Baby Magic

 There's just something about hearing a baby laugh. No matter how stressed or depressed,  it's going to bring a smile to my face. So I'll keep this little jewel where it's easy to find and easy to repeat 

What I do... Mondays suck

 At work, I answer a lot of phone calls. Mostly from drivers needing something. Maybe a tire replaced in Bucksnort, TN or a radiator replaced in Wamsutter, WY.  Sometimes they are calling in to be paid for traffic delays or waiting on their meet drivers. A lot of them call this Beer Money because you don't actually have to work for it. You're just sitting there. Collecting money. One old fart calls in and sings the BEER RUN song-it goes B-double ee-double rr un-and when you hear it you know exactly what driver it is and exactly what he wants. Pops is one of a kind. Some people  don't enjoy him as much as I do and that's ok-he doesn't have the best singing voice and when you get him on the phone, you know you're going to be tied up at least ten minutes. You never know exactly what's coming out his mouth either. Once he told me he hit the jack pot with his second wife-she was a hot latina that could cook Mexican  and lasagna that would make his grandma proud. He said a wop(his word not mine) his age just couldn't live without good lasagna. I remember the first time I talked with Pops-he called in to tell me that he had pinched his hand in the dolly (the piece of equipment that joins two trailers), that it wasn't too bad, and that he didn't have time for no "gd" accident report. I told him I would get in trouble if I didn't fill one out and so he let me- a good thing too. The next driver arriving at that spot called in to ask what happened because there was blood every where. It looked like someone had been murdered. Pop had put some paper towels and a rubber band on it-later getting quite a few stiches for his little pinch.  He mentioned his race car a couple of times and would send me videos and pictures of it-he kept saying since he didn't have a daughter, I needed to come run the car in the powder puff race because his wife was too short to reach the pedals. You just never knew what was coming. He send me pictures of his grandchildren and I'd send him some of mine. Some times when you're caught up in work and daily life, it's great to hear a voice that makes you smile. Friday, I got the professional pictures of his car and he got pictures of  my garden. First thing Monday, I learned I won't be hearing him sing the BEER Run song anymore.  R. I. P. Pops. 

Our littlest Angel

 I know in my mind that you can't really control a four month old baby. I know you can't expect him to behave in Church or be polite to strangers, but what if he did? What if he behaved perfectly? What if he smiled and coo'd to people he'd never met before? Dressed all in white satin you can say he looked like an angel. He acted like one too. He's our littlest perfect Angel and we love him so much! David Martin Carson-Granny and Poppy are so proud of you!

5th Birthday Harley

 Today Harley turned five. He isn't much on cake so he got bacon and eggs on a plate all by himself-meaning he didn't have to share. That and sleeping late in the bed probably suited him just fine. He's a simple kind of man. I wonder if he knew that today was his birthday. Do dogs mark the passage of time? I know that they process joy, happiness, and grief. I don't think Harley has stopped missing Dixie. I wonder if I could even bribe him into fathering more pups. Probably, but I'm not completely sure. I am sure that he's a very special dog and near and dear to my heart. I hope we get to celebrate many, many more birthdays together. 

Decisions, decisions

 I usually enter a couple of pictures in the fair and I'm excited to do so again but so many choices!

Sometimes

 Sometimes  I sleep late especially when it rains. And sometimes I sit on the porch thinking about all my blessings and how grateful I am to be where I'm at. I breathe in the fresh air and watch ripples in the pond. I hope the baby catfish are making them as they venture to the surface for something to eat.  I listen to the deer snort in the brush and marvel at the fact that the dogs are happy to stay in my lap or at my feet. Coffee tastes better on mornings like this. I watch people speed down the road and I want to tell them to slow down. Sometimes it's just better to take everything a little slower. Take it all in. Yesterday is gone and tomorrow isn't promised. 

Puke, Piss, and Poop

 

This weekend,  I  was barfed on, pissed on, and pooped on and it couldn't have been more fun. David slept with me Friday.  They both sang to me before falling asleep Saturday.  Parker ate bananas for the first time!