My boy and OJ….(Simpson, that is)

 Ahhhhh memories….
I don’t know what me think of it today…
A few years ago, I had run down to Colorado to see my son, The Marine, who was on leave visiting his grandma. He said “I’ll meet you at the airport, Mom  before we each fly out.

He is NOT a morning person. At all.

I was already through security and on the other side waiting….and waiting…and waiting some more.

I finally just got on the train went to my gate. ..He had told me he was on the same airline. Turns out NOT! But I didn’t know that yet. He calls me from the other side of security…
He had JUST arrived!… (kids… sigh)

Holy S*** MOM!!! What do I doooooooo?? I HAVE to get on that plane!

Good Mama that I am,  I immediately find the nearest gate girl, explain that the kidd-o is still in security and his flight is going to leave. SOON. Gate girl is awesome. She calls downstairs, get him a cart to grab him and his gear and bring him directly to the terminal… So I call him back and ask Where is he so they can fetch… Hahahahaha… He’s on another carrier!!!

The fabulous gate girl, still made a few calls and got him through security lickity quick. After that he was on his own.

Me??? I was sulking because I knew  I would not be seeing The Marine before I left.  The two areas of DIA are literally a mile apart.

 

My plane is starting to board. And suddenly you hear “Hey Damnit” and then “Look out!!!”

and…… Mooooooooommmmmmmmmm!!!! I’m coming!!!!!! WAAIIITTTTTTT!!!!

And lo and behold, here comes my son, in full gear… Duffle on back, bags in hand… doing THE OJ …. leaping over chairs and small kids in a single bound. ( he may have elbowed one two people out of the way too)

My son, The Marine, had RUN the entire length of DIA just to see his Mama off and take a quick picture before SPRINTING all the way back to grab his plane.

I love that kid!

~Katy~

Chickens and Kittens and Calves…Oh mY

 

How did wanting 4 layers and 1 noisemaker (rooster) turn into 50 chicks and 10 ducks????

I was perfectly ok with buying a few grown layers from the neighbor. But alas, over coffee with the father-in-law…they morphed!

(but he did promise he would help at butchering time)

And Yes…. If I thought for a minute I could add food coloring  to their water and make them change color ~ I WOULD~ 🙂

That being said… It’s springtime here on the farm… That means lots of little calves, kittens and chicks..

Our cows are mostly Catholic according to hubby… They are trained to line up and stick their tongues out on cue and ‘accept’ their treats. The one , I am sure is boarder line diabetic… she LOVES peppermint and brownies.

And the chicks always make me want to go to another Mike The Headless Chicken Festival! Mike is a true story about a chicken that didn’t die after they tried to butcher it!! No kidding!! he went on to perform at Coney Island, the Santa Monica Pier and more.. it’s really an interesting story.  Click the link and read all about it.

The festival is great fun too. They have “Mike parade” where you and your pets have to dress up as “mike’,  fried chicked and all manner of strange fun! The kids still regale their friends with tales about it.

~Katy~