THE QUEEN'S Bs WELCOME

What a new venture!

All the technical mumbo-jumbo, scrounging around for USB sticks to find that one decent self-photo, and the angst, oh, the angst, of starting up something new and going public.  Well, here I am.  Welcome to my blog!  Sheesh!

Guess I'm too pensive since it took me forever and then a day to come up with a heading.  Do I want to epitomizes what I've been, reflect me that grew during the "wonder years", embody the days of marriage with children, or ...  not.

Well, ya can't be what you're not.  "Not" is sometime in the future, right?

So, I'm married with children.  A dear friend once said, "You're the Queen Bee, and since you have all males in your house, your vote counts for two!"  LOL, yep, my vote counts,  it's a strong vote, and it counts twice!

Then there's the B's.

DH, dear hubby, was one of three boys with last name of Bays.  Growing up on the farm, they'd come over and my brothers would call them the Bays' Boys.

Now, having raised males on 4 acres, we have our own set of Bays' Boys -- 6 of 'em.  You'll get to know them from Rusty to Ian;  Rusty, Mitch, Calvin, Clint, Spencer, and Ian.  Don't forget John.  Can't discount John.  He's the daddy!

And, you can't forget the excited mark.  Ut-hum, that would be Cousin Jack.  Yep, he's a cousin.  Yep, he's most often excited (full of pranks and glee).  Yep, we adopted him, in mind and spirit and enveloping love.

Speaking of enveloping love, recently Rusty and Clinton added to our burgeoning bunch two females, their wives.  Then Clinton had to add just one more itty bitty one, a girl baby, hence another B.  That's for Babygirl, you know, she's Miss Lilly.

There ya have it.  You've gotten the Queen's Bs welcome.

Welcome to my blog and hope it brings you much -- hugs and chuckles.

~~Pamela~

"A morning is not only Sunrise, 

but a beautiful Miracle of God!,

Good morning, God."