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Not only that I had Oaklee in July and My pregnancies are a little bit risky so I was told not to do things like, oh, say, mowing lawns.
Anyway. Roger was preg checking cows a couple weeks ago for a man that has a son that works at Hew Holland Equipment. This son happened to be helping with the cows and ended up selling Roger this ride on mower for half price. I ,grudgingly, (secretly relieved) agreed that it would be alright and that we could even have the boys run a yard business in the summers to pay it off. the boys agreed to that, so these two salesmen brought my new lawn mower to me. They proceeded to unload it off the truck and explained to me how to use it. Having done so they told me to go ahead and jump on and try it out. So, on I get. Now I could be lying here, but it wouldn't surprise me if they weren't just a little bit excited to have me try this mower out, and being so, smiled secretly at each other behind my back. So, as I said, on I get. I turn on the mower drive it around my drive way once pull it into the garage, and jump off as I say
"Well, that's pretty easy not much to it really."
The one salesman turns to the other and says. something like "That's not fair it took me a week to figure out how to run this thing."
The other one says, "I know I drove it in circles for half an hour before I figured it out."
The first salesman then says, "Why are women so much better at things like this? My first ride I shoved it into gear popped a wheely and sped down the driveway so fast I was scared to death."
I just shrugged a bit sealed the deal and went on in the house, breathing a huge sigh of relief that I hadn't done something that stupid.
I Can't wait till summer gets here. I love mowing. Just ask Caib.
This is one of the poems Caib did
Cowboy in Rollerblades
I’m sure enough a cowboy
With my wrangler jeans and all.
I’ve been ridin’ in the saddle
Since I was pretty small.
I’d snicker at them city dudes
In their great big baggy britches
And watchin’ them with roller blades
Would have me near in stitches.
A rollin down the sidewalks
With their underwear’s in view
Come on now admit it
It’s had you a laughin, too.
Then one day I decided
Before I laugh and joke
About them silly foot wheels
That I’ve seen on city folk.
I’d have a little go at it
I’d try them wheels out
Heck! it couldn’t be that hard,
And I think I’m pretty stout.
I put the wheels on my feet
I stand and for I know it
My right foots headed skyward
And my left foots back below it.
I never knowed my body
Would stretch out in quite that way
I never could get up again
Until I put them wheels away.
Now thinkin’ back upon it
I sure am really glad
I was born a country boy
To a country lovin’ dad.
And climbin back upon my horse
Is sure a mighty treat
Cause I know that I’m plumb lucky
He aint got wheels on his feet!
-Cathy Brian-
We got home this morning from taking kids to school etc.. and he sits down on the floor with his cars and plays for a minute. Then he says to me
"Mom, what are these letters?"
a pause and then
"this ones an I this ones a T and here's an L"
I, of course, shake my head and grab the camera.
And finally here is his, self thought of, snack time activity. Making pretzel words. He informed me that he was writing his name. After using up all the pretzels he announces:
"There, see Mom, That says me."(proof that he's not a genius, just smart like most kids.) I had to help him make the R's but he insisted he needed R's in his name.