Crazy old Lady, living in a log cabin filled with cats, books, and classical music…

laughing cat & dogI never thought I’d want to have kids.  God grinned.

I planned on being the crazy old lady who lived in a log cabin in Colorado, the famous author whose house was filled with cats, musty books, and plenty of classical music — maybe some Jazz & Blues thrown in to spice things up.    It sounded like a plan!   God shook His head and rolled His eyes.

Hormones hit.  Nobody mentioned hormones.  Nobody prepared me for what they’d do to my plan.  I ended up married, living in a house with no running water, and wondering why birth control pills kept making me vomit.  Every day — for an entire year.  That was especially not fun when there’s no indoor toilet.   I went to the doctor.  He said I was 3 months pregnant.  I thought they were birth CONTROL pills.  The doctor said they don’t work for everyone.  

 Less than 2 years later, I was divorced, living in an apartment with my NumberOneSon, some parakeets, a couple of puppies, a lot of books, and music ranging from Classical to kids’.  Close enough.  I smiled.   I liked having my little buddy.  We called ourselves the Two Musketeers.

A couple of more years passed and I met a man who greatly annoyed me.  I had no choice but to marry him.  He needed to suffer.   I had to move the pets outside, due to his allergies.  I kept NumberOneSon inside….but we would occasionally sneak in some wildlife.  (baby skunks, a coyote pup, a catfish, etc.)

Knowing how untrustworthy birth control pills are, we began using other methods of keeping life simple.  For every ‘method’, I had a child.  The last — most effective form of birth control — resulted in twins.  God laughed.

I’m learning that when God wants something, He will get it.  He is not a slave to statistics.  He is not hindered by science.  He is also fully aware that when He gets what HE wants, I’ll be deliriously happy, too.

Who’da thunk it?


Nothin’ like a few good mules in the mornin’

Need some coffee?  Had a nightmare:  I was dreaming that our band concert and two other big events were the same week as VBS.  I was SOOOO stressed as I realized how overbooked we were — and I woke up with this horrible feeling of dread.  (I do have 2 other things scheduled the same week as VBS, but no band concert.  Not sure how that got in my dreams…)

That prompted a trip to the porcelain throne room.  (Thought I’d better clarify which throne room lest you think I was mature enough to take a nightmare to the Throne room of the LORD first.)

As I was arising from my duties, I heard the dogs barking rather strangely.  I pulled back the blinds to yell at them to shut up and I saw a group of long-eared equines in my yard.  I hollered, “Stay right there, little mulies and I’ll be out to get you!”

I guess they were not familiar with being called “little mulies” so they didn’t respond as I instructed.

I alerted the family — pretty much all of whom thought I was needing to have my glasses checked again — but the sounds of car horns honking as they drove by our house made them realize SOMETHING was amiss — so they, too, scampered around to get dressed.  We all hurried outside to introduce ourselves to our bunny-eared guests. 

I sidetracked the dogs with generous helpings of dogfood while the kids opened up fencing to put our guests in a safe place.  Our horses were curious but not very polite about the intrustion.  Once we penned them up, we used our deductive reasoning skills to figure out where they came from.  We knew we’d have to follow the clues.   We found one pile of clues on the road headed east….but no other clue piles could be found….so our guests are still here.

I’m wondering if last night’s storm caused some tree limbs to go down, allowing these mules to escape.  We’ve visited with our neighbors but haven’t come up with anything.  Sadly, they’re not very talkative — and I adore the sound of braying!  It always makes me smile! 

I looked over at hubby and the kids and said, “We always have so much fun, don’t we?”  They all groaned and walked away.  Sheesh….no sense of adventure.