must share photos

A few weeks ago, our car was in getting repaired (again!), due to an accident. They rented us a fancy smancy van for a few days, so we decided to take it for a spin. It even had a DVD player in it! :)

These are a few pics that I took along the way. The calf ones are just so sweet. So glad I happened upon them, at what must have been literally three or four minutes after the birth.

A lake we passed: 

I know. The view is just horrible!!! :)

The calf, gettin' a moppin' from his mama.

She would lick him so hard he couldn't stand up. But he was pretty determined!

She didn't appreciate my presence.

There was a pic before this, but it wouldn't load. He finally got up on all fours. And then fell flat on his face. Poor baby!!

Mama looks a little disappointed. I thought he did great for the first time. ;)

I've named the calf Rupert. A fine name for such a lad, don't you think? 

pleasantly disturbed - r.i.p. little bunny, hello marcel the shell

I think Thursdays are a great day to celebrate being pleasantly disturbed. Come Thursday, I've usually had enough, so I had better start laughing to avoid crying. And who better to share that with than you - my lil' bloggy friends!?
Speaking of bloggy friends ... A new found bloggy friend give me an award for this here blog (pardon the prairie talk), and I still haven't gotten around to accepting it! Does that make me a horrible friend?

Speaking of friend ... I've been praying for a friend. A close friend. Other than my husband, of course. It's been quite some time since I've had one. This is due to several reasons (none of which have anything to do with being disturbed - I'm just sure of it!). So when I ran across this video, I knew my prayer was answered!! Marcel the shell would make a great friend, yes? I'm going to ask her if she'll be mine.




I just love her lil' doggy. And she's very lovable and not afraid to really give of herself. I mean, who else do you know who is willing to care for a lint pup? We're talkin' serious sacrifice here.

She's also hospitable enough to have friends over for a salad. Gotta love hospitality.

And self-esteem!! Lemme tell ya'. That girl's got some confidence, in spite of her .... uhh ... appearance.

Yes ... I think she'll make a perfect friend. Thank you, Lord, for answered prayers.

Speaking of perfection ... Excuse me while I drill myself:

Perfection is not the goal in homeschooling.

Perfection is not the goal in homeschooling.

Perfection is NOT the goal in homeschooling.

Perfection ... is not ... the goal ... in ... homeschooling.

Speaking of homeschooling ... A school day officially ends when you discover the pet bunny has died.

At that point ... it's funeral time.

R.I.P, little Fizzles.

This post has been part of Duane Scott's Pleasantly Disturbed carnival. It takes place every Thursday. Hop on over there and link up, or read more PDT posts!

Or both!!

prairie dog

I'm not sure why I have never thought of this before, but it occurred to me the other day that you have never met our pet. No, we do not have a prairie dog for a pet. But we do have a dog. And we live on the prairie. Besides, it was a catchy title.

Ahem!

So here's our little prairie dog. I think her cuteness deserves a permanent spot on the sidebar, so that you can enjoy her perky ears, M&M eyes, and button nose anytime you want.

So without further ado, here's Annie. Our praire dog.

Ok, so she's not a big, burly, bird catcher, hunter, or even a guard dog. But she's my Annie. She will greet me everytime I come home just like she hasn't seen me in about 7.6 years. She's loyal, friendly, loves people (except for toddlers who step on her), and she doesn't eat or shed much. What else could I ask for?

And I take that back about not being a guard dog. It's not that she could do any real damage if an intruder came through my doors, but, I would at least know someone was in fact intruding. This would allow me to grab my baseball bat Uzi and do some serious protecting of my loved ones. She's a small dog with a big dog attitude, and if someone comes in that she's not familiar with, I'll know it.

So as you can see, Annie the prairie dog is just what we need. Maybe someday, I'll also own a German Shepherd, but for now, Annie floats my boat!

~Brenda

Disclaimer: I do not own an Uzi.  ;)

Is This What You Want To Wake Up To...

....when you've biffed it?



BaaHAHAAhahahhaaa! Such a sweet, genuinely concerned doggie. And really, it looks as though his nose is quite sanitary.

Don't you think?

~Brenda