A Pair of Bartletts

What Pets Write In Their Diary

I got this in an email and had a great laugh out of it. Since we are animal lovers, especially of our dog and two cats, this was especially funny. One cat is very happy go lucky, and more like a dog than a cat. The other cat (Mocha), on the other hand, is a long haired beauty queen princess who has little time or concern for the other "peasants" who live in her midst (namely, Buddy the dog and Moxie, the other cat). This little diary that I got in an email describes the relationship between Mocha and the other peasant animals quite well.

I hope you get a laugh out of it too!

Excerpts from Buddy Bartlett's Diary:
 

 

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from Mocha (THE Princess') Diary:

 

Day 983 of my captivity...

 
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

 

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about

what a 'good little hunter' I am. IMBECILES.

 

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

 

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

 

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

 

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................

(from a post done in 2009--I was reminded of it today and had to "re-share!)

 

 

Music To My Ears

"Sissy"....to hear that word from four little short people is like Vivaldi's "The Four Seasons" playing in my ears.  That word is music to my ears and can melt me into a puddle faster than you can blink your eyes!  "Sissy" is the special name that my nieces and nephews call me.  And, it's a special name reserved only for them...and when I hear it, well, it's just ear candy.  Those four little short people happen to be my brother and sister-in-love's children...1, 3, 5 and 7....definitely a house full of stair-steps!  

Lately, their little worlds have been somewhat out of the regular order with their mommy just having had surgery a week ago due to colon cancer.  But in the midst of this trial, the Lord has provided and He has met the needs of all four of these precious little souls.  1 and 3 have been with my Mom, who traveled up before the surgery.  5 & 7 have been with their other grandparents all week here in our town and will be joining my husband and I tomorrow for a few days.  And then, there's Tuesday....can you say road trip?  I'll be headed north for a fabulous road trip with 5 & 7 to take them home to join 1 & 3, and their Mommy and Daddy!  Most people would balk at a road trip with a 5 & 7 year old, but not me.  These boys are the bomb....and we're going to have an absolute blast!  And I know that our little princesses 1 & 3 will be SO happy to see their brothers!

So, I will probably be on a break for a few days. But, I'm sure I'll have some great things to share when the trip is over.   I know that there is a Mommy and a Daddy five hours north of here that are going to light up when 5 & 7 make it back home.  I pray that everyone has a great weekend and a fabulous week!  In the meantime, I thought I'd share our road trip scavenger hunt with you....I know that the boys will love it, and we'll make some really fun memories in the process! This was a great little website that had some really fun stuff...enjoy!

 

  Blessings,

 

The Tide Rolled in Today

I'll bet you thought I had dropped off of the earth....but no....I've been SO overwhelmed with so many things going on in my life and in Rob's life right now.  My father is still very ill, Rob's Dad is also very ill, I've had some health issues going on and in December, Rob will have his second hip replacement.  Let's just say, I've been a little stretched lately.  But today, it was nice just to sit in the recliners and watch one of our favorite things of ALL TIME.  What is that you ask?  Well, it's a Southern tradition.  It's what we look forward to all year long.....it's College Football!  Specifically, it's University of Alabama Crimson Tide Football to be exact!  And the season has started off with a bang at 3-0!  Another win today of 53/7 was pretty nice to add to our scoreboard!

There has been so much swirling  around us that it's nice just to sit back with my husband and watch a great college football game.  We cheer....we hoot....we "holla"....and the dog looks at us like we've lost every shred of a brain cell in our heads.  And with every loud "Woo Hoo", one of the cats has a nervous breakdown.  But you know what?  We have the best time with each other. It's common ground that may not be shared by all married couples.  But for us, it's common ground that we love.  As a matter of fact, I think when we were dating, I remember Rob lighting up like a Christmas tree when I asked him if he liked Alabama football.  And I do, and he does too...and during college football season, you'll most likely find us in our matching recliners covered up with Alabama blankets with our Alabama Tervis Tumblers (Bed Bath and Beyond---go get yourself one!) and our little dachshund, Buddy.  And as soon as it gets cold, Buddy will even be decked out in his Alabama Crimson Tide fleece jacket!

These are by no means things that control our lives.....but they are things that we really enjoy doing together as a family.  Even if our family is just me and Rob and the dog and the cats, it's still our little family and we still thank the Lord that we have each other to share those fun Saturdays.  I see the family time being sucked out of the lives of a lot of families around us with more extra curricular activities than I have fingers and toes.   I see people leading separate lives all the time.  It's those times that it makes me thankful for first, my salvation in the Lord Jesus Christ; secondly, the holy covenant between me and Rob, bound together by our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ and; thirdly, it makes me thankful that I get to spend the rest of my days on the earth making so many more wonderful memories with Rob.  Aside from my Bible, he is the greatest earthly treasure given to me by the Lord.  I will forever be thankful to the Lord for placing us in each others lives.  He has truly blessed us beyond our own vain imaginings.  

I would pray that you and your husband have special things that bring you close together....special times like a great college football game, or a hometown high school football game or maybe something that is not sports oriented at all.  I just pray that you are as blessed as I am to have such a precious husband and one that I can find so many things to enjoy with him as we walk with the Lord and walk the rest of this life together.  

10 Who can find a virtuous wife? For her worth is far above rubies. 11 The heart of her husband safely trusts her; So he will have no lack of gain. 12 She does him good and not evil All the days of her life........  30 Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, But a woman who fears the LORD, she shall be praised. 31 Give her of the fruit of her hands, And let her own works praise her in the gates.         Proverbs 31:10-12; 30-31

What Pets Write in Their Diary

I got this in an email and had a great laugh out of it. Since we are animal lovers, especially of our dog and two cats, this was especially funny. One cat is very happy go lucky, and more like a dog than a cat. The other cat (Mocha), on the other hand, is a long haired beauty queen princess who has little time or concern for the other "peasants" who live in her midst (namely, Buddy the dog and Moxie, the other cat). This little diary that I got in an email describes the relationship between Mocha and the other peasant animals quite well. I hope you get a laugh out of it too!

Excerpts from Buddy Bartlett's Diary:

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from Mocha (THE Princess') Diary:

Day 983 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine

lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort

of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I

nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to

disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had

hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what

I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about

what a 'good little hunter' I am. IMBECILES.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in

solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the

noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the

power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors

by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow --

but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog

receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than

willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards

regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged

protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................

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