More Ridiculousness

A word of wise warning, NEVER have a pity party during hunting season, it doesn't turn out well and Robin is NOT  laughing.

.......ok read this next part like Sargent Joe Friday from  Dragnet, remember???

Curtain opens:  It's hunting season, Saturday morning.

Stage left:  Cathy is sitting alone, Robin is MIA along with any other male specie with the last name of Chesser.  Alyrose and Wyatt are also out on an adventure.  It's quiet...... too quiet.  Danger is lurking in Cathy's mind.......a place of instability and mystery.  The thoughts start slow, then start running madly in all directions.  "Robin loves hunting more than me.......Cassidy and Dorian will be leaving soon for a military life and I'll be alone, Seth and Shannon are getting married and moving to the ranch and I'll be alone, Al and Wyatt will someday leave ( maybe sooner than anyone knows teehee) and I'll be alone, Caleb has already moved out and I'm alone and my baby Will will soon be grown and gone and I'll be alone, alone, alone. "                        

Dim the lights.

Stage right:  A tiny light is seen and begins to grow as Cathy's grey matter births a brilliant idea.  "A puppy, I need a puppy." and still further, "And I'm not going to ask Robin, I'll show him what happens when he leaves me to go hunting."

The curtain closes as Cathy races out to rescue a puppy, ignoring the whispers in her mind, "don't do it, don't do it."  Might that have been the Holy Spirit?

Bear today

How could i resist?  This is Bear

.......ok you can stop reading like Joe Friday now. 















 Along about the same time, Remington, Seth's big, fat overweight chocolate lab who recently got invited to live with Seth on the ranch, has been expelled from the ranch due to eating the specially made engagement cupcakes from the kitchen table.  ( a touchy subject for another day).                     Dog #2 arrives on the scene.

Remington and Wyatt 

Remington and Bear

 Along, along about that same time, Caleb got a new job so he would be moving home for awhile.  Hip hip hooray, down with empty nesting.  But following close behind Caleb is the craziest blue healer pup you've ever met.  Enter dog #3, Bubba, the name says it all.  He is beautiful and sweet, just wild and crazy.

told ya, wild and crazy

who said dogs could get on my furniture?

Enter husband # 1 Robin, mad and not one bit amused at any of this tomfoolery (that means silly or foolish behavior).   that might describe me an itsy bitsy bit  
                            
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Thinking  back on that quiet Saturday morning I  sigh.....how did I go from that....to this...

From Me & My House to Me & My Zoo

Pantry Floor

 

 

    5 adults

     one 7 year old

     3 dogs

     3 cats


I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, what's a little smell and a grumpy husband????
 



But remember, laughter is good medicine and I have supplied ample doses to my neighbors who are probably peeking out of their windows at the crazy woman down the street.  I have often been seen picking up dog potty out of the neighbors yard in my best finery or chasing Bear down the street in the rain in my pajamas..... guess the dog obedience school hasn't kicked in yet.

 On a side note, did you know you can pay someone to come and pick up dog potty out of your yard?  Who would even want that job?

Well alright, until next time, keep laughing, its good medicine.

Cathy
ps,  we'll never be alone with Jesus Christ, AMEN?

Ridiculous in a Laughable Sort of Way

I'm so ridiculous, I just have to laugh at myself.  What a crazy life I'm living right now.  It's too laughable to keep to myself.

The other day I had to go get one of our license plates renewed.  Ahhh, what car might you ask?  Well, not my Buick...I had an  unfortunate incident a few weeks ago and burned the motor up, may it rest in peace.....  nor the suburban we bought to replace it with, that's on the selling block right now, turned out it had issues of its own,...... and not the big white jacked up suburban, I can't even hoist myself up into that one anymore, which leaves the only other dilapidated suburban that Robin drives, yes I think that was the one.  This one is Robin's work vehicle that he carries his "tools of his trade" in, aka paints and stains.  When you exit this vehicle you have lost years of brain cells and are high as a kite from the fumes.  No wonder his eyes are always dilated when he returns to his bride each night.  Anyway, returning to my ridiculous life, I walked into the government office and as usual, all eyes turn to you because everyone is trying to wait patiently, not so much though, and have nothing else to do but stare at the newcomers.  I take a seat with paper and purse in hand.  A nice young guy a couple of seats down told me that I could go ahead of him because, well, I can't remember why he said that, maybe he just wanted to watch the crazy woman show.  So when the worker woman was ready she said NEEEEXT.  I turned to the guy and asked if  he was sure, to which he replied "Yes Mam" ( will I ever get used to being called Mam?)  With all eyes on me,  I grabbed my paper and my backpack and stepped toward the desk when I was suddenly and violently yanked backwards, almost plopping me right  back down into the chair.  What in the world?  Turning to see what had jerked the life out of me from behind, I noticed that my purse strap and chair arm had become one, the strap had wrapped itself around the arm holding me captive.  Making eye contact with no one, I untangled myself and made my way to the desk.  I can assure you the nice young guy wanted to bust a gut laughing along with  everyone else witnessing my folly, but thankfully their mothers had taught them better than to laugh at the unfortunate.

Finishing my business I  turn to leave.  Thankfully I made it to the door without another incident.  As I started to walk out I realized I was in a shady part of town so I decided I'd better get my keys out before I ventured out..... so I stopped by the door to set my purse down in a chair and retrieve my keys.  Felt in my back jeans pocket..... no keys but heard a jingling/jangling sound......looked in my purse pocket.... no keys but heard a jingling/ jangling sound, felt in my front jeans pocket..... no keys, same sound.  Looked in both hands because at this point I could be holding them and wouldn't know it.... no keys but still that stinkin' jingling/jangling sound. I nonchalantly started scanning my area and behold, there were my keys, caught and hanging off the lace on the bottom of my shirt. 

At least I had on cute boots that day.

Another tangle, my fashion accessories were turning on me.  My next quandary was.... do I continue to amuse these people stuck in this office while I try to again figure out how to extricate myself from the keys tangled into the intricate lace on my clothing or go outside and risk being kidnapped while trying to free my keys?  I knew my family wouldn't appreciate having to do their own laundry if I got kidnapped so I decided to stay inside and give everyone another dose of "laughter is good medicine".  Therefore the show continued and I finally freed my keys from my clothing.  I thanked the crowd for being a good audience and left the stage.

So ridiculous and so funny.  A wink from God reminding me not to take myself too seriously and to remember  laughter is good medicine.

Oh, and to add to the ridiculousness of my life, did I tell you there are now 3, yes, 3 dogs living at my house?  More on that later.

Keep laughing, its good medicine.

Cathy