Happy Birthday Linda!

Who doesn’t love a birthday?  We are lucky enough to celebrate MANY birthdays throughout the year with all of our extended family (even if it takes me forever to write about it!)  It is particularly awesome when those choosing their birthday dinners pick some of my favorites!

I think it is safe to say Lasagna is becoming a birthday favorite, and not a person is complaining, in fact, I think if my parents advertised they were serving lasagna for dinner they would have to open up their basement and start charging admission.  It’s just that good.

In addition to the Lasagna, we also had Italian Sausage, Sauteed Cauliflower, and Broccoli with Sweet Peppers and Roasted Garlic Bread.  Dessert, and oldie but a goodie, Chocolate Cake.

Again, awesome picks!

For the birthday dinner, there were 11 adults, 3tweens, 2 two-year-olds, 1 toddler and 2 babies.

Since we have quite a few older kids it was decided that they should all take turns saying the blessing rather than my daughter doing it every time.  We even have a prayer cube in case they need a little help.

One of the boys said prayers tonight, “Thank you God for the food and friends. Amen.”

Amen.

Do you want some noodles? Hold on! I’ll get you some food too!

Wasn’t there a bowl of sausage?

Oh, oops! Yes, just a second!

Apple JUUUUUUUIIIICEEE

I thought I saw the sausages there!

Can you pass the bread, please?

And the butter when you get the chance!

Did you see the peach wine?

OOOOOO!

How was your massage?

Awesome!

I went to go pick her up from riding but she was already gone.  The horse lady said your mom has just picked her up.

And she didn’t call you?! I’m sorry! Thanks for the attempt though I really appreciate it!
No problem, it was a whole mile out of the way.

Still, thank you.

Oh, he’s going for another piece.

It’s just so good!

Here go see your aunt.

Well hello, baby!  I get a smile too? Big girl!

(baby kicks and squirms)

You want to go play with the big kids, don’t you?

Did you hear what she did?

No

She rolled over while you sister was at work for the first time! Dad got to see it!

Haha! Paybacks for waiting on the oatmeal huh?

I guess so, stinker.

Uhh, I don’t know if I can finish this piece, my eyes say Yes! My stomach says maybe not.

Take all that you want, but eat all that you take!

You don’t need to help clean up, it’s your birthday!

Well, I am on this side of the table! (The side sitting closest to the kitchen gets to clear the table).

Can I get a to-go box?

Hey! I got a video of you riding Chaps at your lesson.  Great job!

How did your show go?

Good! I took TWO reserve championships.  One for walk/trot and one for poles.

Good job!

So guys, what kind of bread was it tonight?

Uhhh, potato?

No, Roasted Garlic.

I ate it so fast, I have no idea.

I only got one piece, I;m so bummed that’s one of my favorites and I didn’t even notice!

I might have noticed if I didn’t run it through the sauce…

The first hunger bites don’t count, right?

 

Ready for cake? (Kids stampede through the house turning out lights and my two-year-old as always gets super excited with an ear to ear grin ready to sing Happy Happy)

Are you ready to sing?

Ready!

Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday Dear Linda (Mom), Happy Birthday to you!

YEA!!!!

This isn’t Mom’s usual chocolate cake… somethings different. She must have used cocoa powder.

(The older kids have already inhaled their cake and have stampeded outside to play)

What did you do differently with your cake?

Nothing…

You didn’t use cocoa powder? Why is it so fluffy?

I don’t know the sour cream coffee cake was way too fluffy also,

I noticed as I dropped half of my piece trying to eat it…

I think the flour is weird.

Did they accidentally give you self-rising flour?

I don’t know, it’s not the usual brand we buy, I can’t wait till its gone.

Well, it still tastes good.

It does, but it’s not my cake.

Well, we are going to head out, cranky baby.

(A friend fo mine pops by)

Wheres your niece?

They just left a few minutes ago.

Darn! I always miss that baby! But this one is awful cute! Those cheeks are killing me!

I know, they always get me too!

We’re going to head out too.  Beef next week, right?

Whenever you’re ready!

Hey, I brought your jars back, even dumped the homemade hooch out just for you.

Haha! Thanks.  That’s just a nasty thought, bathtub hooch.

Well, I learned to make it in prison….

Like the purple rain, in the bathtub? No thanks! Been there done that have the t-shirt!

Is she spending the night?

I think so…. Go get your back pack if you’re staying!

Don’t forget to take your tomato plants!

 

Happy Birthday, Tillie!!

My oldest daughter, the dinner prayer reciter, left the realm of single digit birthdays this year.  She was very busy over spring break and we didn’t get around to choosing her dinner until Sunday night (usually she has it well laid out in advance).  I think the conversation that decided her dinner is noteworthy, so here it is:

(Texted) Mom:  We need to know what Tillie wants for her birthday dinner.

Me: Tillie, you need to tell me what you want for dinner or Grandma is going to choose.

Tillie: I want, Fried Chicken and Mashed Potatoes and my bread.

Me: Challah bread?

Tillie: Yes!

Me: What do you want for dessert?

Tillie: I’m still thinking

To Mom: Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and challah bread.

Tillie: And green beans!  Drumsticks too!

To Mom: And green beans

*drumsticks*

Mom: No dessert?

Me: Still going through her options

10 minutes pass…

Me to Tillie:  You have to decide on dessert right now or we’ll forget.

Tillie: Apple pie.

Me: Really? Apple Pie?

Tillie: Yeah

Me: The kind with crumbles on the top or crust?

Tillie: The crumble kind.

Me: I didn’t think you liked apple pie?

Tillie: I love apple pie!

Me: Well that’s a very All-American Dinner, cool.

Me to Mom: Dutch Apple Pie ala mode

Mom: Really? I didn’t think she liked apple pie?

Me: That’s what I said.  But, she said it sounded good

Mom: She must be older now… like 10 🙂

So now that you are up to speed on the menu and its decision-making process, joining us for the celebration we had a good crowd of 10 adults, three tweens, two 2-year-olds, two one-year-olds and two babies.  A good friend of mine and surrogate aunt to Tillie also popped into deliver a birthday gift.

The usual Hello! How are you’s? and How’s it going this week?

Hey, we haven’t seen you in forever! Wow has he gotten big and look at that hair!

My 2-year-old decided to join the big kids at their table and actually ate more than she ever eats, so that seating arrangement will defiantly be tried again!

Bless this house, Lord we pray, keep us safe by night and day. Amen!

The little babies, who are getting rapidly bigger and starting to eyeball the food on the table, especially one who was sitting on her Daddy’s lap this week!

And conversations circle around as they do,

Stop throwing mashed potatoes to the dog!

Uh oh! We had a spill over here!

Where’s the dog?

Don’t worry, he’s busy chewing some bread over here, he’ll get over there.  It’s not meat, right? (The dog doesn’t handle meat very well in his old age)

Dog! Eat! Nom Nom!

Hey, get off the table! (my two year old now crawling across the table to me snake style)

Mama Help!

You know you might have gotten away with sitting on the table when you were that age, but not for much longer.  Five maybe.

Oh yeah, by six I’m sure I was being swatted by something.

You got swatted?

Yep, elbows on the table, being rude, you name it.  By high school, my friends were getting swatted.

Really?

She’s right, her friends used to come over and slouch at the table, or put their knees up on the table.  Once one of her friends let a curse word slip.

No cursing at the table either?

No Way!  Not anywhere in the house!

(Mom giving her best “Mom” look and shaking her head)

I don’t think Mom really heard me swear until I was in my twenties…. maybe not until I was in labor with her!  No, I take that back, there was that time I slammed my finger in the door and about took it off when I was 12 or 13.

That didn’t count, I let those ones slide.

Oh man… oops!

Ready for your birthday pie?

Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday, Dear Tillie! Happy Birthday to YOU!!!

Can I like the candles?

Sure.  Can you share with the girls? (the two-year-olds hovering anxiously for pie coated birthday candles)

Don’t bite it!

And more conversations circle around.

Be soft to the doggy!

He’s quite the mover! They’re almost playing together!

Animals use tools, crows are actually very intelligent….

I remember talking about that a while ago…

That’s right!

You know, I love when you are here because my vocabulary gets better, I either learn new words or remember words I used to use.

I’m a regular dictionary.  I used to just sit and read the dictionary.

I used to love to read… I am not sure I remember how (me chasing my crazy babies)

And as it does, things wind down and people start heading home, toys and dishes are picked up.  And so ends another Tuesday Dinner.

Happy Birthday Nikki!

This weeks dinner was a little quieter and much smaller than it has been in a long time!  Which worked out for those of us there because we didn’t have to share the cake… I mean we really missed everyone and wish they could have joined us celebrating Nikki’s birthday.

The birthday girl didn’t have a dinner request, only a dessert.  Sin cake.  This cake I have heard go by a few names, some less family friendly than Sin Cake, but basically it is chocolate cake soaked with sweetened condensed milk and caramel sauce.  Then topped with loads of whipped cream, crushed Heath candy bars and drizzled with more caramel.  A piece is clearly a meal on its own but we did eat some real food prior to indulging.

For the main meal we had Chicken Cordon Blue, but instead of individually rolled up, the breasts were breaded and crisped and then laid casserole style with all the other traditional ingredients, an effective and delicious way to feed a time consuming dish to a crowd (my parents were expecting more than the seven adults, one tweenager, two toddlers and one infant that made it).  We also had Cauliflower with Leeks, Roasted potatoes and bread.

Well, isn’t that a fancy dress?!

Yes, at least she is wearing pants and socks with the Tinkerbell dress today!

Did you hear my news?

A little bit…

A store is going be carrying my soaps now!  They just informed me today, and they seemed really excited!

Well its just a small group of us tonight.

That’s ok, more cake for me.

Well she likes the cauliflower

Can you say prayers?

Bless this house, Lord we pray, keep us safe by night and day Amen.

POTTY!!

Ok! Hurry, hurry!

Meanwhile, everyone is settling in with their plates, and I am organizing the children into a position to effectively eat something and not just feed it to the dog.

Can I have a few more potatoes?  You forget I feed these guys off whatever is on my plate!

Oh yeah, sorry!

So, when’s dessert?

What dessert? (Look of shock)

You don’t deserve a dessert after the trick you pulled Saturday!

It wasn’t me! They STOLE my phone and texted you those lies!

How was your dance any way?

It was really good.  Your Dad and his partner did a great job and finished.  My partner and I won “Most Entertaining” (She and the much younger gentleman did a Disco!)

Didn’t Dad win that one last year?

Yes, so now we have matching trophy’s sitting next to each other.

.The guy in the wheel chair did an amazing job.  The strength that had to take…

They really did a beautiful job.

What is it called again?  Frankenmuth Dancing with the Local Stars

dancing with the stars

 

And we talked about the prospective windmills that are trying to negotiate coming to our area, the pros and cons of different energy sources.  Patting sleepy babies to sleep, potty again, Tinkerbell dress didn’t survive that trip.  Is there more wine?

Where can I get Cedar planks?

The Amish usually have some, you just have to go up there, if the first one doesn’t have them he can usually point you to the guy that does.

Do they have  Western Red Cedar?

No, they are only going to have local kinds of wood.  But they are a great price!

And they’re more environmentally friendly, no shipping!

Well, this is the week we are going to get the roof done.

Just one week huh?

Their bathroom started as one week… their project started as a couple days..

Well, we have a week, we’re not expecting help, but if want the entertainment value, comeon over.

Is everyone ready for dessert or should I wait a little bit?

No, we’re ready!

What is this wine?

He couldn’t stay for dinner but brought the wine anyway.

Sweet, I’ll try it (makes a face).  Its not good.

Let me try.. (makes a face), ooh its getting worse as it sits in my mouth

Mom and Dad try a glass… (faces) AH! It does get worse!

You know, I have no desire to try that, you are all making identical faces of yuck.

I think I’ll have to take this back to him…

It must be the Chardonnay blended in that ruins it.

Hey kiddo, you ready to sing happy birthday?

Happy Birthday to you (cha cha cha) Happy Birthday to you (cha cha cha) Happy Birthday dear Nikki! Happy Birthday to you!

Now, how many boyfriends do you have… blows all the candles out.

Alright! High five!

I’m not serving the cake, someone else can.

Ok, one for you and you… and this piece is for you right? (Points to half the cake)

I wish I could!

This first piece isn’t going to be pretty

That’s ok, I don’t care what it looks like.

Oh really?! (SPLAT! Upside down on the plate and everyone laughs)

Well, its not as bad as our wedding, we just about ruined the kitchen.

Not to rush you out, but you should probably get her home.  Shes really tired.

Finishing dessert, change into Pj’s little bits of conversation here and there.

Good night everyone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday, to me!

We are finally getting back on track with our Tuesday Dinners.  The days around Christmas and New Years were a little rough on us with a flu virus that has been rampaging the area.

We did celebrate Christmas as a family on New Years Day, with a potluck style meal and a gift exchange.  It was really a wonderful time, and we got to see our “sister” in California and her boyfriend via Skype.

And sure enough, two weeks after Christmas, my birthday rolls around.  I have to say I am pretty set in my ways when it comes to birthday dinners.  I have varied very little in the last oh… 15-20 years or so… (Hard to believe I have been choosing the same meal since I was like two right?)  My meal consists of Beef Stroganoff, Blueberry Muffins, and a vegetable I like, which was corn this year (often times its asparagus, but that wasn’t looking so great at the store).  My dessert for the majority of these years is a Chiffon Cake with either strawberries or raspberries, depending on which looks best it the store that year.  Now, this is not just any chiffon cake, it is lightly flavored with cinnamon and is hollowed out in the center, then filled with whipping cream and chopped up berries.  Then it is frosted with more whipping cream and decorated with more berries.  It is so light and fresh, and qualifies as breakfast the next morning because it is dairy and fruit!

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Our group was a little small, and I expect it will be even smaller for a couple of weeks as our expecting mothers are nearing their due date, my sister was able to make it to this dinner.  So we had my 3 kiddos, and 9 adults.

I am very disappointed in you.

Why you wanted me to show up to the church while I was sick? (My youngest daughter was baptized over the weekend)

Nooo (pointed look at her belly)

What?

You’re STILL pregnant!

Your sister wanted her niece to be born on her birthday.

Of course, I already share it with quite a few relatives.

Oh, sorry to disappoint you.

I think she is disappointed too.  Isn’t your husband coming?

Yes, he is changing the oil in his truck, it wasn’t going very well when I left, apparently, the filter got put on too tight by whom every changed it last time.

That’s not good, those are hard to get off, hope he doesn’t break anything.

Me too, I guess we will find out.

Well hi! I didn’t know you were coming.

I brought recipes.

The scone recipes, I’ve been hearing so much about?

Yep, blueberry, and chocolate.

Awesome.

Hi!

Hey!  I brought your soaps back.  Did you like the article?

I did!  The picture was amazing!  Didn’t I respond?

No.

Well, I responded in my head and I really liked it!

Good!  Shoot, I forgot my camera!  I don’t even have my phone!  I’ll be right back.

Come on and sit down.

Oh, I’m not eating, I just came to visit for a little while.

That’s ok you can still sit.

Go ahead,

Bless this house, Lord we pray, keep us safe by night and day.  Amen

 

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This was a gift to my parents for Christmas

We’ve got that prayer right here now.

Good, then you can say it.

We like to hear you.

Are those blueberry muffins?

Noodle! Noooooodle!

Just a second the noodles are coming, how about some meat?

Noodle!

Do you want a muffin?

NO! Noodle.

These muffins are great! I need to take them home for breakfast.

They can’t be worse than donuts.

True they aren’t fried at least.

Fried muffins sound amazing.

Yes, they do.

When are you planning on having the next edition of your magazine come out?

Hopefully next month, I have been working on its website and having some technical issues, but hopefully, that is taken care of.

You don’t usually put lemon in your blueberry muffins. (Weird looks all across the table at me).

Dang it!  I swear my taste buds still haven’t recovered.  Everything tastes sour or smells spoiled to me.

More meat- meat?

Ok, here is some more.

So this is your birthday dinner huh?

Yep, has been for years.  Nothing like a good sour cream based sauce, like any good Russian dish.

Is Beef Stroganoff Russian?

Yes….

It’s kind in the Stroganoff…

I don’t know that Russian dishes usually have sour cream in them, though.

I guess I really haven’t had much to judge, the couple of recipes I know have it.

It’s usually hearty food, isn’t it?

It would make sense, it’s cold there.

I was thinking Borscht soup.

That’s made with beets.

But I think it’s usually topped with sour cream.

Hey! He is still alive, on his way here.  Must have gotten the oil changed.

So, I got my worms.

You haven’t heard about the worm farm she is getting have you?

No, but that’s good.  I was about to say the tapeworm diet is a terrible idea.

Ha ha! Nope, just regular garden worms.

She was getting a little lonely, has them all named.

Just trying to start some composting.

Did you show her the worm farm with little ramps for the worms to climb up?

That would be great!

Environmental enrichment for the worms.

They should be starting to multiply soon. We will have thousands of worms

So how many worms do you have exactly?

1,000.

That’s like a Fear Factor episode.

Can I take some of those muffins home?

Sure.

Just in time for cake.

Don’t worry, I ate your muffin for you.

There are muffins right here?

Those are mine to go home, I ate yours.

Haha. Ok.

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Emily (mmphf), Happy Birthday to you!

Wow, there are a lot of cameras pointed at me right now!  No, don’t touch the candle! Hot!

Here you go. (Hands out the candles to the ‘kids’)

Hey! That’s mine!

No, don’t eat the candle!

Wow, she took a bite out of that.

Sure did.

Piece, please? Piece, please?

Can she have a little piece?

AHHHHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHGAHH!!!!

I think baby, would like some too….

She really knows what cake is doesn’t she?

Oh yes.

She gets that from my side of the family, my Grandma had a huge sweet tooth.  We all do.

They do.

I like this kind of frosting.

Whipped cream?

Yeah, I mean I like a good buttercream, but they are so hard to find.

I think most frostings taste like shortening anymore.  I usually scrape it off and try the cake.

You know, I still don’t like cake, I just like YOUR cake.

Well, Mom’s cakes are different. I really don’t like other cakes either.  I haven’t had very many good cakes.

Most just aren’t made like this.

Linda from the dump’s cakes are really good, though.

WHAT?!?

She made cakes for my sister-in-laws weddings.  I thought the same thing the first time I heard her referred to as Linda from the dump, but her cakes were actually really good.  Real cake and frosting.  I don’t think she makes them anymore.

I wasn’t sure you were serious.

It’s kind of like saying Grover, or Oscar the grouch makes a good cake.

I know!

I brought the documents for you to read.

Oh, awesome! So when do we get to go visit your new property in Scotland?

HA! I don’t know.

You can take it home to read.

I can read it now.

 

At some point here, people were leaving, I didn’t realize we were WAY past bed time and my children started destroying the house.  Time to call it a night.

 

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Happy Birthday Aunt Royleen!

My Aunt Royleen always requests a rather eclectic birthday meal.  One thing we can always count on is a soup.  I am pretty sure the last couple years it has been French Onion Soup, as it was this year.

At the table, for her birthday we had 2 babies, 1 toddler, 2 tweens and 10 people have met the age requirement to be adults.  On the menu, as mentioned above there was French onion soup with homemade croutons (of course!) and swiss cheese, lamb patties wrapped in bacon and served with a yogurt dill sauce, white bread, butternut squash puree, white rice and corn (so the kids would eat a veggie).

The evening started with the babies playing on the floor, the visiting baby crawled over to be social and my little girl screamed in his face, making him cry also.  Then after a few moments of calm,she decided to creep over to him.  She then got fairly close, looked right at him and started bawling, thus causing the poor boy to cry.  What a  little bully she was being!

Where is Aunt Royleen?  Is she going to be late for her birthday?

Well, she was supposed to be on time, but something changed at work and she said she would be a little late.  I don’t know exactly how late that means…

Everyone can start on soup anyway, she can catch up when she gets here.

Come on girls, let’s get your plates ready.  (Mom is in the kitchen with the tween-agers getting their plates ready to go for them.  It is important to note that these girlies get their own table and special blue plates to be fancy.  So I don’t often hear what their conversation is about).

Can you say pray—–

Bless-this-house-oh- Lord, we pray— Keep-us-safe-by night–and day.  Amen

A little bit of a rap beat tonight for prayers? (Giggles)

 

This pale stuff here on the table is our failed attempt at butter… if you want to try it on your bread.  It’s ok, we just don’t have the butter touch. (The attempt at butter looked a bit more like pale yellow whipped cream, but it did have a light butter flavor to it!)

Hey!  When did you get here?? Happy birthday!

Just now.  Thanks

Dad, can you get her some more soup? DAD!  DADDY!  HEY! Please get your granddaughter so more soup please! (She was sitting on my lap and the baby had me wedged in on the other side, so I couldn’t get up without shifting everyone.)

Oh,she wants more?

Yes.  Thank you!

This little girl loves the soup!  I wonder who taught her that?

Why wouldn’t she like soup?

Her Mom is not a soup eater–

So you don’t like any soup, at all?  What about stews? Gravy?

I love stew, gravy is good.  It’s not that I don’t like the taste of soup, I don’t like that it is so watery.  I don’t even drink that much water in the day, let alone want to eat liquid.  But it tastes good.

 

I had an idea for your work.

Oh yeah?

You said the seniors like picking their meals from the farmers market, what about doing some gardening with them?

You know we used to do something like that downstate and I didn’t think it would work out because I didn’t think they would be the crowd that wanted to get dirty gardening and they loved it.  I’ve tried similar things up here thinking, they would be more the gardening type and there really wasn’t as much interest.

Well, that’s different.  I wonder why?

(The main course makes its way to the table)

What is this?

Lamb patties wrapped in bacon with a yogurt dill sauce.  The sauce was made with the homemade yogurt.

Is this the lamb your husband wanted help taking?

Yes.  Everyone, this is Rob…. in case you wanted to know who you were eating.

Thanks, Rob!

Thank you, Rob.

You know… he taste’s like a Rob (sarcasm) By the way where is your husband? He hasn’t been here lately (exaggerated suspicious look), but the meat pies were delicious (and insert Sweeny Todd jokes here).

Hey, you know better than to make her mad.

Where is your husband anyway?

Running sugar beets.

Here, I’ll hold the dishes so you can scoop.

Thanks.

Baby love the lamb!

I’m the new lead caregiver for my client now.

Does that give you better hours?

I think it will be about the same.

I thought it was going to be all desserts for dinner tonight?

There is no dessert..

There has to be dessert, I will just keep waiting.

Maybe Aunt Royleen didn’t request a dessert.

There is dessert, I am sure of it.

No, it’s not a dessert.

Oh! By the way, the school party is Monday morning…

That’s nice, we won’t be here.

Shoot that’s right!

What’s going on?

Oh, their big sisters Halloween party is Monday morning and it’s really inconvenient to take the littles with me.

NO!

Oh…

No! Cats, maybe, kids no. (laughing)

I can’t believe you did your glucose test without getting sick.

She didn’t get sick?  That’s not even fair.

Hey, I have come home to her eating Hersey kisses and maraschino cherries juice and all, sugar should not be a problem.

But that stuff is so gross!

It just tasted like Hi-C or something like that.

Nasty.. well good for you.

I really thought there would be multiple desserts, oh I see it, I can’t believe I didn’t notice those before.

(cleaning up of dinner dishes)

I wish I could be all covered in food like that (to the baby who was thoroughly caked in squash, rice, and lamb) do you think anyone would mind?

Cinnamon Rolls!

See, they aren’t a dessert, they are a breakfast.  The frosting is partly made with homemade cream cheese too.  I didn’t have enough to do all homemade cream cheese though.

Can you take a picture?

Ok, everyone!  Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy Birthday Aunt Royleen! Happy Birthday to you!

I wasn’t sure how they were going to turn out.  I had just gotten the dough ready when the phone rang and I hear “The cows are gone, get here now!”

WHAT!?!

Yeah.  A friend stopped and told me she almost hit our calf, and that the cow and calf were out in the road!

Thankfully, big sister was there to watch the littles, who were half naked because I was in the process of getting them ready for bed.  So I ran out the door.  Thank GOD that cow is so food driven she heard the bucket and came running back to me.  She had also called her dad who was running corn in our field, so they came over.  I had them back in the barn shortly after Mom and Dad got there.

That’s scary.

It sure is.

I remember when I was growing up a car crashed into a fence and this farmer had like 200 cows, and they all got out.  I remember the next day there was no school and everyone was out looking for the cows.  People we walking around, they were on quads, I had grabbed my horse and was out looking….

Looking for cows in corn fields is bad…

Dad would know, he’s had some bad experiences.

Ironically, with the girls’ cow, the one who saw ours out.

Well, I am pretty tall and my horse was pretty tall, so I could kind of see over the corn.

Chasing cows through corn is just bad.

Are you feeling ok? (My sister looking at my glass)

Why? Can you pass the milk?

Because you just finished your glass of water…

(It is an interesting point to note here, that I notoriously never finish a glass of anything, especially milk, there is almost always at least an inch left in the bottom.  To change drinks I will wash the glass out or  just get a new one.  It’s weird, but who doesn’t have a quirk?)

Wow, I guess I was thirsty, don’t’ worry I am sure I won’t finish the milk.  (for those wondering I did not)

A few people start to trickle out here gradually.

PSST MOM!!  What?

MOM! Come out here to the kitchen.

Ok, let me finish my sentence…

(Whispers… I made a birthday card for Aunt Royleen, you need to sign it and she can’t know.  I signed the card)

Bounding out to Aunt Royleen…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I MADE THIS FOR YOU!

Awe, thank you!  That’s very nice (maybe just a little teary eyed)

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