10 Percent my butt...

I want to have a word with whatever genius came up with that... we've all heard it before, how we only utilize 10 percent of our brain capacity. Nice theory... too bad it's complete crap. If that were true, then explain to me where all that extra brain goes after we experience the miracle of motherhood? What happened to my ability to keep a running total of numbers in my head? Or remember what I was supposed to buy at the store without making a very detailed list of all three items? Or that I had a really important appointment at 1:00 the day before, that I just remembered today??? Where were you on that one, oh extra brain matter? If we only use 10 percent, then the rest of it is just there to take up space make us feel better about ourselves as a species, as it's totally useless for anything else. If any of you moms out there have figured out a way to gain some of your thinking ability back, please share. In the meantime, I will continue to try and re-master the ability to add & subtract small numbers without writing them down or using the calculator on the computer. Boy howdy...

Oh summer, how do I love thee?...

Ok, so it isn't summer yet, but I'll take what I can get - and it feels like summer, so I'm not going to bother with technicalities. It's not exactly a secret that this is my favorite time of year, as I open my big mouth about how much I hate cold weather to anyone who will listen, and also some who don't really want to.

After being out all morning planting the petunias that have been sitting in their little nursery containers for about a month now, I decided I'd take some pictures of a few of our other family members... and no, these are not all of them - just the ones that were feeling photogenic at the moment. Also, I had to get a picture of Max up here - he's been around longer than we've even been married, and we love him like crazy! Long story short - April, 10 years ago, we were hiking around in Nine-Mile canyon and ran into a couple that had been fostering one-year-old Max as a rescue - Stef & I paid his adoption fee and gave him to Todd for his 21st birthday. I don't care how much you love your dog, or how great you think your dog is, or especially how smart you think your dog is - Max is better. Seriously. He understands almost everything you tell him, and if he doesn't he will work until he figures it out. I've never seen a dog so willing to please and so very personable. Even Myrna, who is not a dog fan, loves Max. We all love Max. Max loves Max! (Yes, he does love himself - and he loves Todd too... more than the rest of us, but we don't mind) You get the point. He is getting up there in years, but still acts like a 2 year old - we hope he stays around for a long time... we will be very lonely without him. (And yes, he's tied up - temporarily. He has demolished his kennel for the 100th time, and we are still fixing it)

Here he is again - pulling his 'look how cute I am' pose (in between rolling over, dancing, speaking, and pulling out whatever other moves he can in the hopes I'll let him off his leash)

Last for today? This is Horace -he's a pygmy goat, and he's about 2 1/2 now. (There used to be a Jasper, but he died this spring... it was sad) Max wants to eat him - or at least chew on him a little. If he looks shrimpy, it's because he is. A two year old could man-handle him quite easily. He's a very nice little guy, and a good weed eater... though, given his size, he doesn't make much of a dent - we actually have 2 goats, but I don't like the other one - therefore, I will not post him! (He's a billy we've had since he was a kid *ha ha!* - we, mistakenly, put off having him neutered... and still haven't done it. He's stinky, cranky, and has a full set of horns that he pushes Horace around with regularly. Happily, he's going to someone else soon, so I won't have to smell him anymore)