Spring in the Texas Hill Country

The weather has been glorious for the past couple of weeks - we've had some rain and we've had some sunshine. Today has been a beautiful 71 degrees with a dreamy azure blue sky, just a few wispy clouds here and there.

You can definitely tell that spring has sprung in these parts: bluebonnets are a-bloomin and babies are poppin out all over the place!

The New Family Jackass

Nope, I'm not referring to my brother's ex-wife or a bitchy stepmother or the uncle who drinks himself into oblivion at family gatherings. I'm happy to introduce our newly adopted donkey named Peso (pronounced "pizza" by my 2 year-old).


I don't know how much experience any of you have with donkeys but this lil guy is a sweetie pie! He has gotten to where he follows me where ever I go when I am outside with him. It might have something to do with the fact that I always give him a treat (sweet oats or an apple) but then again, he could just like me because he knows I'm an animal lover and he's a pet now. Not livestock, not for working (well, he does sorta have a part time job chewing down the grass on our 10 acres) - he is now living a life of leisure at Casa de Low aka Muddy Feet Farms.

Although Peso and Hank (the Cowdog) do not exactly see eye to eye at the present time, we are hopeful that they will be able to work out their differences in the near future. ('Cause Peso could seriously whoop some Cowdog butt!)

Now if I can talk Hubby into some guinea hens (great for eating deer ticks and Texas fire ants) and some goats! yeeeee-HAW!

Shout out for - - - BIG BEAR'S BIRTHDAY!

The big 2 (as in two) isn't actually today - it's tomorrow, but we will be at the San Antonio Zoo (pronounced "doo" according to the Bear) and I more than likely will not make it to posting anything before Saturday so I wanted to give him his birthday props today.

DANG! he's cute, huh?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIG BEAR!!

"For this child we prayed and the Lord hath given us our petition." - - 1 Samuel 1:27

$148 Sandwich, My A$$ !!!

Thanks! from all the starving children in the world:

mindboggling

*sigh* - - I am so getting old . . .

There I was thinking I am so hip and with it, heck, I have a blog! That counts for major hipness points, right?

Wrong.

Apparently the younger generation sees us text bloggers as a bunch of old farts. If we really wanted to be cool, we would be out there on myspace. Y'know, where they post pictures and have personalized wallpaper and their "anthem" tunes loop while you surf their sites.

PUH-leeeeez. Let's see how "cool" and "hip" they are when they have a mortgage, two car payments, kids' school activities, holidays with in-laws, etc. etc. etc. Bet those myspace spots won't be getting updated every 20 minutes then!

BOOGER! BOOGER! BOOGER!

Although I don't know how successful I will be, I am going to try to clean up my language a bit. (I am a church secretary, after all!) The reason being that it has been pointed out to me that I say "crap" a lot. Apparently "crap" is offensive to some people (okay, one biddy that I work with) so I will take the requesite steps to remove "crap" from my (office) vocabulary. I guess if I really wanted to offend her I could call "crap" what "crap" really is - butt (and a BIG one) I'm a lady.

Soooooo, what to replace "crap" with? That question was answered last night by my (soon to be) 2 year old son. After his bath, I was drying him off and of course, after a splashing good time in the tub, his nose was attempting to self-evacuate. So I wiped his nose which only encouraged the self-evacuation to become a full-blown snotty mess on the flimsy tissue and my fingers. Well, I figured, I'm elbow deep into it, I may as well finish it. So I just picked his nose myself which resulted in him screaming bloody murder. Tears and everything. Finally I got the offending nose evacuee on my finger and showed it to him, "Look at that big green nasty booger! You don't want that in your nose! Shoo-ey booger!"

Okay, I have no idea why kids pick the things they do to get tickled about but my son giggled gleefully every time I said "booger."

So I said it a LOT. "Booger booger booger booger!"

Gales of hiccupping toddler laughter ensued.

So there you have it. My new word: BOOGER.