Friday, January 30, 2009

Its in the GENES

My sister called me this morning and started the conversation with "Let me tell you what your parents did". I knew it was going to be good because they were now MY parents. So it seems last night, she called Mom on her cell phone and they were having a conversation about Mom and Dad being at Macy's ball game and Dillon has one tonight and blah blah, so forth and so on. A few minutes into the conversation, my Sisters cell phone beeped with a call waiting. She glanced at it and noticed it was Dad.

So, she asks "Mom, where is Dad?"
Reta says "He's driving".
Sister: "Ya'll are together??"
Reta: "Yeah, why?"
Sister: "Poke him in the arm and tell him you are on the phone with me."

LOL. And who says communication is the key to a long marriage?!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Of Ice and Me

I'll apologize to Steinbeck later.

In 2000-01 we had an ice storm. I was very pregnant with Dillon and hormonal is an understatement. We had no heat, no water, no power. We moved in with my parents who at least had a wood stove and camping equipment. Then in 2007, the ice moved in and at one point not a single business in the city of McAlester was open, not even Wal Mart. My parents were without electricity for almost two weeks. We were lucky, we were only without power for a few hours. So, when the meterologists started predicting bad weather and issueing Ice Storm Warnings for our area, my first reaction was NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO.

So far so good. Yes, the ice is falling, but (keeping fingers crossed) its not that bad. Now I've said it...let's hope it stays this way. If not, great whining and whimpering will follow.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

%*#@*&$%# DOG!!!!!!!

Last night, all is peaceful and serene in my world. The kids are in bed, trying NOT to fall asleep, Chris is with Dillon, I am on the couch under the afghan my grandmother crocheted. It's dark. It's warm. I have the t.v. tuned into the weather channel (does this happen when you get old?) and the volume turned down low. I am just lying there enjoying the end of the day, all wrapped up in the sublime normalcy and routine of it all. And then...about five feet from my head, just outside the living room window, while sitting on the front porch...."Angel" cut loose. I swear her howl was adapted from watching every wilderness horror movie ever made. The hair on my arms stood up. I kid you not.

It's alright though, we are getting new furniture, nobody ever has to know about the wet spot/stain on the couch!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

KHARMA

I went to OU on saturday for my Evidence class. Also taking this class is a lady who lives not too far from my hometown. I'll call her "K". So, after getting up before dawn and driving 2 hours to Norman, we sit in a classroom from 9 am to 5 pm stopping only for a couple of breaks and lunch. Last saturday however, we got out an hour early and head home. I had left the classroom before "K" and stopped for gas and a coke. A few miles down the road "K" and I met up about half way home. As we were driving through Seminole, I recognized her car in front of me. Now any of you that know me at all will not be surprised that my first thought, was "AH HA! I am going to pass her!!" Yes, I know, it is surprising that I am not a Nascar fan, but anyway..., pass her I did. So, I am rocking on down the road and a few miles later...there he is...a troop D highway patrolman. I went ahead and pulled over before I saw his lights come on. (Let's just say..I've been here before!) Sure enough, here he came. As I am chatting with Mr. OHP about my speed, I see "K" pass by, grinning from ear to ear. (Yeah, I deserved the laugh she was having at my expense). He finishes with me (I got a warning) and lets me go, I called my friend "T', whose ex-husband is the troop D commander AND my daughter was at his house that very minute playing with their daughter. As I am telling her about my troop D experience I see ANOTHER one. I said OH CRAP "T" there's another one and instinctively hit my brakes. And there she was...parked in front of the OHP, with his lights flashing, it was "K". She smiled and waved as I went by.

I think they are after us.

Thus ended another school day for me and "K".

Monday, January 19, 2009

Critters


Masen loves animals. If she had her way, she'd spend everyday with her horses, dogs, cats, and any other kind of critter that happened along. As you can tell by the look on "Angel the Wolfdog"s face, they love her too.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Woman Driver


I think the dialogue in the "gator" went something like this:
Macy: OH CRAP!! MOOOVE.
Jeannie: I'm too old for this! (ha ha ha)
Dillon: YYYYYEEEEE HHHHAAAAAAA (Dukes of Hazzard style)
Bethany: (yawn) Am I really related to these people??

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Crying Wolf

My sister found a stray dog on the road and took it home. It turned out to be the sweetest dog ever. All she wants to do is lay on her back and have you scratch her belly. She doesn't roam and will jump in your car for a ride on a seconds notice. BUT, it turns out she doesn't mix well with chickens. So...she ended up at MY house. What my kind, loving sister neglected to tell me is that, Angel (Macy named her), is part wolf. She has a howl that will turn your blood cold and make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. (Or as in CF's case, make you almost wet yourself if you are feeding in the middle of the night and she cuts loose only 20 ft. behind you) I've also noticed that NONE, not one single cat, will come near my house. I love cats. We have always had tons of barn cats which I would feed on the back patio. They in turn would bring their dead "critters" to my back door to show their appreciation. It was more of a love-hate relationship. But now, they won't come anywhere close to the house. Basic instinct or survival skill? It could just be that Angel can run alot faster than the basset hound, or it could be that they somehow know there is a small part of her that will eat them for a snack.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Happy New Year

Fresh start.
Resolutions?
EXERCISE.
2009.
Off to a rough start.
Is it spring yet?