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.

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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!