Walk down Memory Lane

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So I've been lurking at Erica's page for awhile and thought I'd finally post. I found these pictures of my Mom on Facebook, one of her high school buddies posted them. I thought this would be the perfect time to post them. Although this isn't my memory, it's a walk down memory lane...right?

The year was 1979 and Mom was just announced Homecoming Queen of her High school. (In case you can't figure it out she's the one in the middle with the crown on her head in the dark jacket)

Check out those weird lovely dresses and hair styles

My mom is very pretty. I don't know if I really look like her or not, sometimes I think we look just alike. Then sometimes, like in the picture below, we look nothing alike at all. I look like her more than anyone else in my family though. Maybe I'm adopted??My two sisters could pass a twins. I guess I look a lot like them. Maybe I'm not adopted after all. And here's my personal walk down my not so long memory lane.

Rewind to three and 1/2 years ago. Me and Sean first started dating. So young, so unaware of what we are getting ourselves into. Ah..Puppy Love, He was still a gentleman, and I wasn't griping about his dirty laundry yet.

And he were are last weekend. One year of marriage and two dogs later ;) Oh the pounds we've gained, the hair we've grown, and the Love we've blossomed!

Not so Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday will contain lots of words and no pictures. Sorry to disappoint my 5 readers.



Today our beloved house/outside cat, Snip died. He was black with four white feet, a white diamond chest, and a white strip on his chin. He looked like he was wearing a tuxedo at all times, kind of funny. He had a slight weight problem, slobbered like a dog, and always tried to claw you when you petted him.

I wasn't that close to him because of the slober and claws but but my sister really was. They aren't real sure what happened to him yet. They think some type of virus and maybe even rabies. There has been an outbreak of rabid skunks in the county and Dad killed a raccoon last weekend that he thinks might have been infected. It was acting all strange. They had to cut the cat's head off to send it in to test for rabies and it devastated my sister. It is kind of sad for her that she can't bury him...with a head anyway.

I am a dog lover so I don't get to attached to cats. I find them quite annoying, though in college I did buy a Persian cat for some silly reason. Because my Dad forbid me. I was attached to Miller at first, but I slowly became detached from him when he started peeing on everything and ruined lots of clothes and furniture. I gave him to my Grandmother who finally got tired of the pee problem and gave him away to some poor unsuspecting fool sweet woman.

I was surprised to hear mom tell me that Snip died. My mother has a history of keeping to herself when the cats die, she told us they (air quotes) "ran away." This started at an early age.

At 8 we were told that Boots "ran away". I'm pretty sure Mom and Dad found him dead in the storage shed, I still haven't gotten that one out of them. I think they feel bad because us small children looked for him for years. Leah actually thought we found him like 10 years later. A stray cat came up for food and Leah was certain he was Boots, he left a few days later, much to Leah's disappointment. The poor thing was probably confused as to why my sister kept calling him Boots and wouldn't quit chasing him around the yard.

Then there was Lucky, who turned out to be not so Lucky. Lucky was Snip's mom. She showed up at our barn with four kittens about 10 years ago. Me and my sisters were just in heaven playing with four small kittens. We gave two of them away and kept the other two, Snip, and Dolly--who is still alive and enormously huge pleasantly plump. Lucky met her maker one day in a hay pallet incident that we won't talk about. Mom just said she "ran away." Mom and Dad finally let me in on the secret but I was not to tell the other girls. I still don't think they know.... well I guess they do now if they are reading. Sorry to break it to you like this girls. She was a good Cat and received a good burial. I'm sorry you couldn't attend.

I also had a cat named Popcorn, she was a calico. I was the only one she'd let touch her. She died at the ripe old age of 15 while I was away at college and Mom didn't tell me for like two months. I came home for Thanksgiving and couldn't find Pop and I asked Leah if she'd seen her, Leah's reply was, "Oh she's around here somewhere." At Christmas when I came home again and couldn't find Popcorn I asked Mom where she was. Mom replied, "Ohhh, Jenna she died before Thanksgiving. I didn't want to tell you until you asked." I was so pissed shocked. Leah had lied to my face! I confronted her on the situation of course and she explained, "Well she was around here somewhere, she's buried in the back yard." Thanks Leah, real sweet.

I guess Mom has realized that I am now a "big Girl" and can handle cat deaths as soon as they happen because she called me and told me we had a tragedy this morning, which really scared me. I was quite relieved to hear it was the cat and not a person. I guess she still doesn't think I'm old enough to know about the tooth fairy and the Easter Bunny though. She hasn't told me they "ran away" yet.

Run Gretchen Run.

See Gretchen & Leah

Gretchen sees something. What is it Girl?Gretchen sees Deer.See Gretchen run after deer. Run Gretchen Run.

Hear Leah yell, "Gretchen, Come."

See Deer walk towards Gretchen.

Hear Leah yell, "Gretchen, COME!"

See Deer run towards Gretchen. See Gretchen run for the woods.

Run Gretchen Run!

Hear Leah yell, "GRRRRREEEETTTCCCCHHHHHEEENNN!!!!!

See Leah run after Gretchen. See Gretchen run towards Leah.

See Leah pick up Gretchen.

See Leah yell at Deer and wave her arms wildly. See Deer run away.

See Leah in field protecting Gretchen. Hear Jenna Laugh.

Hear Leah Cry.

Hear Jenna laugh harder

See Leah pull briars out of Gretchen's hair.

See Gretchen get a Spanking.... Poor Gretchen.

Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

This is what I did not do this weekend:

I did not travel 600 miles this weekend in one big circle to visit three rodeos and spend all my money.

I did not spray "off" on me in the convenient store because I didn't want to buy the whole can. (p.s. when I told dad about this he said he was disappointed that I stole from the store---i didn't see it that way)

And I did not buy Boone's Farm at this convenient store either because who can resist?

I definitely did not pee pee behind the horse trailer because I wouldn't get within 10 feet of the porta-potties. No, I would not do that!

I did not get home Saturday night at 2:00 am and have to talk my husband out of going to the Electric Cowboy (bar) and then we did not stay up for a couple hours practicing roping.

I did not leave my chocolate children inside the house all day accidentally Sunday while I went to my hometown. They did not sleep all day in the air conditioning and Did not keep me up last night because they were wide awake and wild.

I did not clean out my car yesterday and it did not take me two hours. I did not take two large BOXES full of things back into the house from my car, and I did not find five spoons, and three cups, and a few things I thought were lost forever.

I did not go to bed last night at 1:30 because my husband got stranded on the river fishing and didn't get in until late. Then he did not make me help him take down panels (temporary fences) in the arena at midnight because he forgot to earlier.

And finally, I did not eat, three bags of chips, two chili cheese nachos, one candy bar, 1 big Mexican meal, A large bag of kettle corn, 3 bags of peanuts, and a subway salad--between Friday at 5 and Saturday Night. Nope, not me!