The Fourth

I have lost my voice. Tragic, I know.

I lost it on the 4th of July, and it really hasn’t returned. My family thinks it’s hilarious. They told me to just whisper instead of talking. Surprisingly, it works!

We had a very nice 4th of July out at my Parents house on the lake. We capped off the evening with a fireworks display out on the boat. This is a big deal in their community. It is usually a great display, but for the last couple of years, it has been a tad bit disappointing. This year, like last year, there was such a long lull that everyone started leaving. Only to have it start up again. But, when boats are already heading back in, you can’t just stop and drop anchor again. For some reason there were also a ton of duds this year.

But when the fireworks were going off and up in the sky, it was awesome!

Back at the house, we had a yummy dinner and played a few games.

 We introduced LMNOP to our family game of Peanuts. I fear we have created a monster. She started out slow, then turned into a total shark!

She said she wants to play it whenever she comes over. I have a feeling there will be many card games in our summer.

Some photo’s from the day.

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Mousey, LMNOP, and The Boy

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Honey, Capri Kel, and The Ab-Cat with the recouperating Katie. She loves a boat ride.

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The Grandpa and The Grandma, with Beeve, Stacey and Goomba.

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Mousey’s work.

Honey and I finished the second disc of the John Adams mini series. It seemed very appropriate to watch it on the  July 4th weekend. I’m not sure if there is one or two more discs to go.

The Ab-Cat and I had the extreme misfortune to watch “Mama Mia” last night. I can’t think of a time when I have liked a movie less. I was mortified for everyone in the unfortunate cast. The singing, the dancing, the acting? Wretched.  Simply horrid.

That’s all for today. I must go cough now.

Potent Quotable

A wise and frugal government, which shall leave men free to regulate their own pursuits of industry and improvement, and shall not take from the mouth of labor the bread it has earned – this is the sum of good government.
Thomas Jefferson

“I Am” Meme

I saw this on another “blob”, so I will copy it. It’s what I do. And, NO, I don’t know her. Just in case you were wondering. As my children frequently do.

For Today…

Outside my window… SUNSHINE, for the first time all week!!!

I am thinking…I should go make the Payday bars to take out to the lake this afternoon.

I am watching…   the second disc of the John Adams mini series that Ab-Cat had reserved for us at the library.

I am thankful for… As always, Honey. He just makes our life good. He takes such good care of us and I can’t think of anyone I would rather be with.

From the kitchen…  the sound of crickets. Nothing going on in there lately. Oh, Honey made salsa last night.

I am wearing… my new jammies that I purchased at Mrs. Schmenkman’s in Virginia.

I am reading… “Jimmy” by Robert Whitlow. So far, so good. I am not quite sure where he is going with the story line, but the main character, who is mentally challenged, is beyond precious.

I am praying… for our children. Always work to do there.  Two have some college decisions to make and they all always have other choices to make. Plus, praying that the wee pup makes a speedy recovery. It’s hard to see her looking so pitiful.

I am creating…bead bracelets!! I went out with my friend, The Oreo Mom, on Wednesday. She is my beading buddy, but we have not beaded in a couple of years. She took me to a new, yummy Arabic restaurant she found and we shopped for some new beads. We then went back to her house, had a cup of chai and happily beaded the rest of the afternoon!

I am looking forward to… our family reunion, coming up later in July. There are going to be some people there that I have not seen in years.

A picture for today  I have two from our back porch.

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LOVE the pansies.

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I have several pots of coleus again this year. LOVING them as well.

Have a happy Independance Day!

Home Dog

Katie is home from her surgery. She is minus her bladder stone and her female parts. She is ever so glad to be back sleeping on a Tweety Bird beach towel in her Mama’s bed. I don’t think she is feeling very spry though. We have never, in all the time we have owned her, seen her refuse food. When we offered her some dinner, she pitifully turned her head. Even after she had 14 teeth pulled, she scarfed her supper.

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We are going to let this little, sleeping dog lie for as long as she wants.

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Thank you Lord, for taking care of Abby’s little pooch-i-doo.

The Doorwall to Nowhere

I thought I would give you all a visual on The Doorwall to Nowhere that Honey is contemplating building a deck for.

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This doorwall is in The Ab-Cat’s room. Since no one can use it, it is basically a big window with a big screen. It catches a nice breeze that she and the cats enjoy. So it’s not a total  waste. She actually does not like the cats in her room. They are thieves.

Today is Katie’s rescheduled bladder stone/hysterectomy surgery. If you could keep a little 6 pound Yorkie in your prayers, we would much appreciate it. I know that Abby is worried about her little pal.

On another note, our new glider/rocking chairs for the family room came yesterday!  Capri Patt, I think I am going to love them! I asked the delivery man to put them in the dining room and I then shut the french doors. Because all three cats don’t get declawed until next Wednesday, and I can’t take the chance that they will want to feel  the new chairs. With their claws.

It would appear that we are all about animal anesthesia lately.

Way Back When-sday-1986

This is one of my favorite photos of us. It’s from Way Back in 1986. There’s no story, I just like it. The End.

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Join Capri Deb with YOUR Way Back When-sday post. The more the merrier, I always say!

On Deck

Now that it is officially summer, I am having a little trouble getting on the computer. The kids are using it. Let me narrow that down. Mousey is using it. All the time.

Plus, I have been busy. And, Honey has been making me go on unnecessary errands. Getting windshield chips repaired, getting the pool water tested, running in to Lowe’s and Home Depot to check on some things. All due to the fact that we are married and we have to do everything together.

He has a project in the works. He wants to replace the boards of our decks with a product called Trex. Which could possibly be our new best friend. We have a significant amount of decking on the back of our house, including stairs and a ramp.

Honey is always talking about the work that needs to be done on the decks. They need to be power washed. They need to be repaired, and my least favorite, they need to be stained. I feel I need to clarify something here, or else Honey will. In an unkind  way. I don’t actually participate in any of the deck maintenance.  I could possibly handle the staining part, but if you have ever met me, you are fully aware that I will never be one with a hammer. And, I am seriously doubting that Honey would ever let me touch  the power washer.  My participation is limited to listening to Honey tell me about all of the maintenance he must perform. Which in itself, is exhausting for me.

That is how he preps himself for work. By telling me about all of the work that needs to be done. It’s like little pep talks he gives himself.

I’m pretty sure that the Decking Replacement Extravaganza of 09  is going to begin this weekend. So that is why we were going all over townS looking at Trex colors, and railings yesterday. Honey and I need each other in this area. He belongs to the school of thought that more is better, and I went to the university of less is WAY better. He’s all, we could do this and this and this and this and this…….. and I say, let’s do that. Period. We settle somewhere in the center.

We have some decisions to make, but I think we are on the right track.

He is also almost ready to commit to making the deck off of  the Ab-Cat’s Doorwall to Nowhere. We have lived here 10 years, and almost every year he has someone come out and give him a quote to build her deck. He is never pleased with the price and says he can make it himself. And he totally could, because he built a ginormous and loverly deck at our last house that still looks fantastic 16 years later. But in the 10 years that we have lived here, he has not had the time nor inclination to actually build  the deck. Hence, The Doorwall to Nowhere.

That’s all I have to tell you at the moment. But I am sure there is blog fodder in here somewhere, because we have never had a project that didn’t.

Potent Quotable

Beauty isn’t worth thinking about; what’s important is your mind. You don’t want a fifty-dollar haircut on a fifty-cent head.
– Garrison Keillor

RIP

I am pretty sure that everyone now knows that Michael Jackson has died. Anyone who has watched TV since yesterday, would have caught that from the All Michael, All the Time, television coverage.

We watched some of it, because our Girls were shocked. I remember feeling the same way when Elvis and Princess Diana died. I wasn’t a huge fan or anything, it was just shocking.

About three weeks ago, Mousey had checked out a  Thriller  cd from the library. We listened to it on the way home. The Girls were asking all kids of questions about him, and his videos, and then, all the weirdness. I told them some of my recollections.

Since I am all about the list lately, I will continue that format. I am a firm believer that if it isn’t broke, I’m sure not going to fix it.

1. My first memory of him was on American Bandstand when I was very young. We happened to be “down home” in Tennessee at my Aunt Lottie’s house. My cousins Tammy and Joan were yelling “come quick, you have to see this”, and there were, the Jackson 5, in all their groovy 70’s clothing, huge Afros, harmonious singing and awesome dancing, glory. I’m pretty sure they sang ABC. I remember thinking that Michael was so little and cute and MAN, could those guys dance! At our school, you either liked The Jackson 5 or The Osmond’s. I never caught that Osmond fever. To tell you the truth, I was really more of a Partridge Family kind of girl.

2. Suzanne Suzanna Danna and I watched the Motown anniversary special together. We actually said that we KNEW we were witnessing  history when he moon walked across the stage singing Billie Jean. It was a moment, my friends.

3. I don’t remember hearing too much about him until Thriller EXPLODED onto the scene. OH, how my friends,  Suzie and Dawn and I loved that album! We must have worn the grooves off it.

4. I remember hurrying to a friend house, in the middle of the day, to see the WORLD PREMIER of the Thriller video and being ever so impressed! We had never seen anything like that before!

5. Back in the car, on the way home from the library, I told the Girls that “Beat It” will always be, in my personal opinion, the perfect song from my 80’s experience. I.LOVED.THAT.SONG.

Unfortunately, for me, it was pretty much downhill after that. He then morphed into Mr. Wack-A-Doodle, and I assumed the stance of a person watching a train wreck, complete with look of horror on my face every time I saw a new picture of him. I pray his children will land in a safe, loving, sane, place.

After the awesome  ”Beat It”, I think my favorite songs were “I’ll Be There” ,”I Want You Back”, “PYT”  and “Black and White”.           How about you?

Walk On

As I mentioned yesterday, the walking season has begun. Keelyody and I have 2 basic paths that we walk.

When we have had a lot of rain, or if the weather looks “iffy”, we walk in both of our subdivisions, which are connected. Therefore , if heavens floodgates open, we are either 1/2 way to her house, or halfway to ours. We can take refuge and drive each other home. I have already mentioned that we are fair weather walkers. And rain is just annoying when you both wear glasses. This walk is fine, but not the preferred path.

If all is right in our world, we walk the other, preferred path. We walk out of her sub, through another sub, and down 2 dirt roads. There are several reasons why this is the route we enjoy most.

1. It’s longer, and we need  longer.

2. We have decided that our bodies get a better workout on uneven roads and a hillier terrain.

3. It’s SO pretty! We both live in loverly subdivisions, but something about walking through a canopy of trees is just so picturesque. One of the roads has even been designated some special fancy nature road that cannot be paved. Although, personally, I don’t think a nicely blacktopped road would diminish my nature viewing pleasure, but that’s just me.

Wednesday we had a little trouble with the nature. Some sort of buzzing insects were driving us crazy trying to sample our nectar. That sounds so much more pleasant than saying they were swarming our sweaty ears and necks. One of those pesky things bit Keelyody on the arm, and by the time we got home it was a dandy little bump. I heard her say, “I hate nature”.

4. Because of all the shade, it’s MUCH cooler.

5. I’m all out, we just like it better.

One time I drove the subdivision path and it was almost 3 miles. We never knew how far the preferred path was, we just assumed it was around the same.

Honey and I happened to be in the truck the other day, and it has the right kind of odometer. The kind that measures in 10ths. Our other cars don’t have that feature for some reason. I told Honey that I would like to drive the route, as I have always wondered how far we walked.

I am here to tell you that we walk 5.2 miles! And that is far farther  than either Keelyody or I  would have guessed!

When I told her she said she felt thinner already.

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