Old Cow Town

I have lived in the Wichita area for more than 13 years and had never been to the Old Cow Town Museum, until Saturday. It was Smithosonian Museum day and many museums were free on Saturday with a coupon found on-line. We joined the Terrys for an afteroon at the museum.










We stopped at the Saloon for a sasparilla (or diet coke) and then watched a gun fight. Madelyn's favorite part of Cow Town was feeding the calf. I'm just thankful I was born into the world with electricity and running water. God knew long ago that I wouldn't make it in a world without such luxuries.

PrAnKs From PuNkS

One of the perks of being married to a high school teacher/coach is that we often times have high school kids aka punks, play pranks on us. We have been tp'd, forked, and soaped. We have had kids ringing and running, and throwing a whole baked chicken on our door step, just to name a few. Last friday night the punks struck again but this time they played dirty. We got a call from the school secretary Saturday morning asking if we had our tires flattened because she had. Ryan stepped outside to check and sure enough all the tires on our SUV and Toyota were completely flat (I was thrilled that I had parked in the garage the previous night). Thankfully the punks had only let all the air out and not slashed them, but regardless Ryan was pretty hot about it. He called the cops to report the incident and in turn the cops told him that there was a stop sign and construction cones missing from the previous night, assuming that was done by the same kids. Interestingly we found the cones and stop sign underneath our neighbors bushes later that day.
I was quite amused with the cleverness of the prank, but Ryan still has yet to find the humor in it. The punks will have hell to pay if he ever catches them. I'm hoping they are never found out.

Busy Weekend with Lessons Learned

We had a fun-filled weekend that seemingly flew by. Friday evening we had friends over for dinner and then they assisted me with hanging up the clingy wall sayings (literal terminology)that I've had in the package for over six months. Comically we ended up putting them up incorrectly but it turned out really well. We all had a good laugh at the comic show.

Saturday morning Madelyn had a soccer game. She scored the one and only goal for her team. She had an awesome game and played hard the entire game.


After the game we headed to Hutchinson to the State Fair. Unfortunately we were already miles from home when I discovered I didn't have the camera. Of course, I blamed Ryan.

I drove home from the fair while Ryan sat in the back seat with Madelyn to work on her reading and math. We were less than ten miles from home and I was cruising along listening to Madelyn and Ryan adding and subtracting, I had no clue how fast I was going until I looked up and noticed a cop coming my way. I quickly looked at the speedometer and new I was busted for going 53mph in a 30mph work zone. The cop quickly made a u-turn and I anxiously awaited for the lights to come on, and indeed he did not disappoint. I pulled over and said a few choice words to myself as Madelyn piped in "mama is going to jail." The cop asked me why he pulled me over... why do I have to answer that...he knows why. Then I explained that I was involved with some math with my daughter and had not been paying attention. He went back to his car with my license and insurance and came back a few minutes later and asked me to roll down the back window. He looked at Madelyn and asked her what the answer was to the math problem she was working on and said if she got it right she would get me out of a ticket. I looked at her and said, "you better get it right!!" She froze under pressure and didn't get it right. Thankfully the officer thought Madelyn was cute enough to let me off. He reminded me that my ticket would have been over $300 since I was in a work zone and told me to slow down and only gave me a warning. Phew!! My stomach was in knots the rest of the ride home.

Lesson #1 -If you are going to speed have a cute six year old in the car. She was the only reason I got out of a ticket.

Sunday after Church, Madelyn and I headed to Herington to deliver Jack to his new owner.

Madelyn shed a few tears as she said goodbye. But, a cookie dough blizzard from DQ dried up those tears very quickly.

Ryan was up bright and early on the road to Arkansas Sunday morning to look at a boat. After seven hours on the road Ryan returned with a fish/ski boat. I can't wait to get back in the skiis next summer and Ryan is looking forward to taking it out fishing this week.




Lesson #2- If you are high maintenance and high strung do not buy an indoor puppy that is not potty trained.

Kelso Charles' stay with us was very short lived. After five fun-filled days of cleaning up poo and pee he has found himself a new loving home. Madelyn and I adored him and he was the best lap dog. However, the middle of the night kennel cleanings were more than I cared to deal with. For some reason Kelso thought it was okay to poop in his kennel, even when I took him out every few hours. I thought dogs didn't sh*t in their own nest. I was proven wrong. Those that know me understand that I do not do well with lack of sleep. I was becoming a raging B and not being very kind to Madelyn (or Ryan). It wasn't fair to them. We are also on the go often and I didn't feel right leaving Kelso home alone in a kennel while we are out and about. Ryan was anti-Kelso since the day I brought him home. He would have nothing to do with him. He voiced his disapproval before I brought him home and then just watched me fail. Secretly he was/is thinking I told you so.I have plenty of excuses, but the fact of the matter is I just couldn't do it. I know my limits and a nonpotty trained house puppy is beyond my limit.
Kelso, who will soon have a new name, went to live with one of my staff, who already has a house dog and understands the work they require. Thankfully I will receive regular updates and pictures.

Introducing Kelso Charles

Kelso is the newest member of the Muhlig household. He is 10 weeks old and weighs in at 2lbs. He will probably be a whopping 5lbs when all is said and done. His mama is a yorkie poo and his daddy is a chihuaha (sp?). He is our replacement for Jack, since Jack is going to a farm to assist with making more Corgis (he is going to be used as a breeding dog....lucky him).

Madelyn and I unintentionally came up with the name Kelso. She liked Cutie or Ricky and I liked Eddie or Queso. I made the final decision since I'm the primary care giver and when she accidentally referred to him as Kelso rather than Queso it stuck.

Ryan detests Kelso and will have nothing to do with him. He thinks Kelso is pretty useless. But, I think he just needs to give it some time and the two of them will become the best of friends.

Kelso hasn't quite figured out the whole potty training thing and seems to think his huge kennel is a litter box. He also doesn't like to be left alone at night and whines and whines and whines. I had about five hours of sleep the first night because I kept getting up to check on him and last night I set the alarm to take him out to potty. It is kind of like having a baby in the house again, except better because I'm not breastfeeding and I can just toss him in a kennel.

He is a lap dog and loves to be held. Madelyn and I adore him.

I Love this Toothless Grin!!!

Dance Like Nobody is Watching

Happy Birthday

Happy 35th birthday to the man that makes me laugh everyday, is adored by his daughter and the one...






I love to grow old with!