predicaments

Art Dog Hunted Hard For This One :-)
Miss Moonbeam got "her own" guitar. Here she is attempting to practice with sis ;-)

We dog sat "Sherlock" for a couple of weeks - Libby loved it!! Here's one of our many walks.....

Our Good Friend "Fiery" with His Miracle Baby

oh goodness where do i begin?!?! Lets start with this morning. I was laying in bed, snuggling next to my nice warm husband when Miss Libby starts whining. I dragged myself out of bed and headed her to the door. The lock was frozen. Dread overtook me. I saw her squat. "oh no" i thought. I picked her up and rushed her to the other door. Too late! Not only did she pee by the living room door, she peed a trail on the way to the basement. Instead of getting back into bed with my warm husband, I was cleaning up pee which had not only splattered all over my floors, but my robe and feet as well :-( As I type she is laying here passing foul gas at my feet. Will somebody please explain to me why I am a dog person?!?!
Well enough of that mess and on to the next one.... So my husband and I viewed that house I wrote about. Mysterious and alluring on the outside, NIGHTMARE of work to be done of the inside. Still, the thing calls to me. Its like its haunting me already and I haven't even bought it yet. Anyhow, we viewed the monstrous structure. It was a maze of room upon room in terrible disarray. The children had a blast climbing up ladders, popping in and out of trap doors, and winding through room upon endless room. There seemed no end to its monstrosity in both forms, for the thing was monstrous in size and a monstrous amount of work awaits its victim. Still, it calls to me....... I have refrained from telling my realitor this small, non essential bit of information. Nice of a guy though he is, I am betting most of his clients do not hear houses talking to them ;-) That next morning, my husband nonchalantly agreed to make an offer.......

I barely had made lunch when some friends came over to get mechanical help from my husband. Another neighbor came to borrow a tool. Suddenly The Archer came busting in yelling that he'd found an elk herd. Mad chaos erupted and all the eldest children and my husband shuffled out the door in a hurricane like manner. Oh the dramas in my home ;-)
Our good friends middle son lost part of his trigger finger in a tragic accident a few weeks back. Imagine how proud we were to hear that despite the lean hunting going on, he managed to shoot a nice buck. Still in bandages, the kid, by himself, nailed the thing using his middle finger. He tells me "I prayed". We are proud of him!! That alone, should inspire us all.
At times sleep eludes me, at other times I turn on my marvelous heated blanket and snore like an old man ;-) But, alas, it is a restless one. One night I dreamed about the whole entire house dripping in blood. Another time I woke up and saw a heated battle of angels and principalities around its property borders. Still, I have these crazy day dreams about getting swept down that river in my kayak, attempting to swim in the nearby slough and entertaining hand to hand combat along with exchanges of gunfire with angry neighbors who do not want us there. Yes, my mind is a tumultuous sea of imaginations about what might transpire in the future. Bank managers, resembling the one in "Despicable Me" argue over whether to let us have the place or turn it into a high society apartment complex all the while, still conspiring about stealing the moon. It just never ends and could probably entertain you better than a good movie ;-)