Bears, Beets, Battlestar Galactica. And Bovine and Babies.

Holla!

What a dreary, rainy day.

Oh! 

Idea!

Clue #1:  I do not live in Georgia

Clue #2:  Look out your window.  Do you see sun casting its lovely rays upon the beauty of God's creation? 

Then you do not live near me.

That's all the clues I should do.

Sooner or later you will certainly figure this out.

And it will be my own fault, gosh darn it.

Turns out I am my own worst enemy.

Of course, today is the day The Lumberjacklings and I were going to head to the local beach to play with the local ruffians.

Looks like it's laundry day instead.

Again.

We have a lot of items to discuss in this super-fantabulous post.

So grab some coffee and gird up your loins.

It's gonna be a wild ride.

1.  I updated my blogroll.  Check your link.  I may have messed it up.

This is not odd for me.

2.  The COW picture contest!

Oh, it was neck and neck.

COW A received 24 votes and COW B received 21 votes.

But I liked the idea of mixing it up and switching the cow picture from time to time.

I shall do that if I am feeling frisky.

For really, folks, this is as exciting as my life gets.

What else is there for me?

Meet the winner:

I shall call her, "Gladys."

Simply for the fact that Gladys is a fantastic name.

Is that a girl cow or a boy cow?

Can there be a boy cow?

Are boys only called like studs or bulls or geldings or steers or something?

Attention Future Farmers of America Club Members:  What creature is in that picture?

Either way, I am still going with Gladys.

Fun Fact:  I am planning on homeschooling my children this year.

Pray for them.

3.  Because I am feeling spunky, I have decided to award the COW (comment of the week) to three, yes three, different people.

Why?

Because I can.

I just could not decide between these 3 commenters so I decided they were all winners.

Are you wondering what my criteria is for choosing the COW?

You are not alone.

Alright.

Presenting the COW Trifecta:

Ah.

Look at Gladys in all her glory.

Winner #1

JoAnn from Ostriches look Funny on the post Lagoons and Local Ruffians:

okay so…my kids have been known to get naked and PEE when I turn my back…in public places…like the church lawn. I guess I have ruffians.
That, combined with my two year olds tattoo…causes me to wonder…can we still be friends? Then I see the dog following you while you check out the LAGOON and I say, YES! We can!
The end

Now, that was just funny.

Winner #2

Melissa K from A Time for Everything on the post Happenstances and Ponderings:

Dang. I thought I was finally going to win some meaningless points with Dana Carvey, but Miss Molly and Kimberly were on the ball. That’s way ahead of your time, though, girlie. Did your parents let you watch SNL at age 8? Shame on the High-Fivers.

Ha!  She wins simply because she pays attention to me!

Just kidding.

Kind of.

Oh, that comment made me laugh.

Confused about what the High-Fivers means?  Click here.

No.  I did not watch SNL at the age of 8.  They do have this novel idea called "reruns" where one can become familiar with a television show that did not air during their appropriate life span.

I did, however, watch Full House when I was 8.

And no one can deny that in its day, that show was the bomb diggity.

Winner #3

 Melissa on the post Blogroll, Blunders, and Bovine:

i like your title today! it reminds me of bears, beets, battlestar galactica

Ha!

Name that Tv show.

4.  When I was pregnant with Sweet Pea, I received a baby monitor as a shower gift.

And even though my first house 700 square feet and I could hear anyone breathe in the house at any given time, I had that monitor with me constantly.

That monitor stood the test of time and took me through the growing up years of Sweet Pea and Daisy Mae.

By the time the dudes came along, I was feeling a little more secure in my roll as a mother.  And even though the second house was a little larger, I no longer felt the need for a monitor, seeing as how the dudes' room was about 10 feet away.

But then we moved to Ruralville.

In Ruralville, my dudes and my flower girls sleep far away from me.

So, for the first time in about 5 years, I brought out the monitor.

Unfortunately, my dudes have never seen such an invention.

And, after living in Ruralville for about 17 days, the monitor looks like this:

Let us have a moment of silence for my faithful monitor of which my dudes mistakenly thought to be a walkie-talkie.

*Thank you*

5.  I would like to announce that this, the 2nd day of July, in the year Two Thousand and Ten of our Lord, marks the 12 year anniversary of when The Lumberjack and I started dating.

Holla, Lumberjack!

Holla.

6.  Do you remember back in April when we went to a birthday party at my brother's house?

Do you remember?

Do you remember?

It was a 2 post special mixed with vomit, urine, and goober parent moments.

The Birthday Party, part 1

The Birthday Party, part 2

In the second post, the following conversation ensued between the adults at the table.

Allow me to copy and paste it, if I may:

"And now, for the Goober Parent Update.

The cast of characters in this update are as follows:

My Mom and Dad.

My brother, Danny.

My sister-in-law, Tonya.

Me.

And The Lumberjack.

This conversation took place at this very birthday party.

We are sitting at the table, eating cake.

Little Dude is completely covered in frosting.

My mom looks at Danny and says:  I bet you are glad you guys are out of the baby stage, huh?

My brother starts choking on his cake.

Tonya turns red.

Mom:  Oh, dear.  Did I say something?

Danny continues to choke.

Mom:  What’s going on?

My mother’s motherly instinct is insane.

It’s like a tractor beam . . . sucks you right in . . .

(Name that movie)

Tonya:  Well, we are thinking of . . .

Mom:  You’re pregnant!

Tonya:  Well, I might be, but not for sure yet.

Danny:  I finally talked her into it.

Tonya:  Yeah . . . I haven’t really wanted anymore.

Danny:  And then Taylor comes over, kids are puking, kids are peeing . . .

Tonya:  And then Taylor keeps making a big deal out of how old I am now . . .

Danny:  Yeah, Taylor!  Geez!  You are going to talk her out of it.

Me:  Oops!

My Dad:  What are you all talking about down there?

My Mom:  They are trying.

My Dad to the Lumberjack:  Trying to do what?

The Lumberjack: (turns beat red)  Um . . . better have them explain.

My Mom:  For a baby.

My Dad:  What do you mean they are trying?

Tonya:  Oh, dear.

My Dad:  I don’t understand this “trying” business.

My Mom:  Grant!

My Dad:  Either you are or you aren’t.

Awkward.

Danny:  Ok, Dad.

My Mom:  Well, that’s exciting!

Me:  Yeah!  You totally aren’t too old to have babies!

Danny:  Taylor, be quiet.

Me:  Hey!  I am going to be 29 soon.  Now, that’s old!

My Dad:  I don’t get this trying business.  I mean, how is this different than 2 years ago?

Everyone else:  Huh?

My Dad:  I don’t understand.

Me:  Mom.  Can you explain this all to Dad on the way home?

Dad:  Does this mean you might have another baby?

Danny and Tonya:  Yes!

Dad:  Oh!  Great!  I still don’t get this trying business though.

Mom:  We’ll talk later."

***

Guess what!

A baby is on the way!

Woo-Hoo!

Congratulations to Danny, Tonya, Snups, and Big Dude.

I heard that when Big Dude was told he was going to be a big brother, he replied:

"This is the best day of my life."

Now, is that not uber precious?

But here comes the tricky part.

Someone is going to have to explain to my dad how they no longer have to "try."

One.

Two.

Three.

Not it!