Forgive me folks this is a day late post. Yesterday, I cruised on over to the Farmer’s and we were under a storm watch. The Farmer and I watched the skies, and figured pfft…it isn’t anything.
When my cell phone rang, it was the Nurse, and she was calling from my house. “Hey, Jo? We are at your house , it’s bad out there and we don’t have power, so we all came over to your house ok?” . Looking outside, I thought…uhm.. okay. I told her it was fine and since she was at my house, could she please put the ribs I had out for dinner in the crock pot for me.
After thinking for a minute, I called her back and the conversation went kind of like this..
me “Hey, keep the fisher dude away from my freezer, ESPECIALLY my Andouille Sausage”
her “Uh OH, uhm he just opened it, and is getting ready to fry it with some shrimp he found in the freezer too.”
me “Well, make sure he at least leaves the LAST package for me ok? I don’t care if he has shrimp too”.
her “I swear, I just told him, he is acting like a boyfriend in high school over at his girlfriend’s house cruising through the fridge while her parents are gone and grabbing EVERYTHING he can find.”
I would have responded but I was laughing too hard.
We finished talking rather rapidly when lightning lit up the sky and crackled in the phone.
The storm blew through where I was with not that much rain about .37 of an inch, and the power flickered at the Farmer’s house a couple of times, but nothing major. It pretty much blew over and out rather quickly.
I finished doing all my stuff, and getting Momma up, and then I was ready to head down the road, the sun was shining and all was well.
On my trip home, I decided to go the back way, simply because I was tired of driving through town. I drove the 18.6 miles, and had just gone around the final curve in the woods, and it’s a straight shot to enter my small town the back way. I was following another car, who was moving a little slow (thankful now, might have been cussing at the time). All of a sudden out of the corn fields a deer comes sliding across the road in front of me, and I slammed on my brakes. So did the truck coming from the opposite direction.
I think the deer were playing, because no sooner as one comes out of the cornfield sliding on his tummy across the road, a couple of corn rows down here come 2more. I decided it was all clear and so did the truck, as we passed each other, we waved, and kid of saluted, thanking goodness, we did not obtain any new hood ornaments. I did slow down a bit to look to my right, and all 3 deer were standing in the shadows, and I think they were giggling.
As I get into town, I am amazed… the following pictures were taken by a friend of mine, Bethany Combs Williams, and she said I could use them…
It’s amazing to me, that my little town got 4.1 inches of rain in an hour and a half. Power was out all over town (I live just outside of town). I pulled into my driveway and no one was there, so I thought the kids had the power back on (nope, I was to learn that later).
I looked at the destruction, and thought, “Well, I guess I’m glad we burned everything in the burn pit this past weekend, because I am about to fill it up.”
I came inside and then got busy. I went back outside and proceeded to pick up all the limbs that had fallen off the trees and all the sticks (or almost frickin full trees), and carried them back to the burn pit. It took me an hour, and I kept telling myself, the Electrician will be happy, because he’s had a few stressful days and I didn’t want him to come home to this. My neighbor was watching me from the comfort of his back porch, and after having carried armful of limbs and dragging a whole frickin tree, he asked me “Do you want to use my wheelbarrow?” I won’t tell you what I said UNDER my breath, but I did advise him nicely, that I thought I only had one more load, and I was good. Plus, I was thinking that there was a Beer in the fridge with MY name on it. By now, the burn pit is FULL, and I figured I had picked most of them up, and I needed a break.
I came inside and Yes, I was drinking my beer, when the door opened and I heard a little voice, “Jo, are you home and where is Papa?” Apparently the kids still did not have power, and Cam man and his Momma (The Fisher dude was at work) had come back to my house, because they had no power and it was hot out there. To make a long story short, it was so much fun to have them here last night, and they did get power back.
My day was full, and I enjoyed it, although to be quite honest with you? I am not picking up another friggin tree branch, limb, or stick for a while.
See this little face? I had the pleasure of spending the day with him today. I got my unhappy butt out of bed at o’dark thirty am, and brushed my teeth, got dressed grabbed a cup of coffee and flew down the road to his house.
I was met by Bella the dog and the Nurse, who blew kisses to me, as she left for work. Lil’ dude was still sleeping, so Bella and I shared some, “she thinks her 40lb butt is a lap dog, while she loved all over me” time. Bella finally settled down and we spent a little quiet time together, she really likes her ears rubbed. (Uhm, please y’all don’t tell Ms. Baby the cat, I’ve been cheating on her ok?)
I heard lil dude waking up, and knew, he would come out of his room and go straight for his parents room, where he would crawl up onto their bed and curl up with whoever was there and go back to sleep, at least that is his usual routine. I didn’t count on him, to see me sitting on the couch and the joy that lit up his face and he ran into my arms. I scooped him up and he was giggling, and talking a mile a minute, “Hi Jo, you got me today? We go to Papa Dan’s? We go play with tractors? You got oatmeal?” And then he took a breath. I guess it was a reunion, I haven’t seen him since last Thursday, when he spent the day with me.
We spent a few minutes just snuggling, and then Bella decided she wanted to snuggle with both of us, and all sorts of giggling, and licking and crazy stuff happened. We got up and lil dude had to show me “I’m a big boy now Jo, watch”. Yes, somewhere along the past few days, lil dude is almost potty trained (so much for the new batch of diapers I bought, but that’s a good thing really).
After getting lil dude dressed, complete with mickey mouse big boy briefs, we grabbed his backpack, packed a few things into it, as in a spare change of clothes, 5 favorite toys, his blankey and a sippy cup, we headed down the road. I had to get gas, so we made a pit stop at the local Casey’s, and got some gas. We then went in to pay and lil dude had to have “bug juice” in a Woody sippy cup (Woody as in Toy Story), and then he thought Papa Dan would like a donut, so he picked one out for him, and away we went.
Papa Dan had to visit the Vampire this morning, and that’s why we hurried over, so we could give Momma her first round of meds. Imagine our surprise, when we arrived, Papa Dan was already home, and smiled big when he saw Cam-man. The first words out of Cams mouth were “Papa Dan, we go see your tractors now PWEASE?”. Cam settled down, we all decided to have breakfast first.
I in my infinite wisdom, had packed a bag from my house to bring with me this morning, it had 3 different choices of Oatmeal, 2 banana’s and some diapers, and a couple of Cam’s favorite snacks in it.
After Cam and Papa Dan had a breakfast of Oatmeal, although Cam was a little miffed because Papa Dan’s had raisins and his didn’t. Papa Dan went to run to the store and Cam and I did some stuff around the house. We swept the kitchen and dining room, and cleaned up some messes we had made on the kitchen floor, when we had a water fight in the sink. We watched a little t.v. and just had a good time.
Cam kept cracking me up though, because it was every 1/2 an hour, he was ready to go potty, but had to have me help a little. We had already set up his stool by the toilet, and he knew to stand on it, but he couldn’t pull his shorts down without help. This kid seriously cracks me up, after going, he proudly looks at me and says, ”I tapped it Jo, no drips”. I kept telling him, he was doing good, and he did ALL DAY long, there were no accidents.
Papa Dan and Cam went out to look at the tractors, and I had to laugh when, Cam told Papa Dan, he liked the cub lawn mower better than the John Deere, because of the steering wheel.
When it was time to get Momma up, Cam came in to help me, and Momma started giggling right off the bat, and said, ‘My Goodness, he is a giggle and cheeky too.”.
Fun times were had by all today, and it is such a change from the regular “doom and gloom”. After leaving Papa Dan’s house, Cam came to my house, and we played in his sandbox for about an hour. First I buried his feet, then he buried mine. We both giggled a bunch!
I didn’t worry about what chores I had to do, I just had fun and enjoyed my time with such a cool little person, although I may be biased. But seriously…..looking at this face, it still makes me melt….
It also brings to mind so many giggles, I had and needed today. Out of the mouths of a 3-year-old, especially when he was trying to figure out, how much older papa Dan was, and said to me, “Jo? Your Daddy is old”. I could do nothing but laugh, and say, “Yes, Cam-Man, he is, but he gets around, and has good toys huh?” he replied “UH HUH, and I like his twacters….”.
Hey y’all. Yes this pic is an old one, simply because our “big” sister, hasn’t taken a new one and she fell back on the oldies but goodies reel.
Our “other sister” Ms. Baby has gotten to post on the blog, so we felt we should be able to as well. So here, goes.
I’m the one on the left, and my name is Goldie, although recently Momma has called me Ginger, (which should have been my name, but well what can I say?) My Momma named me, as I am technically her kitty. The one across from me ( my bigger sister), is named Spice, and she is the Farmer’s kitty, aka spoiled rotten.
Things around our house have changed lately, and we wanted to add our pawthinking into the mix. This is our Momma’s chair, that we are both guarding. We do it well don’t we? When our big sister first came around, me and Spice were not to sure about her. Yea, she saved us that cold night and begged the Farmer to put us into the shed. Which he did, simply because she had a cat at HER house, named Ms. Baby, But the “big house” was ruled by someone named Toots… Apparently,
When we first came to live in the “big house”, it was new and things were strange. We’ve gotten over that, and now WE own the joint.
Some odd things have been happening lately though, and we need to let y’all know. While our Sister, keeps cooking the bacon and eating it, Wednesdays are our favorite. You see, Dad goes to his Wed. thing, and Sis watches us and Momma, and at the end of the night we get chicken.
Our Big Sissy, is such a sucker, she cooks stuff and always gives us whatever she has cooked. But on Wednesdays, the Farmer (aka Dad) brings home Lee’s Fried Chicken, and Sissy is such a sucker, she gives us at least one of her pieces of chicken. Hey, we are not complaining.
Lately though, me, (Goldie) has taken a liking to hanging with my Mom, in the chair, in the bed, just wherever she is at. My sis Spice freaked out my big sissy Jo today, simply because, we were all over Momma today, we both loved on her, and sat with her, and slept by her side.
We love our Momma, and know she has some problems, but we are here with her and it is all “purrfect”. We like “The Big house” but we love Momma even more….
Today was not my normal day to go over to the Farmer’s to help with Momma, but Caregiver Beth had something she had to do, so, I did it. I did the normal Saturday stuff at my house and then went on down the road. When I got there, I did some of the stuff I normally do, and then went into the kitchen to make the Farmer lunch. I noticed something right off the bat, and went into the front room to question the Farmer.
Now, I have to back track a little. A few weeks (ok so it maybe a month or so) ago, I “borrowed” the Farmer’s Kitchen aide mixer .
I kinda fell in love with it, simply because I make cookies every week, sometimes twice a week (batch for the Electrician and 1/2 a batch for the Farmer and 1/2 a batch for Caregiver Beth). Plus, I’ve made some cakes and bread too.
The Farmer asked me last week, if I would please bring back his mixer, and his mixer wrote the Farmer a note, it said “ Dear Dad, Please don’t worry about me, I am getting exercise, and I have a prestigious position on my sissy’s counter, I am enjoying my time here, and sissy says she will bring me back home soon. Love, Your mixer”.
I seriously had good intentions to bring the mixer home this week. But when I noticed everything re-arranged in the kitchen, I asked the Farmer what gives? He told me he had a surprise and I would have to wait until Monday to find out what it is. Pfft…..SERIOUSLY????
I quickly informed him, I would bug the $hit out of him until he told me what it was, and I did too. Amid a bunch of giggles, he finally gave in and told me, the mixer could stay at my house. WOOHOO, double back flips. Apparently, the mixer had expressed it’s desire to stay at my house, and The Farmer, complied. Although I will not tell the mixer, it’s been replaced, by a “newer” version. I don’t want to hurt its feelings.
In all honesty, Thanks Dad! from the bottom of my heart. I’ve grown quite attached to the “mixer” and I really did not want to bring it home. It’s found a new home on my counter. I’m sure, your new mixer will find its new home a happy one, and I will use it and so will you.
Momma today was surprised to see me, although I had told her yesterday, I would be there to get her up. She rallied and was full of giggles when I finally got her cleaned up and ready for the day. It was fun for me to see her on a day I normally would not.
I did have to laugh, when I was getting ready to give her a round of meds and she was “reading” the paper. I asked her about the story she was so intensely reading. She told me about it, funny though, the paper was upside down. Hmmm, I had already read the paper, and she was correct in her telling of the story. Can people read things upside down? I don’t know for sure if they can, but Momma did.
All in all it’s been a good day for me, and I’m so thankful for those. Sometimes, its little things that our parents do for us, and we do for them, that are the best.
Love ya Daddy, and Momma too. Just so the rest of my family does not feel left out, I love y’all with all that I am, and then some……
This post is dedicated to my Dad, aka The Farmer. What can I say? I have been Blessed to have the BEST Dad on the earth. Of coarse everyone thinks that their Dad is tops, and rightly so.
For me, My Dad is something. My Dad has raised me from birth, by himself, at times. He did the best he could with what he had. That’s not to say my Beloved Grandma B. did not step up at times, nor my Aunt Sara too.
Sometimes, I put myself in his shoes, and I’d just like to say, he tried, very hard. I guess it was a plus, I was more of a tomboy, than a “girlie girl”. I mean seriously, when you are growing up, and have “girl” things happen and are mortified, because you think you are dying, and your Dad sucks it up and “explains” about how you are now becoming a woman. It must have been uncomfortable for him, I’m sure.
My Dad has ALWAYS been there for me. There were times when I was growing up, I thought we were not normal, because it was just him and I. Most families I knew, had a Mama and a Dad, I just had a Dad. I learned early, how to cook, because..well, while Dad CAN cook, it wasn’t always pleasant. I learned how to clean house and also to do laundry, and we had a great relationship. He was ALWAYS my Dad and would not hesitate to kick my butt if I needed it. Although to be truthful, IF I turned on the water works when he went for his belt, I didn’t get my butt smacked.
My Dad was the first person I would turn to if I was in trouble, and he always came through. When I finally did leave home, and thanks be to the heavens, because when I left, I had racked up about a $500. phone bill, and when he got the bill, I could hear him screaming my name.
But, I have to be honest here, I was the perfect child. (smirk). Okay, who fell for that one?
In my later years, my Dad is not only my Dad, he is my best friend. With the passing of years, we are more friends than I ever thought possible. While we are drawn to each other helping my Momma Annie, we both have the same thoughts. And the funny thing is, somewhere along the line, while he still takes care of me, I can also take care of him.
It’s like a circle. Growing up, I did the laundry and the cooking and the cleaning, and now, I do the cooking and the laundry and the cleaning. hehehe. I also have some power. Dad has had his John Deere privileges taken away after creaming the garage door not once but twice now. I promised I would not bust him out, and while I have not said exactly what happened, I still kept my promise. But the garage door is toast…..
There are just to many things I could say, but the biggest one, is I love my Dad to the moon and back.
So I will say this, to the Farmer, Thank you for my life, thank you for giving me life, thank you for being a major part of my life, and thank you for being my friend and Dad. While I don’t always agree with you and we may get into some “scuffles” over our difference of opinions, you are and always will be my best friend, My Dad. Happy Father’s Day Dad.
And to all the other Dad’s out there, Happy Father’s Day to you too. To my Electrician, you are a wonderful Dad, and Happy Father’s Day to you too.
I’ve had a very productive day. My Mom stayed home with me today, well she did go out for a bit, but it was okay, I was ready for my nap by then.
My Mom was still asleep after my Dad left this morning. He told me to let her sleep, so I did, for a bit. How long does a Momma need to sleep for? I went in and woke her up, because I wanted some food, and cuddles.
Mom goofed around and did something called “cleaning”, but her and I took time out today to have some cuddles. She washed the sheets on the bed, and we had our favorite game, I “helped” her make the bed with clean sheets. I like how they smell.
Around noon or something like that, I wanted to go outside, so Mom let me out, and I noticed something. Every bird in the neighborhood was visiting our middle hanging plant on our porch. I laid underneath it, not quite sure what was going on, and Mom kept her eye on me. Something was happening.
Mom said the birds were singing, because of an “event”. Whatever that means. This evening, I went outside again, and got busted in the garden by my Dad, he made me come inside, and I heard Mom and Dad talking.
Apparently the robin bird that has made her nest ON MY PLANT on the porch, had her babies tonite. Mom said she looked from the top of the deck and there are 2 little baby birds in the nest.
Hmmm….I may have to lay underneath the nest for a bit, baby birds have to fly sometime, and I’ll be waiting. Okay, who am I kidding, My Mom and Dad will have my skin, if I do something to a baby bird, but it might be fun to be a “God mother” or something…….
I think some one has hit the fast forward button on my life at the moment. Sometimes, I don’t know if I am coming or going, if I’ve already been there, or if I have yet to get there.
Today, was another long day for me, and I have one more and then, gasp, I may have a whole day to MYSELF, and just enjoy the heck out of it. Ok, for those of you that know me, you are already laughing KNOWING, it won’t go that way, but a girl can hope can’t she?
Please, don’t get me wrong, I LOVE what I do. I take care of my Dad and my Momma and my Grandson too, but sometimes, I feel overwhelmed, and see things going by at a rapid rate. I like to slow down and at least enjoy the moments.
I had to laugh at one part of today. Cam and I were on the way to Papa Dan’s, and now that Cam has started “driving” so to speak, he wanted to know where we were. He pointed out to me the “Watter” and also he knew where the cows were. But he got confused because we went the back roads, country way instead of through town. He made me giggle, when he constantly asked me “Jo? Corn or beans?” After explaining to him the difference and what they looked like, I let it go. But on the way home, he pointed out to me the difference between the corn and beans, and I simply had to giggle. Little Dude is only 3 now, and he is learning. (I will expand on the statement about my 3-year-old grandson driving on another post.)
After dropping Cam-Man off at his Momma’s and visiting for a bit. I have to digress for a minute and have to say, the Nurse came over and had coffee with me yesterday morning, before I went to Papa Dan’s and I so enjoyed, just sitting on the back porch, chatting , watching Cam in the Sand box, and just peace all around us.
I seem like I am all over the map, but that is because my mind is going 1000 miles an hour and I am trying to grasp everything. Could someone just please push the pause button.
Ok, back on track. When I went back to Papa Dan’s tonite, Momma was just pure joy to be around. She did everything she was supposed to and arrived in her bed, with giggles. Somewhere along the line, she got upset. When I came back after dumping her trash, she was in tears, and when I asked her what was the matter, she asked me “Did I get you into trouble?” “Uhm, No Momma, it’s me Jo”. She looked at me and then went on with some story her mind had made, and thought she had gotten me into trouble. After a few more minutes of talking to her, she looked at me, and said “I remember you, you are my daughter right?”, “Yes, Momma, I am your daughter, Joanne”. With everything right in her world again, she calmed down, and held my hand and kissed me and went to sleep. It’s moments like that I want to pause, soak up each thing, and remember. For a few minutes, she was herself, and was okay.
I have to be able to find a few minutes each day to take out for myself, because to be honest, I feel thin.
Sometimes, I have learned with Caregiving, and I am not just a Caregiver to Momma, I am with my Dad, my Grandson, and to my husband, and the rest of my family, sometimes, I would just like to sneak away and have a few moments, where I don’t have to worry about nothing.
The Nurse asked me today, “When do you have a minute for yourself?”, and that started me thinking. Maybe, I need to start taking minutes for myself. I think I have found my answer. I love music. If I can have a couple of minutes, with earphones in my ear, and no one watching, I’m gonna start shaking my butt, with earphones, and let loose.
So…if your hear on the news tonite, that some 51-year-old woman is shaking her groove thing, with earphones in her ear, and the house blows down because of shaking, ask yourself, Was this Camsgranny’s house? Yup, it could be…..:)
While I am writing this tonite, it all actually happened yesterday, but…yestersay was a VERY long day for me and I have still to recoup. I guess I’ll start, at the beginning…..
Yesterday, I woke up at o’dark thirty, and slugged back a half a cup of coffee and then flew down the road, to get Cam-man. His Momma had to work, and he was going to spend the day with me. Normally, when I arrive, Cam-man is still sleeping, and I have “play with Bella the dog time”. Wasn’t in the cards, Cam man opened up the door and was very happy to see me. I grabbed his clothes, and his “B” (blanket), and he was already in my car with his belt buckled. To tell you what he said to me “Hurry Jo, Papa leave for work, HONK HONK get out of our way, I gotta see Papa”.
We flew back to my house and made it with a few minutes to spare, and the “love fest” lasted for a few minutes, then Papa had to go on down the road, as Cam Man says “Papa goes to work to make the $$ for us”. I had to laugh, simply because I asked Cam, “Where’s your Daddy?” his response “At work making trains for $$”. “Cam, where’s your Mom?” “She’s at school?” “No, she is at work”, “Mom’s at work, making $$ for me”. I asked Cam, “Where’s Jo?” he looked at me like I had lost my mind, and said “Here with me silly”.
We already had a very active day planned. We got breakfast, and I think little dude was hungry, because when I asked him what he wanted, “Chocolate milk, and Papa’s cereal”. After polishing off a bowl of cereal, he wanted a bowl of oatmeal too.
We got busy and set out Papa’s clothes for his workday the next day, folded laundry, ran the vacuum cleaner, cleaned Cam’s room, and also cleaned the bathroom. We were done with all of our cleaning, and Cam looked at me in all seriousness of an almost 3-year-old and asked “Jo, we play outside now?”. Well….what do you say to that?
We had finished everything by about 8:45 am, so we went outside. Cam had set up his trucks to “catch” his life-size tennis ball, and we played with that for a bit, seeing if we could get it to roll into the trucks. The novelty of that wore off, and the true “boy” in Cam cam out when he grabbed his dump truck and went to his own dirt pile.
He is very concentrated in his efforts to fill up the dump truck and then empty it and then start all over. This kid truly enjoys being outside, and if the sun is shining, his philosophy is forget about being inside, let’s go outside. I don’t need t.v., I need my dirt, dump truck and I’m really happy with a John Deere tractor.
We got cleaned up (sort of), and headed on down the road to Papa Dan’s house. We went the back way, and saw cows, deer and tractors. Cam got a little confused at the way went at first but once we hit the river, he knew exactly where we were. I turned up the radio, and I secretly giggled, at the fact, Cam was singing to the radio. I’m not sure if he knew what the words were, but he was singing.
When we got to Papa Dan’s the first thing he asked was, “Papa Dan, you get your tractor out for me?”
Papa Dan is teaching Cam safety and told him, he could not go anywhere until he fastened his seat belt. Look at the concentration on his face. Cam was ready.
This one just cracked me up, because he was giving me his “I’m so happy” face.
While Papa Dan and Cam were having fun in the barn, I went in and got busy with Momma. Momma was in rare form today. She was happy and full of life and energy. I told her how nice it was outside and asked her if she wanted to go for a walk outside with Papa Dan, and Cam and I, and she was ready. She picked out her clothes, and after her bath, and stuff, she was ready.
We got her into the wheelchair and we all headed outside. Folks, this is the first time Momma has been outside in probably about 3 months. The fact she WANTED to go outside was a plus to me. The fact she ENJOYED being outside was even better. The fact that she had a GOOD time, did not get nervous or upset, is PRICELESS, to me.
While it may look like I have Momma in a head lock, I really don’t, if the picture had been taken a few seconds earlier, all three of us where holding hands.
This to me is a BEYOND PRICELESS day.
Yes, this was yesterday. Today, not so much, but ya know what? It’s ok. Everyday cannot be a “priceless day”, and with so many good one’s I knew a bad one was coming, but at the same token, it wasn’t that bad.
To cap the end of a very long week, that’s had it’s up’s and down’s, I’ll take every moment, because to me the memories are worth it. The fact I have them on film is even better. I haven’t shared all of those moment’s with ya’ll, but some things, are just to special to share.
I learned some lesson’s this week. But at the end of the day, I am Blessed by ALL of the people in my life. Thank you guys from me, to my family, to my friends, to my readers….
Hey y’all, it’s me again…Ms. baby AKA, fat cat….
My Mom wanted to tell this story, but it is all mine to tell. If you read Mom’s blog, you will know, I tried to catch a baby bird a few weeks ago, and got “dive bombed” by every bird in the neighborhood.
I don’t understand what the problem is. I. AM. A. CAT. Cats catch mice (haven’t you ever watched the Tom & Jerry Cartoon?) But, we also like birds. I have a hunters instinct about these things. As my Mom say’s, I am a cat.
I personally think these birds around my “hood” like to torture me, simply because they know my Mom and Dad won’t let me catch them. Ha, I got news for my parents……
The past few years, my 2 legged siblings, buy Mom a hanging basket, that she loves, Dad waters it to keep it alive, and I do like the smell of the pretty flowers. Well, I guess those birds like it too, because for the past couple of years, they have made a nest in it, and had babies.
This year, A Momma Robin has decided to set up her nest in the middle basket, and I’ve been keeping tabs on her, one of her relatives flew straight at Dad and almost landed on his nose, so I have to watch out for him. Baby birds are sort of clumsy, when they first start to fly, and that’s when I watch them closely.
This is the Momma bird, that has set up her house in my Mom’s plants. She takes breaks from sitting on her nest, and I ALWAYS get yelled at, when she does this. Pfft….I don’t want the Mom. Dad and Mom always yell at me to behave, when she leaves the nest. Like I am going to get her or anything. Shoot, All her relatives that are around would probably hurt me. I’ve been dive-bombed before.
This is the Mom in her nest, that she made, and gets mad at Dad, whenever he waters the plant, that she is nesting in. I lay underneath the basket every time I go outside, just in case, something falls out of it, and I can “save” whatever falls.
There are some other things hanging out around my house lately, and they look like this.
Now me, I love when Mom makes fried chicken, I wonder if I catch these, will she fry them up for me? They look like big chickens to me. I tried to catch one once. Dad and Mom laughed at me, pfft. If I really wanted to I could catch one of these.
But, I’m Ms. Baby AKA fat cat, and I don’t feel like running THAT hard after them.
Stay tuned, and I’ll let you know when the babies hatch, and start to fly, ahem, umm, start to leave the nest.
prrrrrrrrrr, I’m going to bed now with Mom and Dad now, someone has to keep their feet warm at night.
Today, was a little different for me….it was a “fly by the seat” of your pants type of day. I got a call last night from the Nurse, asking me if I would watch Cam man today. Pfft….is there any answer but yes?
So when the Electrician came into the bedroom and “gently” asked me to get up, I woke up swinging. By that I mean, my hair was askew, and I tried to surface. I grabbed the cup of coffee that was sitting there for me (Thank you honey). I got the bed made and then got dressed. By the way, have I mentioned how much I HATE to get up early?
I traveled over and arrived at the Nurse’s house before I was supposed to be there, and hehehe, she didn’t look any better than me, but all’s I had to do was deal with Bella the dog, and crawl on the couch, she had to go to work.
Bella and I made peace and we were both settling down to go back to sleep, but oops, Cam Man arrived. Blanket in tow, and did not want to go back to sleep. Sigh….After getting all his stuff together, telling Bella by, our day started.
Arriving at my house, and getting another cup of coffee and a mug of chocolate milk, we were ready. While I will admit to laying on the couch with Cam man while “Curious George” came on, after he was done, me and Cam got busy.
Cam decided the clothes we brought over for him, wouldn’t cut it, he went into what I like to call the “blue room” and opened the drawer and dragged out his “Buzz lightyear” shirt and wanted to wear that today. So,it was.
Cam and I proceeded to breakdown a whole chicken, cuz, I was making fried chicken for dinner. We made papa’s lunch and a pasta salad, and then decided it was time to go. We did a few more things, but it’s ok.
On our drive to Papa Dan’s, I was peppered with, “Are we there yet?, Now? Now?” We cheated this morning, we visited the golden arches. (enough said). (I have to admit, I was having keyboard problems last night and this is where I stopped typing, so this will be a 2 day post, as long as my keyboard co-operates.)
After arriving at the Farmer’s, we got busy with some stuff, and of course Cam-man peppered the Farmer with “Is it time to see the tractor yet?”. After papa Dan got the John Deere out of the barn, Cam-Man and I went for a drive through the country, Cam even put his seat belt on and (imaginary) drove me everywhere. We laughed and giggled, and just had an over all time. It was time for us to go in and check on Momma and give her some more meds. Cam was at the window, while I was giving meds to Momma, when Cam yelled at me. “Jo, Papa Dan stuck”. huh?
I was done giving meds and came to look at what he was talking about. Sure enough, the mower was in the ditch, and Papa Dan had the John Deere tractor, ready to pull it out. Cam and I flew out the door to offer ‘assistance”.
Cam was stationed at the top of the hill, and I went down into the ditch and helped to “drive” the mower out. Cam was fascinated. His eyes got so big, and he wanted to help so bad. He was so excited when the mower got unstuck that he started jumping up and down and clapping and yelling.
With everything back to normal, I told Cam (after he had run the length of the yard, “driven” the John Deere, and conquered the pirates trying to steal the tractor) it was time to get Momma up.
We went inside and Cam-Man held Momma’s hand and gave her all the encouragement he could. Him and Momma were “love muffins” today, the loving and hand holding and kisses going on. Well….they make my heart melt.
Apparently, I wore Cam out, because he fell asleep on the way home and did not even want to wake up for his papa, and then when his Momma came to get him, he cried. He was a very tired little boy.
Fast forward to today, when I wish Cam-Man had been there. today, Papa Dan’s driveway got rocked and tarred, I wish I would have taken pictures. (palm smack to the forehead, where is the camera?) Cam would have loved all the BIG trucks and stuff going on.
But anyway, today, was a good day. Momma was back in form, and enjoyed spending time with me, to holding my hand, and giggling over every day stuff. Papa Dan got a new driveway, Papa Electrician got a note from Cam-man left on his window of his truck at work from Cam Man, and I had a good day period.
Remind me to tell y’all about the newest episode of Ms. Baby and the birds, and also it’s gonna be a good weekend. Cam Man is spending the night.
My life if pretty busy right now, and I appreciate that fact, the busier I am keeps me out of trouble and dwelling on things. It’s all good in my hood. Hope it is the same for y’all…. Night…