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.
Hey y’all, this is me, Ms. Baby. My Mom has been having a hard time posting lately, there are to many things happening with her, and she does not want to come across all sad, and confused and stuff, so she asked me to post on her blog, so her readers would know she was still alive.
First off, this is me in the picture. I was trying to do my “sexy” pose, so I could get more treats. For some reason my Mom and Dad looked at me and laughed. How rude. Since Mom is giving me my own time on her blog there are some things I would like to address, and hope she reads this so I can get my point across.
First, if my paw touches it, it’s mine. That includes everything and if I happen to put my paw on your plate, it’s mine. Seriously.
Secondly, I think my Mom is cheating on me with some other kitties. The reason I say this, she is gone all day long, and then when she finally does get home, she has the smell of other kitties. What the heck, She is supposed to be a one kitty woman!
And another thing, I am supposed to be able to go outside in the morning and then in the evening. I usually don’t go far, just in the backyard for a couple of minutes, I like to eat the grass. I don’t like to go that far after that time the birds in neighborhood dive bombed my butt. For some unknown reason, they only let me out for about a minute in the morning and then a minute in the afternoon. Dad said something about not trying to heat the outside with our heat, whatever that means, pfft, I have a fur coat for crying out loud, it doesn’t affect me.
That’s another thing, Mom is falling off on her job of brushing me. I have a mat in my fur, what the heck is that about? I try really hard to get to all of my parts, but I may (cough, cough..uhmm…furball) have missed a spot.
I heard something too, the other day, and then that thing they use to take me out of the house showed up in the garage, which by the way is my domain. I have a window that is all mine and I sit in and guard the house for Mom and Dad. But this thing showed up and I heard whispers of the “Vet”. Now, I am here to tell you, That’s not gonna happen. I will hide under the bed and they will have no chance of getting me out. I don’t like the Vet. period.
I really don’t understand my Mom and Dad, they truly think THEY run this house. hehehe…They don’t know much. I am an alarm clock, when they sleep to late. I go in and kick them awake. I chase them up and down the stairs to make sure they stay healthy and all’s I ask for is a little treat now and then….
It’s a hard job, but I do the best I can. It’s hard taking care of these humans. Especially, since they are my Mom and Dad. But I know when they are upset, and I do my best to keep things going.
So, for all of you wondering, Mom is okay, she just needs a little break, and Dad is taking care of her, with my assistance. Don’t worry, she will be back in a couple of days and bore you to tears…..no problem… Until then, this is Ms. Baby signing off…..Thanks Mom for letting me post!