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My Old Kentucky Home

I love Kentucky.

I mean, I really do.

Some of the most beautiful country you’ll ever see.


Some of the best food you’ll ever eat.


Some of the craziest people on God’s green earth!

I saw one of them today.

Well, I didn’t actually see the dude, just his truck.

But that was enough to know that he is all kinds of whackadoo!

I went to lunch, per usual, and then on my way back to work, this truck cuts me off.

What’s that???

Something is hanging down from the trailer hitch.

Something BIG is hanging down from the trailer hitch.

What could it be??

Oh my word…….

It’s a head.


Hanging down.

From the trailer hitch.

Of course, as soon as we stopped at a red light, I had to snap a picture.

‘Cause who would believe me otherwise????


I guess it’s true what Julia Sugarbaker once said….

In the South we don’t hide our crazy people.

We bring ‘em right out and show ‘em off.

Gotta love Kentucky!




He Flies Through the Air With The Greatest of Ease

The funniest things happen when the Flying Zolnowski’s are getting ready for bed.

I don’t know why these things happen.

Getting ready for bed is a serious matter.

It’s the last step before you accomplish the day’s main goal: BED!!

It’s the best part of the ding-dong day!!

But sometimes the Mr. likes to race.

Sometimes he gets a little silly.

Sometimes he’s just four-thirds ig-nernt!!

But most always he cracks me up!!!

Last night was no exception.

Except he wasn’t racing.

He wasn’t being silly.

He was just telling me a story about something that happened at work.

I was standing at the dresser listening to this riveting tale of IT hi-jinks while the Mr. was behind me over by the bed getting undressed.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear but the Mr. falling across the room.

It was like a slow-motion fall.

He just kept falling and falling and falling.

I’m seeing all this through the mirror so I turned to check out what was actually happening and there he was.

On his knees.

Crashed into the rocker and cedar chest.

Jeans around his ankles.

What in this world?!?!?!?!

And then it starts.

The laughter.

Not mine…………HIS!!

He laughs and laughs and laughs some more.

He falls back on the floor in a fit of laughter.

Pants still at his ankles and just cracking right up.

Are you ok????

What happened?

Where you trying to race me?

Did you just get tangled up?

No, he says.

“The Lord’s just trying to tell me I’m too big for my britches.”

But never fear.

Taj went over to check on his dad and the dog who NEVER licks the Mr. gave him a big ole smooch right on the mouth!!!

Now THAT was funny!!




Today I’m gonna make this short and sweet and just give you a little glimpse into the “real” us:



Mark & Andrew

{For the record, no Andrew’s were hurt in the making of the above photo}

{Grandma wasn’t too happy though!!}


Happy Friday everyone!!


Family Ties

family tree

Yesterday I was gifted with some old family pictures.

My current boss has been a friend of my family since before I was born.  In fact, Patsy was at the old King’s Daughters Hospital the day I was born many, MANY years ago.

So when she told me she had found some pictures and was giving them to me, I was so excited.

I love old pictures.

And I love my old family.  🙂

Now I had seen these pictures before but now I have my very own copies and I thought I’d share them with you.


This is a picture of Dad’s parents, Ira and Vera McLean (better known as Mawmaw and Pawpaw).  The picture was taken, I believe, at my parent’s wedding almost 50 years ago.

And here is one of Mom’s family.  I’m not sure what year this was taken but since Mom’s not in it, I am assuming it was right after she got married.


That’s Me-maw and Pe-paw (aka Cleora and Ernest Cannada) and those are Mom’s brothers, Ricky and Roger.

Now, this picture was an extra treat.


This is my Uncle Walter and Aunt Christine and their two daughters, Debbie and Patty Jo.

That Uncle Walter was quite a hoot.

All of my dad’s brothers are pretty funny and love to pick on and tease each other and really anybody else they are around.  I’m so thankful for their sense of humor that they so generously passed on to most of their offspring.

I can remember one time being at Mawmaw and Pawpaw’s house and when it was time to go, I was told to put on my socks and shoes.  I sat down in the floor and started to put my socks on.  Uncle Walter said “Your putting that sock on the wrong foot” so I jerked it off and started putting it on the other foot.  He said “No, that’s still the wrong foot”.  So off that sock came again as I switched feet.

I’d love to tell you that I caught on to the joke and that was the end of it but truth be told it went on and on with me putting the sock on and Uncle Walter “helping” me by telling me I was wrong.

It’s funny today but at the time it was very frustrating!!!

Uncle Walter got the biggest kick out of that!!

He’s been gone for a few years now and I sure do miss him.

And now for the most confusing part of my family………..Roger and Debbie.



Roger (my uncle) married Debbie (my cousin)







Confused yet????

I know!

This sounds like a crazy Southern thing where the family tree only has one branch, but let me assure you that it’s all legit and we have a somewhat normal family tree.

Actually the tree is normal, the family not so much.

Roger is Mom’s brother and Debbie is Dad’s niece (Uncle Walter’s daughter) so they are in no way blood relations.  But it makes Roger my uncle AND my cousin and Debbie is my cousin AND my aunt.

And their kids (Bryan and Shauna) are our first AND second cousins!

I won’t even begin to try to figure out what Bryan and Shauna’s kids are.

Second, third AND fourth???

So that’s my crazy family.

Please tell me yours is just as crazy!!!


My Funny Valentine


Today’s the day.

The one day a year that I have to try to be romantic.

Don’t get me wrong, I love romance.  I love romantic movies and I love flowers and chocolate.  I’m just not an overly romantic person.

Luckily for me, the Mr. isn’t too sappy either!

When we first met, I explained to him that while I appreciate a man opening a door for me, I can hop in and out of the car just fine by myself.

Well, maybe not hop but I can slowly roll out pretty good……most of the time!

We are not an overly affectionate couple.  We never have been.  We don’t feel the need to smooch all the time.  If you do, that’s fine but it’s just not us.

So the things that I find sweet & endearing are often not romantic at all.

If the Mr. empties the dishwasher for me (which I HATE to do), I swoon!

Well, maybe not an actual swoon because I’m not a weirdo.

Well, maybe I AM a weirdo but not a swoon-y one!

One of the most romantic things the Mr. ever did for me was when we were dating long distance and I flew up to Buffalo for a visit.  The Mr. picked me up at the airport and when we got in his car, there was a small cooler in between the seats.  Tucked inside that cooler was an icy cold Diet Coke!

Now THAT’S love!!!

Another time, right after we were married, the Mr., our boys and the Mr.’s brother went to see Rush play at Darien Lake.  Since that didn’t sound at ALL fun to me, I stayed with my in-laws and we went to Shakespeare in the Park.  It was really a lot of fun but the Mr. didn’t get back to pick me up until really late.  I was getting a bit snacky but hadn’t been in the family long enough to ask for something.  When the concert was over, the guys stopped at McDonald’s and the Mr. ordered me a couple of cheeseburgers.  His brother thought that was crazy since they would be stone-cold by the time they got to where I was waiting.  The Mr. said, “Trust me.  I know my wife.”

He does indeed!!!

I scarfed down those burgers in record time!

How sweet that the Mr. thought of me.

So today, I wanna wish my Mr. a happy Valentine’s Day and thank him for the beautiful flowers he sent me this morning.


But just so you don’t think he’s too mushy, check out the way he signed the card:


That’s my man!!

Happy V-Day everybody!!