FRUSTRATED...

Ya'll know what happened to my camera, right?
The other day I remembered that my video camera, archaic thing it is in the world of iPhones, actually takes pictures. I was super excited! Because in the last few weeks I have been attempting to take pictures of the puppies to make a poster with. You know, to get rid of them.... I mean... find them a loving home. Anyway, I had taken some with HH's work camera and put them on my computer. I, of course, deleted them from his camera's memory card as soon as I moved them over. Then MC 1 deleted them from my computer as soon as I turned my back. He is having separation issues. I tried taking some with my phone and emailing them to myself. Fail. So when I recalled that neat little tidbit about my video camera, I was amped. I was taking pictures of all the things I wanted to show you guys. I had pictures of how to make chicken fried venison steak for AMH. I had pictures of the boys after they had used their blue and purple Crayola Color Wonder bubbles for body paint. I took pictures yesterday of my mom and I killing locusts trees, AGAIN. Not as impressive as the first day. She toned it down after the public backlash from the first time. The really was no backlash, just me telling my dad at lunch that I was just trying to stay alive when he asked how it was going.
So I have all this stuff to show you. I am up early, NOT watching the royal wedding so I can get all these pictures over. And this is where frustration hits because my cordy thingy that connects my camera to my computer, it doesn't fit, and I can't seem to find where it needs to fit or what attachment I need or whatever.
Ugh...........
But hey, now you know that I think of you.
I am willing to sacrifice sleep and rest for you.
A plus, no?

PRAYING...

for Alabama....

for MC 1.....

for so many.

The answer to them all.....

Jesus.

AT LEAST IT WASN'T HIM....

We had severe weather round these here parts yesterday.

Even an official PDS...a potentially dangerous situation.

Brilliance....

I am not a fan of tornadoes.

However, since the MCs appeared, I have become much more

adept at giving my fear over to God. Thank you Jesus!

I was okay yesterday until I heard that the Discovery Channel Storm Chasers were near. I looked around and did not recognize any of the names they had down here, so I figured the big stuff would be else where.

Then I saw the following video.

He is a big dog.

He is looking for the real deal.

He has an armored car.

Hello.....he means business.

Now I must confess, I would have been more nervous if it was Reed.

Reed is insane.

Reed likes to get in the tornado.

IN IT!

Seems we are raising a mini Reed.

Not MC 1.

He has his mama's fear.

It's the other one.

He was so juiced up at the thought of a tornado.

He was leaning out the window yelling " A TORNADO! A TORNADO!".

He was disappointed we did not have massive damage all over our yard.

Gratefully, we had only rain.

Many others had much worse.

Please pray for those today who are recovering.

Please pray for those who are in the line of fire today.

Pray Jesus all over them.

Pray He calms the physical winds.

Pray He calms the winds of fear that blow through their hearts.

May winds of doubt and confusion be replaced

with winds fresh from the Holy Spirit full

of grace and peace and assurance in Him.

SMARTER THAN THE TV SHOWS WE WATCH...

MC 1 has a very diverse vocabulary.

Which is surprising because he struggles with reading.

He informed my mom that he was "mortified" at church Easter Sunday.

Why, you ask?

Because we took a family photo.

We are not even a teenager yet.

I didn't have the heart to tell him the family embarrassment only goes down hill from here;)

Yesterday, I heard an assault going on in the bathroom.

When MC 1 emerged, the interrogation began.

The target of the assault...

a fly.

Who apparently was, and I QUOTE,

"mocking" him.

Really?

I told my mom it is not like we are watching Sense and Sensibility over here.

Trust me..we aren't.

And I have no other thoughts about this.

Just perplexed and felt you could be perplexed with me.

'Cause we are all in this thing together;)

A FUTURE ON THE FOOD NETWORK....

It is no secret that even though I have many fabulous qualities (humility being number one;), cooking is not one of them. Bacon is my nemesis. It burns even with the best of intentions. MC 1 smells bacon cooking and the first words out of his mouth are usually, "Is it burned?". Saturday morning I decided to bake the bacon instead of frying it. Granted, I was feeling confident coming off my Friday night victory at supper time when I, without a recipe, successfully made carne guisada to HH's satisfaction. A feat worthy of telling.
I also made waffles for breakfast Saturday and they were good. MC 1 comes into the kitchen and we are discussing what a great morning it is with good bacon and good waffles.


MC 2 - Always cook the bacon this way.

I know, your lucky day right? Nothing burned.

MC 2- I know, I hope it stays that way.
Hahaha Hardy har har....

Aren't you funny...brat.....
Dead silence for a moment...
MC 1 - No really, I hope it stays that way...
Food critic....his plan B.

IF I ONLY....

I had a camera I could have shown you pictures of:

• HH and I attempting to see who could best replicate the yoga pose from last week on the Biggest Loser. It involved lunging to one side, wrapping one arm around you back, the other underneath your thigh and trying to interlock you hands.
  


• HH winning said competition
  


• The six puppies I have left. One vanished. We are still perplexed.
  


• HH fitting into a smaller pair of jeans, without even trying to loose weight.


• The nasty eye rolls I gave him as he strutted around bragging about how he "told me he would fit back into those...blah blah blah...."
  


• The weeks worth of NOT smiley faces MC 2 got and the one smiley face he finally got yesterday.



• The six puppies I still have...who can nurse Bella while she stands because they are little beasts.
  


• The cat being naughty and sleeping in my dresser during the day
  


• The SIX PUPPIES I STILL HAVE.....

But since I don't, you will just have to imagine. Except for the puppies. Those you can see and have in real life.

HAZMAT MAMA

Friday I went over to help my mother cut down and poison some black locust trees. These trees have huge thorns on them that destroy tires, tractor and truck alike. I would have pictures, but you know. She had already informed me that the plan is to cut down the trees and then spray the stumps with some poison. I was not too worried until we actually got out there. She gets ready to mix the "stuff" up and I start to become concerned. Now mind you I have just dressed in a jacket, t-shirt, and jeans. Mom puts on a face mask, rubber gloves, another long sleeve-shirt on top of what she already has on.

Mom? Do I need a mask?

Oh no...you'll be fine...

Uhm...okay.....

I am just extra cautious with this stuff.

Right....and I am not at all nervous..... because this is coming from the same woman who inadvertently medicates herself each time we work cows and doesn't bat an eye. She might twitch....but never bat. (Sorry mom....but you know you laughed;))

My job was to cut down the trees while mom sprayed the stumps.The main goal was staying up wind of the spray, which really wasn't all that bad considering she used a hand sprayer, but the pseudo-drama of it all kept the monotony down. I survived the day with few battle scars. And some seriously sore triceps.