A bird dog

As I was writing my last post, Jackson was outside. He has been asking to come in for several minutes and then he stopped. That is when I started to hear the strangest noise. At first I though that it was a TV in the other room. Next, I decided that it was kids from the neighborhood playing at the end of the street. The noise settled down and then got nervous that something had happened to my dog. I hopped up and got to the door as quickly as I could while trying not to dump my laptop in the floor. This is what I found..

Jackson, at the end of his leash at the farm side of our yard looking at and listening intently to SOMETHING. I got my shoes on and walked over by him and then I heard it! I am pretty sure it was a turkey! That is when the laughing started...

Jackson, the 90 pound bird dog, (who, backed the ADT salesman about 10 feet from my door with his barking) jumped behind me and started shaking. We stayed out there for a while and listened and he stood behind me the entire time. Since he came in the house he has been plastered to my side like the vicious turkey is going to come in here at eat him alive. I am so glad to know that if there ever is any danger or threat on my life that he will come to my rescue. What a sissy! My bird dog is afraid of Turkeys and thereofre birds.

Another over-marketed Hallmark Holiday

What is this? I saw a sign for Sweetest Day the other day while I was driving around and had to find out more. In the words of a very cool 4 year old, "That's intrestin!"

I found another fun way to waste time and kill little stick people. Its quite stress relieving and fun. Enjoy Castle!

Old and Sad

Ok, so I know this shouldn't bother me so much...But an 18 year old girl called me old and sad because I am almost 25 and not married. What?

Shopping with Grandma

I took my grandma shopping today. I woke her up at 1pm and told her that I was going to be leaving for Wal-Mart soon. So she got up and took a shower, got dressed, did her makeup, made a list of what she needed, and looked around for her "stuff." Her "stuff" was no where to be found and she couldn't communicate clearly what the "stuff" was, so here I am running around look for grandma's "stuff." I have no idea why I wasn't prepared for these kind of shenanigans when I decided to get her out of the house this morning. So we finally got to Wal-Mart at 3:56pm, NO LIE! That is 3 hours later people! So I dropped her off at the door and parked the car. By the time I got in the store, she was no where to be found. So I went about my business. Look for the few things I needed and then started looking for her. Well, I assumed that she would be in one of those Grandma scooter/wheelchair deals, because she always is, and assuming this I thought she would be easy to find. HECK NO! I looked for about 35 minutes before coming to the realization that sooner or later I would run in to her SOMEWHERE. Now it is 5pm and I am hungry and TIRED of being inside Wal-Mart at Christmas time looking for nothing else besides my long lost grandmother. I keep looking and I finally run in to her...She is pushing a cart down the narrowest aisle in the store with her fur coat (it is 50 outside!) knocking stuff of the shelves. Being the wonderful granddaughter that I am, I bend over and start cleaning the mess and offer to push the cart. It is at this point that she informs me that she is looking for the photo department and the fabrics. Easy task...I figure she wants to pick up the film she dropped off at 4pm when we arrived. OH NO! She has been looking for the One Hour Photo now for an hour. So I calmly lead her in the direction of the Photo place...Thank goodness it is VERY close to the fabrics. So I guess you see How my afternoon was... A little bit slower than usual. The good news is that she will sleep for many hours to come and she won't want to go out for a while. What a bonding experience we had!!