Happy 70th birthday to my Daddy. Wish I could help him celebrate, but I take great comfort in knowing that he's with some one that will help him party his pants off. You know Tequila makes your clothes come off.
Can't quite believe you've reached 70! Hope your day is as great as you are.
Do you remember giving us rides around the block on your motorcycle? That made us some of the coolest kids in the neighbor hood.
Do you remember grounding me and making me wash that motorcycle with a tooth brush? (I'm too old to remember what I was falsely accused of).
What about your speech in college on streaking?
Do you remember how many grams there are in a black powder-ram rod? Just ask Patrick-enough to knock him on his ass.
What about teaching Connor to widdle?
Just remember you're a little too old to use the blow torch on your birthday cake next year.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Father's Day
Happy Father's Day to my Daddy and stepdad.
Thanks for taking me hunting and fishing. Thanks for teaching me and my kids to drive. Thanks for the help over the years-but mostly importantly thanks for being who you are-setting a good example for me and my kids and showing love to all. May your day be blessed.
Thanks for taking me hunting and fishing. Thanks for teaching me and my kids to drive. Thanks for the help over the years-but mostly importantly thanks for being who you are-setting a good example for me and my kids and showing love to all. May your day be blessed.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Karma
I envy the people that make cute, informative blogs. Some people even give directions for crafts and recipes. Unfortunately, I am not one of those people. I use my blog to let off steam and think about things. And this is what's on my mind:
There's a saying that goes "Karma is only a bitch if you are." There's also an unwritten rule somewhere that says if you screw with one of my kids you are deserving of my wrath. It's a momma thing. You mess with one of my kids-you mess with me. It doesn't matter if my kid is two or twenty-something. You fuck with one of them and I will take care of your ass. Simple.
That being said. I don't know for sure who stole my son's safe, tv, and computer, but I will find out. Maybe not today or even tomorrow...but I will find out. Consider yourself warned.
There's a saying that goes "Karma is only a bitch if you are." There's also an unwritten rule somewhere that says if you screw with one of my kids you are deserving of my wrath. It's a momma thing. You mess with one of my kids-you mess with me. It doesn't matter if my kid is two or twenty-something. You fuck with one of them and I will take care of your ass. Simple.
That being said. I don't know for sure who stole my son's safe, tv, and computer, but I will find out. Maybe not today or even tomorrow...but I will find out. Consider yourself warned.
Chicken Fest
The family reunion was today. My brother dubbed it "Chicken Fest" one year because of the family's obsession with fried chicken. Which really isn't fair when you consider they have another obsession with Sweet Tea too. Boxes and boxes of fried chicken. Gallons and gallons of sweet tea. This year we had homemade icecream too.
Not much to tell-people got older. There were 85 people there. I ate too much and had a good laugh when some of the old men called me little Katie-I've outgrown anything little a couple of pounds ago.But there were stories from long ago, and a history lesson given. I wandered through the cementary and remembered some of the wonderful,smiling faces that I wouldn't be seeing that day.Then focussed on my grown children-all three made it this year. Beth and Paul drove themselves from two different directions. The church service always seems special to me because I know my great grandparents founded that church. No one in the family can carry a tune in a bucket, but they all sing-really old classic hymns. I listened to my youngest sing-what a beautiful voice-I didn't realize she knew so many of the old songs, but she does. I also noticed that she couldn't sing all three verses of "Amazing Grace" and I know why. She didn't have to tell me, but I remember the last time she sang it and I don't think she finished all three verses then either.It was hard to keep from laughing when Patrick ate the unleven bread-he really isn't a fan. I had another good laugh when I got to show Beth and Paul my dad's new car-they couldn't believe that their Papa was so cool. Their Papa and their "G-K" showed up in a new midnight blue mercedes looking like a million bucks-they both looked so great and happy-it was just too contagious-you had to smile.
My offspring visited with people and each other. I can't tell them how proud of them I am-they way they behave-the way they interact with others-and the mutual respect that they have for each other. It's simply amazing.
I also feel so blessed to have a man that will attend "Chicken Fest" with me. He never gripes about the long trip-and seems to enjoy visiting with all of the old timers. Clifford and he have become buds-now they not only have hunting but bee stories to share. I secretly think he enjoys the dinner too-he started laughing when he saw how much chicken there was(there was also so roast beef and fish).
All in all-a good day.
Not much to tell-people got older. There were 85 people there. I ate too much and had a good laugh when some of the old men called me little Katie-I've outgrown anything little a couple of pounds ago.But there were stories from long ago, and a history lesson given. I wandered through the cementary and remembered some of the wonderful,smiling faces that I wouldn't be seeing that day.Then focussed on my grown children-all three made it this year. Beth and Paul drove themselves from two different directions. The church service always seems special to me because I know my great grandparents founded that church. No one in the family can carry a tune in a bucket, but they all sing-really old classic hymns. I listened to my youngest sing-what a beautiful voice-I didn't realize she knew so many of the old songs, but she does. I also noticed that she couldn't sing all three verses of "Amazing Grace" and I know why. She didn't have to tell me, but I remember the last time she sang it and I don't think she finished all three verses then either.It was hard to keep from laughing when Patrick ate the unleven bread-he really isn't a fan. I had another good laugh when I got to show Beth and Paul my dad's new car-they couldn't believe that their Papa was so cool. Their Papa and their "G-K" showed up in a new midnight blue mercedes looking like a million bucks-they both looked so great and happy-it was just too contagious-you had to smile.
My offspring visited with people and each other. I can't tell them how proud of them I am-they way they behave-the way they interact with others-and the mutual respect that they have for each other. It's simply amazing.
I also feel so blessed to have a man that will attend "Chicken Fest" with me. He never gripes about the long trip-and seems to enjoy visiting with all of the old timers. Clifford and he have become buds-now they not only have hunting but bee stories to share. I secretly think he enjoys the dinner too-he started laughing when he saw how much chicken there was(there was also so roast beef and fish).
All in all-a good day.
Friday, June 8, 2012
Weekend
In five hours and 17 minutes, my weekend will begin. I'll get to see some family I haven't seen in a while-wish Leeble could come up, but if I had two toddlers you would only see me at the store when I would run out of toilet paper (and the Sears catalog had been used). I don't know how she does it but they grow up so fast-evidence of my first date this weekend-to watch Beth try on gowns. Then hopefully visit Ms. Marty and the blueberry patch. I forsee blueberry pancakes in my future. Followed by blueberry muffins-maybe I'll eat them with blueberry beer. That's right blueberry beer and it's good (not as good as the muffins). Then it's on to the chicken fest in Rison. In five hours and 14 minutes. Damn it somebody quit screwing with the clock.
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