Eddy and Mom hosted a hayride for their 'family' on Saturday out at Eddy's farm. This is the 3rd annual, I believe...anyway, the boys have so much fun because Eddy has spoiled them with 'toys' they don't normally get to play with. They left early with Nanny and played all day at the farm. When Chris and I got there, the hayride was just pulling back in the yard...there were about 15 on the trailer and Mom and Eddy of course, in the cab of the truck. They looked as if they were half frozen but bounced off of the trailer with gusto. We had brought the chili that I had started at 7:30 a.m before I went to work in the slow cooker. It was a welcoming meal as it warmed them up!
Then, Mom a.k.a. Nanny, the little too happy scarecrow, came tooling around the corner between vehicles dressed like this. Ok, people. Now you know WHY Jeff and I never had friends!!! When growing up, no-one knew what to expect when opening our back door. Not even us. Call it creative or a little weird or maybe it had to do with the sanity factor...either way, we couldn't pin point it exactly. We just got used to her 'work in progress' as something was always under construction. Always.
It didn't matter if it was some cutesy-wutesy craft, a wood shop production, a hand painted quilt, handmade log mirrors...whatever it was, it was bound to be something a 'normal' parent was NOT doing. That's what makes her so unique, I suppose. That would be how I ended up with the world's most infamous haircut, right there in our kitchen in good old Nebraska. When you have two 'beauticians' each with a pair of dull scissors working on the same head of hair, at precisely the same time...yep, it was unique alright...right down to the fact that Mom liked LONGER hair and Aunt Brenda like SHORTER hair...uh, huh...I wore a brown paper bag for months. M-O-N-T-H-S, I tell you. All for the sake of my Mother's crazy creative genius. Except this wasn't creative, definitely wasn't genius but it was CRAZY to think she could cut hair as easily as she could a piece of material or oak, perhaps. Yeah, she's unique all right...just don't let her in your back door and if she has a pair of scissors, start running as you don't want to be sucked into her unique ways.
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