Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Coming Home

Today was Kona’s two year anniversary of finding us.  Her “Coming Home Birthday”.

Remember when we brought her home?


She was so skinny  and everyone said she’d lose her sweet personality as soon as she had the energy to be snotty.


Then she colicked within 24 hours and the vet wasn’t sure she’d make it.


I was afraid to let myself get attached.

Mom and I walked her all through the night… in a pounding rainstorm with flashlights.  I couldn’t help getting attached… and I wanted desperately for her to live.


You already know the end… she made it and showed what amazing heart she has.

Just TEN days after bringing her home.   The difference was shocking.


She dove into the field of grass like eating was going out of style.

That’s my kind of girl.


Oy… we fell in love…


…and were soon getting into all kinds of trouble together.


..and quickly did away with that dumb bareback pad and decided that dirt covered butts were a badge of honor.


We watched everyone else fall in love too…





Even Mr. Daddy… though he was pretty darn peeved at having to squeeze himself into that 14” saddle ;)



And just a few months later – she was fat and daresay a bit sassy.


(Yes, that’s a sheep behind her)


All the while… she kept her nose in that field and made up for lost time.

And even birds became her buddies.



You and me need to have a little conversation, missy.


See, you do your business over THERE, and I won’t need a bulldozer to clean up after ya.



There are times Kona wandered over to the fence to share some apples.



There are times I wandered over to the fence to share some quiet moments.



And golly does this girl have a sense of humor… sticking her tongue out at me every chance she gets!



What do you MEAN I can’t come inside?



Today was rough.

An abscess in her hoof caused her much pain.  While flinching and trembling, she allowed me to poke and prod at the source of her pain.  And when it was over, she proved again that she had not lost her sweet self, even two years (and much food) later.

She looked at me with those trusting eyes, and I felt wholly undeserving.


We love you Kona.  Happy 2nd Coming Home Birthday!

Monday, September 28, 2009

True Story Tuesday by Mr. Daddy

Time for True Story Tuesday, where you can link up your amazing, hilarious, outrageous and (mostly) true stories!  We love reading your stories each week  - so grab the button off the right sidebar and join the linky love! :)


One Upmanship

On a previous job, in a time far, far away. At least half of the shift was devoted to either the giving of a hard time practical joke, or the paying back of said joke...

There was a time I remember when one of my co-workers had filled an empty 20/10 bottle with water, and through a hole we had in the wall, totally soaked my back with warm water. The hole was there to pass a oxy-acetylene torch through to weld up the exhausts systems and fenders on crew buses and pickups, not for his entertainment in soaking me to the bone; and I'm quite certain,  not for my use as a means of vengeful retaliation...

Well I didn't think that getting soak to the bone while totally unaware was as funny as every one else did...

So I quite naturally had to think of something far more entertaining... RIGHT????

Well here is the disclaimer: This foolish stunt was done by a professional... PLEASE DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME...

If you take a 3 or 4 inch pipe about 2 or 3 feet long - weld a plate on one end, then drill a hole just big enough for the torch tip to fit in the plate.

Take the oxy-acetylene, light it and neutralize the flame, snuff it out, place the tip in the hole and just hold there for a second or two... (trust me on this, not.a.second.longer), pull the torch out, light it and then put it back into the hole...

You can trust me on this also, you won't make it all the way back to the hole before all heck will break loose...

Just a brief synopsis of how unstable acetylene is:  They never want you to use more than 5 to 7 pounds of pressure when cutting metal.  I have cut up to 2 inch thick metal and never had to use more than that.  If you are using a mega heating tip and need more that 15 pounds of pressure, they recommend you manifolding tanks and supplying more volume that way, cause over 30 pounds pressure it has the potential to self ignite. (not a good thing at all).

In an average sized room with just 2% acetylene and with the conditions just right, (humidity, oxygen content in room) you could wave your hand and the static electricity could set it off - and there would not likely be enough left of you to fill a very big container... (very nasty stuff if not handled properly)

Well, I had just filled my little canon of payback with about a 50/50 mix of acetylene and some pretty juiced up oxygen... and the heck with depending on static electricity -  I fired it with a little more of the same...

I waited for the perp to leave the pickup room, to get something from the stockroom so he wouldn't hear my preparations (making the hole in the wall big enough for my canon of payback).

The pickup room was about 25 feet wide and 35 feet long... when I saw him go back in I gave him a few minutes to settle in, then I fired up my torch, neutralized the flame, snuffed it out, placed in the hole...

Looking back on it I might have left it just a nano second too long, cause when I fired it up and torched it off........

WELLLLLLLLLLL!!!!! lets just say for the record, I might have gave it just a tad too much acetylene....

The BoooooooMMMMmmmmm was about 10 times more than I expected and the concussion blew dust out of every nook and cranny in that room, and I actually blew some window panes out of the window on the other side of the shop...

In my defense, the room probably hadn't had a proper cleaning in at least 8 or 10 years, and the windows, were pretty old and fragile..

The perp? Well when I got the door open, the air was filled with dust and floating debris, and he was sitting on the floor with the BEST deer in the head light look that I had ever seen... mumbling something about what the HELL just happened...?

I helped him up and asked what happened, he pointed to his ears, shook his head, and said HUH?
I mouthed very slowly, WHAT DID YOU DO???

With a vacant look in his eyes he just shook his head, and mumble something about too much gas in the muffler and pre-ignition....

I just nodded and shook my head in agreement..

I managed to squeak out almost 24 years of employment there. If I would of fessed up I am almost positive that I would not have lasted a day over 4 or 5...

And then there was the time....

But that is for another TST...


Come on... everyone's nearly blown up their workplace before, right?  I bet you have lots of great stories begging to be shared.  Share your old or new link and we'll come by to visit!

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Not Me Monday!

Yeesh – the weekend went by too fast.

I am not sitting here fighting that lovely “am-I-going-to-throw-up?” feeling and wondering if my coworker was a bit overly generous with her illness.


And to follow up that lovely tidbit – Mr. Daddy did not inspire our first experience of hate mail with his Letters of Intent post.  Somehow, I can hear Julie laughing from several states away… which, y’know is kinda amazing considering the hearing loss and all ;)


In case you missed it, my son did NOT think this would be a quite delicious substitute for the chocolate milk he was too impatient to wait for.

No, that is not hazelnut coffee creamer in his hands, nor is it a hazelnut coffee creamer moustache on his lip and chin.  Nor did he find it so disgusting that he pitched a royal fit when I asked him to pose next to it for a photo op.

Maybe next time he’ll wait for the chocolate milk…


Aren’t y’all loving Itty Bit’s blue streaked duckbill haircut?  I adore the children’s salon he goes to… but not so much that I would be desperate enough to get my own hair cut there to save time.  No way… not (ahem) again


I did not bawl my way through The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.


After the last naptime fiasco of Itty Bit gleefully redecorating the bathroom with wet toilet paper… it was not me who foolishly thought I was exempt from such misbehavior the next day.  And of course, I was not the dumfounded mother who checked on the kiddo 10 minutes later to find a massive mess of soaked sheets and Itty Bit.  Cuz my kid wouldn’t swipe his momma’s water bottle from the nightstand and douse himself and everything in sight with it.  Nuh-uh.


Oh yeah… and the next naptime did not result in this:

I am not terrified of what this kid is going to be like in grade school…


I am not terrified of what his momma’s figure is going to be like when he's in grade school…



I am not terrified of naptime.


Okay… I’m too embarrassed to go on.  Please check out the other links at My Charming Kids… I’m sure I’ll feel more normal then.  Right?  Right???

Saturday, September 26, 2009

SOOC = Straight Out Of the Camera

It’s been a rough evening.

On the way home from a Tiny Thing’s birthday party, there were four rigs left at an accident clean-up.  A mangled motorcycle on the train tracks and members of our own agency investigating and taking pictures.
It was sobering to be sure.  It reminded me of what I’d read on another blog some time ago…

“You are only one phone call away from your life changing forever.”

Most likely someone’s life will be changing forever with a phone call tonight.
So I’m choosing to focus on what I’m grateful for tonight.

Even if it is something as silly as having to clean up a mess tonight.  All because the little one wanted “chocolate milk” and is now strong enough to muscle open the refrigerator door.

It’s a woeful quality photo to be sure, but was a moment worth capturing on this bittersweet night.

Please join Melody from Slurping Life for more SOOC shots.  And have yourself a safe and happy weekend.
Slurping Life

Friday, September 25, 2009

Letters of Intent - by Mr. Daddy

Another Arrogant American

Dear Sir,

Just thought that I would drop you a line, and ask how all those hopey changie feelie things were working out for you???

I am quite certain that none of what I have seen come out of Washington D.C. lately has stirred anything but contempt and disdain for me lately...

What is up with canceling the day of prayer at the white house this year??? "O" yea I forgot. YOU don't think that we are a Christian nation anymore, and we sure wouldn't want to offend anybody in our own nation's capitol now would we????

So yea, go ahead and invite the Muslims to spread their little prayer towels on the north lawn on Sept 25, 2009 and bow their little hearts out, I'm sure no one in America will mind or be offended...

I'm not sure where the intelligence and integrity of the previous democratic presidents went. Men that stood up for what was right and good, men that said it like it was....

'One man with courage makes a majority.'
Andrew Jackson

'The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.'
Franklin D. Roosevelt

'The buck stops here.'
- Harry S. Truman

'Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.'

- John F. Kennedy

Then comes the stupidity that we are so used to from Capitol Hill now

'It depends what your definition of 'Sex' is?''

-Bill Clinton

'That Obama - I would like to cut his NUTS off.'

-Jesse Jackson

'Those rumors are false .... I believe in the sanctity of marriage.'
-John Edwards

'I invented the Internet'

-Al Gore

'The next Person that tells me I'm not religious,I'm going to shove my rosary beads up their ASS.'

-Joe Biden

' America is--is no longer, uh, what it--it, uh, could be, uh, what it was once was....uh, and I say to myself, 'uh, I don't want that future, uh, uh for my children.'

-Barack Obama

'I have campaigned in all 57 states.

-Barack Obama (Quoted 2008)

'You don't need God anymore, you have us Democrats.'

-Nancy Pelosi (Quoted 2006)

'Paying taxes is voluntary.'

-Sen. Harry Reid

'Bill is the greatest husband and father I know. No one is more faithful, true, and honest than he.'

-Hillary Clinton (Quoted 1998)
(I think maybe she didn't know Bill's definition of sex either)


But you got to hand it to the Duke, he really says it like it is...

''Life's tough ........ it's even tougher if you're stupid.'' -- John Wayne

(you just gotta love the Duke)!!!!

So you see Mr. President I am not totally sure of the arrogance of the American people that you spoke of to the European Nations.

It is one thing to be arrogant but totally another to be ignorant, and that is ignorant of the pride that it is to be an American, a Patriot, a flag-waving, stand-at-attention-with-your-hand-over-your-heart-or-saluting American when the national anthem is being played, or feeling the reverence and pride while reciting the Pledge of Allegiance.

I guess maybe you missed that lesson in Kenya, and while attending school in Indonesia... Cause I'm thinking that if you would have spent any time at all in Hawaii, you would know what it is to be proud to be an American… Why not declassify all those records? I mean hey what is there to hide, really???
And your health care bill? I’m sorry but I don’t have enough years in college to buy into the stupidity that is being foisted on the American public with that piece of crap bill.

And that Bad Boy Joe Wilson, the nerve of the cad to call you a liar. Well at least about that issue you didn’t have to hedge on the truth, did you? You want to give amnesty to and legalize all 2 million or so illegal aliens, so there will not really be a need to give any money from the bill to them.

How clever of you liberals to even put language in the bill. Section 246 of that bill, titled “NO FEDRAL PAYMENT FOR UNDOCUMENTED ALEINS” states nothing in this subtitle shall allow Federal payments for affordability credits on behalf of individuals who are not lawfully present in the United States..

Your own quote to the congress states: ““There are also those who claim that our reform effort will insure illegal immigrants. This, too, is false – the reforms I’m proposing would not apply to those who are here illegally.”

I guess my question would be how long after you push through this piece of crap legislation will it take to legalize all these illegal people???

I remember President Reagan stating a speech one time..” Now back in 1927 an American socialist, Norman Thomas, six times candidate for president on the Socialist Party ticket, said the American people would never vote for socialism. But he said under the name of liberalism the American people will adopt every fragment of the socialist program.

Seems as if he was quite a visionary….

James Madison clear back in 1788, speaking to the Virginia Convention said: “Since the general civilization of mankind, I believe there are more instances of the abridgment of the freedom of the people by gradual and silent encroachment of those in power, than by violent and sudden usurpations.”

I think in conclusion dear sir that you should really start listening to the voice of the people, and learn to be a little more patriotic and take a lot more pride in being an American..

Have a nice day.


Just another Arrogant American


Thanks to Julie at Foursons for the Letters of Intent link.  Check out this week's (since it still is technically Friday here...)


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I Heart Faces - Candid Week

I have really missed I Heart Faces.

Sometimes it's because I don't have anything for the theme.  Other times the deadline sneaks up on me...

I have loved seeing this week's entries for the Candid theme.  Everyone has a different perspective and it's been so fun to see the images they chose.

Our friends will recognize this picture from an unseasonably warm day this spring.  The cousins got together and essentially trashed the yard with any and every outdoor toy.  But it seems that Aunt Ju and Doc were the best entertainment of all.

I love the chaos of this picture.  The yard strewn with toys, Itty Bit's shrieks as his aunt tickles him, and May-May's giggles as even the pup gets in on the fun. Definitely a happy day.


Please check out everyone else's great candid shots this week!

Monday, September 21, 2009

True Story Tuesday

Happy Tuesday y’all!  That is… True Story Tuesday.  In which we beg of you to share your own amazing, hilarious, outrageous, miraculous, and (mostly) true stories.  Just grab the code from the button on the right sidebar and share your link to your old or new True Story… we promise you some linky love :)


So… this True Story Tuesday is brought to you courtesy of Itty Bit, just 20 minutes ago.  Unfortunately, not quite enough time has lapsed for it to be anything near hilarious to me right now.


The prior evening, Mr. Daddy had kindly fed Itty Bit.


Yes, about that many peaches all sliced up in a big bowl.

Much after-the-fact, he asks, "”will those give him the toots?”


The Scene:

It is naptime the next day at the Redneck Residence and Rach is going it alone.

Itty Bit is not interested in a bit of shut-eye.  At.all.

After a story or two, some warm chocolate milk, lots of kisses, and getting tucked in – his momma turns the light off and tiptoes out.


The Foreboding:

It’s quiet.  But then again, it’s always quiet to a deaf chick, right?  Figuring the kid has to be wiped out from staying up late the night before, Rach tries to catch up with emails.

The kiddo wouldn’t dream of getting out of bed, right?


The Discovery:

After feeling an odd thump coming from the floor of the bedroom, Momma decides to investigate.


That thumping is coming from around the doorway, and a light is on in the bathroom.

Instant Panic.


The Damage:

Momma runs into the bathroom and startles a very guilty looking Itty Bit.

After an instantaneous check for severed or bleeding limbs or ingested foreign objects, she realizes that things look a bit…well, different.

I will admit that this is not my picture.  I am too embarrassed to actually take a picture.


And my sincerest apologies to whomever did have to clean up that mess.

So just imagine… toilet paper EVERYWHERE.  The toilet paper roll is empty, its contents spread across the bathroom.

Only, it’s not nice and fluffy.  Oh no…

It’s sopping wet.

And stuck in gobs to the floors, to the walls, to the cabinets, to the windowsill.

And the best part… he didn’t add the decorative touches with water from the sink.

Yeah… the huge overflowing mess in the toilet tells me exactly what his source was.


The Bonus:

You’d think that would be enough, eh?  Course not.

There stands my kid, with a razor sharp pair of mustache trimmers in one hand, and a toothbrush in the other.

Not just any toothbrush.

Mommy’s toothbrush!” he gleefully exclaims as he hands the WET toothbrush to me.

Ohmygosh honey, what did you do?  What did you get into?!?!”

He looks on proudly as I take in Mr. Daddy’s emptied travel toiletries, the open can of shaving cream, the now empty tube of toothpaste.

He then looks me square in the eye and says, “GOTTA POOP”

And golly, you know when they say it like that, it’s just too late.


Sure ‘nuf Mr. Daddy – a case full of peaches for dinner might give a kid the toots.  You’re just lucky you weren’t around to enjoy it.


Never fear… my hands are actually raw from all the sanitizing I’ve done.


I know I’m not the only one with a kid who knows how to make a legendary mess.  What’s your story? :)

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Not Me Monday - Hunting Edition II

It has been a nutso past week.

Bow season for hunting elk is finally over and I have a couple days before the start of somewhere someone needing to sneak up on something with some kind of weapon.

Having a hunting crew hanging out at our place was totally copacetic.  No crazy stuff happened.  Nuh-uh.

I didn’t catch Itty Bit inhaling any and every thing BOY this past week.  To the point of stealing cot space with his godfather and camo buddy.


And those boys (Mr. Volcom to you ladies from the comment section) did not let the kiddo stay up waaaay past his bedtime at basecamp and teach him all kinds of dirty tricks like silly string.


My sweet and thoughtful husband did not repeatedly enter the WOMAN domain (aka: THE HOUSE) repeatedly while forgetting to remove the stench-filled elk pee container attached to his hat.  His deaf-wife-whose-nose-works-extra-good did not remind him IMMEDIATELY of his offense.  To the point that it scared the other hunters into fearing for their safety if they followed suit.


Aaaaand… if you read the first Hunting Edition, you’ll know that it was not me who had an unfortunate Mommy Brain moment and walked into the kitchen for coffee before realizing that it was NOT my husband standing there, and I was NOT appropriately dressed.

Remember how your teacher would tell you to just imagine your audience in their underwear?  Well, I would get the giggles every time.  Take a look at this picture and tell me who you think did NOT see me in my skivvies?

Yeah, I thought so.


And GOOD LAWD, you ladies had me cracking up with the comments on that last post… see why we have the best bloggy friends around???


Go check out My Charming Kids for more!

Saturday, September 19, 2009

SOOC Saturday - Friends Old and New

"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend.
- Albert Camus

Moments like these don’t need any editing.
Join Melody at Slurping Life for more Straight Out Of the Camera shots.
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Friday, September 18, 2009

Questions, Answers, and a Winner, Oh My!

Sorry this took so long… as I was tallying them up, more entries kept rolling in!  And since it was technically still Friday…

I am so pumped about all the great questions you guys asked.  And thanks for not making me feel like a junior-high outcast.  Yes Liz, I really was one of those mini-sized dorks that they actually locked in the half-size lockers!

A few answers – and more to come – and of course our WINNER!


SimplyValorie asked:  What kind of camera do you use? Also, do you have a favorite picture you've taken *ever*?

Rachel: I got a Canon XSi for Christmas and am embarrassed to admit that we’ve already taken over 10,000 photos. (I know, that equates to something like 37.03 pictures a day, but I’m learning! :)

My favorite picture ever? Well it wasn’t set up correctly, all the settings were off, and it was taken with a teeny tiny digital camera. But the timing was perfect.


See, I caught the one and only photo of our sweet Baby Gracie with her eyes open. It was during a mad dash by the medical staff to rush her to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. We treasure this image of my sister’s little girl. Which proves it doesn’t have to be professional to be special to you.


Kmama asked:  You take some excellent photos. Is it a hobby or do you have formal training?

Rachel:  Aww, thank you!  Like I mentioned… after 10,000 shots, you oughta have a couple decent ones, right?  It’s totally a hobby, but I would love to take some classes and get some more lenses (a 50mm f/1.4… cough cough… in case anyone’s stuck for a Christmas present).

And the more photos I take, the more I realize just how much can be done in the processing.  I’m working on pictures that I would have considered beyond saving before. Definitely learning and it helps to have friends like Dana who aren’t stingy with advice!


He & Me + 3 asked:  What type of camera are you shooting with & what are you using to edit your pictures?

Rachel:  Canon Rebel XSi (I know, “Nikon Stacy” is shaking her head in disapproval), and I use Microsoft Digital Editor Pro – which I don’t even think is available anymore, ha ha.  But I have a healthy fear of Photoshop (the technical terms and the price tag).


momof3darlings asked:  So, when are you going to have that girl? ;) Yes, you need a girl. Soon.

Rachel: Umm. Ahem. I think this is a question for you, dear. As if y’all didn’t already know I have baby fever in a baaaaad way. Thanks in no small part to Dana’s photographs!


Kameron asked: I know Itty Bitty was a miracle kiddo so would you want to try to have another one or would you ever consider adopting instead? Just wondering!

Rachel:  I’m firmly convinced that we could have another child if it were God’s will.  I would loooove to give Itty Bit a sibling.  Mr. Daddy’s excuse is that he’s (ahem) too old.  I’ve always wanted to adopt, so that would definitely not be out of the picture for me.  Just a matter of both us parents being on the same page.

(And for crying out loud… would somebody please tell the man that he’s not too old?  I mean, he’s got a 3-year old, so what’s the difference? :)


Emily asked:  Ok, I have one more question. Are you and Mr. Daddy as hilarious together in person as you appear to be on your blog?

Rachel:  Are you serious?  I hyperventilate when I think of meeting bloggy friends in real life.  Cuz I know that I’m not nearly as funny as I try to be on the blog.  It’s just that crazy stuff happens to us and y’all are kind enough to come along for the ride.

And actually, Mr. Daddy is every bit as hilarious in real life as he is on the blog.


Foursons asked:  How has your blogging changed in the last 3 years?

Rachel:  I started the blog to post updates on Itty Bit for family.  I still have to pinch myself to see how close we are to 100 followers and how many hits/comments we receive.  I love the community you guys have created and yes… I’ve definitely been more inspired to write about a lot more than Itty Bit.  And somehow, I think a bunch of you only stick around to laugh at our embarrassing stuff ;)


K asked:  What do you indulge on ?

Rachel:  Oy!  My guilty pleasure is Tim’s Cascade Jalapeno chips and Mountain Dew.  But for some Mommy Time – I head outside and hop on Kona for a bareback ride.

Mr. Daddy:  Elk bugling, Itty Bit and all things testosterone-laden.


shmode asked:  This one is for Mr.Daddy, do you hunt anything else besides elk?

Mr. Daddy:  Deer, bear, grouse, and a coyote or two… I’ve hunted ducks and pheasants before.  And I’ve been known to deal with moles in my own redneck way…



Mom Of Many asked:  Dw & I just have one question, and only one...
We are certain that between Mr. Daddy and you there would be a real good smart butt answer..
Exactly how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Rachel & Mr. Daddy:  Depends… up here they have all kinds of EPA rules about lumber – so the woodchuck would chuck as much woodchuck as he could chuck if he did it in the dead of the night.  And if he didn’t end up on Mr. Daddy’s hunting list…


Pam D asked:  Also, do you shop around for best prices on the little blue pill, or just get it at your regular pharmacy?

Rachel:  Ahem.  Guess I brought this on by saying “gimme your best shot” LOL.  I figure marrying a younger chick keeps you young, right?  And the only little blue pill this guy takes is Aleve for his aching back after pretending he’s 20 years old and hiking out for 10 miles after an elk that turns out to be his best friend.  And no… he’s not best friends with an elk.

And Mr. Daddy wants to know why you know so much about a little blue pill?


Melissa asked:  Do you work?

Rachel & Mr. Daddy:  We both work for the same law enforcement agency.  Rach works half days and is able to work the rest from home.  I’m guessing we’re the only people allowed to kiss eachother goodbye in the workplace :)


Tina asked:  How do you keep up with your blog? What time do you blog normally, and do you set aside a certain time of day for posting, catching up on other blogs, etc.?

Rachel:  I’ve been pretty hit-and-miss the last couple of months.  It’s easier for me to blog in the evenings when Mr. Daddy is home.  I try hard to keep up with commenting on y’all’s blogs (there’s that double apostrophe again!), so it can mean I post less.  I usually try to join Melody’s SOOC Saturday, and pound out a True Story Tuesday.  But I have sorely missed iHeartFaces lately.  hoping to squeeze in Julie’s Letters of Intent and that would keep us somewhat bloggy regular, right? :)


Brandi asked:  I would like to know if you have any hobbies (aside from blogging)?

Rachel:  I danced with a classical ballet company for a number of years and still miss it.  Mr. Daddy is mortified that Itty Bit has taken to imitating me as I dance around the house.  And one of these days I’ll actually get to do some jumping with that smart horse of mine…

Mr. Daddy:  Shooting guns and watching my wife’s misfortune with guns.  Taking pictures of her booty (Rach:  OMGosh… I cannot believe my husband just said that).  Riding my quad, fishing, and reading.  Your everday redneck life.


JenniferNe asked:  What is your all time favorite movie?

Rachel & Mr. Daddy:  PRINCESS BRIDE.  Can there be any other?



Lisa asked:  So, my first set of questions are for Mr. Daddy.  How does it make you feel to have all kinds of strange women calling you hottie and Magnum and such?

Mr. Daddy:  I guess  I would have to say that it makes me feel pretty good, but then I have to wonder about the judgment of  and eye sight of all you wonderful females out there in bloggy land…cause I have never thought of myself as that Hot!!!! LOL

Rachel:  Ladies, he’s been downright crowing over the compliments being bestowed up on him!


Lisa asked:  Now for Rachel's questions.  How did you get to be so nice? lol You have a lot of followers and such, and you seem to have a good rapport with most of the active ones, from what I can tell.

Rachel:  (Guffawing).  Honestly chica, I don’t know that I’m always such a nice  person, but at least I know better than to tick off a bloggy friend.  Evidence below:



(and I think the great rapport is because all of YOU are so nice!)


Mr. and Mrs. Nurse Boy asked:  I want to know whose idea was the blog? And, was it easy or natural for the other one to join in?

Rachel:  I’m the one who started it… with just a couple of comments every now & then from people I knew in real life.  When I added more about what insane stuff happened in our day-to-day life, I noticed that people seemed to relate (and heck, it made me feel better about myself!)

I’m not gonna lie… It was like PULLING TEETH to talk Mr. Daddy into posting at first.


But come on… the story practically wrote itself, buttcrackand he was just dying to tell his side.  And he discovered a knack and an audience.  Now he gets more comments than me… go figure :)


And the part y’all suffered through all that to get to…

The winner of the Courage t-shirt from AmyB’s fundraiser for her son is…


Which cracks me up because she’d already gracefully bowed out saying that shipping to Canada would be outrageous.  I am happy to send it to you, my Canadian friend!

Thanks to y’all for playing along and not making me feel dumb.  Rest of the answers to come soon… you guys asked some great ones!

And please keep AmyB and Philip in your prayers.  Goodnight y’all!

Going Once...

Hey Y'all!

The giveaway ends tonight.

I've got a 5:30 meeting in a bit (I'm excited to share about it soon), then will post the winner afterwards.

So you've got a couple more hours to think up some crazy questions.  Cuz you know... there's nothing more we love to do than embarrass ourselves on here ;)

So head on over and see what you can win!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

What a trip!

Down memory lane, that is.

It hardly seems like three years of blogging. I never expected it to become such a way to connect, or such a daily part of my life. I never expected friends to say something, then wonder aloud if it would show up on the blog. Or for my family to warn me, "that better not end up on your blog!"

Or for me to ask my kiddo to hold that pose one more second, so I could snap a picture for the blog... despite (or because of) him being covered in Sharpie, sticking his finger in his nose, or doing something that screams “PARENT FAIL”.

I went back to see what we'd been up to over the years at this time - and here's what the little guy was doing:

2006:  First year at the fair – as you can see, he was loving it.IMG_0874


2007:  Wanting to be like Daddy in every way.  Discovering camo.IMG_4648


2008:  Discovering a taste for coffee.  Naptime will never be the same.



2009:  Oh, that fair thing is actually kinda fun :)


Kiddo… I have no idea how you pull of that cuteness while needing a bath, but I’m so glad you’re OUR little dirt-covered munchkin.


Thanks for joining along.  Please check out the giveaway in support of our friend Amy’s son.  Remember, every question is an entry, unless of course you already know TOO MUCH about us already, ha.  Please oh please, don’t make me shamelessly beg ;)  Ends tomorrow!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Happy Anniversary to Us - UPDATED

*UPDATED to add that the contest closes Friday night - I was all the way to work before I started kicking myself for forgetting to mention it :)*

Blogoversary that is.

Would you believe it's been such a crazy few weeks with this nutso computer that I actually forgot that we'd breezed right past our 3-year mark?
(But hey, that's better than a certain unnamed someone who remembered at 9pm tonight that it was his mother's birthday last week, right?)

Well, I'm nothing if not efficient... right? So I thought it would be fun to mix it up a bit.

Of course there's a giveaway at the end of this... and it'll be worth the read :)

Just a disclaimer here... I AM NOT COPYING.
That is just for you, Brandi and Julie.

I've been wanting to do one of those "Ask Me Anything" posts for forever. But my junior high fear of "gee, what if no one asks anything cuz they all think I'm a dork" kinda put the kibitz on that.

I know y'all are a bunch of funny and creative bloggy friends - so hit me with your best shot. Or make that shotS. Every question is an entry - and leave a separate one telling me if you're a follower :)

Can't wait to see what you guys come up with.
Oh... and what you can win?

Well this is the super-cool part.
I've been bloggy buddies with Amy for awhile, and she has touched my heart with her posts many times. She is a mom who loves her family and loves God. We are praying for a miracle for the health of her family.

Her son Philip is a miracle child - and we are especially familiar with that. He has faced many things in his life already - and is in an especially rough chapter right now.

Amy has her own health issues and is undergoing treatment to kick its butt. She is caring for Philip like I know we all would for our kids - and is raising funds for medical costs.

She's teaming up with Live Life Solid Company to sell t-shirts that especially fit Philip's story.

One of you will win your size in this shirt. How cool is that?

Yeah, it's a multi-tasking post:

Happy Blogoversary to a forgetful blogger

Please make me feel like I'm not the last kid picked for kickball and ask me some questions

And be part of a great giveaway to help raise money for a family who can use your prayers.

Oh and ahem... Please don't hesitate to ask Mr. Daddy stuff too. I know there must be some burning questions on your mind about my Magnum P.I. hottie, right? (Right Lisa? Cuz you know I couldn't just leave it alone after your last comment. tee hee. Love ya)

Monday, September 14, 2009

True Story Tuesday by Mr. Daddy

Yeah! It's time for True Story Tuesday and it's Mr. Daddy's turn. (Rach is out on the other end of the house trying to escape the lovely scent of elk pee. Isn't it charming?)

Y'all know the rules - link back to your new or old post of something hilarious, amazing, outrageous, miraculous and (mostly) true that happened to you! Grab the code from the right sidebar and play along - we'd love to send you some linky love.



This is a story that happened a few years ago, (and no Pam D., I am not talking light years).

But I am talking long enough back that the details are kinda hazy at best, I think it was my freshman year of high school...

I gotta admit to being a precocious little guy, and the description of a Good Time Charlie would probably fit me well. Academics were never a problem, but not also a strong point. More due to lack of interest than ability. And anyway to get an easy A for the day was a prime objective...(and believe me I was a master at creating opportunities).

Looking back I must admit to being no different than any other maturing young red-blooded single-minded budding young male...

But as far as this story goes, I gotta tell ya that I was totally innocent.....REALLY I was!!!!!

To set the storyline, we had a rookie teacher for one of my mandatory classes.

And she was a looker... Miniskirts were all the rage!!!! and Baby "O" Baby did she have legs...

(Sorry DEAR)

(Rach in: No problem DEAR, you can keep your miniskirt teacher as long as you quit teasing me about unintentionally mooning your hunting buddy... that is ALL YOUR FAULT).

Now she wore miniskirts so short that my saintly mother, (who drove school bus) quoted a poem that I will never forget, as I was so shocked to hear my dear Christian mother say it...

It went like this...

"If these skirts get any shorter.
and the wind misbehaves....
there will be two more cheeks to powder.
and one more place to shave.."

Can you imagine how embarrassed I was to hear my dear Godly mother say that????

(Rach in: *snort* Picture Billy Graham's wife saying this and you'll understand why it is so darn funny)

Well, as embarrassing as it was it was a very accurate assessment of the situation...

Being the precocious fun-loving, (good grade for the day looking) guy that I was,,,,,,

of course my seat (assigned, not chosen I must admit), was right up front, where she could keep those big baby blues right on me... As I walked into class I noticed the garbage can was right at the front edge of her desk.

Now at that age, the only other thing to a walking hormone with legs would be interested in would be basketball. Am I not right? And I was consumed with the game...

Anything with a rim that could imitate a basket would suffice, if I could find any thing that would take the place of the ball. And I had a whole note book of paper that would fit the bill nicely... thank you very much!!!!!

The idea blossomed pretty much all on its own from that point on...

Miss Nice Legs With the Big Baby Blues walked into class at the ring of the bell. And I just went for it...

Hey!!! What do you say that if I can hit the trash can from here with by paper ball, I get an A for the day??? and the bidding went from there...

Her: That's way too easy I have seen you shooting around in the gym. (looking back I realize this chick was smooth)

Me: Well how far out does it need to be for an A??? ( I was pretty confident in my long shot)

Her: How bout here? ( as she moves it a little ways away).

Me: You sure that is worth an A? (me being dumb and cocky)

Her: Well how 'bout here? As she moves it around the corner of her desk out of my line of sight, and sits down... (Dang college education).

Me: (still in the game but way behind on points) If I can pull off that shot it ought to be worth an A for the week...

Her: If you can pull off that shot, Yep I will give you an A for the week... (forgetting about my Yankee ingenuity).

Me: An A for the week? You are on...

Her desk had a front on it but it did not go all the way to the floor just far enough for her modesty's sake. And me being young and my mind totally on the game, was not thinking about a cheap peek at all....

(Rach in: AHEM)

I just needed some spacial relationship of the can to the edge of the desk corner, a little mental computation, and a whole lot of arch on my shot and I would be homework free for the week...

As I leaned down to look under the desk, searching for the placement of the nefarious garbage can, the classroom went to a total hush... still doing the mental calculations, for windage and distance, the thought did occur to me "what the heck is going on"???

As I sat back up it became patently clear what was going through Miss Nice Legs With the Big Baby Blue's mind...

I know that I could have made that shot!!!!!

But not from the principal's office....


(Rach in:
OUCH... this oughta remind you of some great TST material from your own school days, right? I'm sure Mr. Daddy wasn't the only charmer that got busted in a noteworthy fashion :)

So link up - and stay tuned for a very special giveaway coming up tomorrow. Hint here!