Meet Buttercup

We have a new member of the family!  Meet Buttercup...

He's a Lop Eared Rabbit

Madison thinks he's invincible, Conner thinks he's a puppy and Mitch doesn't really care...poor little guy.

Happy Birthday to My Hubby!

Happy Birthday Wesley!

He's the big 28 today!  Love you bunches, honey!

(This is the very first pic of us taken together!)

Did You Know...

that Gorillas scratch their butts?

Or that they like to wear their water bowls as a hat?

And they will let you know exactly what they think of you if you aggravate them.

Oh, the things you learn at Disney's Animal Kingdom.

Something Deeper

I don't usually talk about this kind of stuff on here, but it's been weighing on me for a few days.  While I was out last week I saw a guy who smacked his girlfriend in the face.  I assume it was his girlfriend.  She was crying and pleading with him over something.  I watched for a minute debating on offering help to the girl.  When he smacked her again I trotted my happy ass right over there.  I asked her if she needed help because NO ONE deserves to be hit for any reason whatsoever.  She said she was fine, but she was crying and I told her that I would take her anywhere she wanted to go.  He wouldn't look at me and she again said that she was fine but thanked me.  So, I walked away and watched from a distance until they left.  I was up a lot that night.  I felt like I let the girl down somehow. 

 It bothered me so much because at one time I was that girl.  I don't fly my "I was abused" flag because that was a time of my life that I'd rather not remember. Growing up I always said that I would never let a guy hit me.  However, sometimes something is happening before you even know it is.  You don't realize what you're up against until you've made investments and decisions that bind you to a person.  Not to mention fear is a very strong thing.

So, I say this to everyone.  The abuse does not stop - it only gets worse.  Please, find the strength to move on and cut ties.  You will be so much happier when you don't have to live in fear.  Trust me.

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My Cup Runneth Over

I sit here typing with a probable broke nose and two black eyes.  This morning Conner and I were throwing balls back and forth and he picked up what I thought was his Winnie The Poo ball and smacked me right between the eyes with it.  It wasn't a Winnie The Pooh ball.  It was a decorative concrete ball type thing that you put in the garden.  I ran to the bathroom muttering curse words like a drunk sailor.  Then after wiping away the blood I laid on the bathroom floor and cried like a little weenie. Yes, like a weenie.  All the while my poor baby boy was knocking on the door asking "Mommy?"  He was so worried about me.  When I finally got up and opened the door he gave me a big hug, kisses and was rubbing my face.  I felt better.

So, I'm sure the new joke will be "I guess Wesley finally got tired of your shit" when people see my double shiner.  I'd bet money on it - it will be said.  We have a family of jokesters.

Go ahead and laugh at my pain.  I can take it.  ;o)

My mema used to say "My cup runneth over."  I never understood it growing up.  I always thought that she spilled her tea or something.  I understand it now and I feel it.  I have the best children in the world.  Don't argue with me because I know I'm right. ;o)  I have the most loving and wonderful husband a woman could ask for. We're not what you would call rich, but what we have is more than what we need.  My baby girl acts just like me - sassy - and brings me flowers with the roots still attached.  My oldest son isn't too old to give me hugs and kisses in front of his friends and my baby boy gives me love and sugar and say's "want my mommy" all the time.  My hubby works hard every day to provide for us.  He gives me kisses and tells me how much he loves me before he leaves in the morning and does the same at night before we go to bed.  He lets me know that he appreciates me and that I am loved.

My cup runneth over.

Enough of my heart gushing. We have babies!  Baby plants that is.  Our tomatoes and onions have sprouted.  We also have lovely little critters taking over our yard.