Not Me Monday

I posted at comment on Emma's Blog and thought...jee that would make a great post AND Emma Featured Mary Margaret!

So...This is what I did NOT do this weekend...

I did NOT weedeat my whole yard, trim back crepe myrtles, and pull weeds from my flower beds. (One of MM's friends couldn't believe that I even knew how to weed eat...tell me BOY just who do you think does all the work around this place is what I said, I may be scared of green frogs but I ain't scared of work!) I did NOT scrub the trampolene. I did NOT let the girls have a pool party Saturday night.

The best thing I did NOT DO...

I did NOT try to Help Mary Margaret with tennis after NOT weedeating all day Saturday. I am NOT 36, old, falling apart and fat. I did NOT slam myself into the fence around the tennis court, not once, twice but three times and maybe more I lost count. Mary Margaret did NOT say..."um your are not supposed to do that, it's against the rules." I did not have on a crapy pair of shorts that would not stay buttoned and I did NOT have to constantly pull them up. It did NOT rain while we were there and we kept practicing anyway. Mary Margaret did NOT hit me with the tennis ball A LOT. She did NOT hit it straight between my legs more than once. I did NOT hit the tennis ball outside the court and have to go get them. Mary Margaret did NOT say to me..."when we do that in practice, you have to run a lap."

She's breathing only because I do NOT want to be in jail, a new season of Grey's Anatomy is going to come on soon and I wouldn't feel right watching it from JAIL.
And besides, I want to go to Federal Prison not State.

See...I said it wasn't boring!

It's how I roll or maybe crawl.........

Bored? Come On Over

Are you bored?

Need a little excitement in your life?



Welllllll(in my best annoucer voice) Commmmmmmmmmmmmme on Down! Butler Manor is the place to be.



We have old dogs that have learned new tricks! Freckles, the 65lb Basset hound has learned to roll over at 13 years old.

We have cats that can not let the old dog with new tricks still the show! Pepper runs past Freckles, comes to a screeching halt and rolls over not once, not twice, but three times and sits up and smiles....look at me!!!!



and finally...

We have.....green frogs....in......our.....bathtub....

Yes folks me....Kaye Butler....Manager at Butler Manor has found the frog. I didn't even know the frog was lost!

I, innocently, climb into the shower Monday morning, thinking about the rest of the day, and what glorious blessing it would bestow on me and mine. When out of NO WHERE this evil green frog with red devil eyes leaped maliciously out at me from a high corner of the bathtub and landed on my chest, causing me to feel like I was going into cardiac arrest, shock, seizure, etc. I stealthily swiped the frog from my chest causing him to land on the opposite wall of the tub, directly across from me. I could tell from the look in his beady, red devil, eyes that the fight was ON. (one of my brothers used to say..."It's on like donkey kong") That's the look I and feeling I got from the frog.

I had no choice but to call for reinforcement.

My reinforcement team has been trained for this sort of mission, so I thought. The plan is this...When I scream..."Help, come get the frog, N....O.....W...." They are supposed to drop what they are doing and come to my assistance. My part in this mission is to stand as far away as possible from said enemy...the green frog. My reinforcements are to catch said frog and remove it from the property swiftly and without malicious intent.

THE PLAN DID NOT HAPPEN. EPIC FAILURE.

This is how it all went down....

We are now at the point that the frog has been flicked to the opposite wall of the tub. He's looking at me and I'm screaming for reinforcement. The shower is running HOT, I've got shampoo in my hair and I'm still screaming for reinforcement. I can hear them coming. I tell Mary Margaret to help me and the frog jumps towards me! I scream again...(Mary Margaret says that I'm saying...OH my gosh he's gonna get me, come on help me) I deny that. I was just making sure she could hear me and knew what I needed done. Plain and simple. She begins to laugh, Taylor come to the bathroom and wants to know what's going on...like she couldn't hear. Puuuulease.

My only defense...to wrap myself up in the shower curtain to save my life. I am standing in the shower, with the shower curtain wrapped around me, begging someone to get the stupid frog so that I can take my shower in peace and not go into cardiac arrest. (I use cardiac arrest because the children have no idea what that is and it sounds horrible). No one comes to my rescue...I peak out and I see...

Mary Margaret holding her sides, rolling in the hall floor, laughing and crying and gasping for air. Taylor has her legs crossed, bent half way over, laughing and crying and gasping for air. Why was her legs crossed? To keep from peeing she was laughing so hard.

Finally Mary Margaret gets the frog and I take my shower.

As I walk through the house getting ready to leave, I pass by each girl, who have been banished to their rooms for failing me in my time of need, and THEY SNICKER. I pass by Tim, who missed the whole ordeal, and HE SNICKERS. Apparently he has been filled in.

I need some allies in this place...

It's how I roll....drama to the end!

Butler Photos 2010...Continued

First...can anyone tell me why there is a photo bucket removal square in the middle of my blog? I don't even use photo bucket...annoying little thing...

What could go wrong with 21 family members and a photo session?

Piece....of....cake...right?
Last year we had this photo (which was my favorite)


We have serious people...look at Tim next to his sister...he's so serious, he kept mumbling...don't you know she's steadily snapping pictures? In all 20shots he never moved, his sister on the other hand was having a good time!

Angela's family was having a good time...

Dianne was having a good time...

A little action time...
see the baby's hand?

AND....ACTION!!!

Time to get serious...

2010 Butler Family Diaries

Ground: Taylor, Alyssa, Mary Margaret
Middle: Dianne, Philip, J. W.(dad), Mary Alice(mom) Amanda, Addison, Garrie, Tim, Angela, Kaye
Back: Clayton, Andrew, John, Renee', Ben, Josh, Johnathan and Jason

Driving Miss Daisy????

Driving Miss Daisy? Maybe.
We have a driver that drives UNDER the speed limit.
We have a driver that stops when there are no stop signs.
A driver that will NOT turn right on red.
A driver that freezes with the air on even in 110 degree weather.
(I secretly hope she grows huge ice sickles in 110 degree weather)
A driver that has to wear her hair pulled to the side or she can't drive.
A driver that pays herself n the back when she makes it to her destination ALIVE.
(I'm proud of that accomplishment too!)
And finally...
We have a van that is possessed.

Why?

Every few minutes an invisible wind whips through the van and messes up the drivers eyebrows causing her to smooth them down every few minutes. I know right? Wierd! Seriously, she smooth down her eyebrows while driving. You know how those things just go ape crazy on you while driving!
And...
We have a "know it all" back seat driver.
Said backseat driver WILL NOT try to drive but wants to be the boss.
And she can be REALLY pushy.
Deiver: Mary Margaret
Backseat Driver: Taylor

Butler Diaries take St. Louis!

Okay. First, yesterday's post was supposed to have pictures and words.
Technical difficulties?
OR operator difficulties?
Our week in pictures. Tomorrow, words.