the escapades of a Proverbs 31 wannabe
Now go to Mary’s blog and see how boring she was today-play along too! Last week she challenged me to be more boring and I told her I could out-bore even HER–leave a comment here if my grass-growing post was more boring than hers (if you can keep awake long enough after reading through the bore-wars that is!) Also stay tuned for next week when I add a bit of drama to my boring post!!
YEP! I’m playing with Mary over at Hope Echoes this week! Jump on the ol’ chuckwagon and play along!
Here’s my very first deliberate attempt at being boring!–I have already had many successes without any effort at all-this should be a cake-walk!
HUMPH!! My PC refuses to recognize that I have put the card from the camera in… I’ll have to improvise and save the boring pics for next week! oooo the pressure….words only….here we go! I also hit publish instead of draft and can’t seem to switch it to a later publish time so I guess I will get a jump on all the other people being boring tomarrow by posting Fri night! That’s me-boring AND early!
SO–I would like to quote an esteemed member of my household for this post-one we all look to many times a day for giudance-we make decisions and change even the speed at which we do things based on what he says!
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How’d I do? Pop over to Mary’s place and play along!
Have I ever shown you my sewing corner?
Messy I know-HUSH!-that’s creativity in action–not my point–look closer…
OH YEAH! There it is! see?
I KNEW I put it someplace safe!! THAT my friends is my cool postcard from my cool cyber-twin! cool huh? indubitably cool says Miss Marple-now where DID I leave that knitting?
(although I am more the Mrs. Polifax type–ever read those books?)
QUESTION: Where has Old Woman of abroadermark GONE??
CLUE 1: She went to NYC with her special la-dee-da choir to sing at Carnegie Hall no less.
CLUE 2: On June 9 I recieved a very cool postcard from NEW YORK CITY! With a cute witty message on the back–I carefully placed said card in a safe place to photo and post here. Aforementioned safe place remains a mystery though.
CLUE 3: On June 11 there was a mysterious post on her blog saying she was back and very tired.
QUESTIONS:
Did she indeed post that or is this a cover-up of some sort?
IS OW really at home or still in NYC or lost in an airport wandering in circles?
Was that post a cover-up because she fell of the wagon while in that sinful big city and is now so busy drinking COKE like a fish polar bear that she cannot face us???
Or WORSE–does she like THEM better’n us now??
I wish I could find that card and dust it for prints or check it for trace evidence…I mean really…my twin has not come over to play in AGES!! Have you guys seen her??
Ome back ABM-we miss you and love you and welcome you back with open arms (even if you are hopped up on deliceous sirupy caffienated bevrages)
(see how I even try to entrap he with multiple spelling errors? how CAN she resist THAT??)
Mr. Bultitude in BOOTS! and yes, I am holding him still with all my strength-Bear don’t like no boots! Lately we have been thinking that we should have neamed him Burlington (like the train)-called him Burly for short–he pulls and chugs and huffs and puffs just like a locomotive! I still like my Lewis ref though 
Other doggie news…MRS Bultitude has heartworms– 
Monday she goes to the vet for a 3 day treatment to get rid of them. She will have to be sedated a long time. I feel really bad.
AAAAND-not to forget the cute puppy…
of course my dog weighs more than this pup and her owner combined-she is more of a hand-cart to his locomotive. 
OK–I guess now I have no reason to not tackle this list..maybe I’ll just peek at a couple more blogs first…
would NEVER get though a yoga class without giggling!
How ’bout you?
Currently my youngest two are having some name-calling issues. This is a weird thing because it is not something we have ever had much of a problem with ever before. You can also tell they have never had an example for HOW to call names…their method kills me!
First it was Logan (3) running to me saying Anner was calling names…multiple times and then going abck to play-obviously sweet little Anner would not be calling names-he would not even know how so I ignored it (hey! sand is nice and warm around your ears! 
) Eventually I snuck up near their play-zone and listened–Logan: “DON”T call names!” Anner: “NAME!” Logan: “NO NO Anner-DONT call names!” Anner: “NAME!”
Now they make up names…Logan changes the first letter of Anner’s name so he cals him Danner or Banner etc–then amazingly Anner copies him by doing the same–Dogan or Bogan etc-he makes that mental shift and uses the same first letter Logan chooses and changes Logan’s name.
I know this is wrong and the attitude they do it in is purely to try to irk the other person…but it just seems so advanced the way they are doing it–a 2 and 3 year old doing a rhyming and even alliterative kind of thing!
The other thing they had me laughing about? They are potty training together-Logan has it now actually-well…they named IT-on their own. They both call it “my little guy” (as in look what my little guy can do” my little guy likes the door in my breifs”)
And people wonder why I am so flip–around here it is a mammoth task to stay serious for even 5 minutes!!
you don’t have to stick that pea back on yer fork boy! lemme take care o thet thar pesky tidbit fer ya–can I at least lick the bowl???
can u see the socks at the edge of the feild??? I can see them when I write the post but not when I veiw the site…my garden needs tilling and the lawn mower needa a new tire so it will be awhile before I get a tech guy
late edit—I just looked with Internet explorer instead of Mozilla–that works so I must just need to update my browser. later…
I have no time to figure this out but every last bloomin pic on my blog is GONE!!
My blog is reduced to gibberish without pictures!
whatever, OH, whatever will I do??
ALAK ALAS….
can’t even post a pic of my frustration-wrought face!
Books are keys to wisdom’s treasure;
Books are paths that upward lead;
Books are gates to lands of pleasure;
Books are friends.
Come, let us read!
My baby Laurel is officailly a licenced driver!! She passed her behind-the-wheel test yesterday and today took her first solo> (you know..first legal on-the-highway solo–farm kids do plenty driving before that 
)
Do you see that little decal on her truck??
It sez Supersis ’cause she is! SEE??
I am equally proud of THIS accomplishment as well…
her very first knitted sock!!!
I just needed a moment to say…”THATS ma girl!”
This begins the first week of my twenty-first year of marriage! Twenty-wonderful years! BOTH of my readers must know by now the immense patience and total long-suffering required of a man to be married to flip, flighty me for so long–and to STILL pull off that happy look!
Seriously-I have learned so much about strength and persistence and just plain slogging through when things are hard form my man-watching him do the hard thing because it was best for US–watching him work a job that left him bruised and bone-tired every night in order to pay either the rent OR the electric. Knowing it was dead-end-and doing it anyway for us–for me!
Praying beside him has taught me what it means to kneel before the God of the Universe-to truly worship with words and to bring everything to Him completely trusting in the answer were more ideas before I experienced them at Scott’s side.
Argueing discussing ideas and ideals as we grow and change and prayerfully seek His will in who we are to become has always challenged me. My man’s patience as he waits for me to catch up to him and prays for and encourages me as I struggle behind is mammoth!
Ever read his blog? He is a thoughful, introspective scolar type-living with a flip, jokey, seriously BAD speller! Take a second to read THIS--we wrote his/her viewpoints of the same incident (the butchering of a pig) on his blog. I think it illustrates how different yet complimentary we are. It also illustrates why we have seperate blogs now…his erudite discussions and my flip observations collide in the blogosphere-yet they make life better in the home. We have very differing readers who I doubt would read each other much (with the exception of those of you who know us and humor me! )
There is the matter of how patient he is with my handicaps as well…I cannot spell to save my life(in spite of a KILLER vocabulary-go figure)–he has to say “my way” or “your way” when directing me driving because I so often confuse left and right and he saves us frequently from financial disaster by being the one to subtract the checkbook-I am good at the faithful recording and regular check-writing and budget following-I cannot subtract for some reason-he saves us from purely silly errors by taking the calculater gently but firmly from my sweaty little hand!
Not to sound to bragadocious or anything…but have you seen the chest on the guy?? 
Twenty years and I still get some serious pitter-pats when he steps in the house after a long week on the road-who am I kidding-after 10 min in the yard!
Let’s also talk for a minute about the sheer number of animals I have foisted upon the poor guy! Tiny baby things.. babysitting and special-care cases-birds, bees, and everything furry between–he has lugged water for salt AND fresh water aquariums and even bought as a surprise varying pets for me–NOT because he liked them but because he knew what would please me! He teases me mercilessly about it yet just smiles and aquieses the very next time I ask. My fav animal-related quote? ” You have to know how much I love you-there is a farm animal in my BED!” (Purl )
Twenty years and I still ALWAYS have fresh flowers in a case or two all summer long-he sometimes buys them but often stops and picks my favorite wildflowers on the side of the road-after a hot dusty day of work no less–he is teaching his boys to treat me like a queen as well..they bring me flowers and hold doors for me and I never walk anywhere without a man (of one size or another) to hold my hand! Watching them look to Daddy for approval when they do these things and Daddy giving a quiet thumbs-up gives me chills! I have no doubts of the way my boys will treat their wives-I can see them copy their Daddy-and with an example like that ANY woman will be lucky to have them!
And–have you SEEN the quality of the children he has given me? and given me? and given me? and given me? etc… That is one SERIOUSLY QUALITY gene pool I been dippin into!
Happy twenty years, my Love, my Life. When I look at who we used to be and who God has made us into together I am filled with anticipation of the next 40 years. Actually the next 5 minutes look pretty sweet too!! I love you Scott!
AND LOOK!
My Walker Weeping Whatsitsnoseits came through the winter right purdy!! I show it to you again when it blooms!
My “Smoke on the Prairie” ?? not. so. much.
I think you need bare legs to get a better grip on the wiley goat’s back. YEAH that’s it! All the toughest rodeo dudes start out sans pants. That rough and tough horned beast’s name?? Peaches! why do you ask?? I don’t think she even bothered to stop grazing the whole time!
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