Butt's and But's

Cute Butt's

Whiny But's

But I don't want to go to work.

But I don't want to get up early.

But I don't like to exercise.

But I like Devil Dogs.

But I like white wine.

But I like milk chocolate.

But I want to blog all day.

Fawn Hollow in the Spring

I have received a few requests to share pictures of my house and gardens. I drafted a post just about my house, that I will share at a later date. Today just a few words and many pictures.

The Fawn Hollow sign was here when we bought the house. The land was just weeds and grass. In the beginning I did help with the gardening, then I had a baby, and had to admit that I really didn't like to garden. Of course I love that my husband does, even if it can be an escape from us at times!

View from the driveway.

Purple, pink, white and yellow Iris's

The Fawn Hollow Hillbillies?

(I have drunk much alcohol while sitting on that porch)

That is Cokee, our 15 year old cat.

Light and dark yellow Iris's

Close up of my favorite Iris.

View from the path that leads to the pool.(Cokee loves to follow us)

Lonely white Lupin.
Wild yellow Iris and purple Lupins.

View from the porch. Lupins were the first flowers we planted. White Birch tree hus planted 2 years ago.

We also have wild purple Iris which naturally grow near the stream at the bottom of our property. Hus transplanted many of our flowers from his parents house and or friends houses. Later in the Spring, I will show you our Wild Roses, Pin Cushions, Poppies and whatever else I can find. In the summer we have Lily's and other flowers, I'll share, some of which I have no idea of their names.

The white pots on the porch were all bought from garage sales. Some are old pee pots.

Just 5 Freakin Minutes!

"Can you people leave me alone for just 5 freakin minutes?!"

"Can you people stop fighting for just 5 freakin minutes?!"

"Can I just use the computer for just 5 freakin minutes (or an hour)?!"

"Can I use the bathroom in privacy for just 5 freakin minutes?!"

"Can you stop those words from coming out of your mouth for just 5 freakin minutes?!"

I know I am a horrible mother, using the word "freakin" while yelling at my children. E tells me it is a bad word and not allowed in school. Well, this isn't freakin school! She is allowed to say "Dang", go figure.

The last day of school was Wednesday. I thought, for some delusional reason, that when the kids were done with school, I would have more time for myself. Ha ha ha ha!

It seems my children are not as self sufficient as I hoped. Yes, E will "babysit" T for an hour in the morning while I sleep in, after working late the night before. I am lucky for this, I know. But as soon as I get out of bed, usually before, it's..."Mama, can you help with this?" or "Mama, can you do this?" or "Mama, I need someone to play with me!" or "Mama, he hit me!" AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!

I love my kids and I love to spend quality time with them. I just want an eensy-weensy, itty-bitty bit of time to myself everyday. Mostly, I want to spent that time writing and blogging. Is that too much to ask?

As I draft this post in my "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" notebook, they are actually being good. We finally got the pool going and in between their arguments they are having fun swimming.

Fortunately, there are a few weeks of day camps coming up for both. And I talked E into attending the FREE Summer Rec program, one or two times a week. The program starts late June and runs from 8:30am until 1:30pm Monday through Friday. The kids just kind of hang around the playground, playing or go on Field trips. T is too young to go this year, but I do far better when just one kid is around the house.

Were back inside now. E just came to me and said "Mama, we are going to my room to make a movie with my new camera, so if you hear screaming, it's okay." Should I be worried?

Hot Off the Press

Family Newspaper written by my 10 year old daughter E.

When I read the second page aloud to T, my 4 year old son, he started to cry...."You're not going to send that to Suzy are you?". I think he has a tiny crush going on. He wants everyone to know he really does wear pants.