Lagoons and local ruffians.

Hold on to your pants folks.

We've got a lot of ground to cover.

1)  First off, what would life be without the Comment of the Week (COW)?

I submit that life would be exactly the same.

But let us pretend to be excited, shall we?

This week's winner is my darling blogging friend, Joyce, of whom I love dearly.

She wrote:

"Raising hand. I vaguely recall you mentioning those wires a time or two.

The house looks great…Your LJ is a keeper. The white trim is fab. I wouldn’t worry about the beds without frames-it beats bumping your head.

In reading your blog these past few months I feel like I know a few things about you. So here are my wishes for your birthday which must be today and oh, to be 29 again. Sigh. Anyway….

I hope no one pees on anything they shouldn’t pee on on your special day.
I hope no one vomits on anything.
I hope no one breaks and/or loses their glasses on your special day.
I hope you don’t have to make any unprotected left hand turns.
I hope you get coffee with raspberry creamer.
I hope you get a dinner you don’t have to cook.
I hope you get a fabulous dessert.
I hope you get lots of hugs and kisses from your lumberjacklings.
And of course from the LJ too.
I hope you get 100 meaningless points….holla!

Happy Birthday…reading here always makes me smile."

Joyce is a superb blogging friend and a faithful commenter.

Do you write a blog?

Do you want more comments?

Go visit Joyce.

She is splendid.

No pressure, Joyce.

2)  Yes.  I am really 29 and this is the first time I turned 29.

I was born a poor black boy (name that movie) on June 23, 1981.

Fact:  I am not racist.  That is simply a movie quote.  Thank you.

3)  Yes, this is my mother in the picture with us.

Yes, she is pretty.

Yes, she looks young.

My mama turned 50 this week.

Holla, Mama!

Holla!

4) ***GASP!!***

I would like to announce that for the first time since we moved to Ruralville, I felt . . .

bored.

And alone.

So, I loaded up the Lumberjacklings and we headed out on an adventure drive to find a beach.

We were successful.

Little Dude was feeling not-so-brave.

Yet, can we not all agree that he is uber precious, albeit a scaredy-cat?

I guaran-darn-tee you that he was attempting to hit one of his sisters with that there ball.

Hi, Mama!  Were you trying to relax?

Well, I am here to ensure that relaxing will not be happening for you today.

But I will offer you a tasty snack!

Fun Fact:  Little Dude + 400 raisins=9 horrific diapers that would cure anyone of baby fever.

Daisy Mae found the coolest rock.

Ever.

I guaran-darn-tee you she was yelling at a little brother for ruining something she was creating.

And I guaran-darn-tee you they probably deserved it.

Those boys are such naughty-pantsies.

And they can also be precious creatures who melt my heart.

Kids!
Smile for a picture!

Focus, children.

Focus.

Much better!

We had a splendiferous time at the beach.

Truly.

It only took about 15 minutes to get there and we had a blast!

However . . . a dark and stormy cloud soon came upon our delightful day.

Some local ruffians came to the beach and were mean.

Yes.

Mean.

Mean to my children.

One little girl stole my kids floaties.

Seriously-right out of their hands.

A little boy got completely naked. 

We did not know where to put our eyes.

And another girl attacked Daisy Mae while she was swimming and nearly drowned her.

I did not appreciate it one bit.

So . . . our first encounter with the natives of Ruralville was less than ideal.

5)  The Lumberjack made me pull weeds this morning at 0730.

But that is neither here nor there.

6)  Last night, it occurred to me that I have not seen our 20 acres.  So, The Lumberjack felt the need to clear things up for me.

And now, dear readers, I would like to present to you:

Tour de Lumberjack

The Lumberjack hooked a trailer up to his 4-wheeler and took us on a lovely tour of our plantation.

Cozy!

Look at us and our Hillbilly selves!

Complete with dog running down the road with us.

Yes.

We are now those people.

Can you see that fence?

That is our lagoon.

You know.

Where all are septic materials exist.

Thank you, Sir Lumberjack, for the delightful tour.

It was both lovely and informative.

Alright!

That's it!

Farewell!

Wait! One more thing!

I would like a new COW picture.

Does anyone have a picture of a cow they would like to contribute to this silly, as well as pointless, blog?

I would be greatly appreciative.

Toodles!