Proud Mama

I miss blogging. I really do. :(

I think I've talked about our next door neighbors before. When they moved in and I saw kids, I was very excited.

Then I found out they were very religious home-schoolers. While they are very nice people, I can tell that we are the bad example they show their kids.

"Hear them yelling all the time little Timmy? Pray for them because they're going straight to hell."

I was sweeping the front porch Saturday and they pulled up in their drive. Usually we try to pretend we don't see each other so we can avoid the stilted hellos.

Only my youngest daughter and my son were on the porch with me.

My son, when he yells hi, yells it and yells it and yells it.

So he yelled, "Hi Christian!" Thank goodness his speech is hard to understand. I don't think they understood him. Then he kept yelling it. "Hi Christian."

I said, "SJ, one hello is plenty, remember?"

Then my daughter yells to them, "Don't mind my brother. He's possessed!"

If only the porch could have opened up and swallowed me alive at that time. I wouldn't have minded.
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All the puppies except for Cecil are gone.

Dottie went last to a family with four kids. There were two girls that seemed to be about five and six, a boy about three and an eight-month old baby boy.

Their last name was Trojan. Heh heh heh.