You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...

Today is my mother's 60th birthday. I swear she does not look a day over 55 . I wish to her many more years to celebrate and to always have a special day just for herself.

My mother is my "sunshine". She would always sing that song to us as little rugrats. She still sings it but now it's to Matthew, my nephew. It makes me happy yet slightly jealous; I hope my mother has all the time in the world to enjoy her grandson and to watch him grow like she has seen her children grow. I wish her so much happiness. I love you mommy!

You are my sunshine, My only sunshine
You make me happy when skys are grey
You'll never know dear How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away.

the most premium bitch around

This is my Molly-dog. I love the little rascal a whole bunches. When I first brought her to the country we would run without her leash on. Until one day the little snot nose decided to run for the road. Which really isn't a good thing, you know? And a few days after that she tried it again. Finally we put her on probation and she was confined to the leash throughout the summer.

Well Molly is off probation and is on a warning alone. Tonight we played with her under inflated ball in the yard. She gave it her all and ran and ran and ran some more. Molly likes to run that's for certain. The only problem is is that she does not always like to come directly to you. She does this thing where she lays down 5 feet from me and drops the ball on the ground. I think she's just exercising her cuteness.

It's like she knew I was writing about her because she just came up to me and started jumping on my lap. By the way, she is so not a lap dog-no matter what she thinks. Her slender 65 lbs. is not meant to be on my lap. She is my little fluffy-flanks molly mcbutter.

Burning down the house

This was at our annual "sportun bonfire". Wicked awesome, right? See, my Mom is the biggest pyro that ever walked the earth. Her favorite season-Fall. You know why? Because the leaves fall, need to be raked and therefore need to be burned. I'm telling you, she's psycho.

What we do is starting every spring we prune all 300 trees on the property(exaggerating slightly but there are a lot). We build a pile with all the branches from Spring through early Fall. We also add on anything else that might burn. Let's say Allen decides to rip out the cabinets in his kitchen-they get thrown on the pile. Melissa is bored one day and decides to tear off the paneling in the basement-it gets thrown on the pile. My Dad has three bags of scrap studs from our jobs-they get sorted through and tossed on the pile. My mom gets a burst of energy and starts rumaging through the basement-I think you get the point.

This year we actually had two bonfires; one on Mother's Day and the second about a month ago. Dude, it's such a killer time. I wish you all could have been there. Of course one of our newer neighbors didn't have a clue and called the fire department because our "house" was on fire. Newbies, I tell ya. So, I guess that makes it 4 years running for the fire department to make a showing. This is one reason I like living out here. The freedom to do what we want on our 5 acres and the privacy we have is amazing. It's so refreshing sometimes.

I'm flapping my wings trying not to fall from the nest.

I just lost everything I was going to post. Son of a bitch.

I can't figure out how to add links to friends bloggers. Or any other sites in general. Why must I be so inept at this thing?

my new favorite photo

That's my big sister Amy and her beau Bernard. This picture is great since they didn't even know I was taking it. I cannot believe she's 29 now.

How time flies.

Everyone Else Is...

So here I go.

"BAHHHHHHHH"