Picking corn can be scary

Last Saturday we were sitting around the fire and I decided that I would go and pick a few ears of corn for my Sunday dinner. Fine. I was not paying any attention to who was around, what was around..I was in my own little world finding the best ears of corn. At that moment I had two ears of corn in my hands (one in each) and my dad can running through the corn field, rustled the corn...and well I screamed so loud as you can imagine, but the best part was that I held up the two ears of corn and shook them at my Dad....like that was going to do anything.
When I looked up to the where everyone else was sitting, they were all laughing so hard at me...I just wish someone would have taken a picture of me shaking the corn at my Dad.
I am really surprised the neighbors did not hear me, because I knew I screamed really, really loud.
On Friday night, I had the family down for family dinner, where I made pecan crusted chicken, hot rolls, hot German potato salad, and peanut butter pie. Needless to say, there was enough for me to have left overs on Saturday for work and today. I will make that recipe again that is fur sure. After dinner was all sat around the living room and Grandpa told stories of when he was in the service and what happened with some of his students who he had in flight instruction class for the Air Force. I guess he was teaching them how to call for help at the same time as they were to pull their release cords. Well the one student said "calling all cars, calling all cars," but he was saying this through the release cord, rather than the calling device.. Grandpa said everyone lost it, even him the instructor and his co instructor.
It was one story after another, and then mom jumped in and told about a time, when they lived in the old farmhouse before Grandpa and Grandma built the house they live in now. It was night and mom was laying in bed and she kept hearing a noise like someone breathing out the window...she finally got Grandpa (her dad's) attention, and he came in and listened and when he yelled out the window "who is out there?" it responded with a MOO...the cows where about and they were eating the vine on the chimney outside mom's bedroom window...If that doesn't scare you...i don't know what would..But we laughed and laughed about it all night. It was so funny. I can't even imagine how my mom felt.
This week we are celebrating my Grandparents 60 wedding anniversary on the 3rd of September. Matthew has a ballgame, and Mom, Matt, Grandma and Grandpa are all going to the first OSU ballgame. Let the season begin and GOOOOOOOOO BUCKS!
Till next week......