The other evening I needed to make pew bows for a wedding this weekend. It had cooled off outside so I decided to head out to my screened in porch. I set down in the swing and had all the necessary items to make the pew bows. I had made 3 or 4 bows when I looked to either side of me and there was Bristol and Lily. There they were just laid back relaxing.
The three of us swinging and enjoying the peace and quiet. In their minds everything was perfect. To me it was too. We had shut the screen door on all the worlds problems. We were in our own little world....the ducks were wondering around the back yard, there were two deer grazing in the field, momma bunny and her new babies were playing in the yard. The smell of honeysuckle was in the air and the sun was setting.
Bristol, Lily nor I had a care in the world.........
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
time flies
Seems like forever since I've set here and let you in on my day.
So much has happened the past few weeks. The most heart breaking was losing my uncle...my hero (besides my Daddy). There is not enough time or pages to tell you just how special and proud I was of Uncle Boyd. In a nut shell--he gave the Marine Corp 32+ years of his life, wonderful husband and father of four. He is an example of what a Marine is and should be. I miss him and even though I didn't get to spend enough time with him a piece of my heart feels like it has been broken off. When I would phone him he would always answer, "is this my punkin?" Camp Lejeune has to be a lonely place now.
I salute you... Sgt. Major Boyd Brummett, USMC Retired
The Red White and Blue Festival has come and gone. Things went well, better than I thought they would. I had more jobs dumped in my lap but----I am woman....did you hear me roar??? This was my 25th year to be part of the festival and when it comes to the festival there is not much that I can't get done. Most of the time I can do it blind folded. Your thinking--well, is she bragging--No, I have done it so long that I can do it in my sleep.
Miss Lily's puppies are growing. They are six weeks old and fun to play with. Miss Lily was at the vet yesterday (Monday) for surgery...it was determined that there will be no more puppies for her little body. Lo and behold she is a hell of a lady....seems her and Bristol was doing the nasty while she was nursing the puppies. The vet just scratched his head and said that's not normal. But Bristol being the stud that he is..... The vet said she was about 3 weeks along. It was determined that Miss Lily might not live thru another pregnancy so we decided to abort the litter. Lily is a very precious little girl.
Lets see has there been anything else......well if you count the folks who toss aside responsibility, kids who have no ideal of what respect is, drama queens, grown adults who try to stir up trouble and make up stories just to start trouble, folks who don't pay their bills on time and the normal idiots who try to sell you stuff on the phone. Other than that I think that brings you all up to date.
I need to water the flowers outside the shop and take Miss Lily home. Her and I are going to kick back in the swing on the back porch and let the world pass us by for a few hours........
So much has happened the past few weeks. The most heart breaking was losing my uncle...my hero (besides my Daddy). There is not enough time or pages to tell you just how special and proud I was of Uncle Boyd. In a nut shell--he gave the Marine Corp 32+ years of his life, wonderful husband and father of four. He is an example of what a Marine is and should be. I miss him and even though I didn't get to spend enough time with him a piece of my heart feels like it has been broken off. When I would phone him he would always answer, "is this my punkin?" Camp Lejeune has to be a lonely place now.
I salute you... Sgt. Major Boyd Brummett, USMC Retired
The Red White and Blue Festival has come and gone. Things went well, better than I thought they would. I had more jobs dumped in my lap but----I am woman....did you hear me roar??? This was my 25th year to be part of the festival and when it comes to the festival there is not much that I can't get done. Most of the time I can do it blind folded. Your thinking--well, is she bragging--No, I have done it so long that I can do it in my sleep.
Miss Lily's puppies are growing. They are six weeks old and fun to play with. Miss Lily was at the vet yesterday (Monday) for surgery...it was determined that there will be no more puppies for her little body. Lo and behold she is a hell of a lady....seems her and Bristol was doing the nasty while she was nursing the puppies. The vet just scratched his head and said that's not normal. But Bristol being the stud that he is..... The vet said she was about 3 weeks along. It was determined that Miss Lily might not live thru another pregnancy so we decided to abort the litter. Lily is a very precious little girl.
Lets see has there been anything else......well if you count the folks who toss aside responsibility, kids who have no ideal of what respect is, drama queens, grown adults who try to stir up trouble and make up stories just to start trouble, folks who don't pay their bills on time and the normal idiots who try to sell you stuff on the phone. Other than that I think that brings you all up to date.
I need to water the flowers outside the shop and take Miss Lily home. Her and I are going to kick back in the swing on the back porch and let the world pass us by for a few hours........
Thursday, June 5, 2008
My Cousin
It's goes like this...Daddy and Hubert are brothers. I am Daddy's daughter and Dale is Hube's son. Dale has a son Steve. Dale passed away a couple years ago. He left us to soon. Dale and I had always been close since we were kids. I can't recall him ever calling me by my name...it was always "Sis". I can remember going over to his house and playing with Steve when he was a baby.
Dale and Steve built my flower shop and we had many days when all we did was laugh. I cherish those days and I'm glad that I took pictures.
I have one pic on the wall of Dale and Steve smoothing at the concrete on the front porch.
Steve and I have become even closer since Dale's death. We text each other a few times a week just to make sure each other is doing ok. We've even talked to each other on our cell phones for over an hour trying to solve each other's problems. He dropped by the other afternoon to pull up all the poison ivy from around the store. I had tried to pull some up and was trying to be ever so careful, but all I have to do is walk by it and I get a rash.
We all have cousins some just rate higher than others.
And Steve, well he is at the top of list.........
Dale and Steve built my flower shop and we had many days when all we did was laugh. I cherish those days and I'm glad that I took pictures.
I have one pic on the wall of Dale and Steve smoothing at the concrete on the front porch.
Steve and I have become even closer since Dale's death. We text each other a few times a week just to make sure each other is doing ok. We've even talked to each other on our cell phones for over an hour trying to solve each other's problems. He dropped by the other afternoon to pull up all the poison ivy from around the store. I had tried to pull some up and was trying to be ever so careful, but all I have to do is walk by it and I get a rash.
We all have cousins some just rate higher than others.
And Steve, well he is at the top of list.........
Monday, June 2, 2008
Lazy Sunday afternoons....
Sunday afternoon naps are the best......
Thomas and I took advantage of a lazy Sunday afternoon. We had done a few things around the house earlier that afternoon and had come in side for a snack and a cool glass of ice tea. We both went and "kicked back" as Thomas calls it. He found his way to his lazy boy and I to the couch. A few hours later I awoke and found Bristol was stretched out with Thomas and Lily was at my feet. We all had been lazy for the afternoon.
Seems we don't get enough of these days. But Sunday is suppose to be a day of rest. I sometimes have to make deliveries on Sunday afternoons to the funeral homes. So this past Sunday was a much welcomed day.
Thomas and I took advantage of a lazy Sunday afternoon. We had done a few things around the house earlier that afternoon and had come in side for a snack and a cool glass of ice tea. We both went and "kicked back" as Thomas calls it. He found his way to his lazy boy and I to the couch. A few hours later I awoke and found Bristol was stretched out with Thomas and Lily was at my feet. We all had been lazy for the afternoon.
Seems we don't get enough of these days. But Sunday is suppose to be a day of rest. I sometimes have to make deliveries on Sunday afternoons to the funeral homes. So this past Sunday was a much welcomed day.
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