Category: funny

Yes, Boomer is going to be OK!

Aside from a slight limp, which the doctor said will subside with time, Boomer is doing much better! He doesn’t even need to keep the leg wrapped anymore, because the doctor wants him to use the leg, so it will get exercise and heal faster.

I wanted to give you an update on Boomers leg, before telling you about what happened this morning. Don’t worry… it’s something wonderful!

When I got to the barn this morning, all the babies were up in arms about what I had said yesterday, regarding the ants. Apparently, when they saw what I wrote about battling and squishing ants, it upset them greatly! Tilly was fit to be tied, because the barn was supposed to be a safe and happy place, where all animals were welcome. She lectured me soundly, regarding our policies to all wildlife, here in the Barnyard. My outburst yesterday had obviously set all the babes nerves on end!

I will be honest in saying that it made me feel downright guilty about all the things I said about ants. Dinky made a point to remind me that I had, indeed, found her inside a boot… and I didn’t squish her or react in anger! Point taken little lady.

Once I apologized for my previous, and apparently, unjustified attack on the ant kingdom, all the babes seemed to come to some form of unspoken agreement on the matter, and the entire clan made a bee line for the barn. Out of curiosity, at their odd behavior, I got up and followed them inside.

When I came through the doorway, into the barn, the whole of the group was huddled around a small box, resting up against the wall. Wondering what all the interest was about, I knelt down and peered inside the box, through a small hole cut into the side. I was taken aback by what I saw…

At first, when I saw the ears, I assumed this was some form of small and unusual bunny. After taking it outside, where the light was better, I discovered that this was no bunny at all!

Laugh if you will, but I am certain that this is some form of Ant/Bunny Hybrid… I know, crazy right? After further examination, I am almost certain that this little thing is more ant than bunny… the ears are really the only big bunny giveaway!

And… when I introduced myself and the babes, the tiny creature visibly relaxed, and then introduced herself…

Ladies and Gentlemen, I wish to introduce you to our newest Barnyard Baby… Lilly!

While I don’t, as of yet, know all of her story, there isn’t a great amount of information that I can give on the adorable little thing. I assure you, however, that I will discover who and what she is, over the weekend. All of us here in the yard plan on spending our time getting to know Lilly, and I’ll fill you in as soon as I know her a bit better.

Have a great weekend everyone… Hugs from all of us, here in the Barnyard!

From the time that I was a tiny girl, dreaming in full color on a nightly basis was my life. Unrelenting, the dreams came, some were good and some were not! To this day, I have full memories of a handful of dreams that repeatedly visited me in the night.

While you may think this is awesome, having constant nighttime entertainment, it has actually been more of an exhaustive burden! Isn’t it sublime to awaken on a sunny morning, discovering that you hadn’t moved at all throughout the night; you feel like you just laid down to sleep… sooooo restful. Well, I didn’t have this luxury for most of my life, until our RV came to rest in this very spot last year. Suddenly the dreaming stopped!

For over a year now, my dreaming has been nonexistent, MIA, if you will! It just suddenly disappeared! At first, I assumed it was because I had been exhausting myself with all the writing that was gushing out of my brain onto the page… my writers block had definitely been miraculously removed, for which I am eternally grateful. After a time, as the writing began to amp up, I found myself on the other side of the sleep number coin… insomnia! I had so much that I wanted to write down, I lost the ability to shut my brain down long enough for a decent amount of rest.

Aside from feeling exhausted, I didn’t actually mind not sleeping… you can sleep when you’re dead, as they say. I settled into a routine of writing til I dropped, tossing and turning for 2 to 4 hours, and back at it with coffee in hand! For a girl with a history of childhood trauma and nightmares that would make you cringe, the silence was glorious! Gradually, as the words emptied out of my overflow brain bags, sleep returned… just the sleep, without any dreaming at all! It’s been like this for a while now.

I want to say that it was maybe 4 or 5 nights ago that I dreamt for the first time in over a year. When I woke the next morning, I had just a brief realization about some kind of dream, but it was gone in the blink of an eye. I wasn’t bothered by any particular memory or feeling, aside from the disappointment of dreaming… I liked the quiet of sleep.

I have had some form of dream now, every single night, but with no residual memory of it… weird right?!

At first, the fact that I’m dreaming again bothered me deeply. I think it comes from having no control over where my mind goes when I surrender to sleep. This made me realize something I hadn’t thought about before. Though I believed I’d given every part of myself into Gods hands, I had yet to fully trust Him to protect my unconscious mind. There’s a lot of scary stuff rolling around in there!

Throughout my entire life, every bad dream brought forth many residual emotions of fear, shame, guilt and loathing about whatever occurred in the dream! I truly felt like I needed to be forgiven for things I didn’t actually even do. Have you ever dreamt that you did something very bad or embarrassing, only to wake up feeling so glad nobody saw what you dreamt? This has been my track record… until now.

So far, there hasn’t been any residual memories, or overwhelming self-loathing to follow me throughout my day. I’ve no idea why the dreaming has returned, but I do know in whose arms I rest my spirit within, while I’m sleeping! I do know that my spirit is much stronger today than it was even last year, so I believe that God is producing growth within this vessel. When one replaces fear and loathing with faith and grace… the cloying darkness has been replaced with peaceful freedom within my dreams.

God is good… ALL the time!

Words and Love…

Speak with your words

so that words can be spoken

Love with your words

so that no hearts are broken…

Touch with your words

so that love can be felt

Give with your words

Icy walls they may melt…

Serve with your words

where the spirit may lead you

Live by His words

and the message will come through…

It is said that love is not love

until you give it away

I think that this is true

so I practice it every day…

If you want to be really good at a thing

you must do it again and again

The more I seek to offer you love

The happier I am within…

Use your words wisely

with others hearts in mind

Letting love share the truth

such sweet peace you may find…

Well, we’ve had a bit of an accident! It’s ok… Boomer will be alright, if he keeps his leg elevated. At least, that’s what Tilly recommends for the fastest recovery.

I was in my office working on today’s projects, when I heard a very loud cry coming from out by the hay loft. Before I could even reach the doorway, Dinky came bursting into the room with such a look of panic on her face! All she could manage to say, through her own tears, was that Boomer had fallen!

When I got to the loft, where I’d heard the cry only moments before, I discovered Boomer laying with his little back leg stuck in a bale of hay. He was crying something awful, which brought tears to my eyes as I tried to gently pull him free. I quickly discovered why he was putting up such a fuss… his tiny green leg was swelling more and more, by the moment.

I gently picked him up in my arms and carried him back into my office, followed by an entire line up of sniffling, crying and generally unhappy babies. I lay Boomer down on a pile of hay to examine his injury, while Tilly sat right beside me, offering encouraging words of support. While I didn’t believe that it was broken, his leg did look very painful and swollen. Tilly helped me wrap it, being careful not to cause Boomer any more pain than was necessary.

The babes are sitting with him now, while we await the arrival of the local doctor. Although it’s most likely just a sprain, I have no desire to rely on my own judgement in this situation, as I am not a Veterinarian. I assure you that he is resting comfortably with Tilly busy mothering him.

From what I’ve gathered, by questioning the rest of the babies, Boomer tried to fly! The problem is, unfortunately, that his tiny wings are much too small and underdeveloped, thereby, allowing him to lift and hold his chubby body in the air.

Off to one side of our little group, I spied a very sad and sorrowful looking babe, trying to melt into the wall. I left all of the other babies to comfort Boomer, while I crawled over and sat down next to Squagon. I didn’t even get a chance to question him, before he tearfully confessed what he believed was all HIS fault!

You see… Squagon IS able to fly! Yes, my little squirrel dragon has a set of his own fully operational wings. The big difference is in the size of my winged compadres! Boomer is much bigger and chubbier than Squagon, being nowhere near ready to experience lift off, as I call it! My poor tiny flyer thought it was all his fault that Boomer followed him up to the rafters, where he usually took flight.

The young dragon had never tried to fly before, so Squagon jumped off the ledge and took flight, never thinking that Boomer might also jump! My tiny furry flyer collapsed in a fit of sobs, dropping his head onto my knee and blowing his nose on my pant leg… I know, gross! Squagon really did think that he had caused all this!

Only after I soothed my young friend, assuring him that it wasn’t his fault, did Squagon finally stop crying. I explained that accidents happen sometimes, through no ones fault at all! Unless Squagon felt that he had taken Boomer up into the rafters, with the purpose of pushing him off intentionally, it was not his fault. When I explained things to him, my little snot maker brightened up immediately, hugged my hand fiercely and ran to be with his friends.

While we all wait for the doctor to arrive, I’ve opened up one of those giant tins of multiflavored popcorn to keep everyone calm and happy… everyone loves popcorn!

Never fear folks, as I hear the doctor arriving as we speak… I’ll update you as soon as I can…

I love to write! In fact, I love writing almost more than I love talking, which is saying something. You’ve seen me dabble in poetry, revealing my whimsical side. I’ve attempted some audio recordings, simply reading out loud what I’ve already written… I have always loved reading to others, especially children. I enjoy writing fiction, allegories, and funny anecdotes too! But, I will admit that my greatest joy come from retelling memories from days gone by… some mine, some about those in my history.

Why don’t I just stick with writing memories, you might be asking? What if I quite writing about other things, or writing in different form, simply focusing on my favorite style? While I certainly don’t buy into the whole like, share, and follow merry-go-round… I do not desire to settle for simple, nor do I wish to bore you with too much repetitiveness.

I think that I write all over the place because, I do NOT wish to fall into a category… or BOX if you will. There are visitors to the lobby coming from all walks of life, ways of thinking, and wants and desires of differing styles. My wish is to relate to each and everyone who visits, with the ability to connect on their level… their style.

The lobby takes visitors from all over the world, some reading from their office chairs, while others stop by with a baby on their hip and a burp rag upon their shoulder. These are just several examples of the diversity that I encounter, as I greet new literary faces. I meet some that are young and some that are old, of both men and women. Some visitors are healthy and active, while others may be coping with an infirmity of one kind or another.

I believe the reason I write all over the place is to reach the heart of the masses… not to have a crowd following me around, but to do as Jesus did, walk as He walked. If we are made in the image of God and designed by Him, doesn’t it make sense that I want to reach out as far as I can to find those in need? Yes, it takes more work and creativity, as far as writing style and content go, but the rewards far out way the efforts, in my humble opinion.

Am I not intended to emulate my Lord and Savior, in all things?

I shall never attain Jesus’ holiness and righteousness, but thankfully, He does not ask that I do! Because of what Christ did for us, all we are called to do is believe… and follow Him. I don’t know about you, but when I spend all my time with someone, I tend to start picking up their mannerisms and habits. The saying, you are like those you are associated with, is used so frequently because it’s true… that’s the way our minds are built to learn. Study… memorization… practice practice practice!

Jesus spent all that time with the apostles during His ministry, teaching, training, correcting, rebuking and encouraging them. He was preparing and strengthening them for the work ahead. Jesus wasn’t just a sermon giver, was He? Christ healed, fed, taught, and fellowshipped with whomever He encountered… consistently! While Jesus did all these things in actual form, cannot we, as His followers, emulate him in some form or another?

In pondering these things, I suppose one might find that literary words used in LOVE, can heal, feed, teach, edify and offer fellowship with those who draw near.

Well, maybe I’m way off the mark here, but God did say that He will bless the work of my hands, so in my case, writing IS something my hands are doing. If I seek to give words of love to you, here in the Lobby, will He not bless those words? I don’t know for sure, but as I look over that which I strive to accomplish, in His name and for your sake… God WILL bless it, somehow!

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!