THE BIKES ARE HERE

Every year here in our quiet little village 5,000 harley motorcycles roll into town and camp at the fairgrounds for a week.  We are not allowed out at the fairgrounds until after they leave on Sunday cos Mom says there are things that go on out there that could damage us for life if wesa would see it.

Well, Dad goes out there and his brudder and some other mens that comes to see him, and he is okay so I don't know what the problem is.  Mom says the problem is I is only 3 and wayyyyy to young to even go in the gate.  In fact no one can go in the gate unless they are 21 or older, if that gives you a clue as to the shenanigans that happen.

This is my Dad and his friend Danny last year getting ready for a big run at the rally. Dad's friend passed away last month.

One times Mom and another girl friend went to the "Queens" contest thinking it was something it turned out NOT to be....holey smoke our Mom was so embarrassed she hasn't been back since.  Dad told her she should have entered it cos they could have used the extra monies, and guess where he ended up sleeping that night!  I would have thought that was a compliment but apparently my mom didn't.

Here is a tat on the leg of a solder that served two tours in Iraq.  It tells lots of different stories. He has a red, white and blue bike.

So friends it will be a loud and wooly weekend around here.  This morning Mom wanted to take a few pictures of us and this is the best we would give her.

Me, telling Mom I am ready to come in off the porch. I is not very happy, can you see my face.  I have to eat my breakfast AWAY from the others cos I can be feisty around food.

Maggie, wouldn't even give Mom a good picture cos she was loving her breakfast alot.  She is the slowest eater of all three of us, but she sure has filled out good hasn't she!

AND LAST OF ALL......

Baby Gussie, as soon as he saw the camera come out, he plopped his butt down on the floor!  He loves the paparazzi!!

Have a great weekend!
Stella Rose, Maggie and Baby Gussie