There is no denying that we own a dog who we love and adore. Genga is just one of those special dogs that come into your life once in a blue moon. I see the love her and Caroline have for each other, and proudly reflect on the love and special bond I shared with my sweet Bailey. Although Bailey was with us for Caroline's early years, he passed while she was still young enough to not really get to understand how fabulous he was. So, now I am so grateful Caroline has the chance to grow up with a "great" dog and learn so many lessons from. With that said, Caroline had a few lessons of her own to teach Genga this morning.
This morning was a cool and rainy morning, so Genga basked in getting her first blow-out as I took the hair dryer to her coat as I was doing my own hair this morning- yes, I blow dried Genga's coat...don't judge. Genga assumed the position of resting in the closet (it is a large walk in that is part of our bath) while I finished getting ready. Caroline came in for her turn and what happened next was one of the sweetest exchanges I have seen. I asked Caroline to get on the step stool so I could put her hair up. She said "ok, Mommy, but I need to tell Genga something first." Assuming this was another delay tactic I said "ok, but hurry up.." and waited to see what would happen next. Caroline sat down with Genga (who was staring at Caroline the whole time) and said "Genga, I lub you bery much and I want you to be safe so there are rules you need to know about." I did my best not to giggle as I had no idea where this was going and stood there to see what came out of her mouth next. Please note, as this list of "rules" was given to Genga, Caroline held Genga's face with her left hand and was using the fingers on her right to "count" out the five rules which were to follow. Here are the rules in Caroline's order.
1- "Genga, always listen to mommy and daddy. They lub you-well, I know Mommy does, bery much and my mommy wants you to be a good girl- remember though...I am your mommy and you are Pam's mommy but we can talk about that later."
2- "Genga, never-ever go to the road. There are cars that go by fast and you cannot play in the road...pwease do not get hit, so do not go to that road. The road is BAD and you cannot go up there- okay?"
3- "Genga, please do not eat a chicken. Mommy will get mad at you and you do not want her to be mad at you..."
4- "Genga, when you go outside I need you to listen to me when I call your name. Pwease do not go to the neighbor's house as that is not your yard. You have a nice yard."
5- "Genga, pwease, pwease, pwease always be with us. I lub you bery much and do not want you to get hurt. So, don't leave me or mommy...or the house...or the yard. Okay?"
The tone of her voice and how Genga sat there without taking her eyes off of Caroline melted my heart. I love these two together and am so glad Caroline and Genga have become so close. As we walked out to the car (we left Genga in today so she didn't have to be out in the yucky weather) I told Caroline to watch her step as it could be slippery. She turned and said "wait! Rule #....(counting on her fingers at this point)...6! Genga, watch where you step so you do not slip and fall and get hurt." She then got in the car and said "Mommy, thanks for saying that--I forgot to tell Genga that in the bathroom."
And so, this is the begining of Caroline Knight's "canine safety rules to follow" list that I know may grow later on today.
One can only hope.
Kerri
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Random- one of my "lists"
Do you have those "lists" in your head that come to light every now and then? You know, ones like: "top 10 people I would like to meet before I die" or "people I would have dinner with" and so on. Well, driving home last night, I heard a song that reminded me of one of my own "lists".
10 people (in no particular order, or ranking) who I want to have a beer with one day:
1- Toby Keith
2- Trace Atkins
3- Paula Deen (I want to drink beer and eat something with a stick of butter as the main ingredient with her)
4- Tony Stewart
5- Collin Firth
6- Pink
7- Tommy Lee Jones
8- Al Pacino
9- Bradley Cooper
10- Andy Cohen from Bravo
I should add that I do not need to limit this to just drinking beer--these are people I would like to sit with and drink. Hear their stories, shoot the breeze and gaze at....ok, that was directed at #9. Now, I said no rank, but that might be a little fib. Toby Keith is on the top of this list and has been for years. I want to drink all-American brew with him, talk about the military, go thank soldiers (if my dad drank, he would be doing shots with us...but he will be at the table telling stories for sure) and run around with an American flag tied to my back or something. There is something about him that I like and just think is bad ass-- and I want to do shots of whiskey with the man. Now, there are more people on my list, but they are not famous (per hollywood standards, but to me they are celebrities in their own right) yet they are just my fabulous friends who are a hoot to hang with- when I can drink. :)
Cheers!
10 people (in no particular order, or ranking) who I want to have a beer with one day:
1- Toby Keith
2- Trace Atkins
3- Paula Deen (I want to drink beer and eat something with a stick of butter as the main ingredient with her)
4- Tony Stewart
5- Collin Firth
6- Pink
7- Tommy Lee Jones
8- Al Pacino
9- Bradley Cooper
10- Andy Cohen from Bravo
I should add that I do not need to limit this to just drinking beer--these are people I would like to sit with and drink. Hear their stories, shoot the breeze and gaze at....ok, that was directed at #9. Now, I said no rank, but that might be a little fib. Toby Keith is on the top of this list and has been for years. I want to drink all-American brew with him, talk about the military, go thank soldiers (if my dad drank, he would be doing shots with us...but he will be at the table telling stories for sure) and run around with an American flag tied to my back or something. There is something about him that I like and just think is bad ass-- and I want to do shots of whiskey with the man. Now, there are more people on my list, but they are not famous (per hollywood standards, but to me they are celebrities in their own right) yet they are just my fabulous friends who are a hoot to hang with- when I can drink. :)
Cheers!
Friday, December 16, 2011
Reality bites...
So, I must admit that I do waste about an hour or more of my life a week watching "trash" reality shows such as the RHWof____ and others. I do not like this about myself, but it is like watching a car wreck- you just cannot take your eyes off of it. I also enjoyed them because they make me feel better about myself, and they remind me that the "crazy" I have in my life is nothing like the hot train-wrecks glamorized on TV...for all eternity. With that said, I am starting to get pissed that these "real" people are making BANK for nothing more than showing their asses. Now, I know everyone has a price, but when you are a mom, wife, friend, etc., can you really sleep at night knowing you pimped your soul for cash? Times are tough, and money is tight, but glamorizing dysfunction and being a bitch on TV is not really what one should call a career. What ever happended to going to school, learning a trade/getting a degree and working?
So, today while checking my celebrity gossip of the morning - remember the car wreck...you just cannot help it- I saw something that made me vomit in my mouth a tad. Did you know you can buy--yes, BUY...with your HARD EARNED money- a Kardashian mask? Not just limited to one pimped out child, but apparently several of the clan to choose from. For those who are contemplating buying one, I have a really affordable alternative that I would like to share. Why don't you get a sharpie and a piece of paper and just write "talentless, media-whore pimped out by mother" on it and hold it up to your face. Heck, leave out the "mom" part and just put "talentless whore" and you got the best knockoff money doesn't have to buy (I know someone I could give the second one to by the way). Now, props to them for creating the dynasty they have made for themselves, but really---who gives a flying #*%^ and who would buy this piece of crap? If there is someone out there who would do this, please contact me as I will sell you a photo of my dog's ass for 1/3 of the price. Same principal, right?
So, I am collecting orders for the "ass" you would like to be. I have the "chicken ass", the "horse's ass" (predicted to be a top seller), the "dog's ass" and for the right price you could even bank on the "rat's ass" as part of your selection.
Supplies are NOT limited, so rush today and let me know what your choice is. Act fast and you can get a "two-for-one" deal...and you won't even have to look like a whore with either choice...just an ass.
Toodles!
So, today while checking my celebrity gossip of the morning - remember the car wreck...you just cannot help it- I saw something that made me vomit in my mouth a tad. Did you know you can buy--yes, BUY...with your HARD EARNED money- a Kardashian mask? Not just limited to one pimped out child, but apparently several of the clan to choose from. For those who are contemplating buying one, I have a really affordable alternative that I would like to share. Why don't you get a sharpie and a piece of paper and just write "talentless, media-whore pimped out by mother" on it and hold it up to your face. Heck, leave out the "mom" part and just put "talentless whore" and you got the best knockoff money doesn't have to buy (I know someone I could give the second one to by the way). Now, props to them for creating the dynasty they have made for themselves, but really---who gives a flying #*%^ and who would buy this piece of crap? If there is someone out there who would do this, please contact me as I will sell you a photo of my dog's ass for 1/3 of the price. Same principal, right?
So, I am collecting orders for the "ass" you would like to be. I have the "chicken ass", the "horse's ass" (predicted to be a top seller), the "dog's ass" and for the right price you could even bank on the "rat's ass" as part of your selection.
Supplies are NOT limited, so rush today and let me know what your choice is. Act fast and you can get a "two-for-one" deal...and you won't even have to look like a whore with either choice...just an ass.
Toodles!
Monday, December 12, 2011
And this is why it's named Funny Farm...
Well, I go over a week without posting and then you get a two-in-one for sharing from me today. So, tonight just confirmed why I called this blog the "funny farm" - lord help us.
We have a nice size flock of chickens - AKA the "feathered beasts"- that we tend to daily. We have been fortunate enough to have some generous egg-layers are we are getting 1 1/2- 2 dozen eggs...a day. I like eggs, but there is only so many one can use in a day. Anywho, tonight Caroline and I go to "feed up" and hit the coop after the horses have been taken care of. Since it rained this morning, the beasts are hungry (their snacks got wet) and are being very vocal indicating they are glad to see us. The hens are getting more protective of their eggs and now try to get involved when we go to collect (had one fly up on my shoulder one day- Caroline thought it was cool the hen did it, I thought the bitch was trying to peck out my eyeball). We had to reload all the feeders and swap out some lights, so Caroline was helping "distract" the critters while I did this. I asked her to keep them occupied while I got the eggs and she gladly agreed. Next thing I know I hear her start with "hey, why did one of you cross the road?" That was then followed with "what do you get when you cross a chicken....." I turned and asked "what are you doing?" when she replied with "tell jokes, mommy---you told me to keep them distracted, right?" She had a point, but I had no idea she would bust out with the Caroline Chicken Comedy hour.
So, all eggs (tonight about 20+) were collected and the ladies didn't seem to notice. We head to the barn to close up and I realize my egg basket is inside the house (we used the horse's feed bucket to get them right out of the coop). Not wanting to take their bucket to the house, I think "hmmm...I bet we can get ALL of the eggs in our pockets." So, we load up (Caroline has about 5 on her) and I have the rest...crammed in pockets and my hands are full. The only thing I forgot to consider was how happy my sweet German Shepherd is to greet us as we leave the barn. Yes, you guessed it. Before I could do anything, sweet Genga is barreling at me and prepared to launch into the famous bear-hug she gives so well. So, it happened- her paws and massive body weight landing all right there...at my pockets. I do my best to get her to stop, but remember...ahh yes, my hands are full and for some reason I just feel I cannot sacrifice the eggs in my hands. So, Caroline calls Genga's name- only to fall victim to the hug as well. Caroline didn't pan out so well either...she went all the way down to the ground. The good news is that she laughed the entire time and she did the "stop, drop, save-your-egg-roll" and didn't end up as slimmed as I did.
We tried to compose ourselves and struggled as we laughed all the way to the door. We assessed the damage and actually were able to save some of the eggs. I am now doing an extra load of laundry and Caroline is still talking about it.
And so, this is why my place is truly a funny farm.
Nighty, night!
Catch up...
I haven't posted anything in a while and that is because we have been slammed! Work going great, but we are at our peak time so it is 90-nothing day in, day out. I love what I do, but it is making the days fly by and tis the season for already being short on time. Then you have the upcoming holiday...really, how much shopping have I and done and how prepared is Santa? I have got to step it up and make some magic happen so I do not disappoint anyone. Also, I had a full-load in grad courses this term. I would like to report that I earned 100% on both of my big-ass term paper/projects and I cannot believe it. I put forth the effort, but of course it wasn't until the 9th inning and I am just so glad I work well under pressure. I busted out my last two finals Friday night and called it a wrap.
Oh, yea, let's go ahead and throw in that I am also 6 months pregnant. I am so excited, but I am getting big and physically I hurt...like truly, badly, deeply (my ode to that 90s band) hurt. With no disrespect to anyone who carries a large amount of weight, but really...how do they do it? Every joint hurts, my legs are killing me and when I squatted (mistake #1) down at the store the other day to pick something up--crap, I could barely "pop" back up. I have been blessed with decent weight gain during this pregnancy--and I am trying to stay active--but I just feel large and not so in charge.
Speaking of being active. When does it seem right to say "hey, let's go rake 1.5 acres of pinestraw and re-do the barn this weekend" at 6months pregnant? Let me tell you...not this past weekend. Caroline and I started by just feeding the critters and moving some hay. Well, that led to sweeping out the barn (ok, I had a leaf blower) and moving all the feed--the first "not so smart" physical move of the day. Technically, I didn't "lift" each 50lb bag, but I did move them so I am sure my doctor would kill me if he knew. I dislike when people think that because you are pregnant you cannot do anything. I know I should be resting more and not do so much strenuous work, but in the same since I also do not think it is an excuse to lay around and eat for 9months. I want to be active and stay active....but may break up with the farm work soon. The yard work may take a side road as well--seriously, I didn't realize we had so many f#^&(@# pinetrees on our property. For the record, my barn and yard look like the bomb and as long as no giant windstorms hit and ruin all of my hard work.
Well, I did get a few other accomplishments done. I finally got our Christmas cards done--can I get a Whoop Whoop? Yes, last year we didn't do them (due to a tragic turn of events where it just became unimportant) so this year, I made sure to finish those bad boys. I will say I hope our family and friends do not laugh too hard when they see them- let's just say, the furry children make the cut...in several pics. Hey, if I could have gotten the chickens to pose, they SO would have been included too.
Well, back to work and then I gotta do, do, and do some more. Those cards won't mail themselves you know. :)
Peace
Oh, yea, let's go ahead and throw in that I am also 6 months pregnant. I am so excited, but I am getting big and physically I hurt...like truly, badly, deeply (my ode to that 90s band) hurt. With no disrespect to anyone who carries a large amount of weight, but really...how do they do it? Every joint hurts, my legs are killing me and when I squatted (mistake #1) down at the store the other day to pick something up--crap, I could barely "pop" back up. I have been blessed with decent weight gain during this pregnancy--and I am trying to stay active--but I just feel large and not so in charge.
Speaking of being active. When does it seem right to say "hey, let's go rake 1.5 acres of pinestraw and re-do the barn this weekend" at 6months pregnant? Let me tell you...not this past weekend. Caroline and I started by just feeding the critters and moving some hay. Well, that led to sweeping out the barn (ok, I had a leaf blower) and moving all the feed--the first "not so smart" physical move of the day. Technically, I didn't "lift" each 50lb bag, but I did move them so I am sure my doctor would kill me if he knew. I dislike when people think that because you are pregnant you cannot do anything. I know I should be resting more and not do so much strenuous work, but in the same since I also do not think it is an excuse to lay around and eat for 9months. I want to be active and stay active....but may break up with the farm work soon. The yard work may take a side road as well--seriously, I didn't realize we had so many f#^&(@# pinetrees on our property. For the record, my barn and yard look like the bomb and as long as no giant windstorms hit and ruin all of my hard work.
Well, I did get a few other accomplishments done. I finally got our Christmas cards done--can I get a Whoop Whoop? Yes, last year we didn't do them (due to a tragic turn of events where it just became unimportant) so this year, I made sure to finish those bad boys. I will say I hope our family and friends do not laugh too hard when they see them- let's just say, the furry children make the cut...in several pics. Hey, if I could have gotten the chickens to pose, they SO would have been included too.
Well, back to work and then I gotta do, do, and do some more. Those cards won't mail themselves you know. :)
Peace
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