Ice cream for your soul?

Is ice cream good for your soul?





Kelton at 6 years old

Last week, I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said,

“God is good, God is great.
Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us
ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!”

Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman remark, “That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!”

Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me,
“Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?”

As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at my son and said,

“I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer.”
“Really?” my son asked.
“Cross my heart,” the man replied.
Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), “Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes.”

Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal.


My son stared at his for a moment, and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, “Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already.”

P.s Kelton didnt really say this, but it sure is a cute story!

The mischevious Hubby strikes again!

Due to limited funds we have been considering a mansion of trailers and storage containers
Should be interesting!












Also due to the current recession our finances are in such a difficult stait. As a result it has cut into our horse breeding operation a little bit. Better luck next year.




Then there is our beloved dog Baxter. He is some kind of a Russell Terrier Mutt. Anyways yesterday, I was at PetSmart buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my loyal pet, Baxter. I was in the checkout line when the woman behind me asked if I had a dog.

What did she think I had, an elephant?

So, since so have little to do, on impulse I told her, 'No, I don't have a dog. I am starting the Purina Diet again.'

I added that I probably shouldn't, because I ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms. I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet, and that the way it works is to load your pockets with Purina nuggets. Then you simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it works well, and I was going to try it again.

I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now enthralled with my story.

Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me.

I told her, 'No, I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter and a car hit us both.'

I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack, he was laughing so hard. And ... PetSmart won't let me shop there anymore.

posted By the Mischevious Hubby

Scheme Gone Ary

Shawn wanted me to update with the latest horrible news! His efforts to plant the greenhouse door post, caused a broken water line to our neighbors. Normally that would be real bad for anyone, except these neighbors already are touchy because we share the same well and if we run our water hose they don't get any pressure. Shawn was scrambling to get it repaired before they got home. He made it just barely. Oh, the scrapes we get ourselves in. So the saga continues...

Here's Another "Shawn Scheme"!

Is it only my husband who gets these wild scheme's?

Here are the funny-looking bones of a small greenhouse, beside our chicken house.

It never ceases to amaze me how many irons he can put in his fire.
Of course, I won't complain when I am enjoying the fresh lettuce and other produce.
Well, I might complain about the weeding...
I'll try to update you on the progress later, k?

Ride...Baby...Ride!

This is an old picture but you get the point.

Shawn and the kids, that now excludes Shallen most of the time(he's not a kid) Ha! Anyway, they went on a long ride today. The Mossy Creek Loop, near our house, and Shawn figures it is close to eight miles long. Needless to say, they were very cold when they got home about four hours later. Baxter followed them the whole way, which is amazing for such a small dog. He's what I call gritty! I'm just glad it was them having all that fun and not me:)

In Love with Laundry??

Now here's the bottom line... I hate doing laundry, especially in the dining room, especially with no dryer. Hanging clothes behind the wood stove and over chairs is really for the birds.


Hence, I can truly say I love doing laundry now. Shawn made the coat closet bigger, and Voila! the romance begins:) It is also the beginning of the makeover this little house is about receive this year. Brittany! Where are you? I need a specialist!!!

Okay...okay...!!!

Okay, I'm back! I got myself into deep trouble trying to disappear. The truth is I think I actually like blogging, so here goes round two. My camera is on the fritz, so we'll see how this all turns out.