My daddy is my hero!!

finally got another camera yesterday and it really works. It really does but I better not say it to loud. It may hear me and never take a picture again. I was sorta sad on the ride home yesterday. Me being me forgot to bring my memory card for the camera to save my pic. Duh!!
So I didn't take a single picture I just left the camera in the box and talk my mom's ear of about nothing. Lucky mom got to listen to my lovely voice for the 45 min ride. I did let her mumble a few words every once in awhile just to make it look good. If she need to or not! Naw she can talk as much as me so I guess we were even. I'd rather go with my mom we actually have a conversation. With my husband we sit in silence for 95 percent of the ride boring!!!!


Any ways I love my camera I took alot of pics of my dogs. They are have this blinking disorder going on today none stop blinking. Could be because of all the pictures I took of them. Maybe I should of turned off the flash!! Just kidding they love the camera I bring it out both of them sit up and smiling the biggest smile they can muster.

So on to why my dad's my hero! Today my dad came over to help me with my septic bed. I will post pic's of it in a few days. It's a 4 foot high muddy mount of mud. I was told to put hay on it so it helps keep the mud mound together and it will also help with the growth of grass for next year. Well he had his 4 wheeler and his trailer with him. Threw the 6 bales of hay on it and raced up the muddy hill. I put on my croc because they are the only shoes that I fit into with my ugly swollen toe! And my croc's are rubber and the mud won't ruin them. So I start climbing up this hill sinking all the way up. I finally made it to the top full of mud but not worse for the wear. I'm thinking this is stupid and messy but it has to be done. So I grab a bale of hay and start spreading it around like my dad's doing at the other end of the septic bed. All I can hear from my dad is him coughing his brains out. I asked if he was ok. He replied fine. Then I remember he's allergic to hay. I told him don't worry about doing this I'll do it no problem. But dad wouldn't hear of it. So we continued to spread the hay all over. About 20 mins into doing this my freaken nose is running all over the place but I can't leave cause I'm full of mud and don't want to drag it into the house twice. So I just keep on spreading this itchy stuff. I found out I'm allergic to this crap too. But I just wanted to get this done and over with.

We were just about done when all of a sudden I felt myself sinking really quick then my right leg was in mud up to my knee! I yelled to my dad cause this is my sore foot. And the stupid croc was stuck in the mud and I couldn't pull my leg up. My dad was laughing so hard as the mud was still sucking my leg in. In between burst of laughter my dad said pull out your leg and I'll get your shoe. Well he had to help me pull my leg out cause it was stuck now pass my knee. My left leg was starting to sink really slowly in the freaken mud. He pulls my leg out, now I have no shoe, my leg and bare foot with the wrapping on it looking like I step in the deepest pile of crap!! Thank god it didn't smell like that! My dad got my shoe out and was still laughing and handed my mud filled croc. But it didn't look like a shoe it look like a brown dripping blob. So I put this mud filled shoe on and walk very careful off this freaken mount of mud and rinse of my foot with my hose. Let me tell yah it was some cold. My dad was still laughing away. By this time I started to laugh really hard cause I saw my reflection in the window. And saw a mess.

I had straw and mud in my hair. My face even had mud on it. My face was specked with hay and fluff. I had mud everywhere. My clothes where full of mud and hay. But what a freaken mess I was. I looked like a blonde monster from the muddy lagoon! I was the star of my own horror film. Then I thought thank god dad was here cause I was planning on doing this alone. Can you imagine if I was alone. I would of sink into the septic bed and all you would of saw is my head sticking up. My brother doesn't' come home until 7 hours later! So I told my dad he was my hero and I was thankful he was there. With loud roaring of laughter he said "Can you imagine if I did this alone I weight more than you. I would of sunk under it all with no head stick out!" Then I roared.

Anyho so there's was my adventure of the mud bath! People pay good money to have a mud bath. So why not come down to my place for a g free mud bath. Not sure if it make your skin feel good but you will sink like you've never sunk before. But make sure you bring a buddy with you. I don't want to go up there again it you start to sink with my luck you'll come out fine. But your going to have to phone the fire dept to pull me out cause I know this time I not getting out so easy. I afraid that the mud and I will become one this time!