June bug, June bug go away.
June bug, June bug it's only May!
June bug, June bug get out of my hair.
June bug, June bug you are causing quite a scare.
The end.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Ode to the June bug...
June bug, June bug go away.
June bug, June bug it's only May!
June bug, June bug get out of my hair.
June bug, June bug you are causing quite a scare.
The end.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Underwear? What underwear??
So, I'm not sure how the weather has been treating everybody in their neck of the woods... but here behind the outlet mall it has been HOT, HUMID, and what I might call "GLORIOUS!!!" Yes - I love summer and all that it entails! My husband would rather be ice fishing, but not me folks! Bring on the heat... Anyways, in the midst of this spicy summer weather that we have been sporting, a memory has come to mind that I thought I should share with all of you! Yes, even strangers (Hey y'all!) - I guess I'm just brave like that!
So.... without further ado... pull up a chair (preferably a chaise lounge chair), a cold beverage, and your peepers (if you can't see anything without them (mother!) and enjoy...
Once upon a time, a long time ago, in a land far, far away (actually in Jefferson City, Iowa. Which in my case was REALLY FAR, FAR away in an un-air-conditioned yellow car with sticky fake-leather seats that you had to peel yourself off of and my sisters feet on my lap) my family had all gathered for my dad’s cousins wedding. I remember being just a tad bit miffed that I wasn’t in the wedding as a flower girl, like my other cousin and her 2 brothers. I was BORN for that role, I tell you! No, I was just an on-looker. Sitting in a pew on a hot summers evening awaiting the cake and more importantly ice cream! Now as great as this sounds (wink wink) let me take you back to a few hours previous to this. Cue the crowded motel room where my father, mother, sister and I were all running around to get ready. My mom had laid out my peach colored knit sundress for me and I recall putting that on fresh out of the bathtub but not being able to find any underwear to wear. Now, under normal circumstances you would think I’d go find mommy dearest, or at least call for her a dozen times to have her dig in the clothes to find me my undergarment that I was missing (most likely labeled with the days of the week - NERD) However, I must have either been so hot and ticked off about not being IN the wedding or just didn’t care so I didn’t wear any. Now, I was only 6 or 7 but REALLY should have had something on. But off we went- headed to the chapel - this chick was going commando! Ok… back to the wedding pew. So there I sat. The only one in my family aware of the fact that I was wearing zip. Zero. Zilch underwear! It was kind of a freeing moment (literally) and one in which I knew I had a giant secret and wasn’t about to let it out - at least not yet! The reception site was at a nice restaurant and after dining they had a wedding dance! Now, this was my time to shine! I was an avid dancer and once the music began I was on my feet. In awe of the beautiful bride dancing amongst me! We did the “Hokey Pokey” “Bunny Hop” “Limbo” “Chicken Dance” you name it… I owned it! And I distinctly remember rolling around on the wooden dance floor - under the disco ball just grooving and doing my thing - showing all of the wedding guests my moves - and probably a whole lot more of Maggie then they would ever want to see. Yet there I was! Free as a bird! My mother unaware of the fact that I was NOT I repeat NOT WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR! Cue the motel room a few hours LATER! We are all changing out of our dress clothes and into something a little more comfortable (little did they know how comfortable I really was! Ha!). My mom recommends that I put on some leggings and I remember very non-shalantly saying “Ok. But shouldn’t I put some underwear on first.” And that my friends, is when all holy hell broke loose in Jefferson City, Iowa. Now I don’t remember all of the details, but I do remember my mother being absolutely mortified at the fact that her daughter had just attended a wedding AND reception AND danced all over “God’s green earth” without any underwear! She was the woman whose daughters ALWAYS had nice dress-up clothes (whether they were hand me downs or not) and a matching cardigan to attend any type of event. This “no underwear” event about sent her overboard! There was a lot of “Maggie Amanda! How could you?” “Why didn’t you ask for some?” “Did you LOOK for some?” “Oh my goodness gracious land sakes alive!” “This is UN-ACCEPTABLE! Do you hear me!?” All the while, I of course began crying because my secret had finally come out AND because I think I was probably embarrassed! Let’s just say I was put in underwear and didn’t make much eye contact with my mom for the rest of the evening. But when I was re-hashing this story with her before writing this we both had to just throw our heads back and laugh because we’re pretty sure this instance began my wild streak - even though the wild part of me didn’t necessarily come out until, oh, say college - I think it all really began in Iowa at the wedding when I didn’t get to be a flower girl so instead I decided awww… screw the underwear! Who needs em’!
P.S. I will not tell you if I am wearing underwear at this very moment! But, if you ask me to attend your wedding - you can figure it out for yourself!
Happy Wednesday,
Mamasita
So.... without further ado... pull up a chair (preferably a chaise lounge chair), a cold beverage, and your peepers (if you can't see anything without them (mother!) and enjoy...
Once upon a time, a long time ago, in a land far, far away (actually in Jefferson City, Iowa. Which in my case was REALLY FAR, FAR away in an un-air-conditioned yellow car with sticky fake-leather seats that you had to peel yourself off of and my sisters feet on my lap) my family had all gathered for my dad’s cousins wedding. I remember being just a tad bit miffed that I wasn’t in the wedding as a flower girl, like my other cousin and her 2 brothers. I was BORN for that role, I tell you! No, I was just an on-looker. Sitting in a pew on a hot summers evening awaiting the cake and more importantly ice cream! Now as great as this sounds (wink wink) let me take you back to a few hours previous to this. Cue the crowded motel room where my father, mother, sister and I were all running around to get ready. My mom had laid out my peach colored knit sundress for me and I recall putting that on fresh out of the bathtub but not being able to find any underwear to wear. Now, under normal circumstances you would think I’d go find mommy dearest, or at least call for her a dozen times to have her dig in the clothes to find me my undergarment that I was missing (most likely labeled with the days of the week - NERD) However, I must have either been so hot and ticked off about not being IN the wedding or just didn’t care so I didn’t wear any. Now, I was only 6 or 7 but REALLY should have had something on. But off we went- headed to the chapel - this chick was going commando! Ok… back to the wedding pew. So there I sat. The only one in my family aware of the fact that I was wearing zip. Zero. Zilch underwear! It was kind of a freeing moment (literally) and one in which I knew I had a giant secret and wasn’t about to let it out - at least not yet! The reception site was at a nice restaurant and after dining they had a wedding dance! Now, this was my time to shine! I was an avid dancer and once the music began I was on my feet. In awe of the beautiful bride dancing amongst me! We did the “Hokey Pokey” “Bunny Hop” “Limbo” “Chicken Dance” you name it… I owned it! And I distinctly remember rolling around on the wooden dance floor - under the disco ball just grooving and doing my thing - showing all of the wedding guests my moves - and probably a whole lot more of Maggie then they would ever want to see. Yet there I was! Free as a bird! My mother unaware of the fact that I was NOT I repeat NOT WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR! Cue the motel room a few hours LATER! We are all changing out of our dress clothes and into something a little more comfortable (little did they know how comfortable I really was! Ha!). My mom recommends that I put on some leggings and I remember very non-shalantly saying “Ok. But shouldn’t I put some underwear on first.” And that my friends, is when all holy hell broke loose in Jefferson City, Iowa. Now I don’t remember all of the details, but I do remember my mother being absolutely mortified at the fact that her daughter had just attended a wedding AND reception AND danced all over “God’s green earth” without any underwear! She was the woman whose daughters ALWAYS had nice dress-up clothes (whether they were hand me downs or not) and a matching cardigan to attend any type of event. This “no underwear” event about sent her overboard! There was a lot of “Maggie Amanda! How could you?” “Why didn’t you ask for some?” “Did you LOOK for some?” “Oh my goodness gracious land sakes alive!” “This is UN-ACCEPTABLE! Do you hear me!?” All the while, I of course began crying because my secret had finally come out AND because I think I was probably embarrassed! Let’s just say I was put in underwear and didn’t make much eye contact with my mom for the rest of the evening. But when I was re-hashing this story with her before writing this we both had to just throw our heads back and laugh because we’re pretty sure this instance began my wild streak - even though the wild part of me didn’t necessarily come out until, oh, say college - I think it all really began in Iowa at the wedding when I didn’t get to be a flower girl so instead I decided awww… screw the underwear! Who needs em’!
P.S. I will not tell you if I am wearing underwear at this very moment! But, if you ask me to attend your wedding - you can figure it out for yourself!
Happy Wednesday,
Mamasita
Monday, May 24, 2010
ThE LeGo InCiDeNt...
Ok, so one of the main reasons why I started this blog (actually the only reason) was to share with the world all of my stories! What kind of stories you might ask, my oh my let me tell you this girl has got stories! :-) From growing up behind a bait shop and trying to save minnows - (this bait shop eventually turned into a strip club when I was 11 (a whole different story) - to studying abroad in the mountains of Spain - to meeting my hunky delicous dimpled husband (it's true!) - to giving birth to a buster ... I have alot to share! And can hardly wait! So... on with the show... this blog selection is entitled "The Lego Incident" and stars none other than myself and my adorable yet "up to no good" nephew Willem - I call him Willfred:
Now to give you a bit of background information let me just tell you that after Josie was born and was 2 weeks old to the day, we packed our suitcases, a newborn, and the dog (of course) and headed to the prairie to stay with my sister and her family (Willfred's mom - my sister - an angel sent from above) for what ended up being one solid month so my hubby could help a friend combine corn! We needed money - the corn needed to be combined - so that was that! It was one of the BEST BLESSINGS in the world - I was dealing with postpardum depression and my sister had alot of experience to share! Ok... back to the story:
So, one evening my darling sister has agreed to take the crying baby (she was going thru a fussy stage - help me Rhonda!) so I can go upstairs to the bathtub to shave my legs and relax! So there I sit.... water up to my chin.... legs dangling here and there. head back. eyes closed. and hanging on by a thread - child birth is not for the weary my friends - completely unaware of the fact that little ole' Willfred had made his way up the grand staircase and was doing whatever he pleased in the next room! So.... my head is back and my eyes are closed and all of the sudden a little hand comes around my neck and little tiny edible fingers shove a lego in my mouth! And Willem says in his little old man voice "You eat it." Now not only am I practically peeing all over myself AND in my bath water, but I am also trying not to swallow the small lego that has been shoved into my esophogas! So I gasp... flail around for a bit... come to after almost drowning and look and there stands Willfred - a not quite naked 1 year old in his size 3 diaper (what Josie wears now!) staring at me! Not laughing. Not smiling. Just looking at me and wanting to know how the lego tasted! I busted out laughing and he kind of grins non-chalantly and goes walking out of the room as though he hadn't just seen his Auntie's post pregnancy body drowning it's sorrows away! (Poor little fella!) God love him!
Happy Bathing y'all!
Now to give you a bit of background information let me just tell you that after Josie was born and was 2 weeks old to the day, we packed our suitcases, a newborn, and the dog (of course) and headed to the prairie to stay with my sister and her family (Willfred's mom - my sister - an angel sent from above) for what ended up being one solid month so my hubby could help a friend combine corn! We needed money - the corn needed to be combined - so that was that! It was one of the BEST BLESSINGS in the world - I was dealing with postpardum depression and my sister had alot of experience to share! Ok... back to the story:
So, one evening my darling sister has agreed to take the crying baby (she was going thru a fussy stage - help me Rhonda!) so I can go upstairs to the bathtub to shave my legs and relax! So there I sit.... water up to my chin.... legs dangling here and there. head back. eyes closed. and hanging on by a thread - child birth is not for the weary my friends - completely unaware of the fact that little ole' Willfred had made his way up the grand staircase and was doing whatever he pleased in the next room! So.... my head is back and my eyes are closed and all of the sudden a little hand comes around my neck and little tiny edible fingers shove a lego in my mouth! And Willem says in his little old man voice "You eat it." Now not only am I practically peeing all over myself AND in my bath water, but I am also trying not to swallow the small lego that has been shoved into my esophogas! So I gasp... flail around for a bit... come to after almost drowning and look and there stands Willfred - a not quite naked 1 year old in his size 3 diaper (what Josie wears now!) staring at me! Not laughing. Not smiling. Just looking at me and wanting to know how the lego tasted! I busted out laughing and he kind of grins non-chalantly and goes walking out of the room as though he hadn't just seen his Auntie's post pregnancy body drowning it's sorrows away! (Poor little fella!) God love him!
Happy Bathing y'all!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Splish Splash!!!
My oh my have we been LOVING this yummy summer weather! It definately beats the rainy gunk that's been greeting us lately! Waking up to the sun shining. Birds tweeting. And a baby cooing in the next room over just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! And extremely blessed! :-)
We have been taking advantage of the balmy 75 - 80 degree weather by hopping into the kitty pool (I know, I know it's kiddie pool - but kitty just sounds cuter to me!) the past few days - yes, that's right, I said "we" as in Josie AND 6 foot 1 inch mamasita! It's quite a sight but we love the water! And this ain't no cold - outta the hose - makes your hair stand on end water either! I personally fill "our" pool with warm water from the tap in a giant soup pot! Dang, I'm good!
Anyways .... here's a few snapshots .... none of post-preggo mama though! Sorry!
P.S. You'll notice that little miss is attempting to stand up and hop out of the pool and go grab Diet Cokes for both of us, but she hasn't quite mastered it yet! (Wink Wink)
We have been taking advantage of the balmy 75 - 80 degree weather by hopping into the kitty pool (I know, I know it's kiddie pool - but kitty just sounds cuter to me!) the past few days - yes, that's right, I said "we" as in Josie AND 6 foot 1 inch mamasita! It's quite a sight but we love the water! And this ain't no cold - outta the hose - makes your hair stand on end water either! I personally fill "our" pool with warm water from the tap in a giant soup pot! Dang, I'm good!
Anyways .... here's a few snapshots .... none of post-preggo mama though! Sorry!
P.S. You'll notice that little miss is attempting to stand up and hop out of the pool and go grab Diet Cokes for both of us, but she hasn't quite mastered it yet! (Wink Wink)
Monday, May 17, 2010
Up, Up and AWAY!!!
This past weekend, my hubby had the baby all to himself at his parents house (I was away on a girls weekend - more about that soon!) and informed me that Josie had pulled herself up to stand 3 times! Twice on a foot stool and once on a saucer! The girls got strength - let me tell you - her arms are ginormous!
So... this morning as I am cleaning and chugging coffee (a girls weekend doesn't include much sleep) I look to see how Buster is doing and there she is - getting ready to stand by the coffee table! I dropped my mop... grabbed the camera... and it was like watching Bambi try to stand!!! Up she went and then she had no idea what to do... so she just fell over and kept playing! What a CHAMP! :- )
Friday, May 14, 2010
Miss Thang :-)
Ok... so after all of the talk about little miss Josie in my previous post I thought I should share with you the delight of my life! She's currently 6 1/2 months old and a total joy!!! Almost crawling. Managed to pull herself up the other day (couldn't believe that!!!) and is loud and proud (kind of like her mama!?) Everyday I am reminded what a precious miracle babies are and how lucky I am to be with mine day in and day out - although we do have our trying times... current example: teething... She is a total blast! I can't wait for all of our summer adventures! So here she is folks: Miss Josie Kay:
Much more to come.... I hope that tides you over!
Much more to come.... I hope that tides you over!
Horses, Cattles and calves oh my!!!
So this past weekend Josie and I loaded up the good ole Bravada with about a trillion bins, boxes, and miscellanious items for my sisters annual garage sale (3 and a half hours away I might add)! Now let me tell you, in western Minnesota they DO NOT mess around when it comes to garage saleing! We had advertised that we would be open 3-6 on Friday and the cars were parked and people were waiting outside of the garage door at 2:55! It was a complete success, and totally not what this post is about! :-) sorry.... now where was I... oh yes... the drive there was a 3 and a half hour one and most of it was back woods style - scenic country - DELCIOUS to the eyes! I have a dream to live on a farm with horses, chickens, goats (maybe), cats, dogs, and the whole nine yards... until then I bask on my 1 acre spread with all I've got! So as I am driving it just got better and better - farm after farm!!! I would squeel and yell back to Josie (as if she understood - poor lass) "Look at the mama cow!!!!!! Ohhhhhhh Josie look at the baby!!!!!!!!! The baby is nursing... you didn't nurse... but that's ok!!! Ohhhh look at the horses Josie! Aren't hey beeeautiful? Someday mommy will take you riding!" Yadda Yadda Yaddda... I was so tempted to get my camera out and snap a few (or 80) shots of the creatures we came across, but alas, we had a garage sale to run! Money to make! And people waiting!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
My First Blog EVER! Eeek!
Okay.... so after much contemplating I have officially decided to start a blog! Wooo Hooo! I am really excited and have so many thoughts, ideas and stories - I am bursting at the seams! Giddy up... let's go!
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