Picture This...

Election night...

Tim comes home a little early, plops down in his chair, and says that he wants to listen to the election results.

Hmmm. Radio got broke last summer while the kids where swimming.

Taylor saves the day.

She runs and gets her shower strawberry shortcake radio (shaped like a strawberry).

So...picture this...

Tim in his chair eating sunflower seeds
big strong man
holding the strawberry shortcake radio to his ear
sporting pink toe nails


Keeping it real here at BFD.

New BFF's

Just want to give a heads up to my BFF's...Dianna, Dianne and Sandy...

Blanche Lambert Lincoln is hot on ya'lls tails! I think she and I are becoming BFF's. She called me all weekend telling me how she plans to change Washington and how she was thinking about the folks back home when she voted for the health care bill. I'm wondering how she's going to change Washington, and why now, what about all those previous chances she had to change Washington? She's been there like FOREVER.

AND let's not forget about my other BFF. Princilla Smith. She want's to be the Republican Candidate to run against my BFF Blanche (me and Blanche are now on first name basis.) I can't stand the pressure, both my new BFF's running against each other, begging me for my vote.

Ugh. What's a girl to do?

Butler Blond Moment...

I asked the girls this morning if they remembered to text Aunt Dianne happy birthday this morning.

Mary Margaret says.......TICKED YA...YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A MARY MARGARET BLOND MOMENT....NOT

Taylor says..."Dianne said t.u. Which means...come on Tuesday, I guess" (she's saying this will all kinds of attitude).
ME and MM: Do what????
Taylor: Come...On...Tuesday....duh.
ME: I think Dianne was saying Thank You.

Taylor: OMG, I'm such a looser. KK don't tell nobody, but you can tell everybody.
ME: ???????????????????????????????


When they hit the teen years...they instantly become brain dead....Bill Cosby

That's how we roll at BFD

Wierd Day

This afternoon nursing home employees brought clothes for a man that we have at the funeral home. On the inside, front, waist, was my grandfather's name.
Yes, the pants belonged to my grandfather, John Logan Clark, at one time.
Where have these pants been all this time? I should point out that my grandfather resided in a different nursing.... do the nursing homes share clothes?
I find this very funny, Papaws pants turns up years later, at my funeral home...This would have amazed him.

Mary Margaret has been searching for her school id badge since Wednesday. Today, I went into the bathroom at the funeral home and noticed something stuck between the lid and the bowl of the toilet. I flipped the lid up and there was her id badge. Odd place to loose a badge, don't you think?

I know She Didn't...

We pass a "David Cook for Congress" sign on our way to school today.

Mary Margaret says..."Dude...straight from American Idol to Congress! American Idol really worked for David Cook, wonder if he's going to sing 'Light On' when he wins".

Taylor says... "OMGosh...You are a Genuis."

(Me: like Taylor really knows who David Cook for Congress is...she's probably mad she didn't think of American Idol first!)

Family Conversations

Knowing my "Butler" Family and how crazy some conversations can get, throw in some "Brawner" and you get...

Sunday...
Andy:my brother
Amanda:my sister in law
Blake: nephew
Alisa: niece

MM to Blake: Dude, just thump me...
Blake: ain't thumping no girl
MM: Dude...do it, it's not gonna hurt
Blake: okay
*thump*
MM:Dude...you thumped my pimple and popped it...ewwww

Andy passes out while talking in the middle seat sandwiched in with Taylor and Alisa...all the sudden the song "The House That Built Me" by Miranda Lambert came on and he sits straight up out of his dead sleep...and starts singing...then passes out again...

Amanda and I just laughed.

Tonight...
I look over at MM and she has her knee up at her chin and is shaving her leg with my tape dispenser. She looks at me and says...what's wrong? (probably cause I'm giving her Hope Brady arched eyebrow...what soap opera is that from)
I say to her nothing and keep staring. She starts laughing and says...don't ya think I'm funny...
I tell her..I'm laughing on the inside.

Then she starts the other leg and says..."I'm mowing my yard...I got the front yard, do you wanna do the back yard?"

Yeah...I'm not even going there...

Folks..it's how we roll here at BFD

P. S. I thought Taylor was asleep all this time...she was on the phone with her boyfriend...eeeeewwwwww

Mother's Day

Mother's Day weekend was extremely eventful. Saturday night (10:20PM) I get a call from Tim telling me to run to his mom and dad's (next door) and see what is wrong with his dad, says he's not breathing. I get dressed rush over, he's gasping, throw him in the van (and his wife) and roll 95 miles per hour to the ER...a 10 minute trip in 4 minutes..I pulled up to the ER at 10:25. That included me getting dressed, leaving the house, pulling up their drive way, getting them and hitting the road for the 8 to 10 mile trip to the ER. It's how a I roll. My mother inlaw said that took the curves like a pro and is now scared that I may have had practice.

Um...Nope. Just concentrating on getting there.

Sunday, MM went to church with Kevin, Taylor and I went Wynne Baptist and then to pick up my little brother that was coming to town to eat dinner with us...

HOLY COW...

His wife and kids were with him.
They so lied to me...I thought she was in Kansas City Missouri, she had whined about not getting a mother's day gift, not getting to see Andy since is was working in Arkansas...blah blah blah...

That kind of lie is a good thing....

The only reason that I put this picture of my YOUNGER brother...is to do what all OLDER sisters do best...point out stuff and sing nanner nanner boo boo while doing it...ANDY HAS MORE GRAY HAIR THAN I DO NANNER NANNER BOO BOO.

Butler Girls

First...please take some time today in your prayers and say a prayer for the Orman Family here in Wynne. They bury their 5 year old son today, it's going to be a tough day and tough Mother's Day. Josh and Ronnie need prayers. If you know them and want to leave a condolence you can visit the funeral home website at www.kernodlefh.com

Its been a while since we posted a really good picture of me and the girls.

I'm loving this one.


While we were eating dinner at Pizza Hut...Taylor whined because I was too tired to go to the ball fields after being up the night before until 2 am and getting up at 5, and then working until 6:30 PM.

MM was not whining...she just randomly blurts out...dude I shaved my legs today and they are so smooth...wanna feel...and Dianna did it...LOL

We love to entertain...it's how we roll here at BFD.

7th and 8th Grade Select Choir End of Year Concert

Exciting Times

TAYLOR NICHOLE BUTLER HAS A BOYFRIEND.

Yep it's true! He's a cutie! If I ever figure out how to bluetooth to my computer from this stupid, stupid, little phone, I'll post their picture that we took tonight at church! That's right...he goes to our church! Yippeee


Taylor was grinning from ear to ear and blushing like nobody's business today after school!

Also...they get new glasses this month and MM has decided to try out contacts.

Rare pictures of Tim Butler...see he really does exist! Cajun Express in Wheatly just before we were told to leave because a tornado was headed our way!



Things are ROLLING here at Butler Manor!

Bummed

A dear friend of our family for 30 years now has died.

It's the last of my childhood.

My refridgerator has finally stopped working. She was bought in 1980, while my parents were sill married. First of her kind. Three doors.

Three doors made it difficult to move. Tim said once, that if we ever move again, the refridgerator gets sold with the house.

Is it weird to be attached to an appliance? I mean...I remember when I caught Scottie eating up the last of jello salad really fast before he got caught trying to stuff the empty bowl back in, I've watched my brothers fist fight over the last jug of milk, found Taylor and Mary Margaret sitting in front of if with the door open on both sides trying to cool off, it's held many birthday cakes, its something I've touched everyday for 30 years, when we come home from a long trip I walk in the kitchen and I KNOW I'm home. I know what caused every scratch and dent.

I should probably post some depressing lyrics on facebook like the teenagers do...
"...Throw me down and step all over my heart, ur cold one mintute and hot the next...freezing one mintute and blazing fire the next, I deserve better, but, I just cant live without your love, I will never be the same without your love, your love saved me, now my heart is black without u...i loved you refridgerator..."



Maybe I should get a picture of my fridge tattooed on my back...no wait a minute, Dianna just suggested I get one on my foot so I could see it everyday. One with open doors on one foot and on the other a closed door...let's not stop there... I'll get the washer on one bottom cheek and the dryer on the other...

U all know how crazy I am about my vaccum...Im getting that one down my leg.

I know, I'm strange. It's how I roll.
Jeez, I didn't cry when Drake died last week, but I think I might cry over the fridge!
Off to see a man about a refridgerator!