Happiness Can Be Silly and Sad Too

 

I’ll take happiness any way I can get it

Finding happiness can be tough, even harder when having to deal with a really sad situation. This is the Redneck’s Weimariner, Buck. He’s a bit cantakerous and old and just got diagnosed with a spinal tumor last week. We’re taking care of him at home until he shows signs of pain that we can’t control. Because he’s a good dog. Because he was there for the Redneck way before Duck and I were. And mostly because he’s family.
 

Happiness can be trying to make a bad situation just a bit more bearable

Happiness can be a smile on your cell on a workday

Sometimes getting a smile from a grim faced stoic Redneck over a silly picture on his cell is a whole day’s worth of happiness. A pic that shows the dog who can no longer walk but is far from dead. To me it’s worth everything. A way to remember the happier times in hopes of tempering the sadness that will come soon enough. We love you Buck.

 

 

 

My Redneck Boys Are Getting It Done

“Yeah, my boys round here-they’re keepin’ it country…”

My guys are having a ball; male bonding over building

“And what they call work, digging in the dirt-gotta get it in the ground ‘fore the rain come down”

Definitely going to need curtains

“Talkin’ ’bout girls, talkin’ ’bout trucks-backwoods legit, don’t take no lip”

We have pumpkins! A Country Boy Can Survive

“Have you ever got down with a…Red red red red red red redneck?”

Come on through the country side

“I can’t help it, I just keep fallin’… for my boys ’round here”

He doesn’t do the Dougie

Girl you gotta get down~with a….red red red red red red redneck!

Lyrics from Blake Shelton

Gardening With CeeLee: Nature’s Getting Naughty

Sad Thing Is…It’s Real AND It’s Mine…Go Figure….

A short little ditty…

 

 

There was a woman named CeeLee

Who planted her tomatoes while sipping spiked tea

She realized too late and could only curse her fate

The tomatoes, they stared at the hose 10 feet away gloomily

“Aw, hell no! Are you kidding me?!”

Twice on the daily, she hauled her water in buckets

Calling in vain, CeeLee’s son was smart and his duties he was a-ducking

Glare blind and swaying, water squishing in her shoes and braying

How her arms being stretched past her feet was just so lame!

Crabby as CeeLee was, her garden grew and grew

Yielding up fresh treats and a surprise (who knew?)

In the midst of her garden, sat the punchline, still covered in dew

The moral of the story is never let life pass you by

If you do, you’ll look back later and sigh

For what had been missed under a bright laughing sky

Remember to laugh when you can!

This came from nature, the joke though, it’s on me.

Someone mixed in the wrong type of fertilizer!

Ha and Ha…I’m
Surrounded By Testosterone!

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My Duckling’s Return To The Nest

My life is good.

Not perfect by no means, but good.

Perfect gets boring eventually, right?

No, see I’m asking because I doubt I’d recognize such a thing. Not even if it were to fall from the sky and splatter on my face. 😉

Happy weekend! My Duck is home and safe.

Relatively speaking… as I watch him watching fireworks and begging to light his own (keep dreamin’ pal) and happy.

And I feel okay today.

Not perfect, but good.