Grandma.....

"Grandma, you have cracks on your face!"

"Grandma, you snore too loud!"

"Grandma, are you too old to have a baby?"

I think it is time for a face lift and gastric bypass surgery!  But then again they love me in spite of my cracks and big belly so I think I will invest my money more wisely.  Pepsi, chocolate, and grandkids!

Thinking Outside The Box

We have been experiencing trouble with our roof.  It  has been a very wet year, which for us has been a plus.  It has helped us to locate a problem that has been going on for some time.  We noticed a stain in the ceiling of our garage.   A square portion of the ceiling was removed and sure enough it was wet up there.  The ceiling has not been repaired. I have (or had) a square hole in my ceiling.  Every time the garage door would open insulation would fall out and litter our floor.  That became an annoyance to say the least.  Not being 'Bob the Builder' the Mr. came up with this very clever method to solve the problem for the time being.

 Notice it is NOT taped up there with duct tape so I do not think he quite qualifies as a red neck.  He just put his creative juices to work and came up with this masterpiece.  No more insulation litter on our floor.  Clever, clever, clever.  Though it does look a little (okay a lot!) 'tack-y'!

Is It True Blondes Have More Fun or Is It True Men Have More Fun With Blondes? You Decide.

A picture's worth a thousand words.

Bloom Where You Are Planted

Did I mention I LOVE living in town?

Love my house, love my neighborhood, love my yard, love my honey for making it all possible.

Mrs. Edward Sissorhands

I may be married to a weed whacker murderer, but Scott is married to Mrs. Sissorhands.  Yes, I was out front dead heading  some flowers when I noticed a very un-welcoming visitor just a strolling up our sidewalk.  The neighbors obviously sprayed for cockroaches so this big guy (or was it a gal?) was headed my way.  I did not  have a moments hesitation.  I cut him in half.  He was still squirming.  I cut him again and I did not even feel bad about it.  One thing we have in town we never had on the farm...cockroaches.  Nasty creatures.

I Married A Weed Whacker Murderer



We purchased 19 Virginia Creepers to plant along our fence line.  We wanted  to add some privacy.  Look how well and healthy the ones planted in the dirt look.

And then....we have the ones that were planted in the grass.  We thought we had purchased some bad vines.  Why they would not grow?  Were they dead when we bought them?  After giving them some 'Scott-ch' blessings they started to come  up from the bottom.

 Phillip came home for the summer and he figured  out our problem.  I am married to a weed whacker murderer!  Wonder how big these will be by wedding time?  Be sure to check them out if you come to the back yard reception.

And, let's hope Scott never learns how to blog....paybacks bite. 

Love ya Mr. Green Thumb

The Highs and The Lows of Our Road Tripping





Mount Rushmore was a definite high even if the wind was blowing 90 miles per hour. 





 We arrived before 'rush hour' which was nice.



 What began as sleeping on a high mattress...



 ended up on a real low.  Way too funny of a story!





 In one small moment Mr. B was able to decapitate the Singaporian soldier.  Sorry Liz!  Of course, this happened right after he deflated the bed.





 The washer we hauled for 1300 some miles ended up as a bug shield!  Though the truck did look worse I promise.  We did manage to road kill our fair share of bugs.





Mr. B traded Mrs. B for a younger looking model.  Some gal he picked up while we were at Wall Drug in South Dakota.   Love his smile!

Scott saw this bumper sticker and wanted to swipe it and place it on our vehicle.  He got quite the laugh out of it and thought it would be so appropriate on our truck.  So tell me Scott, when it was your turn to drive what would people think???  Tee Hee, Tee Hee!!  Betcha didn't think that one all the way through!

There's No Place Like Home, There's No Place Like Home, There's No Place Like Home

Seven States
3,000 plus miles

8 days

And many, many pit stops later we are home!!!

Now to post some photos of the reason for the long journey.

Grandchildren!!! Who could ask for anything more?!?  Jon, Grandpa, Sofia, and Princess Livy playing a game

 

 Jaedon lost his first tooth while we were there.  It made his smile even cuter if that is possible!

 Our little all star up to bat...

 running home...

guarding first.

We left our Nebraska grandchildren and headed to Wisconsin to visit our lil Reid.

An outing at a small zoo.

Keeping Reid in the shade.

 




Reid was none to happy to be fed to the gator, but Ben seems to be thouroughly enjoying himself!!

Thanks for the memories kids!!  We had a great time.  Wish you all lived closer.  Missing you in Delta!

WARNING!!! You May Want To Scott Proof Your Home

News Alert!!! The second night in Wisconsin (are you ready for this?). Mr. B woke up in the middle of the night crashing in to baby toys on his way to the bathroom. Now it was my turn. Phil would have been proud. Like a good soldier I dodged all the baby warfare. While in the bathroom I heard a crash and some very quiet cursing. Mr. B had, in one sweeping move decapitated Alizabeth's Singaporian soldier. I avoided the land mines and Scott killed the enemy. But the best was yet to come! Mr. B decided to inflate the blow up mattress. He just did not know when enough was enough. We heard it, we felt it. I retired to a corner of the couch. Scott slept in the middle of a deflating bed. He looked like he was sleeping in a Pontoon boat. And to think my biggest concern was dealing with a tornado! What a whirlwind of a night! Pictures will be posted at a later date.

Time Plus Crisis Equals Humor

Departure time: 5:00 A.M. Suitcase, check. Curling iron, check toothbrush, toothpaste check, check. Ruby red shoes, check. Just in case we ran into a tornado and I ended up in the land of Oz I wanted to be able to get home! Fifteen hour drive from Delta to Omaha. Our goal was to make the journey in one day. We had only been driving ten minutes when Scott had to stop and make certain the washer we were hauling across country was still in place. This was my first clue that this would be a very  l o n g drive. He kept insisting we needed to stop at Walmart and purchase another strap for the washer. He was driving. He drove right past the Walmart in Springville. He turned the driving over to me as soon as we hit Provo Canyon informing me we needed to stop at Walmart in Heber. I informed him Heber did not have a Walmart why did he not stop in Springville? Yes, it would prove to be a horribly l o n g day! The best being when we went into Cheyenne, looking for?  What else... a Walmart!!! We stopped for lunch. Scott asked for directions to Walmart, not once, not twice, but three times. We left and one mile later he was lost! We pulled into a gas station, I went in and asked for directions. I think that was when it dawned on me Scott was thinking first exit at the north end of town and the girl was referring to the first exit at the south end of town!!! I then took over the wheel, removed the church c.d. Scott was listening to and turned on the radio. Yes, boot stomping country music. Where they need a drink, maybe even two or three!!! You get my jest. Drove to Walmart, repositioned our cargo straps, put Scott in the passenger seat (time out for him) and seriously considered placing his night time med in his drink. And to think I was worried about tornadoes!