Mom...You Are a Country Girl

Son: Mom, I think you are a country girl. Not a city girl.

Me: Well, I try to be son.

Son: Yeah. I think you are.

Me: Thank you.

Son: Yeah, cuz city girls are all pretty and stuff...

Me: WHAT? You don't think I am pretty?... geez... thanks!

Son: NO, I don't think you ACT all pretty and such. You are pretty, you just don't act like they do on t.v. when they act all pretty and from the city so......

Me: Oh, Ok. Well good. Because a person can be pretty without acting like that. Because when you "act" pretty is about the time you start looking ugly.

Son: That is why I said you are a country girl. I want to be a country boy. But, you know that.

Me: I wouldn't have it any other way son.

Photo #3
pic by: Just Jules
Child #3 reading with dad.

Welcome to my neighborhood

Photo #2This is where I live. We chose to live here because of all the trees.

Our house is backed by this field/farm. So, although our property ends it feels like it stretches on forever.

Photo A Day

I have been invited to join in the 365 day project. I am working on getting into my flickr account (when you forget your password and have it sent to your email address, it does you no good when you no longer have the alternate email address that they send it to).

I am falling fast behind while dealing with this S.N.A.F.U. .

So on January 7th I present my first photo of the day. In honor of Julochka who invited me to join in this pic is straight off the camera unaltered.

NOW - if you want to laugh go read THIS.