Put That In the Spelling Bee

Mmmm...mmmm...mmmonday. You always come around and ruin a perfectly good weekend. This weekend my most favorite youngest daughter coined the Word of the Day and we used it for just about everything. It was a completely "Craptastic" weekend! LOL It works well in a Batman kind of way "Holy Craptastic! Did you see that?" or "Your car smells completely Craptastic" (which could be good or bad depending on how many kids in diapers you have shoved in the back seat). Or "Well, that's Craptastic, my Visa card is maxed out." How about "Super-Craptastically-Fantabulous! I won tickets to see Luke Bryan!!!" (I wish.) It's just an all-purpose word that totally suited our weekend (you thought I forgot what I was gonna talk about, hmmm?). See, my momma, daughter and I had a totally Craptastic weekend. We yard-saled this weekend. But it turned into a garage sale because "Well isn't this Craptastic. It's Raining." Yes, it rained all day Saturday. But we had a really good turn out anyway and sold a bunch of stuff. "Hey Daughter. Check it out. Somebody is interested in the antique bench on Facebook. Isn't that Craptastic?" SOLD! So we had a bunch of pick-up from internet sales and some random sales on Sunday, too, since it finally stopped raining. But oh-mother-of-all-things-holy, the humidity was Craptastically high on Sunday! Our hair was frizzed, our clothes were yucky, the bugs were horrid. And then our attitudes became like totally Craptastically cheery again when we counted our loot. Woo Hoo!  We worked Craptastically hard. The grands were Craptastically tired and dirty. But we sure did clean out some closets and garages and meet some Craptastically nice people. It was worth it.
Y'all have a Craptastic kind of week and share a smile. :)

Kids and Pigs... The similarities are endless.

Numbers 4 & 5 went out with me this morning to feed the pigs as usual. I'm not sure exactly what made me notice it but...BAM! In my face. Rosie and Bean reminded me of Emmy and Amy, or sisters in general.

It could have been because I put their food in two distinctly separate spots so they wouldn't fight, shove or argue over it. Or steal each others food. Or bite each other. Mostly with Rosie being the pushy, bossy, big sister snd Bean happily wandering from food pile to food pile occassionally pushing back. All of which occurred anyway on their side of the fence.

And on my side of the fence, Emmy is yelling at the piggles, telling them what to do or not do, pushing at the fence, pointing that little finger, while Amy is just happy-go-lucky, smiling, watching and staying out of range of Emmy. See where this is going?

But once the food is gone, nothing to fight over, Ro and Bean are buddies again, chilling in the yard. Getting their naps on. And Emmy and Amy are buddies again, heading to school together where Emmy tells everyone about her Little Sister and hugs her and loves her.

Peace out and love your sister...until the next shoving match. ;)