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  • "I'm so busy.... I don't know if I found a rope... or lost my donkey! - Unknown"
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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Twas The Night Before Thanksgiving....

and all through the house....no one was sleeping....and I do mean NO ONE. My parents have a "designer dog" who is 3 lbs and about 6 months old. I brought our two dogs with us cause there was no one at home to let them out. Well when we arrived with dogs and kids, their little dog Bubba was like a wind up toy.

I went to sleep upstairs. There was a baby gate at the bottom of the stairs and I asked Granny if I could take it down. She said she didn't care. So I went upstairs and went to sleep. A little while later Carlie sticks her head in the door and says "Mom are you in here?" and wakes me up. She climbs in bed with me. I go back to sleep and Frank sticks his head in my door and says "Mom are you in here? Which room are you in?" and wakes me up. Then a few minutes later, Bubba is in our room whining. I can't figure out what he wants, so I send Carlie downstairs with him. I get up sometime in the middle of the night....go by Frank's door and he is playing DS....take it away from him. Go down the stairs to the bathroom without turning on the light cause I know the place like the back of my hand. I get to the bottom of the stairs and flip over the baby gate that my Mom put back UP and crashed into the wall across from the bottom of the stairs. I hit my shoulder, elbow, wrist, turned my ankle and drug it on the carpet and got a carpet burn. And not one single person comes to check on me!!! So I go ...er limp... back to bed.

I sleep in the next morning and get up as say "Man that was a rough night. I fell down the stairs. Why did you put the baby gate back up?" Libby goes "Well I wish it HAD been down and all the dogs would have been upstairs with YOU." Apparently Bubba had whined and gone between my parent's bed and Libby and Madi on the fold out couch all night long. Finally at 3am, Granny got up and put him in the bathroom at the bottom of the stairs. Libby got up at 6am to go to the bathroom and didn't know he was in there and let him back out.

Meanwhile, Bob was sleeping in the back room with the door shut. He said Bo (our lab) was wanting outside every few minutes (there's a door in that room that leads outside and has a dog door)...I bet I let him outside 19 times. And then Boots (our Cocker Spaniel) went out the doggie door, but couldn't figure out how to get back in and started barking so I got up and let him in. About the time I finally got to sleep that little dog started squealing like a pig" (when Granny put him in the bathroom). Granny chimes in "Well that was the only time I got any sleep when he was in the bathroom!!!!"

I asked if anyone heard me fall down the stairs. Bob said he did, but he thought it was the resident ghost. Frank said he did but didn't think he needed to come check on me. Sheesh what a wild night. All things considered we had a great Thanksgiving.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Sunday, November 28, 2010


I don't know if this falls under materialistic, smart, devious, I'm smarter than the tooth fairy she obviously needs instructions??????

The photo isn't very clear. I found her WALLET under her pillow with a pointed note pointing to a compartment in the wallet and it says "Dear Tooth Fairy put money here".


Friday, November 5, 2010

Leaving The Nest

The last of my babies is "on wheels". Frank taught Madi how to ride her bike....Granny taught Carlie. And no, that's not a trick of the camera....she's riding at some really funky angles!! LOL.

Thursday, November 4, 2010


Libby comes up with all these crazy phrases.

She saw a possum tonight at the farm. She didn't know what it was. She came in with her eyes big and said she saw a gray rat that was four times bigger than a cat and didn't have any hair on its tail.

Earlier she told her little sister "You can't drink any of that milk in the fridge cause it's all soiled."


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