Today I am tired.  Warren has been waking up at 6am the past couple of mornings, not that that is super early, but it strains me emotionally to think about the lost 45 minutes of sleep. Warren also likes to do naughty things and then say "sare-wee" in such a cute way that I worry he might be able to get away with whatever he wants for the rest of his life.

Could you say "no" to those eyes?

Just some pics of some cute girls, I would like to squeeze:)

Goin to Town

We weaned our calves a couple weeks ago and John conveniently put them in the pasture in front of our house.  The grass is green and lush and whenever we look out the windows we get to see something similar to this delightful little view….. 

Unfortunately this also means that if I desire to leave my house I must get in the car, drive, stop, get out of the car, open a gate, get back in the car, drive, stop, get out of the car, shut the gate, get back in the car, drive, stop, get out of the car, open another gate, get back in the car, drive, stop, get out of the car, shut the gate, and then get back in the car and drive to where ever the heck I’m going.  Only to do it all over again when I come back home.  That is why, my friends Rishelle, even when my fridge looks like this….

Okay I was too ashamed to show this picture.  But just imagine in your minds if you will a very sad and gloomy fridge where milk, juice, or any edible food is absent.

….We  I choose to stay home. And when my kids are hungry and they are pleading and demanding for just a little chocolate milk and a morsel of bread I tell them when they are big enough to open the gates we will go to town and we will eat and we will be merry.  But until then they will get water with perhaps a little food coloring if they behave and some old stale graham crackers to dip in it.

After a short, but rather unruly protest they head back outside to do this…..



Build what I can only assume is a little guys rollercoaster ride, just dreaming of another life.



Gather random objects and stash them away preparing for worse times ahead.



This actually might be an attempt at milking the dog.



 Get in the car kids.  We’re going to town.

Perhaps this blog would  more aptly be titled Desperate Housewives, but considering I have never seen more than half an episode of either show....it was a hard call to make.

Today the weather was beautiful here in H* town and it made me want to be doing this:

This is not me. 

It's my sista sista from anotha mista. Okay, only half of that was true.  We have the same "mista".

That's him. He's pretty awesome.  He's a cowboy..a real one.

And that might be a younger, thinner, version of me.  

I'm not really sure though.  I don't remember eating that meal and I usually remember everything I eat, because I think about it a lot...a lot.

Or maybe it's Lacy..is that you Lace?