Happy 11th Birthday to Bo!

Here is my boy.



He's turning 11 today at 6:24pm to be exact. I was induced at 7:00am, pushed for an eternity, blew out the blood vessels in my eyes and finally had this guy! He weighed 8 lbs 3 oz. and was 19 1/2 in. long. At one month of age, I had to buy 12 month old outfits for him. He was just a big!

I've got some random pictures for you to enjoy. My laptop hard drive crashed and has about four years of pictures so this is all I could come up with!

Bo is not your typical 11 year old. He can drive a tractor, rotate tires, team rope, train a colt, buck 400 bales of hay, basically work like a man right along side his dad. Do you think I can get this kid to make his bed or clean his room? And doing school is like labor all over again!

He was the leader in his baseball league for most homeruns and was his teams top RBI hitter. I have 10 home run balls, two hit in the same game, and every once in a while he will suprise me with a handful of wild flowers.

He's like his Dad, extremely hard to get a picture of!


He loves to fish but doesn't really enjoy touching the worms or fish. He's a natural at just about anything. He has a great set of vocal chords but right now, it's not too cool to sing. He played piano but then moved to drums.



He is bull-headed just like his dad and really prefers to sleep til noon.



Looking through these pictures, I can't believe how much he's grown! He can cause me huge frustration and overflowing joy.











He has a tender heart and really does love his sister. Despite the fact that they get on each others nerves and fight like you wouldn't believe.













He's my boy. Most of the time he's making some strange noise with an armpit or clipping a clothes pin to an earlop or titty. I have to make a disclaimer when I take my country boy to town. He's rowdy, loud, tough, and hilarious. He's fun-lovin' but don't jack with his hat or his sister. He won't hesitate to slug the bully but really prefers to just play and have a good time. He's got two little brothers who think he hung the moon and stars. He has a huge responsibility as a big brother. He is the epitomy of a "Man-child". There are those days that I can't believe all the stuff he does around the ranch and then we have those moments when the little boy comes out and I think, "what just happend?". Not yet man, not quite child.

I ask God everyday what His plan is for this boy. I really need to know so that I can be prepared. He hasn't told me yet so I guess it's one day at a time.



Happy Birthday, Bo! Know how much I love you? My whole life, I love you.

Blessings~
P.

The Daughter

This girlie has had her daddy wrapped around her finger from the get-go.








Daddy felt it necessary to declare her off limits!






Blessings~
P.

I've Been MIA

I have literally felt like this . . .












For about five days.



But on Monday, I felt good enough to start a 5:30 am aerobics class! I said I had proof . . .









Here I am, all smiles, headed to my class at 5:00 in the morning. Winfield Rec Center is about a 20-25 min. drive. I turned on the radio, had some great praise and worship and went to work off the pounds!

I am really excited for this class and guess what?! Most of the ladies were my age and about my size! I certainly didn't want to walk into a room of buns and abs of steel!

When the class was over, I took my two biscuit butts and my abs of jello and went home thinking it wasn't too bad. Today . . . my abs are not sure what happened!




Sunday, Bo had a double header. I love Fall Ball. You can watch baseball without sweating, sunburning, swatting misquitos, and drinking a case of water all by yourself! It was a beautiful day in Kansas and my son played pretty good. Cleared the bases twice with a smash all the way to the fence and played good fundamental baseball.

Grandma and Grandpa came for the afternoon and had a good time with the kiddos. We went out to eat afterwards and here is the evidence that my crew is pretty goofy!



Showing off the guns . . .




Kash lovin' on Grandma . . .



Klay makin' sure we know he's with us . . .



Bo showin' Dad a little love . . .



Just tryin' to get a normal picture of this man is tough . . .



Grandma made a comment about how good the "mustachio" was looking so we had to get a good look . . .



Klay makin' sure Dad knows how tuff he is . . .



A sun and shadow picture of my mom . . .



Grandpa and Bo sluggin' down some refreshment . . . The K's call grandpa, "Grandmadaddy!" Isn't that just the cutest!



All of State Fair pictures are on my new SmartPhone. Since I am not as smart as my SmartPhone, I'll save those for when I graduate from SmartPhone college. But I have some really good pictures!

So many updates to give you. You remember the Ladies? Got some updates on them. Got some updates on Bailey and her barrel racing, got some updates on Broken Y Ranch Ministries. Lots of good stuff coming your way . . . as long as I can get time on the 'pooter. (As Bailey called it when she was a little thing).

Have a great Tuesday.

Blessings~

P.

PS - Ranchwife - Quit living in denial. Desert does not count! You can not cook a main course without some kind of fire in it and you know it!

Quick Hello

Good Monday morning to everyone! I've got fun pictures coming. Just have to start school, laundry, water the steers, make a few phone calls, clean the house, and take a shower because, guess what?! I went to a 5:30 am aerobics class! Yes, I did! I will even have a picture to prove it!

Blessings~
P.

Sniffling, Sneezing, Coughing, Aching, Stuffy Head, Fever So You Can Rest Medicine?

Ya know . . . I don't like Nyquil. I'd rather just take a shot of whiskey.

I haven't been feeling good, in fact, I've felt terrible for about five days now, but I am breathing clearly today and have only coughed a few times!

So, it's KANSAS STATE FAIR time!

Taking the camera and will share the fun.

Have a great Tuesday!

Blessings~
P.

The Gore Score!

Well . . . this is how it all started. He thought the clutch was going bad on the truck so he decided it was time to take it apart. In doing so, he was going to have to drop the transmission out in order to get to the clutch.

This doesn't worry me because the DH is not only a CPA but a licensed aircraft mechanic and inspector and an auto mechanic! Lots of good functioning mush in that handsome head! Besides, there is just something about a man that's been workin'!

Anyway . . . here is the truck . . .



The transmission out of the truck . . .



The flywheel out of the truck (by the way, if you haven't seen the movie "Flywheel", you should) . . .





Now what really happened . . . well . . .


He had the trannie out on the ground and was taking the flywheel off. This baby weighs about 60 pounds. He thought it was being held in by a shaft or something like that and when he loosened the last bolt . . . yep, you guessed it . . .

The 60 lb. flywheel crashed down onto his hand, smashing it against the transmission.

Bo was sitting there holding the light and asked him if he was okay, he said, "Lets get outa here." Bailey saw him come out of the garage and bend over and ran to me and said, "Mom, I think Dad is hurt." I step out the back door, he rounds the corner of the house and said, "I cut my hand." I run in to clear an area around the sink, get him inside, take the dirty, greasy rag off and blood shoots everywhere. Okay, gore score - 10. He said the pain was incredible.

Then . . .

He proceeds to step back, and back again, and turns and falls into my wall of cabinets. Face ghost white - great - he's gonin' down. I get ahold of him, realize he's gonna pass out and decide the emergency is our next stop. Debated on an ambulance because I wasn't really sure what kind of artery he had cut.

We get him to the ER and he is filthy . . .



Not so white anymore but really feeling some pain . . .



They completely deaden his hand so they can clean all the grease off before they can even look at it.

Once he's cleaned up . . . this is what they found . . .



They took X-rays to make sure no bones were crushed and fortunately nothing broken. They decided to dig around a little before they just stitched him up and found that he cut two tendons. The first doctor said he cut them and she showed me a cut tendon - looks like a cooked spegetti noodle. The next doctor said he just nicked them and was really lucky. I'm wondering if there is a cut tendon in that hand that we are going to have to deal with at a later date. They stitched the tendons and his hand and sent us home.

After a shower, this is what we have. Extremly sore - not able to bend the fingers, bruising started.



He's trying to cry, but it's just not working.

We are thankful he wasn't hurt worse. He thinks it was a wasted trip to the ER.

I don't!

Blessings~
P.

Coming Soon . . . "The Gore Score!"

Yep, you guessed it!





Another trip to the emergency room!





Who is it this time?







How bad is it?







How'd it happen?







What kinda gore score will there be???







You decide! 1 through 10 - 10 being the worst.







I'll give all the gorey details tomorrow!








Until then . . . Tylenol, Motrin, and sleep!






Blessings Ya'll!

P.

PS - It's been a crazy week . . . I've got lots of random pix coming! I've missed ya'll but have been checking in when I can!