Monday, September 29, 2008

A Water What? Where?

The boys came in the house this weekend telling me that there was a watermelon growing in our backyard.
"Go look"
I was NOT going back there because I'm ashamed to admit that it needed mowing something awful. The back yard doesn't get tended to like the front. It gets mowed about every other time.
Now let me say that the yard is not my department.
Back to my story.
So yesterday after Kody mowed the back yard...(yeah...I said it - Kody mowed it) I trekked on down to check it out.
I could definitely see some sort of vine With big fuzzy yellow blooms
And little curly-q thingy's.

And this is sure enough what was attached.

I love the curly thingy's.
Is it a watermelon?
I suppose so.
I showed the picture to my Dad and he says so.
Not so much the 'season' for watermelon.
It reminds me of the story in Matthew 13.
Our back yard is very rocky so we'll see how it grows.
We'll be keeping an eye on it.
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Water Water Everywhere...

Last weekend after Chase mowed the front yard Mike noticed that in the corner of our front yard there was standing water. After a couple days it was still there. Must be a leak somewhere. We called a long time friend who had helped us out on water issues before and he gave Mike a few tips. Turn your water off and if this is spinning and if this does that and so forth. Mike did what he suggested and he figured that it was on the utility company's end. Dear Lord let's hope! I called them to ask for someone to come out. After several days of calling no one EVER came out. On Friday they told Mike that they would send someone out on Saturday. I guess we never really thought anything about it until I drive up Sunday from church and there's Peter the meter reader (not really his name) standing at out meter. He tell me it's not our's the water company's.
The pictures aren't very good but it's awfully swampy.
This is the fine lawn art that Peter left in my yard.

Thanks Peter, for finally showing up...and delivering the good news.
Now we just hope they don't have to tear up our drive way or yard!
(That's Praise The Lord for short)

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Friday, September 26, 2008

Favorite Foto Friday 09/26/2008

Carson in action.

Tammy let me use her camera at Carson's game last Saturday.
I had a ball and got some really good shots.
This is one of them.
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Thursday, September 25, 2008

Will It Ever Get Done?

The rebuild of the ball park.
But be sure and check out all the comments listed below the story.
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Scary Me

It's too scary!
I get way too many junk e-mails.
I just had to try it!

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Young Charismatic

You must watch the whole thing....and listen to the people in the back ground.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

It's Worth A Look

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You'll Know I Made It...

This will be the sentiments of my husband and precious children at the time of my passing.
When the graveside service had no more than terminated, there was a
tremendous burst of thunder accompanied by a distant lightning bolt
and more rumbling thunder.
The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said,
'Well, she's there.'
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Grandma's Hands

This reminded me of my Grannie.
Her birthday is Saturday the 27th....also the day she died 6 years ago.
I surely miss my Grannie.
Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.
When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK.
She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear strong voice.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her.
"Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?"
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them.
I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.
Grandma smiled and related this story:
"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. "They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my Mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war. "They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse. "They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer. "These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to his side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."
I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of Grandma.
I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.
I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.
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Friday, September 19, 2008

Caught Sleeping?

NUMBER 5: They told me at the Blood Bank this might happen.
NUMBER 4: This is just a 15 minute power nap they raved about in the time-management course you sent me to.
NUMBER 3: Whew! Guess I left the top off the White-out. You probably got here just in time!
NUMBER 2: Did you ever notice sound coming out of these keyboards when you put your ear down real close?

Number 1 And MY all time Favorite: best thing to say if you get caught sleeping at your desk: (Raising your head slowly) '... in Jesus' name, Amen
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Thursday, September 18, 2008


Is there a magic cutoff period when offspring become accountable for their own actions?
Is there a wonderful moment when parents can become detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug,
"It’s their life," and feel nothing?
When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a few stitches in my child's head.
I asked, "When do you stop worrying?" The nurse said, "When they get out of the accident stage."
My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little chair in a classroom and heard how one of my children talked incessantly, disrupted the class, and was headed for a career making license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher said, "Don't worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them."
My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open.
A friend said, "They're trying to find themselves. Don't worry, in a few years, you can stop worrying. They'll be adults."
My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle.
There was nothing I could do about it. I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by their frustrations
and absorbed in their disappointments.My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying and lead my own life.
I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by my dad's warm smile and his occasional,
"You look pale. Are you all right? Call me the minute you get home. Are you depressed about something?"
Is concern for one another handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of human frailties and the fears of the unknown?
Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of life?One of my children became quite irritable recently, saying to me,
"Where were you? I've been calling for 3 days, and no one answered. I was worried."

I smiled a warm smile. The torch has been passed!

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See...look, honey! They're longing for us to be their parents.
Can I have a kitten?
Can I huh, huh? Can I please have one?
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Memories of Long Ago

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Wednesday, September 17, 2008


In Memory Of Lawson Phillips
Lawson was a member of the Junior Twisters Football Team last season where he was known at "The Hammer”. At 8 years old, he had just finished his first football season at Sylvan Hills when he was diagnosed with a rare brainstem cancer. The Make-A-Wish foundation had stepped in to grant a wish for Lawson but he became too sick to receive his wish. The family of Lawson Phillips has teamed up with Make-A-Wish and the Arkansas Twisters to help kick off this year’s season and raise money to grant some kids their wishes. This event will help to raise money to grant a wish in Lawson’s memory.
This Saturday, Sept 20th from 9a-1pAt The Sylvan Hills High School Football Stadium
Come help support Make-A-Wish and the Junior Twisters Football teams in their efforts. There will be some of the Arkansas Twisters there signing autographs.We will be selling armbands in Lawson's memory to help the cause.And there will be live music by local country artists Bailey Hefley and Chuck Gatlin.So please come out and support Make-A-Wish and the Junior Twisters Saturday in memory of Lawson.
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Set Me Free

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Sunday, September 14, 2008

Twister Football

Collin, Carson, Mike and Dalton having a pre-game meeting.

Go Blue Twisters!
Coach Chip with last minute motivation for Carson.

Coach Jeff and Coach Mike.
Buckling it up.
Addison was there to support the team.

LOVE this one!
Game Face!
Going for the extra point after the TD.
Coach Mike setting up the tee for Dalton.
Taking a much needed break.
Back at it.
Carson and Mike.
Coach Mike Coach Chip
Carson (to the left) throwing a pass.
Uhhh....what happened?
We were NOT the visitors. Coach Chip and Coach Mike met after the game to review the film...while tornadoes swirled all around us. A few adjustments and they'll be fine. We DID play a team that is totally stacked - but like Forrest Gump says - - - -that's all I have to say about that.
I like this one, too.
Post game wrap up.

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