Hmmm

Doesn't it kind of look like Chris is saying STOP. Don't pull that! Probably was considering that Dillon is grinning.

Still pressing his luck

Last saturday Masen had her first OYRA rodeo. She was nervous and didn't have a good pole run. (Barrels looked great) Afterward we stopped and ate at one of my husband's favorite restaurants and Sis was in a less than great mood. Finally I'd had enough and pointed out to her that the rest of us had done nothing but support her and she could stop biting our heads off. Her brother took this opportunity to chime in: "Yeah, Miss Moodswing!!"

Again, we'll miss him.

My first baby.

She's growing up. Eleven years old and beautiful. She'll never know how proud I am of her, even though I try to tell her. She is her own unique person and at eleven knows more about who she is than I did at thirty. I thank God daily for allowing me to borrow her. Little Miss Mess, your Mom loves you.

We're going to miss him....

Last night my son walks through the dining room and for no reason other than to tick her off, says: Sissy's butt...its the BIG Island.

...And the HalleMOOyah Chorus.

My husband is weaning calves. Again. In the lot right behind my back door. Because I don’t have enough insanity in my life.

Wrecked Bikes...

My son has a dirt bike. I’ve posted pictures of him riding it on here several times. He’s had it for over a year and half, and to be honest, we were thinking it was time for a bigger one. Then we noticed the huge dent in the horse barn. THE barn. The barn with the cement floor and high dollar stalls. The barn that sold us our house. (long story, but trust me, without the barn, we would not have bought the house) So, Chris was inspecting this mysterious dent. It wasn’t the size of a dent that a horse would cause by kicking, and it was on the outside of the barn. It was too low to be caused by any farm equipment we have. But you know what - it was the exact size and height of the front tire of Dillon’s dirt bike. His explanation - I just forgot to stop.

Forgot. He. Forgot. To. Stop.

He forgot to stop as he approached a large steel/metal building traveling fast enough to leave a huge dent on a bike he has been riding for over a year. Dude, it’s a freaking BARN. Its not like he misjudged a storage building or clipped a tree, he hit the BARN. But, hey there mom, don’t freak out, I just FORGOT to stop. Has to be the male hormones coming out in him.

Snake Strikes...

We stopped at Mammy’s a few days ago to drop something off, or maybe pick something up, who knows. I sent Dillon to the front door and noticed him jumping backward, grinning like a crazy person, and yelling MOMMMMMM. Irritated, I shut down the engine of the truck and walked up there. Dill-man was all, that SNAKE tried to bite me. (he had my attention now) Sure enough, this tiny little snake was curled up at Mammy’s front door. And let me tell you, this snake was pissed. For such a small little thing, it had the attitude of a pit viper in an anaconda’s body. Of course, that all ended when Mammy chopped it’s little head off. Whatever you do...don’t mess with Mammy’s babies.