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I am not a cat person.

At all.

So can someone tell me what I am doing with this?

Sucker I tell ya.

I am highly allergic to this little guy; sneezing, itching and small hives.   I was hoping my allergies had diminished over the years, but apparently not.

Oh and did I mention asthma?

So does anyone have any ideas for me, so I don’t have to break my kids hearts and get rid of little Benny?

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This is King Meemer and his mama, who is politely telling me to get lost with my camera.  Actually it was something more like, “you’re obnoxious,” but I was undeterred.

I tried to catch miss fussy, (I say that with the utmost love and affection,) without her knowing by shooting from the hip.  Meaning, I didn’t raise my camera to my eye, I shot it from waist level.  But that girl has good ears I tell you!  She could hear my shutter ten miles away.

Isn’t she beautiful even though she’s reprimanding me?

Anyway, have fun and try this approach to get all kinds of interesting shots.  When I do this, I can’t wait to get home and see what I’ve captured.   It’s always a hoot!

And before Kimmie gets a hold of me at church tonight and strangles me after seeing this photo of herself on my blog, I need to tell you she has poured out her heart about their upcoming adoption in this post and since I could never do it justice, you must read it for yourselves.  

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Gee summer seemed awfully short, just as I’m sure the winter will seem brutally long.  Can you tell how much I am anticipating transcripts?  Certainly more self discipline than what this free spirit is used to.

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Tim invited Belle and me to a carnival and of course I said yes.  Photo ops you know. 

I could just smell the fried dough and visualize the cotton candy and shelling out a pocket full of money that should be reserved for the dental bill to follow.

Well, fortunately for us, we didn’t last long enough to incur a dental bill.

We enjoyed about five rides and a few shots…..

er…uh….snap shots, not liquor.

And then there was pee.

In the pants.

No.  Not my pants, just in case you might have been thinking one of these weanie rides did me in.

Too bad she didn’t tell one of use she had to go.  Tim is like MacGyver.  Who else would travel with this in the back of the car?  Pretty nifty huh?

Yes, we’re rednecks, just in case you had any doubt.

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We laughed.

We smiled.

We danced.

We held hands.

We cleaned goose poop off her boot.

Yep.  That pretty much covers it.