 5 o'clock, ran in and got supper cooked, and we were just finishing up when they got here. I was exhausted! She was so sweet to have not called me out on probably calling her everything but her name, which is Shaylee. I called her Kaylee and Kyleigh and who know what else that sound like her name. Bless her heart. I let her pick out a booshi bag to take with her. It was good catching up with my cousin. We all sat around and watched Reba while I gave Shaylee her haircut and talked about family, or better yet "crazy" family. He asked "have you heard anything from so and so" or "what do you thing about so and so" and I really had no reply or much of an opinion on any of it. I have excused myself from most of the nonsense and foolishness that's been going on in this family this year...not all of it, but most. But don't you think I'm not up for hearing the latest gossip for a little snicker. We got us a handful of white liars in this family and they just aren't good at it. Most of it is based on their own denial that they are wrong. Bunch of stubborn people. If your going to be right, be right. Don't half-ass it, and then have to fix it in a story so you can still feel good about yourself. And, telling half the story, you know, the way folks do so they don't have to answer for their ignorance, ain't right either. Just keep your pie hole shut about the whole subject, if you can't be honest. Guess some people just need to be talking to talk?
I need some more crepe myrtles.
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