Cotton Plant
Cotton Blossom
Bee doing all the work
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Song of The South
Have you ever wondered how cotton grew.... I have. I know, I have way too much time on my hands. I planted several experimental crops this year to see what would grow and how well it would do. Cotton was one of them. I didn't know this until it was already planted right in the middle of my garden but cotton can be grown as a perennial. Mine will only be an annual this year, because the cows are going to get it. Now before I share my pictures of growing cotton with you here is the disclaimer... * you are not allowed to look at the weeds in the picture. It is a sad, sad day when a body decides due to the drought, she will let the weeds grow in her garden and when she is done she can turn the cows in and they will actually have a few days of green feed. It's pathetic if you ask me but it is what this year has reduced us to.
Cotton Boll, when this is dry it will open up and expose the cotton, I will post that picture then.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
For I Know....
When we moved to our home in Archer Idaho, Grace was six months old. The old farm house was severely neglected and required a lot of work on our part. Grace, because of her age, never saw this. The garden, fruit trees and berry patches grew up around her as she learned to walk and run and climb. She never saw the fields weedy and grown over because by the time she could see over the window sills we had dug ditches for irrigation and had animals that kept the pastures trim and neat. She was never part of hauling 5 gallon buckets of weeds out of our garden, by the time she understood weeds we had all but a few annoying handfuls under control. She enjoyed the fire pit but didn't understand the labor that went into hauling rocks and leveling ground that produced the pit. To put it in a nutshell, she took our farm for granted because it was all she had ever known.
I guess I don't need to say that our move to Missouri put my little blond bombshell into shock. While her brothers and older sister rejoiced that there was no lawn to mow and ran through the trees discovering all the wild critters (mostly ticks) that only Missouri can grow...little Grace, stood wide eyed and wondered how we would ever survive without raspberry jam and strawberries, huckleberries and apples... a chicken coop or a milk stand. She had entered the desert place. Her dismay grew when we planted a garden and it failed because momma had not yet mastered Missouri dirt. As I planted our garden a second time she made vocal her fears..."We should have brought dirt with us, and probably Mrs. Howell (our neighbor in Idaho) too."
I tried to help her adjust. When the blueberries were ripe on a neighboring farm, I loaded her and Beth up and went down to pick a few gallons. She raised an eyebrow as I paid the lady at the farm~ we were always the ones who were paid for our berries not the other way around, but she smiled as we laid them on cookie sheets and froze them for the coming winter. When the blackberries were ripe we headed out to our fields with buckets in tow. I tried to comfort her with the verse in Deuteronomy where God allows us to eat from vineyards and olive trees we did not plant and I explained how God was taking care of us by planting wild blackberries and grapes for us to enjoy. Her dissatisfaction was evident as she replied. "Well, I wish He would 'o talked to me first cuz I'd a told Him to plant the kind without pokies!"
As spring approaches, and with it, the arrival of our orders of fruit trees, berry bushes and bees. I smile. My daughter is entering into the land of plenty. Her days of being down in the valley are coming to a close. I have already witnessed her joy in gathering the first eggs here. As she squealed with delight and compared the different colors of the eggs, I think back to the summer before we left Idaho when gathering eggs was a "chore" instead of a privilege. I catch her stretching out and giving a contented sigh as she lays in front of the fire with her reading lessons. I listen to her remind me of how hot it was the day we picked blueberries as she sits down to a bowl of them swimming in sugar and cream from her favorite cow, Buttermilk. I smile because my daughter is also entering into the land of work... she will help us dig holes and pull weeds until our fingers are sore. She will groan about the heat and the bugs. She will know that life is not handed to us but available if we should choose to pursue it. And she will go after it because she knows the reward that is waiting and will no longer take it for granted. THAT is living.
So too it is with our walk as a Christian, if it were not for the valleys, the mountain tops would have no joy. If it were not for the valleys, the mountain tops themselves would become work. Our Father, in His loving wisdom, allows us to walk through valleys. But he does not send us alone nor does he leave us destitute. Behind the thorns, we will find the sweet berries. In the chores we will find joy. And when we think we can go no further He will lift us up and we will breath deep of that crisp mountain air. We must praise Him whether the path is low or high because in the mixture of both we will find the definition of living.....
I guess I don't need to say that our move to Missouri put my little blond bombshell into shock. While her brothers and older sister rejoiced that there was no lawn to mow and ran through the trees discovering all the wild critters (mostly ticks) that only Missouri can grow...little Grace, stood wide eyed and wondered how we would ever survive without raspberry jam and strawberries, huckleberries and apples... a chicken coop or a milk stand. She had entered the desert place. Her dismay grew when we planted a garden and it failed because momma had not yet mastered Missouri dirt. As I planted our garden a second time she made vocal her fears..."We should have brought dirt with us, and probably Mrs. Howell (our neighbor in Idaho) too."
I tried to help her adjust. When the blueberries were ripe on a neighboring farm, I loaded her and Beth up and went down to pick a few gallons. She raised an eyebrow as I paid the lady at the farm~ we were always the ones who were paid for our berries not the other way around, but she smiled as we laid them on cookie sheets and froze them for the coming winter. When the blackberries were ripe we headed out to our fields with buckets in tow. I tried to comfort her with the verse in Deuteronomy where God allows us to eat from vineyards and olive trees we did not plant and I explained how God was taking care of us by planting wild blackberries and grapes for us to enjoy. Her dissatisfaction was evident as she replied. "Well, I wish He would 'o talked to me first cuz I'd a told Him to plant the kind without pokies!"
As spring approaches, and with it, the arrival of our orders of fruit trees, berry bushes and bees. I smile. My daughter is entering into the land of plenty. Her days of being down in the valley are coming to a close. I have already witnessed her joy in gathering the first eggs here. As she squealed with delight and compared the different colors of the eggs, I think back to the summer before we left Idaho when gathering eggs was a "chore" instead of a privilege. I catch her stretching out and giving a contented sigh as she lays in front of the fire with her reading lessons. I listen to her remind me of how hot it was the day we picked blueberries as she sits down to a bowl of them swimming in sugar and cream from her favorite cow, Buttermilk. I smile because my daughter is also entering into the land of work... she will help us dig holes and pull weeds until our fingers are sore. She will groan about the heat and the bugs. She will know that life is not handed to us but available if we should choose to pursue it. And she will go after it because she knows the reward that is waiting and will no longer take it for granted. THAT is living.
So too it is with our walk as a Christian, if it were not for the valleys, the mountain tops would have no joy. If it were not for the valleys, the mountain tops themselves would become work. Our Father, in His loving wisdom, allows us to walk through valleys. But he does not send us alone nor does he leave us destitute. Behind the thorns, we will find the sweet berries. In the chores we will find joy. And when we think we can go no further He will lift us up and we will breath deep of that crisp mountain air. We must praise Him whether the path is low or high because in the mixture of both we will find the definition of living.....
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord,
thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Enter into His Gates with Thanksgiving
My new home is little... for months on end that has been the only word that I have found to describe it, and as unintentional as it was I had become like the stiff necked Jews when the Lord led them from Egypt into the promised land. Ungrateful..
Oh, I never out and out griped about my little house but I always found myself saying things like "The girls and I are use to having miles of counter top...bumping elbows while we cook is something new for us." Or how about this one.. "I had three living rooms at our old house" as the visitor steps around a lego city that was constructed in my only (gasp) living room. Ah yes, pride glorious pride....
Sigh... I don't know sometimes why the Lord puts up with me. Lately, however, I have felt something change inside. I feel that peace... I love that peace.
The menfolk are in Idaho. Andrew drew a ram tag before we left so they are there seeing if they can't fill it, that and bringing me back IDAHO potatoes, since these things hauled in from Maine are proving unfit to eat. :)
While they hunt the girls and I always have a list of domestic duties we want to get accomplished. Usually canning, sewing, decorating and such. The list always includes window washing as well. Going into winter we need to allow as much light into the home as possible. This year the task (one of my least favorite) was finished inside and out in less than two hours...unheard of, normally it would have taken all day and an entire bottle of Tylenol!! The girls and I spent the rest of the day playing on the deer trails in our wooded pastures and picking nuts.. As I tucked myself in bed later that night I was praising God for the wonderful day we had spent and it was only then that I realized... I was praising him for my little house.
My little house sits back in the woods of our property, I can see no other house around or see the cars that may travel down our dirt road. Today I went out and milked my cow in my p.j.'s and no one knew. I buried my face in the side of my cow and breathed deep of sweet grass and leather as I rejoiced at being completely alone. Life is good. My little house has hardwood floors (what I have always wanted), a wood burning stove to keep it toasty warm, a library for our books, three bedrooms and two bathrooms.
I am blessed indeed.
Oh, don't mistake me for perfect. I still have a honey do list that includes new cabinets and wainscoting and ~oh don't get me started~ BUT, I am finally at home in my llittle home and I am grateful in my heart that God, as always, is good.
Oh, I never out and out griped about my little house but I always found myself saying things like "The girls and I are use to having miles of counter top...bumping elbows while we cook is something new for us." Or how about this one.. "I had three living rooms at our old house" as the visitor steps around a lego city that was constructed in my only (gasp) living room. Ah yes, pride glorious pride....
Sigh... I don't know sometimes why the Lord puts up with me. Lately, however, I have felt something change inside. I feel that peace... I love that peace.
The menfolk are in Idaho. Andrew drew a ram tag before we left so they are there seeing if they can't fill it, that and bringing me back IDAHO potatoes, since these things hauled in from Maine are proving unfit to eat. :)
While they hunt the girls and I always have a list of domestic duties we want to get accomplished. Usually canning, sewing, decorating and such. The list always includes window washing as well. Going into winter we need to allow as much light into the home as possible. This year the task (one of my least favorite) was finished inside and out in less than two hours...unheard of, normally it would have taken all day and an entire bottle of Tylenol!! The girls and I spent the rest of the day playing on the deer trails in our wooded pastures and picking nuts.. As I tucked myself in bed later that night I was praising God for the wonderful day we had spent and it was only then that I realized... I was praising him for my little house.
My little house sits back in the woods of our property, I can see no other house around or see the cars that may travel down our dirt road. Today I went out and milked my cow in my p.j.'s and no one knew. I buried my face in the side of my cow and breathed deep of sweet grass and leather as I rejoiced at being completely alone. Life is good. My little house has hardwood floors (what I have always wanted), a wood burning stove to keep it toasty warm, a library for our books, three bedrooms and two bathrooms.
I am blessed indeed.
Oh, don't mistake me for perfect. I still have a honey do list that includes new cabinets and wainscoting and ~oh don't get me started~ BUT, I am finally at home in my llittle home and I am grateful in my heart that God, as always, is good.
By Faith
Where reason cannot wade there faith may swim.
—Thomas Watson
I have often wondered why life can be such a challenge.. Why the life the Lord leads us through can seem so eccentric, muddled, and scattered. I never ever get something right the first time. I always do things the hard way. It can be so frustrating yet, I know that it is not I but HE who orchestrates the affairs of man so if I am to be honest, I am not frustrated with the situation but with my Saviour.
How ungrateful can I be? That the one who gave his all for and to me should frustrate me so. I am spoiled. The past week I feel as if we are walking in mud.. Missouri mud, the kind that sticks to your shoes and the more you walk the more it sticks until your legs are heavy and hard to lift. I have so quickly forgotten the blessing of last week when our house in Idaho closed while others have sat with homes they cannot afford on the market for months upon months and I am free. Free to fuss because our power upgrade for the shop cost us six hundred dollars. Free to fuss because I have my heart set on an additional tract of land that I would like to purchase but the owner has completely vanished. Free to fuss because I am running six different directions on any given day. Life is scattered but I am free. If I but live by faith instead of by fuss I would find that things go better than I could ever imagine.
Many nights ago Shane was able to get in touch with the son of Mick, who owns the land next to ours. When Shane told the son that we were looking to purchase it he laughed and said he didn't think his dad was interested in selling but gave us Micky's number and said we could try. I'll be honest my guts were tied in knots but I said " It doesn't matter, it isn't up to him...It isn't even up to Mick...it's up to God." For days on end we called that number but he would not answer. One night out of the blue we received a call from Mick. He stated that he had missed a call from us. When Shane explained what we were calling for, Mick immediately said he would sell. The next week we closed. At the closing Mick said that he never had any intention on selling that land but at the moment he and Shane spoke he knew that he was to sell it to us. His words that followed make my heart sing. "I don't know why I all the sudden got the urge to change my mind but I guess it was just time for me to let it go."
I know why, because of a loving Saviour who cares for me more than I will ever understand.
—Thomas Watson
I have often wondered why life can be such a challenge.. Why the life the Lord leads us through can seem so eccentric, muddled, and scattered. I never ever get something right the first time. I always do things the hard way. It can be so frustrating yet, I know that it is not I but HE who orchestrates the affairs of man so if I am to be honest, I am not frustrated with the situation but with my Saviour.
How ungrateful can I be? That the one who gave his all for and to me should frustrate me so. I am spoiled. The past week I feel as if we are walking in mud.. Missouri mud, the kind that sticks to your shoes and the more you walk the more it sticks until your legs are heavy and hard to lift. I have so quickly forgotten the blessing of last week when our house in Idaho closed while others have sat with homes they cannot afford on the market for months upon months and I am free. Free to fuss because our power upgrade for the shop cost us six hundred dollars. Free to fuss because I have my heart set on an additional tract of land that I would like to purchase but the owner has completely vanished. Free to fuss because I am running six different directions on any given day. Life is scattered but I am free. If I but live by faith instead of by fuss I would find that things go better than I could ever imagine.
Many nights ago Shane was able to get in touch with the son of Mick, who owns the land next to ours. When Shane told the son that we were looking to purchase it he laughed and said he didn't think his dad was interested in selling but gave us Micky's number and said we could try. I'll be honest my guts were tied in knots but I said " It doesn't matter, it isn't up to him...It isn't even up to Mick...it's up to God." For days on end we called that number but he would not answer. One night out of the blue we received a call from Mick. He stated that he had missed a call from us. When Shane explained what we were calling for, Mick immediately said he would sell. The next week we closed. At the closing Mick said that he never had any intention on selling that land but at the moment he and Shane spoke he knew that he was to sell it to us. His words that followed make my heart sing. "I don't know why I all the sudden got the urge to change my mind but I guess it was just time for me to let it go."
I know why, because of a loving Saviour who cares for me more than I will ever understand.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sold!
When we left Idaho for Missouri, we did so without selling our old farm house there. It was an act of faith..... a lot of faith. We put the house on the market the night before we left and received an excellent offer fourteen days later.
I have never been able to bargain with the Lord, I cannot come before Him and say "If you will just get me out of this spot I promise I will do......" I know and He knows that I would fail at any promise I would make so I find it best to be honest and say "Father, I don't deserve it but I need............. and the only way it can happen is if you do it."
He has never failed me, and I'd just like to praise him for that.
I have never been able to bargain with the Lord, I cannot come before Him and say "If you will just get me out of this spot I promise I will do......" I know and He knows that I would fail at any promise I would make so I find it best to be honest and say "Father, I don't deserve it but I need............. and the only way it can happen is if you do it."
He has never failed me, and I'd just like to praise him for that.
Changes
I've had a hard time trying to decide what to do with my blog. So much has changed in the past few months that I just wanted to delete my old blog and start over. My children objected, saying the stories were still about them and we haven't changed. I decided instead to transfer my writings over here. For a fresh start that still hangs on to the memories....
The corner we have turned is one that I hope will leave a heritage for my childrens children. And I am excited to see how the Lord will write this story.
The corner we have turned is one that I hope will leave a heritage for my childrens children. And I am excited to see how the Lord will write this story.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
They're Here!!!
In three days we delivered 17 baby goats and only lost one! I'm a happy gal. We had a lot of singles this year... they were breeding just about the time my mother passed and I didn't have their mineral licks out there like I should have. Oh well, there are still plenty to sell and I will be milking in four weeks!! Two more mommas will have their babies by the weekend and then we will be done until the first of March when five more moms plus Jerling will finish off our kidding/calving season. I'll post pictures as soon as I get more Aleeve and coffee in me LOL.
Well now that was a joke. I just took about 30 pictures and they are all a complete blur except for these few... will have to try it again when the little jumping beans are wore out .
These last four have already been sold as bottle babies ~ some people believe that makes them a better goat... me personally, I don't think God gave us the instincts that he gave those old momma goats and you get a healthier baby if you leave them with her. Not to mention you get more sleep. :)
Don't they just melt your heart?
Well now that was a joke. I just took about 30 pictures and they are all a complete blur except for these few... will have to try it again when the little jumping beans are wore out .
These last four have already been sold as bottle babies ~ some people believe that makes them a better goat... me personally, I don't think God gave us the instincts that he gave those old momma goats and you get a healthier baby if you leave them with her. Not to mention you get more sleep. :)
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Waiting Is an Art
Waiting is an art that our impatient age has forgotten. It wants to break open the ripe fruit when it has hardly finished planting the shoot. But all too often the greedy eyes are only deceived; the fruit that seemed so precious is still green on the inside, and disrespectful hands ungratefully toss aside what has so disappointed them.
Whoever does not know the austere blessedness of waiting—that is, of hopefully doing without—will never experience the full blessing of fulfillment.
Those who do not know how it feels to struggle anxiously with the deepest questions of life, of their life, and to patiently look forward with anticipation until the truth is revealed, cannot even dream of the splendor of the moment in which clarity is illuminated for them.
And for those who do not want to win the friendship and love of another person—who do not expectantly open up their soul to the soul of the other person, until friendship and love come, until they make their entrance—for such people the deepest blessing of the one life of two intertwined souls will remain forever hidden.
For the greatest, most profound, tenderest things in the world, we must wait. It happens not here in a storm but according to the divine laws of sprouting, growing, and becoming.
~CBD
Whoever does not know the austere blessedness of waiting—that is, of hopefully doing without—will never experience the full blessing of fulfillment.
Those who do not know how it feels to struggle anxiously with the deepest questions of life, of their life, and to patiently look forward with anticipation until the truth is revealed, cannot even dream of the splendor of the moment in which clarity is illuminated for them.
And for those who do not want to win the friendship and love of another person—who do not expectantly open up their soul to the soul of the other person, until friendship and love come, until they make their entrance—for such people the deepest blessing of the one life of two intertwined souls will remain forever hidden.
For the greatest, most profound, tenderest things in the world, we must wait. It happens not here in a storm but according to the divine laws of sprouting, growing, and becoming.
~CBD
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Cody's buck
Jerling..
Is pregnant!!! In all the chaos that has surrounded my life this past year one tiny miracle almost went unnoticed by me...
Jerling, the mini cow I bought a year and a half ago is going to have a baby next spring! The Vet said either the end of March or the first part of April. We were preparing to move them from their summer pasture and bring them home. I wanted her toes trimmed so I made an appointment with the vet and while we were there I had him do a preg check. I was so shocked when he immediately said "Oh, yeah, she's definitely pregnant.." And shrugged it off like it was nothing......I had to forgive him for his casual announcement because not everyone knows the struggle it has been to get her to settle. :)
But settle she has and just the other side of this winter I will have more milk and cream than I will know what to do with. Yeah!!!! I hope it's a girl....
Jerling, the mini cow I bought a year and a half ago is going to have a baby next spring! The Vet said either the end of March or the first part of April. We were preparing to move them from their summer pasture and bring them home. I wanted her toes trimmed so I made an appointment with the vet and while we were there I had him do a preg check. I was so shocked when he immediately said "Oh, yeah, she's definitely pregnant.." And shrugged it off like it was nothing......I had to forgive him for his casual announcement because not everyone knows the struggle it has been to get her to settle. :)
But settle she has and just the other side of this winter I will have more milk and cream than I will know what to do with. Yeah!!!! I hope it's a girl....
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Psalm 126
When the Lord turned again the captivity of Zion,
We were like them that dream.
Then was our mouth filled with laughter,
and our tongue with singing:
then said they among the heathen,
THE LORD HATH DONE GREAT THINGS FOR THEM.
The Lord hath done great things for us;
whereof we are glad.
Turn again our captivity, O Lord,
as the streams in the south.
They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.
He that goeth forth and weepeth,
bearing precious seed,
shall doutless come again with rejoicing,
bringing his sheaves with him.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good sucess.
Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of good courage, be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.
Joshua 1:8,9
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Why I Write...
I began this blog in February of 2009. Until that time I wrote in a journal... Page after smeared page from a left handed writer now sit in my bottom drawer waiting for a time when my children want to be reminded of their mothers love for them.
I like my blog a lot better, no smears, I can reword any section I want with a click of the mouse and best of all SPELL CHECK!!!! :)
I started sharing my blog with others a few months later. Something I often wish I hadn't done.
You see, I don't write "for all of the world to read" but for Shane and my children. If the Lord wills that I should live to be old, there will come a time when my mind has betrayed me and my footsteps are ragged and slow. I want them to have a written remembrance of my love. Or should my last day be today and I never have a chance for that final "I love you" ....I want them to find it here.
I want my children and husband to forever understand that I do not have a heart beat of my own but simply the echo of their heart, beating in my chest . Why I do the things I do and believe what I believe... that is here also.
I think this blog is a great way for those we don't see very often to keep up with what we are doing, it makes it easy for me too. For that reason alone, I leave it public. But there are others, others who sometimes make my blog hard to write.
If you disagree with something I write...the comment box is there. I don't mind that they see opposition.. it causes us to research our beliefs more thoughtfully and our beliefs become more concrete by that. If I offend you, however,....... tough. I won't apologize and I certainly won't change it. I didn't write it for you, and while it is sitting here for you to read, that doesn't mean you have to.
Maybe I should put at the top... This blog is dedicated to my God and the men and women who make my life worth living......if you don't like it ~ make yer own. Ahhh, but then my attitude would be showing wouldn't it?
At any rate, children get to doing what you do best...making your momma proud. I can't wait to see what I write next.
I like my blog a lot better, no smears, I can reword any section I want with a click of the mouse and best of all SPELL CHECK!!!! :)
I started sharing my blog with others a few months later. Something I often wish I hadn't done.
You see, I don't write "for all of the world to read" but for Shane and my children. If the Lord wills that I should live to be old, there will come a time when my mind has betrayed me and my footsteps are ragged and slow. I want them to have a written remembrance of my love. Or should my last day be today and I never have a chance for that final "I love you" ....I want them to find it here.
I want my children and husband to forever understand that I do not have a heart beat of my own but simply the echo of their heart, beating in my chest . Why I do the things I do and believe what I believe... that is here also.
I think this blog is a great way for those we don't see very often to keep up with what we are doing, it makes it easy for me too. For that reason alone, I leave it public. But there are others, others who sometimes make my blog hard to write.
If you disagree with something I write...the comment box is there. I don't mind that they see opposition.. it causes us to research our beliefs more thoughtfully and our beliefs become more concrete by that. If I offend you, however,....... tough. I won't apologize and I certainly won't change it. I didn't write it for you, and while it is sitting here for you to read, that doesn't mean you have to.
Maybe I should put at the top... This blog is dedicated to my God and the men and women who make my life worth living......if you don't like it ~ make yer own. Ahhh, but then my attitude would be showing wouldn't it?
At any rate, children get to doing what you do best...making your momma proud. I can't wait to see what I write next.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
We Have
a winner for the Proverbs 31 giveaway......
Georgia Girl from HT!!!
If you go to the girls blog http://beautifuldamsel.blogspot.com/ you can pick a scarf they have already made or when you email me your address you can request a different color and they will get started on it right away.
Thanks everyone for entering, they had a wonderful time receiving all the entries and kind comments.
Georgia Girl from HT!!!
If you go to the girls blog http://beautifuldamsel.blogspot.com/ you can pick a scarf they have already made or when you email me your address you can request a different color and they will get started on it right away.
Thanks everyone for entering, they had a wonderful time receiving all the entries and kind comments.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
What Happens
When the guys go hunting and find an old watering trough.......
They go on a roller coaster ride...
And fish......
They cross the Delaware.....
And take a bath....
Then they do some funky version of hear no, see no, say no evil....
But mostly they just make me smile......
They go on a roller coaster ride...
And fish......
They cross the Delaware.....
And take a bath....
Then they do some funky version of hear no, see no, say no evil....
But mostly they just make me smile......
DREW!!!!!
Great Job Drew!! Six days of sitting has finally paid off.
We're all proud!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
The Drunk...
I found it....
Why do I drink, I do not know
I guess I'm just a poor lost soul.
I had everything money could buy,
But acted like a fool when they passed the Rye.
I drink so fast to ease the pain
of life, love and all lost fame.
The first drink always burns so bad,
The morning after I feel so sad.
I swore to quit, like times before,
by noon I shake and walk the floor.
I drank so much I ruined my life,
I lost my job, my pride, my wife.
I beg you people throughout this land
leave it alone while you still can.
As for me my life is lost,
for a drink I must have at any cost....
~Frank Norris Clark
Monday, September 27, 2010
Nooo Bears
are out tonight......the boys keep putting them in my free~zer....... This guy is huge. Way to go David! Now you bigger boys stay out of the stands and let Andrew get his so we can be done. There is another bear up there that is bigger than this one. David told everyone " Don't tell mom that or she won't let us sit up here alone any more." Smart boy......
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