At Least YOUR Boyfriend is on U.S. Soil!

The dogs dropped this partial skull off in a bush-

-so that’s fun.

Do not ask me to identify who/what the skull belonged to or tell you from whence it came.

I know not.

Handsome Dude got his driver’s license and allowed me to snap this photo provided I permit his dog pal, Norman, to be in the picture.

He is proving to be an excellent and most responsible driver and has so far aired up the tires of my car before leaving more than I ever have.

Basketball is on like Donkey Kong over here. The boys have a major fan club full of relatives and loved ones who come to each game and cheer them on.

Mother and I were noticing how shabby the Varsity boys basketball uniforms were getting, so I mentioned this to HD and he said, and I quote,

“Tell me about it. I hate them. And they make me look fat.”

So, in order for you to visualize this weight problem of HD’s, I would like to present to you this photo:

Here he is making a fancy reverse layup sort of move, and he sure looks like he could lose a few pounds, you know?

Every night at dinner before he dishes his plate, he has the audacity to start making himself a huckleberry milkshake for his dinner time beverage.

Me: Dude. What are you doing?

HD: GOSH. I am making a milkshake.

Me: It is dinner. You can have a milkshake after dinner.

HD: MOM. You can see all of my bones.

Me: Fair enough.

Speaking of the boys’ fan club, David’s parents have recently purchased stadium seats to add to their personal comfort while they watch the game.

When Grandpa got to the game last night, he loudly announced to the dad of another player, and I quote:

“THESE STADIUM SEATS ARE GREAT FOR HEMORRHOIDS.”

And THAT, Reader, is definitely a fun and useful fact.

Anyways. We are having a swell time with basketball. HD makes the paper often for his stats, but he recently had a photo in the paper-

So, let us all be impressed with him and my ability to make secret secrets blurry.

Here is LD being all super fantastic.

Have I told you that LD is growing a mullet?

LD is growing a mullet.

Both boys started in a recent Varsity game and I got this fun bro/bro photo of them.

Can you tell I am enjoying the high school basketball years?

Let’s move on.

Kate is home from Kansas and also had the audacity to turn TWENTY years old.

Reader.

My child is 20.

How am I this old? I should probably get a stadium seat. Hemorrhoids are probably just around the corner.

Hadley is missing Kason again. He is being most important and is aboard an ice cutter ship headed for Antarctica.

And look at this picture he sent me:

One evening, Hadley was being a trifle moody, which is so ODD for daughters, you know? Anyways, Kate made some sort of complaint and Hadley made this statement:

“At least YOUR boyfriend is on US soil!”

And if that isn’t just the best quote to end all quotes. I need a shirt made with that one. Imma gonna wear it as I carry my stadium seat into the gym to prevent hemorrhoids and cheer for my overweight son and my other mullet-sporting son. Getting old sure is something.

Calves.

Let’s discuss them.

One handsome boy was born bright and early on New Years Day. I went out to check on him before dark and this is what I saw.

Now, I am no cow rancher, but this certainly did not look good.

Somehow the cows had pushed this feeder all around and I couldn’t get inside to help him and mama couldn’t get him, and if you take a good look at him, he sure doesn’t look capable of helping himself.

In fairness to him, he was probably 12 hours old at the time. So, we will grant him grace.

I texted for David to come help me, because he is the one pretending we are ranchers, and I waited with the little guy and snuck in tons of pets while the mama yell-mood at me. I even turned him right side up.

So, I am basically a hero. Then David came and we got him out and he and his mother made lots of concerned moos at each other and walked off into the dusk for a nursing sesh.

Anyways we have had four calves born this season, but one has died. And here are your obligatory cow pictures, for your viewing pleasure.

Bunch of good looking gals, I tell ya.

Awhile back, I mentioned we took back one of Mama’s kittens, Bear, and he ran away, but then was found in the hay barn.

We do see him from time to time, but it has been awhile since I have had a Bear sighting. We had quite the cold snap recently, and I was worried he might not have survived.

Today I went out to the hay barn with fresh food and he came right to me.

I grabbed him and brought him to the house, but he has mistaken us all for serial killers and finds us to be loathesome.

I opened the door and he bolted right back to the hay barn.

So. We have a legit barn cat now. Named Bear.

Alright.

Have a good day.