Hammin' it up while trying to bring home the bacon!

SOOOOO, the last event of the county fair is always the greased pig contest.

The object of this event is to catch the pig.

The main question is "Do you get to keep the pig?"

YES YOU DO!

Next question, "What are you going to do with it if you catch it?"

Well, this year we had a grand plan.

A bonfire pig roast.

Yes, my vegetarian sister would be horrified by such an event.

There are no words really to explain this fiasco.

So I leave you with some of the pictures and quotes about
MUD!!!!!  AND PIGS!!!!!

"They come because they are looking forward to beautiful, crystal-clear water.

But they're getting mud or, as someone called it, cocoa."

"How dirty do your feet have to get without suffocating yourself in the mud 

in order to get and inch of what you really want done?

"I am very proud to be called a pig.  It stands for PRIDE, INTEGRITY, and GUTS." 

"Litigation:  A machine you go into as a pig and come out of as sausage."

"These are bagpipes.  

I understand the inventor of the bagpipes was inspired when he saw a man carrying an indignant, asthmatic pig under his arm.  Unfortunately, the man-made sound never equaled the purity of the sound achieved by the pig."

"When you tell people about the mud pit, 

you separate yourself from anybody else who does any kind of athletic activity."

"Pigs prefer to wallow in clean mud."

"If you see a defense team with dirt and mud on their backs, they've had a bad day." 

"I remember my mother always finding mud somehow 

and putting it on the sting"

 "War has rules, mud wrestling has rules - politics has no rules."

"The world is mud-lucious and puddle-wonderful."

"He who slings mud generally looses ground."

"We sit in the mud and reach for the stars."

"Here I've been waiting for 20 years to dance with Fred Astaire, 

and what do I get?  Mud in my eye!"  

"That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages,

 and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere.  

Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place!"

"A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head,

 and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot."

"I like my women to be feminine, not sliding into tackles and covered in mud."

"Fame is like a shaved pig with a greased tail, and it is only after it has slipped through the hands of some thousands that some fellow, by mere chance, holds on to it!"

"The next day my daughter asked, 'Mom, are you sore?'

I answered, 'Yes dear, I am. I am not sure how it's possible but my whole body even both of my ears are very sore.' "

 -  Hootiecootie

I love Telemarketers!

This evening, I was making pizzas.

The phone rings.

I am not too sure who it is (caller ID you know) and I am watching other people's children so I don't want to miss a call.

"Hello."

"Um, hello (heavy overseas accent), how are you?"

"I am fine, thank you.  How are you?"  Why did I answer the phone?  And how am I going to charitably get out of this?

"I am great.  (uncomfortable pause)  Congratulations.  You have just won a free wireless security system.  How do you feel about that?"

WAHOOOOOOOO!  I have an answer for that!!!!!

"Thank you so much but I already have a wireless security system.  We own several guns and are not afraid to use them."


VERY LONG SILENCE  . . . . . . . . 


"Oh . . . . . . . Thank you."  


CLICK


The right comeback is so satisfying!!!!

Only a boy would say this! Again.

I love my time in the morning.

It is so quiet and peaceful.

I choose to be in my sewing/laundry room while my children eat breakfast.

It gives them the feeling they are alone and yet I can hear their interesting conversations.

Yesterday morning while listening to my boys, I heard the following:

Mom is so strong!

Yeah!  Mom is so strong she can pick up a huge tree!

This bantering went back and forth until the following really caught my attention:

Yeah, well Mom is so mean and tough even a bazooka is scared of her!

Hummmmm, all of this led me to I wonder if they have seen me in my super hero outfit?

What?  Haven't those guys in the back ever seen a super hero in action before?

Vote 2012!!!

Vote 2012!!!!

Are you aggravated with the current administration?

Are you disgusted by the way politicians boldly lie?

Well listen up folks . . . . . .

Do I have a candidate for you!!!!

He can not tell a lie and makes all decisions 

based on real logic!!!

No, George Washington is not running for re-election!

You get my vote!  

More AVAILABLE MEN, ladies!!

Really girls!  What is the matter with either of these 2 fine fellows!

Either one is surely willing to fight for your affection!

Out my back door this morning.

I have lived here 12 and a half years. 

I have never seen a rainbow in the morning.  

In the evening, we have seen some but then the location is always out the front of the house.

The miracles of God's nature will always amaze and thrill me.

Thank you.  I needed this!

Do you ever feel like this?

Do you ever NOT feel like doing the jobs you should be doing?

Oh yeah, this is me this week!


And yes, the look I have on my own face is about the same.

I think I have done this before!!!!!

AHHHHHH, blue material EVERYWHERE!!!!!!

Remember man (and horse) that thou art dust and unto dust thou shalt return.

Well . . . . . it is inevitable for us all.

We are all going to die.

When you own animals, you know they will die, too.

Here is Goldie - alive and well!

Luke and Goldie at a horse show.

Here is Goldie on her last big trip:  Giving rides at St. Francis de Sales Summer at the Oratory.

Sunday night at 9:00 pm, I returned home to hear that she was down and probably not going to make it through the night.  She was a good horse and had taught many to ride including a couple of mine.  She was over 33 years old (probably closer to 35).  In human years, that would make her a little over 100 years old.

Monday morning, I did the only thing a good mother would do:  send her children to see if she had died.  I think they are a bit tougher than I am.  No, she was still down but eating hay.  Not good. In vain, we tried to get her up.

Then came the call to the vet.

Then came the vet.  

There was no hope and we all knew it.  These are decisions my parents used to make for me.  My turn.  

After Goldie passed away, only a boy would ask, "Can I keep one of her teeth?"  

No, it was NOT John who asked.

My reply, "No, I don't think we will or should keep any souvenirs of her."  Thank you very much!!!!!

Then came the very interesting "backhoe" burial the next morning.

I couldn't help but tease my children that too bad I hadn't kicked the bucket too last night.  

They could have erected a sign which read,

"HERE LIES ONE HAG AND ONE NAG".

The next day we receive this card from the vet who came out.

The next day we receive this from the vet who came out. 

Cheers Goldie!!!!  You were a really sweet horse!!!!

I'll drink to that!

Who says there aren't any available men out there?

Quit your whining ladies and just pick one!

I attended the hottest event in town!!!!

It is true.  The internet and social circles around are buzzing with the details of the wonderful evening:  The Gaudete Benefit Gala.

I didn't want any of MY readers to think I hadn't attended and that I was a social DUD.

Nobody knew but the event was put on by the best friends in the whole world just for me.  Okay, not just for me, really to raise money for the music department at St. Francis de Sales Oratory in St. Louis, MO.

The truth is this:   Two of the cutest and most talented gentlemen in the whole wide world did perform at this event just for me!

Sorry, it is a little out of focus.
Even my camera got a little teary eyed!
Exquisite!

Here is the other handsome fellow that sang for me.

I bought this fine fellow at the silent auction.
Mother Crab, do you really think they would have this item at Sotheby's?
I get him for a whole day!

I will be one of those people I said I never would be:  with my sleeping bag, cooler, camped out waiting to get my hands on a ticket next year!

Oh, don't anyone tell Mr. Peanut about all of this.

Reunited with an old flame!!!

I know it sounds a little nutty but it is true.

I loved him so much when I was young.

My dad introduced us, even approved and liked him, too.

But alas, someone stole him away from me.

Maybe it was because I used him too often.

I would reminisce about him from time to time wondering whatever became of him.

Then one cold winter morning, it happened  . . . .

My breathe was taken away!

There he was again, discarded and lonely living in a box!

An old flame still burns brightly . . . . . .

I promise I will never use you again!

Mr. Peanut, I love you so much!!!!

Thank you interesting "follower"!

Tonight, we were perusing our blog.  As I have stated before, the stats section is always intriguing.  We were looking to see how people find Hootiecootie and friends.  

Under the "keyword search" section, we found this typed in "girl  leg  converse".

The girl (with the leg and converse) and Hootiecootie haven't laughed so hard in a long time.  

I am not sure what they were looking for but they got us!

One more shot of the converse and part of the legs