Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Wednesday Whimsy

... from Will and Bailey ...

Here's their mantle from last Christmas...
(I think it's really cute.)

Here are some art pieces with a picture of their 'wedding table'...
(Click to make larger.)

Here's the view into their kitchen....
I just love those letters on the wall,
don't you?
They have such a special meaning.

And here's some of Will's favorite food....


Will and Bailey love to travel....
Here are some pictures from their recent trip to the Grand Canyon...

(That's them with Kellee and Amanda, their traveling companions.)

This next picture shows them pointing to the canyon.....
(They don't want you to miss it!)

In closing I want to show you a picture that I just love (that has nothing to do with the Grand Canyon)...
That's around Christmas time three years ago!
Isn't that darling?
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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Here's Tilly...

... the goat...

She's a miniature goat.

And no,
she's not my

Well, maybe
for a week
she was.

My daughter can do anything.


If you
have a goat
and you go
out of town for a week,
Laura and Ryan can come take care of that goat!
Then, if it's Christmas time Ryan will chop down the tree....

...and look like it's no big deal.

And then
he'll relax
after a
hard day
of tree cutting
and tree decorating.

Me, I'm more of a city girl.

And our fake tree is not decorated yet.

And I've never milked any animal.

...But I'm so proud of those who can
... and will ... and do.
(A new poll is up (upper right)... thanks for voting!)

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Fun was had....

... Friday night!

We had a Carmack Mexican feast.
I got too busy talking and having fun to get out my camera.... well, until little Mac came... and then he wouldn't smile for the camera... or even show his eyes....

Ah, but I finally got a picture of his face...
(Click to make bigger.)

Mac is three ...
and now
you can see
how handsome
he is.

Oh. and we had John's little 12 week old puppy, Whitaker... and you know what?
Shiloh didn't try to kill him!
This fuzzy picture shows that they could be in the same room together...
I was very pleased with Shiloh's behavior.

Now we may just be able to have our granddogs, Olive and Akon, come visit....
(That's a picture of them at Laura and Ryan's house. L&R had Olive while Will and Bailey were in Vegas the first of the week.) (Yes, Vegas!)
Different note: I put up a Christmasy background, but I may take it down. It's from the CUTEST BLOG ON THE BLOCK background website, which I like, but it scrunches my blog up too much....
(I'm sure you care.)
On an even different note, did you hear that our president gave a Thanksgiving speech and did NOT mention God, not once? He DID mention 'luck'.

We need to pray for our president.

Friday, November 25, 2011

I like...

... the new MUPPET movie!!!!!

Sam said I laughed through the whole movie last night. Well, I don't think I did... but when I wasn't laughing I was smiling!

Really, it was funny, and heartwarming, and delightful.
(And I hope I'm not building it up too much for you.)
On a different note, Sam and I had Thanksgiving dinner with Mother at her retirement community yesterday. Oh my. The food was so good. I think the dressing was as good as any I've ever eaten, except for Mother's. (I should have taken a picture of it!)
On another different note, we're having a Mexican feast here tonight for the Carmack crew. I've ordered food from La Hacienda Ranch.
Needless to say, a diet is in order soon!!! .... but NOT YET!!! (of course)
Another different note: I did not brave the crowds today - or last night.
I never have participated in Black Friday shopping.
Maybe one day I will get the nerve.... or not.
I have a new poll up... Please vote.
AND if you know of a weird name for a store or eatery please tell me! (It's just some trivia I want to know... Plus, I love comments (they can be anonymous, if you don't want to own up).

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Fun and Facts...

These are in no particular order...

Turkey has more protein than chicken or beef. 

Turkeys have heart attacks. The United States Air Force was doing test runs and breaking the sound barrier. Nearby turkeys dropped dead with heart attacks.  

  • Sarah Josepha Hale, an American magazine editor, persuaded Abraham Lincoln to declare Thanksgiving a national holiday. She is also the author of the popular nursery rhyme "Mary Had a Little Lamb"

  • The annual Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade tradition began in the 1920's.

  • Benjamin Franklin wanted the turkey to be the national bird of the United States.

  • Sunday, November 20, 2011

    I woke up this morning...

    ... and found out two WONDERFUL things!

    Julia is engaged!!!!
    If you don't know Julia, you're missing out.
    She is beautiful inside and out ... and I should know: I've known her since she was a little girl... and her dear parents I've known for 39 years!!

    Here she is with her precious mom, Peggy...

    And here she is in my daughter's wedding. (Julia is the second from the left.)
    I just love this picture.

    The second wonderful bit of news was this:
    Baylor beat OU last night!!!!!!!
    (I went to sleep early, because of some medicine I was taking that makes me drowsy. Boy, did I miss out!)

    It was the first time Baylor EVER beat OU!!! ... and it was in the last minute of the game.

    Sic 'em...

    Friday, November 18, 2011

    Lions Camp (and Tracey)

    (I'm continuing my theme of being thankful.)

    When I was in high school a member of our church, college student Peggy Shalla, talked on a Sunday night about her experiences as a camp counselor at Texas Lions Camp for Crippled Children (yes, that used to be the name) in Kerrville, TX . As I sat listening to her, I thought, "I want to do that, too!"

    And I did.

    And I don't think I've been the same since.

    I worked there the summers I was nineteen and twenty. We had kids from all over Texas who were physically disabled. The Lions Clubs across Texas would find these kids and pay for their two weeks at the camp. (We worked five 2-week sessions - 10 weeks in all.) In one cabin (which would house about 30 kids) we’d have children who couldn’t walk, or who were deaf or blind or who had any other kind of physical impairment. (There were six cabins in all - three for girls and three for boys.)

    I remember one little girl (about nine years old) who was a victim of Thalidomide, a sedative prescribed in the late 1950's for relief of morning sickness in pregnant women. Horror of horrors it had the side effect of causing babies to be born with feet and hands but no legs and arms. It was if our camper had a body with hands (with three fingers) coming out of her shoulders, and feet (that weren't normal) where her thighs should start. She had a special wheel chair she rode in that was low to the ground.

    Another little girl (about 8) named Tracey (I will never forget) was born with no mouth, no lower arms and hands, and no legs and feet beyond her knees. She had prosthetics for her legs (that she used on occasion), and an artificial lower arm and hand on one arm, and a claw-type prosthetic on her other arm. She’d had her mouth ‘opened’, but had no lips or teeth. She did have a tongue and could talk pretty normally. Tracey was a delight. I remember my dad visited me one time and Tracey hobbled out on her knees to the 'living room area' and greeted him. Every once in a while, through the years, my dad would bring that up - about how happy she was. What an inspiration. She had the best attitude. Of course, we knew that all the children had pretty good attitudes while they were there.... because they were with only children who were disabled. At this camp, they were ‘normal’.   'Normal' means a lot.

    Now most of the children were not as disabled as the sweet little Thalidomide girl or Tracey.
    Here's a picture I found of some of the boys at Lions Camp years and years ago. (I worked with girls, of course.)

    Now the camp calls itself Texas Lions Camp and they have sessions for diabetic children, children with cancer, as well as sessions for disabled children.
    Click HERE to go to their website.

    So how did Lions Camp change me? Well, I'm sure in more ways than I even realize but for sure it made me see the disabled as NOT disabled. Well, of course, they are disabled, but oh my, they offer more to this world than most able-bodied people.

    So I learned definitely not to pity them.
    And not to even call them 'them'.

    And I feel as if I really matured those summers. For one thing, it was hard work.
    We had to be out by the flag pole near the mess hall at 7:15 every morning. Some of those kids had braces that didn't take just a few minutes to put on. (Most of the kids with braces could put them on themselves.)

    And we, as counselors, had to have them tow the line. Every camper after breakfast had to come back to the cabin and do chores... and make their beds with hospital corners! Chores meant sweeping and mopping the cabin, cleaning the restrooms and shower stalls, dusting and making sure everything was neat and spic and span.
    When the campers went to their morning crafts classes some of the camp staff would inspect the cabins. Those with the cleanest cabins could eat lunch first. (I always thought we needed a better reward than that!)

    Oh and we had fun. I learned some silly songs, and games, and crazy things... and oh we laughed and laughed and laughed.

    And when we camp counselors would go into town on our days off, we'd see kids and look for their disability. Ah, but they'd not have any.  And we'd laugh to ourselves and say, "How boring."

    I learned more stuff... and I have more stories to tell... but I better quit. (I'm not a fan on long blog-posts.)

    In conclusion, I'm thankful I can walk and talk and see and hear, etc. But if suddenly I couldn't I'd want to be like Tracey... and have a fun life anyway!!!

    I'm thankful for her.

    I wonder what she's doing now?

    (Whoa. This is a long blog-post. Congratulations if you read it all!!)

    Thursday, November 17, 2011

    Scratching my nose...

     The ability to scratch my nose
    is what I’m thankful for today.
    Also the ability
    to rub my forehead,
    stroke my chin,
    comb my hair,
    clap my hands,
    wiggle my toes,
    walk, etc., etc., etc. 

    Several years ago I saw an interview with Christopher Reeve after he’d been paralyzed from that riding accident.   He talked about missing terribly the ability to do the simple things like scratch his nose when it itched. 
     Gee, I thought, "I'm so fortunate."
    I’m able to write and type and drive and sit and stand, and well, I can do a lot of things.   

    Oh, and I can breathe.  Christopher couldn’t even breathe on his own.   And then, of course, he died.

    I don't ever want to take for granted the seemingly simple things I can do.

    This makes me think of the two summers I spent as a
    camp counselor in Kerrville, TX, when I was 19 and 20.
    (Yes, that was the actual name.)

    (I'll tell about that on my next post, okay?)
    (It changed my life.)

    Wednesday, November 16, 2011

    Every mother hopes...

    . . . and prays that her daughter will marry a wonderful man.

    And MINE DID!!!

    And today's his birthday!!

    Happy Birthday, Ryan!!!

    You're who I'm thankful for today!

    (A new poll is up.)
    (upper right)

    Monday, November 14, 2011

    Grocery Stores...

    These days I'm doing blog posts on things for which I'm thankful.

    Today it's grocery stores.
    There's nothing like living in a third world country to make one thankful for what one has.

    Brazil is becoming less and less of a third-world-type.
    Even when we lived there in the early 1980's, south Brazil, though having much poverty, had much affluence as well. And the big cities had shopping malls, and huge grocery stores as well.

    When we moved up north, though, near the equator to the state of Piaui, well, it was a whole 'nother world.

    Getting groceries took the whole day.
    Poultry and eggs were bought at one place.
    Meat was bought at the meat market.
    Bread at the bakery.
    Soaps and other cleaning supplies, as well as toilet paper, were bought at another place.
    Dairy products at another.
    And fruits and vegetables at yet another.

    In Piaui (at that time) we couldn't get lettuce, or green beans, or broccoli, or any other green vegetable, except cabbage.
    I learned that there are numerous ways to serve cabbage, both cooked and raw.
    Yes, I became a cabbage expert.
    To this day when I see cabbage in the store, I feel as if I know something.

    I just say all this to remind you (and me) that grocery stores should NOT BE TAKEN FOR GRANTED.

    And if you ever hear me complaining about 'having to go grocery shopping', pull me aside and remind me of this post.

    Saturday, November 12, 2011


    11/11/11 is gone.

    Time waits for no man or woman.
    I mean, have you noticed there is no way we can stop it!?!

    Ah, but here's a picture I like that was taken two Thanksgivings ago...
    In that picture Bailey and Ryan were just serious sweethearts of my kids.
    Now they're family.
    So time is good that way.

    And so today I'm thankful for time.

    Every single morning is new.
    And every single evening is time to settle down and get comfortable, and regroup and sleep and get refreshed so we can be ready for the new day tomorrow.
    (Not that we have to be perky or anything.)

    Oh, I know time can wreck havoc with the body.
    And my wrinkles aren't going to reverse themselves on their own.

    But here's a good Bible verse for that...
    So we do not lose heart though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.
    - 2 Corinthians 4:16
    I love that verse.
    More and more all the time.
    Different note: a new poll is up.
    I've already voted.
    In closing, yesterday was Veterans Day.
    Here are two veterans I want to honor...

    My dad...

    And Sam's dad...
    These two men were the finest men in the world... and are ever our inspiration.

    Thank you, Daddy, and 'Daddy-Bob'.

    Trivia Tuesday

    The word “infant” is from the Latin for “unable to speak".
 Ah, but that little baby speaks volumes, don't you think? 😊 ---------...