New Years Eve

Weather update for the snowed in friends...

It's 66 degrees here. We are supposed to a troubled weather tonight. Some of Arkansas had Tornados this morning. It's looking dark and creepy outside right now @ 4PM.

My friend Beth has snow and cold.

My brother Scott has negative 40 degrees weather and like 1000 feet of snow.

I could wear shorts if I wanted or dared.

Stop laughing, I never wear shorts.

Christmas at Butler Manor

Merry Christmas! One good thing about Mary Margaret having a boyfriend...he can take our picture!!! Go Nathan!

Tim and Addison look excited about Christmas, don't you think?

Tuesday night, my BFF Dianna and her girls came over to exchange gifts and have some Wii Fun. Left To Right: Shelby, Mary Margaret, Taylor W., Taylor B.

Boy did we have some Wii Fun! Just Dance 2 has taken over our house. Nathan beat everyone! Alot.

Then it was time for me and Dianna to go head to head with Proud Mary. Tina Turner and her shaking bootay, has got nothing on me. When I do the Proud Mary...everything shakes, including the house!!!!! I thought I was a gonner!

Stay tuned for more Wii fun!!!!

Conversations With Taylor

Last night we rode around looking at Christmas Lights. Mary Margaret was being extremely quiet because she was afraid that I was mad at her for busting the face of her iPod. So Taylor had the floor.

We made it to Cogbill Cemetery and it was extremely dark.
Taylor: What's up with Cogbill being so dark?
Me: Well, looks like there are not any street lights around this area.
Taylor: It needs to be lit up like Crosslawn Cemetery. I'm going to get someone on that. Who owns it?
Me: The City of Wynne.
Taylor: Well, I'm going to get someone on that tomorrow! I know the Mayor AND his wife!
ME: You go girl!
Taylor: I bet the Mayor HAS to do what his wife says! Humph. Kids probably park out here in this cemetery! Humph. I'm taking care of this.

Who is this child?

LOL

Something made me Laugh Out Loud at lunch. I was driving to pick up my boss after lunch when I saw...

A tiny Chevy Love pick up truck with a rottwieller in the back. The dog was as long as the truck bed and he was resting his head on the roof.

Made me laugh out loud and yes I know that I can't spell. I tried spell check and apparently I'm not close enough to get it corrected!

Early Birthday Loot

From my most beautiful, talented, and very brave, immensely strong sister-in-law, friend, neighbor, and partner in crime I received early:

A Pink Lucy and Ethel Hot Chocolate Mug! I do believe that Hot Chocolate taste way better in this mug!

Shot gun shells/ bullets-reason #1 why I didn't need a gun.

Birthday Loot

I know everyone is just sitting on pins and needles wondering what I got for my birthday.

From Tim: a double barrel shotgun without bullets
(probably a good idea to not get the bullets Tim)
Flowers and a card

(Tim gave the girls money to buy me presents with. I did not know this. We went Christmas shopping in Memphis on Saturday.)

From Taylor: Earrings from Charming Charlies
Spray, Lotion, Body Gel, and Lip Gloss from Bath and Body Works
Cute Card: Hunky guy on the front that said...Wonder What He Says When He Sees a Woman Like You. Inside said: Man I bet she can make some fine biscuits and gravy.

Ha Ha.

From Mary Margaret: She bought herself a purse and I had to loan her money to buy me the slippers I wanted from Aeropostale.

The End

Tim was a tiny bit mad at Mary Margaret because he said SPEND THE WHOLE AMOUNT ON KAYE not you.

Where Are You Christmas

I was listening to WRVR, the radio person was reading a letter from a listener. This letter described exactly how I feel this year about the Holidays. This person said she felt her Holiday traditions changing each year, family drifting, the magical Christmas of her childhood was gone, a little less Christmas each year.

I miss sitting indian style in the floor with my brothers watching Charlie Brown Christmas. I miss stringing popcorn for the tree with them. I miss bundling up to head to Mamaw Brawner's house for a huge family dinner. I miss dressing up for Papaw Clark's. Christmas night dinner. I miss my sweet little Papaw.

This year it started when I heard MM's boyfriend tell her that his Mom bought her as stocking for their house. One little chip at this old woman. I'm glad that his mother likes her enough to make her feel part of his family, I want that for my girls. I'm not ready to give up my girls to boyfriends and their families no matter how nice they are. I don't have the Christmas spirit this year, I noticed it last year, but kind of blew it off. I can't get enough time to put up my outside lights, my house is dreary. Inside my house, I need so many repairs made, it seems ridiculous to decorate. My house feels junky, which makes me feel junky. My heart is heavy with a few worries, which sometimes makes me not so much fun to be around. I'm sure I won't be seeing Dad or my brothers and sister and you know what I just want them. Enough! I'm not a whiner.

This post is so random.

The girls have rabbit ears on their TV's now and I watched Charlie Brown Christmas alone. That was not fun.

The only time I saw the girls was during commercial break...
This conversation happened while I was typing this post out:
MM: I hope you feel better soon
ME: me too, it bites being sick
MM: I hope I don't get sick, I've been trying to not get by preventing myself from blowing my nose!
ME: (with an arched eyebrow) oh really, how's that working for you?
MM: its going well!
Taylor: (rolling her eyes). Genius!

I need to decorate my tree.

My Birthday

My day was average yesterday.
I turned 37.
I noticed that my feet look old.

The old saying "raising teenagers is like trying to nail Jello to the wall" is still true, thought maybe with age it would get better.

NOT

I made people in the house mad, well, actually one person. Mary Margaret expected me to make cookies that she volunteered to make for Science Club and I made her make them.

I should have just made them myself.

My kitchen looked like a dump this morning.
Cookie dough on the counter, floor, microwave, living room floor and what little she tried to clean up, she used a drying towel, folded it and put it back in the drawer like a fresh clean towel.

I shouldn't be so hard on her because she was so tired! It was like 9 pm when she mentioned the cookies had to be made, that she needed zip lock bags to put them in, and that I needed more butter to make them with.

But she was so tired. The science extravaganza just wore her out.

AND because she had to make cookies that she volunteered for, she didn't even get to text Nathan after seeing him all day at school.

Boo Hoo

Christmas is Coming!

It was Christmas Parade Time in our little town last night. These girls have gone to the Christmas Parade with each other almost every year for the last 15 years. Mary Margaret, Taylor Witcher, Maggie Kennedey, Shebly Moore, and Taylor Butler.

We added someone new this year....
My cousin Erin's little boy, Grant...
He and his Grammy going for a little walk?

And finally...we saw Nathan, MM's Boyfriend who is 16 years old and a very nice young man WITHOUT a receeding hair line...just a nice crew cut. He was rocking some drums!

We The People

We The People by Taylor Butler

We the people
Of the United States
In order to perform
A perfect reunion
Extablish injustice
Ensure domestic transquality
Provide for the common defense
Promote for the general wearfare
Secure the blessing of liberty
To ourself and our prostate
Do ordain and extablish
This constitution for THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!

And then...she says my guns are loaded...and the gas exploded almost causing MM to vomit and Taylor to roll in the floor laughing until she cried/peed on herself...See Joanna...girls are rotten too.
Hmmm...
I think our forefathers might be a little speechless...
Needs a few tweaks don't you think?

Then MM made us listen to her read texts from the boyfriend Nathan, then we had to listen to romantic songs she wants to dedicate to Nathan all while having to look at her plumbers crack.

Keepin it real @ Butler Manor!

Future Arkansas Department of Corrections Residents?

Future Arkansas Department of Correctoins Residents...

Peepaw (my fatherinlaw): Okay, son, this is how you work the most dangerous gun in the world, the BB Gun.
Tim: Dad, I can do it!
Taylor: Um, I think we shouldn't do this.
Mary Margaret: ooo give me the gun, give me the gun!

Tim: "RUN KAYE, IT WON'T HURT MUCH!!!"
Mary Margaret: oh, I'm scared now, she's gonna get mad when Tim hits her in the bootay!
Taylor: This is just wrong! I'm not getting grounded for this one!

Okay girls, practice up, so you can make Kaye Kaye run too!!!!

Since I'm still blogging and Tim can't be found. I would say that...I didn't run.

Rolling with the Butler's!

Girls and a Movie

Harlow! Hello! Girl, you always know how to get my blood pressure pumping!
(I almost thought you were the anonymous commenter the other day, then I thought, surely she's read enough to know we are not the family in the movie Virgin Suicides)

I want to explain, I know Nathan's family, they are very good people. We live in a small town, so we know just about everyone. I probably went a little too far with the "name on a double barrel" thing, which made him look like a deer caught in headlight, okay, and maybe taking his picture so I can hunt him later was a little extreme. I'm hoping he didn't tell his parents, but, I think he did. His mother met MM at school yesterday and was impressed with the tactics I took to make sure she was safe on the date. I'm thinking he told.

This morning, I caught Mary Margaret doing Taylor's hair and makeup. Taylor said, "I asked her to fix me up so I can catch me a boy like Nathan". How cute is that? Not as cute as the 4th grade boy that walked up to Taylor the 8th grader and told her she was HOT and that he's been watching her on the bus to the High School everyday. Hmmm. I wonder if Taylor was really trying to look even hotter for the 4th grader?

Now, moving right along.

I never agree with the Oscar Nominations, which is probably why the big dawgs never ask my opinion. We watched a movie this weekend that really hit home with me. Tim and I watched it first, as we do with all Rated R movies, as I watched this movie, I couldn't help but wonder "what if". The name of the movie is "Winter Bone". A 17 year old girl is taking care of her younger brother, sister and her mother. Her dad is a "cooker" and has been missing for several days and has a court day approaching, to which he has put their shack and land up for bail. They will loose it if he doesn't show. This young girl in my book is strong and unbelievable, doing what she has to do, not backing down, to save her little family. It is set in the Missouri backwoods. You can rent it a RedBox. We let the girls watch it. This movie deserves an Oscar, it's extremely honest and raw and the characters were fantastic. The actors, wow. The 17 year old was amazing. The "what if" factor, what if Tim and I had not been able raise them, what if their mother had run off with them, could this be their life?

You may think our life has been glitter and glamour(haha), it hasn't. There was a time when I didn't know if I could stand much more, and it all seemed to happen at once, every corner we turned another wall, family, finances, stress. Laughter. Love. Faith. Prayers. It keeps us going.

We still have our ups and downs. There is always a knot deep inside of worry. Things are 100 times better than they used to be.

I joke a lot.

Faith.

Prayer.

Doing my best to keep all of us together and safe.

These girls and Tim are my world, without them it would be really quiet and lonely.

It's really how I roll.

This blog would be TOTALLY boring without them!

The Date

Mary Margaret went on her first real date. He came and picked her up and took her to the movies AND PAID for it.

She was impressed as was I.

I was gentle.

His hand was sweaty when he came in to meet me. I shook his hand. I asked him if he was gonna be safe with my girl. He said yes mam.

Me: So I don't have to explain that I have a double barrell with your name on it?
Him: Um..no mam
Me:I need to take a picture
I took the picture with my phone. I said, I need that picture in case I need to hunt you down later tonight.

Tim's gun case full of amo and guns was a real big help!



Taylor helped alot. She was all...."have you talked to Tim or Dianna?"
"I can't believe you are just going to let her go off with someone!"

Taylor and I left about 10 minutes after they did. We went to the same movie. We were the first ones out the door. Which made me feel really good.

He got her home by the 10 PM curfew and hung out to about 11:15. He's a nice boy.
She likes him, that's what matters.

Keeping it real!
It's how we roll!

Blog Pals

Beth Paulsen and I have been blog friends for awhile now. She lives in Iowa and I live in Arkansas.

Beth is a native Arkansan. She grew up in Stuttgart, Arkansas, home to some of the best duck hunting in the state. Beth and her family were traveling this weekend home to Stuttgart for Thanksgiving and decided to drive through Wynne!!! Yay Me! Go Check out Playing with the Paulsens...she's an awesome photographer with awesome tips!

We get to meet!


Of course there was all kinds of craziness when we met! We took them out to Village Creek so her guys could fish and we can visit. There was a lot of laughing...


On their way through the metropolis of Earle and Parkin, they were educated. Some Arkansans have grocery carts in their yards. I received a text from Beth..."ok be honest r there shopping buggies in ur yard?" I was tempted to say yes...but she said be honest, and I'm glad to report that there are no shopping buggies in my yard at the moment. You never know though, I might find a good deal somewhere! LOL. We do have 2 campers, about 4 fishing boats, a duck boat/blind, tractor, 4 wheelers, canoe, a couple of 16 foot trailers, my Halloween decoration is still out, a 65 pound basset/beagle and a cat. (and for the anonymous commenter...a fallout shelter that I plan to lock my children in so they can become detached from society and depressed.)
Beth quickly realized that we were really not backwoods hillbillies, we do brush a mouth full of teeth and take a bath everyday...
then
there
was
Mary Margaret

We were on our best behavior, but I think she blew our cover.

It's how we roll!

Comment

This comment was left by Anonymous in reference to yesterday's post.

This is because America is moving FORWARD whereas you're moving BACKWARDS.

Oh and by the way, I watched The Virgin Suicides the other day and couldn't help but think of it as your daughters future unless you change your ignorant behavior that is holding them back. You should probably watch the film, it might save the girls.

* * * * * * * * *

Didn't know I was behaving ignorantly. Now I do? I do plan to Google Virgin Suicides.

Disgusted

The Bible is banned from school.
A teacher can tell his class all about his sexual preference.
Prayer has been taken out of school.
A teacher can explain to his class what "saging" is.
A child chooses Abortion as her subject for a speech.
The teacher tells her to not use the bible to back up her speech because you can't prove that the Bible says to not have an abortion.
I may be wrong, but I think this teacher is pushing his belief on these kids.

I've Been Thinking

I know...me thinking could be dangerous!

I've been thinking that I should blog more about Freckles the dog. I think I might do either a daily or weekly picture of him and his thoughts...

What do ya think?

Facebook Buddies?

Amos Brawner: 2 Years Old? Dog-son of Scott Brawner, my brother in Alaska.

awwwwwwwwwwwwww
Now that we're over all his cuteness, chew on this. AMOS has a FACEBOOK! Yes! And, shush...I talk to him on facebook! It cracks me up and makes me feel a little crazy and I don't like that feeling at all. I've spent most of my adult life trying to not be crazy like (youknowwho).

My question is this, should our dog, Freckles have a facebook? What would he have to say?

I asked him his thoughts.
He really didn't have much to say.
He did say this..."Why do you let that child Mary Margaret put ribbons on me, make me play the roll of prince charming, and put bells around my neck and HELLO I do not like hay up my nose!!!!!!! A dog needs to know these things."
Okay, so he didn't really say all that stuff, but I'm sure he's thinking it.
Take a good look at this picture and tell me what you think he's thinking about.

Television

Adam-12
Police Officer Pete: Father, we follow a book. We stand by that book.
Father: You know boys, I follow a book too.
Police Officer Pete: We know father.
Father: which one has more answers mine or yours?

Where Are You

Picture this...

Beautiful Sunday afternoon. I have dropped off Mary Margaret at her JPC meeting. Taylor and I are headed to drop off red box rentals at Wal-Mart and then to do a little shoe shopping while we wait for Mary Margaret.

My friend Dianna calls, we are chit-chatting about nothing really. She says "I need you to come over to my house and look at this rose bush and tell me what I need to do with it this winter".

I headed over there.

Taylor called.

Still at Wal-Mart.

She says: where are you?

I'm only 37.

Should I be forgetting my children?

It's how I roll!

What About A List?

List. Did you make them as a kid? Do you make them now?

I remember my brothers and I dragging out the Sears and J C Penny catalogs, laying on the floor, and making the Santa list of almost every toy in both catalogs! Of course, Andy and Scottie were usually wearing their Underroos and I was always wearing my pretty silky red night gown! That list as a kid was the most exciting list to make. I would put mine under my pillow every night just in case I need to make a change, carried it to school, and we had them out during TV time cause new toys were on TV all the time!

Back then I could keep up with things. I could remember where I hid stuff to keep my brothers from touching it. Yes, I didn't like for them to touch my stuff, I know its hard to believe. It was okay as long as I was making them wear my dresses it was ok, but let them want to borrow Barbie to blow her up, buddy it was on!

Until last year, I would make grocery list after grocery list and leave it at home, in the car, or just plain forget what the heck I did with it. Now, the girls have those iPods, they make the list, the list makres it in the store, they put in their ear buds, and dance around the store, making me forget I made the list to start with!

Which brings me to the real reason for this blog. Tim asked me what I want for my birthday this year. I said I'll make you a list.
I need a new light in the kitchen
I need a new ceiling fan in the bedroom
I need new carpet in the hall and den
I need new floor in laundry room
I need new floor in bathroom
Need new floor in mm's room
Need new floor in our room
Need a new roof
And the kitchen sink has a leak.
What I want is a zoom lens for my camera

He said, "oh"

Bet that's not what kind of list he wanted.

Keep on rolling with the flow, that's how I do it!

Peace! Remember our Heroes today!

Small Town Life

I live in a very small town. I love my small town. I've lived here all my life and I come from a large old family. I get asked all the time, "now who do you belong to?". Years ago the answer to that question was easy because everyone knew my grandparents. Now, a lot of the older generation have passed and my parents generation asks the question, "who did you belong to?". I hesitate to answer, the most people remember about my dad is that he's a good ol' boy and moved to the hills a long time ago.

Then comes the mother question. I usually tell them she was not from Wynne and we move onto a different subject. Occasionally I get that one someone who remembers. Don't you just love the look on peoples faces when they remember someone and then they remember that someone is attached to juicy gossip, even if it is gossip that is at least 20 years old? That look is priceless and it gives me the advantage of knowing what's coming next. Just makes me want to say "Nanner Nanner Boo Boo, I already know what you are going to say!!!" The response I get when I say her name is "oh, your mom was the one! The one who dated the preacher and..." And I usually respond, yes that's my mother. Some say it before they realize what's come out of their mouth and some say it to see the shock value and then there are the busy bodies.

I'm the only one of my Dads family left in this town, his brothers and sisters have long since moved off and so have their children,there are cousins here and great aunts and great uncles. So why haven't I? I'm at home here. Comfortable.

I know every street, I know its history, I can remember riding down those streets with my brothers on bikes, walking with my friends and dreaming, learning to drive on these streets, walking with my mother for exercise, remember watching return from her walk with (shush) the preacher, I learned to drive on these streets, first kiss, and of course I fell in love with Bon Jovi and a few others, I remember my brothers riding off with dad and I was to stubborn to tell them bye and how much I loved them.

I met (ok stalked) Tim and wore him down until he was SCARED and married me!

How about the new memories? I watched my girls learn to walk, ride bikes, and now teaching them to drive on the same streets, listening to their dreams and loving them in this very small town I live in.

The friends have changed since way back when, the memories have stayed the same, life in a small town!
So what if I get the occasional "oh your..." That just means that the person they were talking about before is getting a break!
Its how I roll in this small town.

Text Anyone?

Would you like to know what two grown women do with their time on a lovely Tuesday night?

They text.

They text a lot of goofy stuff.

Dianne: just got a call from Woodruff Electric saying that my power has been restored
Kaye: where u out of power? And just what kind of power did you get? Super powers?
Dianne: LOL. I like that. Super powers. Dang they just called again.
Kaye: oh my GOSH! You are getting the top of the line super powers! Hulk for Clayton Cat Woman for you Mad scientist for Philip and Invisible Man for andrew.
Dianne: no. Wonder woman.
Kaye: ok. Wonder woman but I get to be Bionic Woman cause I can make the running noise REAL good!
Dianne: yeah but I get boobs and a really cool head band to go with my luxuriouse black hair.
Kaye: I'm anorexic and have long blonde hair and can run like the wind after seeing the future all day. AND I get to kiss the million dollar man A LOT
Dianne: I got a lasso and a airplane that turns invisible plus stars and stripes mini costume
Kaye: um...I have awesome bell bottoms and stacked shoes and trouible sleeping.
Dianne: I got fake eye lashes
Kaye: I probably do too! Oh oh I know I have a mole on my lip that makes me look sexy!
Dianne; but you can see mine and they look like spiders! You watched too much bionic woman.
Kaye: I'm not ashamed to admit it...

Too be continued...

We texted each other for almost 2 hours! Can't wait to share the rest with ya'll!

Slogans

Taylor is studying Slogans in her Career Orientation class. Brings back a lot of memories. I must say that Taylor has caught that blond disease that Mary Margaret had last year.

Taylor ask me to help her.
Taylor: Ok this is the slogan
Slogan: The Big Brown Truck Delivers, what is it
ME: UPS
Taylor: ok, spell it.

Seriously, I do not make this stuff up.

Taylor: Here's another one "um um good" I say K-Mart.
Me: Really? How about Campbell's Soup?
Taylor: naw, I'm not hungry right now, let's get this done and I'll take some.

Seriously, I'm not making this up!

Taylor: "Roll That Beautiful Bean Footage" I say Bush Beer
Me: Um, no, Bush beans!!!
Taylor: oooookay.


Me to all of Ya'll: what was your favorite slogan?
My brothers used to go around yelling at me WHERE'S THE BEEF KAAAAAAAAYYYYYYEEEEE?

It's how we roll.


P.S. Mary Margaret still has the blond disease, just not as often.

Sunday Morning Drive

Sunday morning we went for a little drive. A drive that led us to Village Creek State Park to see the hot air balloons take off for destinations unknown. They were Beautiful! See-

We were to get up bright and early Sunday morning to run to Village Creek to see the balloons, Tim was going with us! Yay, a family outing! He had just told me that I do too much stuff in the morning and late at night, times when he likes to sleep. I had just told him that I think that everyone else thinks that I am crazy and making him up, because I go everywhere A.L.O.N.E. 4:45 am, he gets a wrecker call, which means, he will probably miss the balloons. I'm good with that, it's usually how it happens. The girls and I leave the house about 6:45 am to be at the park by 7:00. Mary Margaret makes a random phone call to Tim and asks him to still come to the park and HE SAYS YES!

This is why I love him. You never know what to expect out of that man. 7:15 am he drives up to where we are with...
DAYLIGHT DONUTS GLAZED AND CHOCOLATE
AND
BACON EGG AND CHEESE BISCUITS.
(this is the real reason why I love him, donuts.)
Now to the Sunday Ride. The balloons were gone by 7:40. Tim says, lets ride around the park! Mary Margaret jumps in the driver seat, because she gets to drive! Tim is a hoot when she drives, okay he's a hoot when he's driving, I'm driving, or when anyone is driving.
Mary Margaret and Tim in the front seat.

Conversation of Tim and Mary Margaret:
Tim: WATCH IT!
MM: What?
Tim: Didn't you see that leaf in the road?
MM: OMGOSH I'VE GOT THIS!!!!!
Tim: WATCH IT!!!!!!
MM: What, I didn't see a leaf this time, gosh.
Tim: I know, you weren't watching the road you were texting!
MM: NO I WASN'T, KK DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, I WASN'T TEXTING!!!
Tim: OMGosh, I'm gonna die she's going 15 miles per hour.
MM: OMGOSH HE'S SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN.
Tim: I get it from you, MISS MARY MARGARET I HAVE A NEW BOYFRIEND EVERYDAY BUTLER.
MM: KAYE TELL HIM TO STOP IT.

MM to Tim: Your smoking cigars make me sick. You need to stop smoking.
Tim: Your driving makes me sick, we are even.
MM: No, really, it's making me sick to my stomach, I could vomit on you any minute.
Tim: I'll vomit right back at you.
MM: I'm just saying!
(she's taking a swig of Pepsi as she says this!)
Tim: OMGOSH YOU NEED TO STOP DRINKING AND DRIVING YOU ARE GOING TO KILL ME!!!!
MM: KK DON'T BELIEVE HIM I'M DRINKING PEPSI!!!!!!!!!!!

ME: do you both realize that I'm in the back seat and you really don't have to yell at me?

MM: UM, OKAY, WHO WAS YELLING?

Gees. For those of who think Tim this big, tough, quiet man. Think again. You can borrow him whenever you want. I do not charge. I will not pay you.

It's how I roll!

Friday's Shower Question

Ha! I tricked them today! I took my shower at 5 AM, cause I got a list a mile long to complete before tonight! I'm taking picutres at a Halloween/Birthday party tonight. Gonna be a long busy day!

Today's Shower Question

MM: Hey, can I get $50 from your billfold to buy my yearbook?
ME: If you find $50 in my billfold you can have it!

(I secretly know that there are just reciepts and quarters in that thing!)

Am I Riding Solo

Living at Butler Manor, I sometimes wonder if I'm riding Solo (parents of teens might catch on to the "riding solo" which is ONE of the most annoying songs ever, there are many.) The rest of the people living at Butler Manor are riding together in a completely different time zone!

I have questions, can someone PLEASE answer them for me.

1. When asking a teenager to do a chore (and/or turn over their cell phone), why do they answer you back with a 5-10 minute speech as to why they feel like they should not have to do the chore (and/or turn over their cell phone).

2. When having a conversation with a teenager, why do they appear to be listening?
This is just an example and surely does not happen at my house: at the end of my conversation with most teenagers, they blink wildly and say...OMG where you talking to me? Um....looking around the room there appears to be just me and you here, so yes I was talking to you...which again gets the wild blinking and the question, OMG where you talking to me again cause so-so just txted me and was all like omg did you seee him this morning and I was like oh he's just a poser and blah blah blah blah .....this would be where I drift off into never never land).

3. Where do they come up with some of the questions they ask. "Hey Kaye Kaye, it says in the Arkansas State Highway Driving Manual that you have to watch out for pediatricians crossing the road, why?"
(Do you seriously think that word is pediatricians? Why in the world would random pediatricians cross the road? Answer from teen: Um because they don't have a car? ME: do you know what a pediatrician is? A Baby Doctor. Why would you have to watch out for random BABY DOCTORS crossing the road? Teen: I DON"T KNOW, THAT'S WHY I ASKED YOU!)

My final question FOR NOW.

4. Why do kids in general wait to get stuff for school signed, ask you if what they have on looks good, how does their hair look, can I have $$ for this or that, and my all time favorite...hey kaye, what are you doing in there? WHEN YOU ARE IN THE FREAKING SHOWER.
4.

Funeral Directors Job Is Never Done

One little fly and one little wasp fly innocently into the funeral home on Union Avenue. They did not know or suspect that their life was soon to be over, much less that it would end in a funeral home.

All day long they were the best of friends, flying high and low, buzzing happily around and around.

Suddenly there was a horrible racket. They headed for the beautiful trees for shelter from the horrible noise. *SMACK* They couldn't get to the trees! Time was running out! The wasp was flying higher and could not save her new little friend. There was a terrible smelling mist, lots of mist. Her friend the fly couldn't make it.

The wasp flies in a different direction, she see a beautiful young woman gasping for air. The enemies, two brothers were battling for the position of Spray King, and they were spraying that evil mist everywhere. The wasp figures soon the beautiful human will also bite the dust just like her friend the fly. The world started to turn black, her wings wouldn't work properly, wasp knew this was the end.

This is the end of the story, wasp sadly died that dreadful afternoon and no one knows what happend next.

ROTFLOL

My husband, Tim won a door prize at a Bar-B-Que that he didn't attend.

He won a SPRAY TAN SESSION!

Those of you who know Tim, know why I'm rolling on the floor laughing out loud!

It's how we roll!

Your Joking Right?

This week has been homecoming for our school. Of course, you have "spirit" all week long! There have been Nerds, Farmers, Twinkies, Wacky Tacky People, People in PJ's, Career Day, Sports Day, you name it, they've done it.

Today at the High School was Twinkie Day, you and someone dress just alike and you are, OMGee, twinkies! (I say this in a high pitched voice and throw my hands up in the air saying a-o...LOL). I feel like I'm the only one laughing at my little song/joke, so back to the story. This morning there were matching kids everywhere. I noticed something. A man sitting on a motorcycle, looking in the mirror, combing his mustache. I thought, that's odd, teachers have their own parking lot, wonder what he's doing in the student lot. So I asked Mary Margaret...

ME:Who is that teacher?
MM: Where?
ME: There, on the motor cycle.
MM: That's no teacher.
ME: (arched eyebrow) Well, who is it?
MM: That's a dude that is giving the 9th grade a 3rd try.
ME: Do what?
MM: This year is his 3rd time in the 9th grade.
ME: And just how do you know this?
MM: I asked a teacher what subject he taught and she said...That's no teacher, he's in the 9th grade. Then a kid told me for the 3rd time.

I'll let you chew on that for awhile!

Football Anyone?

We supported the 5th Grade Stingers today! Today was their homecoming. They were all so cute!!!
What caught my attention?
The prayer at the end of the football game.


Razorback Fans: PLEASE DO NOT COME HUNT ME DOWN
This may cause some of you to faint, so please sit down, I don't want anyone to have to call 911...

While we were visiting during the half time, someone (can't remember who) said...
"We're going to go watch the Razorbacks after this..."

Taylor: "What's a Razorback?"

I know.
I'm a horrible parent.
A monster.
How could I let this child go through life and not know who the Razorbacks are.
...then again, this is Taylor we are talking about.

Raise your hand if you want to be me!

Now put it down, you look silly.

Busy Times!

Boy have we been busy!
WBCSM has kicked off to a great start. Last night the picture for the High School Year Book was taken. I had my wide lense on the camera and still couldn't get all the kids in the picture! This is just one half of the picture!

5th Quarter is after all home football games at the Church. The youth get to hang out with finds, play pool, fuseball(?), ping pong, etc. Taylor and Zack playing pool at 5th quarter!
Um, someone stole my camera. This is what the adults do at 5th quarter. We work and have a great time!

The Dynamic Duo! LIz Haralson and Mary Margaret! They are an awesome Doubles Team! They won last night 6 out of their 6 games! Go Yellow Jacket Tennis!!!!

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.

Butler Manor Takes St. Louis

Vacation

Butler Manor is St. Louis, Missouri bound.

See you all next week.

Where Do I get This Stuff?

I swear I do not make up the stuff that these kids do and say. Really I don't.

Mary Margaret decided to become Lactose Intolerant after watching several commercials this summer about lactose free products. She announced this last week and informed me that I needed to go grocery shopping for her some food. I said fine, lets go over your list.

She had on her list: oreos, milk, ice cream, yogurt, Twinkies, cereal, chips, dip (bean & cheese), strawberries, cantaloupe, watermelon, kiwi, bananas.

I told her I would mark off what she couldn't have, she was ok with me marking on her list.

Her new list:
strawberries
cantaloupe
watermelon
kiwi
bananas

MM:Why can't I have all the junk food.
ME: They all have some amount of milk in them.
MM: Why can't I have milk?
ME: You have decided to be lactose intolerant.
MM: so
ME: Lactose intolerant means that you can't have things with milk, etc. because you are allergic to or can't handle milk products. (explaining on her level)
MM:Oh..well..I've decided that Im not lactose intolerant anymore.

Dianne was right...this didn't last long

We found a flyer on our van windshield the other night. Mary Margaret rips it off (she has to be first) and reads it..."East Baptist invites you to..."
MM: Well that must be some catholic stuff.
ME: Read that again.
she reads it
ME: Does it say catholic?
MM: Nope, but there could be a baptist/catholic church.
ME: No there can't be.
She sits down in the van and looks out the window with her arms crossed. This means she's going to let me think that I'm right, but she really thinks I KNOW NOTHING.

It's my life, come roll with me!

Decisions

Mary Margaret decided to become Lactose Intolerant.

Enough said.

I know...you are all fighting over who gets to be me first! No pushing!

For The Love Of Photos

Yes I live in Arkansas.
I love taking photos.
I've even gotten a few paying jobs recently.
I had a photo shoot planned last night, but they canceled. I went anyway.
Because I love photos.
The storm started to roll in and looked a little something like this.

Yes I live in Arkansas.
I am a red neck.
I drive a Chevy Venture.
I do not drive a 4 X 4.
I like to pretend that I do.

My mud hole

I called my preferred wrecker service. I hated to have to call. Tim gets so mad at me when I do stupid stuff. I used to do a lot of stupid stuff. I am older now and really don't know any better, just know how to control myself better. So I make the call.
ME: Um....what cha doin...
TIM: Working what u doin?
ME: Wondering if you would pull someone out that's stuck in a Chevy Venture just outside of Cherry Valley.
TIM: Yeah, who is it?
ME: Um...well....me.
TIM:#$%^&*(, Kaye what did you do?
ME: (thinking to myself...duh, got stuck) I got stuck just a little bit. (If I said the duh part...I stand a good chance of not getting pulled out for hours LOL)
TIM:...Hey Bobby...I got a free wrecker call for you to go work in Cherry Valley...
(the voices are muffled, probably a good thing, cause I think they were laughing at me or making fun of Tim because he has a wife that thinks her van can go anywhere) Hey Kaye, Bobby is on his way.
ME: OH thank you.
TIM: Where are you?
ME:...um....in a field outside of Cherry Valley
TIM$%^&*(), what are YOU doing in a FIELD?
ME: taking pictures. Im on Milam Barn Road
TIM: $%^&*@#$%, Bobby know where you are.

I can imagine Tim rubbing his head with his hands, shaking his head in disbelief, probably wondering how he got stuck with me.

Bobby gets there and has me out in a jiffy. He gets up and is trying hard not to laugh. I ask him was Tim mad. He said nope, he just said he wasn't going to go on this wrecker call. I'M SHOCKED. LOL I know Tim...
The little Toyota that pulled me out! Thanks Bobby!