Uh-Oh! How bad is it that I was standing at my desk eating while reading this? Very, pretty, really, awful bad! Thank you for the blog head slap. I will do better. Today. At lunch…

sigh…

Ain’t love grand!!

I just met my “soul” mate at an antique store in Dallas, Texas! Beautifully stitched, perfectly pre-stretched, gently worn tan boots…just sitting there, waiting for a size 9 country Cinderella to come along!

Happy boot-scoot-boogie birthday, Megan!!

My dream is to meet you! To say thank you in person. How’s that for inspiration….

Hi,yes,I remember doing that too,I used about 4 doz a day at first I think,washed them all,I also miss those hard white leather shoes babys wore and the drawstraing nightgowns,babys used to look like babies,not grown adults.My baby is 35 now,I don,t regret being a stay at home mom,or washing all those diapers.I did not breastfeed,and I regret that,I would of but,the formula companies were pushing formula then,and I felt pushed at the hospital to get a shot to dry up my breast,bad idea,my entire hip turned black as cole,and I hear now that they have stopped that all together,and that it posibly could cause cancer,I hope not,It was a shame because I had lots of milk.And if I had it to do over,I would breast feed.I was only seventeen,and I wish I hadn,t of been pushed.I was timid and let them walk all over me!They sent me home with four samples of formula,and brand new product,called newborn “Pampers”,they were so new that they were not sold yet in our town.My hospital stay cost $800.00,thats all.have a great dy,blessed be,carol

Butterbeans???!!! I thought only southern women called their baby’s bottoms butterbeans? Oh how I laughed when I saw that MaryJane! Do other folks also call girl parts “pookahs” Years ago, my 80 year old ob/gyn confided that “pookah” was his non-medical word for the female anatomy. I was so relieved to know that doctors had words like that instead of the awful technical ones, that I immediately adopted “pookah” for my own use. 30 something years later, all the females and most of the males in our family of mostly girl children use this word both seriously and affectionally for all the girl parts. And we are fine with that.

You are right MJ. My horses take me away from myself and my worries. Brushing manes and teaching the babies not to nip, fly spray, ointment on wounds, scrubbing the water tanks. Much easier than cleaning house!

Just what I needed.
I often tell my children stories about the silly things we’ve done. When my son was around this same age he would smear his baby food all over his mouth to get us to laugh–then he would do the same chortle.
As they get older it seems as if we forget to laugh with them. I try to turn any event into a giggle fest. Checkout the game “slamwich”, within minutes I can have my kids laughing that “pee-in-you-pants” giggle even as a teen!

I laugh ridiculously at my cats chasing a laser. It keeps them active and they are so funny that they will chase it and run into a wall or your leg. It keeps me laughing and healthy!

Thank you for my first real laugh of the day. My rule is to have at least one good belly laugh every day. It’s good for the soul. Luckily I have a a very funny husband.

A good laugh per day MUST be good for our health! Happy laughing! 😉

Sure do! And it’s all those things you mention! Bought it when I was in labor with my baby, sitting in it at our small town auction while my hubby was running around the Festival we were at doing his weekly newspaper duties! When they at last got to the rocker, the auctioneer apologized for making me get up to auction it off, said he needed $25.00 for it minimum. Knowing I didn’t have a rocker for that baby trying to get out, I bid on it and no one wanted to bid against me! Still rock in it today, but boy the horse hair sticking out of the fabric sure does itch! Thanks for the memory!