Monday, March 23, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
The Pitiful Pig Ear Thief
Sophie is a thief. And stubborn. She goes next door and steals Blue's pig ears and then tries to bring them in the house. It's gross. The girl spent about 30 minutes one night trying to coax the pig ear out of Sophie's mouth-because wudn't NOBODY touchin' that thang! 
She did finally succumbed to the temptation of biscuits and cat food.
Back From Iraq...Again!
My handsome, sweet, completely awesome cousin returned from Iraq about 10 days ago. He's only 23 and this was his 2nd time there. I have been honored twice by being able to go to Ft. Hood and welcome him home. The girl made signs for him so we'd be easy to find in the crowd.
Ft. Hood is about 2.5 hours from here. We had to leave at 3:30 a.m.! (We really love that kid!) At that early hour my brain was not engaged and I forgot my stinking camera. Here's some pics from the camera phone:
It's an awesome experience getting to be at that party-even if it is 6 o'clock in the morning! There is something so awe inspiring about seeing all those soldiers and their families and only half understanding all of the sacrifices that have been made by every single one of them. Boy is still his sweet and cheerful self, but I'm sure he's seen and experienced things that I can only imagine as being a really bad dream. Here's some pics from the first time he came back:
His mom and dad weren't able to make it down till 2 days after his return so we had him all to ourselves. I think he was safer (or at least less hassled) in Iraq. I think he may have wanted to take a nap:
I took him to the resale shop-he may have lost his fashion sense while in the desert:
Can't really blame him-the girl confiscated his clothes:
His parents showed up to rescue him:
And his to do list got a little easier:
Or did it?
We are so glad he is home and in one piece. So many come back in pieces or in a box. Whatever your political views are, we all need to support our U.S. Soldiers!
Ft. Hood is about 2.5 hours from here. We had to leave at 3:30 a.m.! (We really love that kid!) At that early hour my brain was not engaged and I forgot my stinking camera. Here's some pics from the camera phone:It's an awesome experience getting to be at that party-even if it is 6 o'clock in the morning! There is something so awe inspiring about seeing all those soldiers and their families and only half understanding all of the sacrifices that have been made by every single one of them. Boy is still his sweet and cheerful self, but I'm sure he's seen and experienced things that I can only imagine as being a really bad dream. Here's some pics from the first time he came back:His mom and dad weren't able to make it down till 2 days after his return so we had him all to ourselves. I think he was safer (or at least less hassled) in Iraq. I think he may have wanted to take a nap:But the boys had fun attacking him:
Can't really blame him-the girl confiscated his clothes:His parents showed up to rescue him:And his to do list got a little easier:
Or did it?We are so glad he is home and in one piece. So many come back in pieces or in a box. Whatever your political views are, we all need to support our U.S. Soldiers!Monday, March 9, 2009
Spring Has Sprung
My winter break is over. It's time for me to get back to work hauling kids to their various activities. The newest thing this year for us is track. It's really not my favorite, but the girl likes it. It's an all day party for her. Do you all know just exactly how long a track meet lasts? Hours and hours and hours and hours. Oh, and then another hour. 
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Friend
I got this 'award' from my precious friend Julia:
When I first moved to this small town (about 12 years ago) it was hard. I didn't have any kids and I was still going to college in San Marcos which is about an hour away. The only ties I had to this place was my house. My husband worked out of town on a 7/7 schedule so I was alone a lot. That was OK with me...ok until I had my first child. My parents lived 2000 miles away, my husband was gone half the time and I had no friends, no support. It was hard. I managed pretty well I thought until I had kid number 2. He had 'breathing problems'. One night, husband gone and me alone with 2 babies, I wound up having to take #2 to the emergency room. Everything turned out fine, but I was a mess. I needed a friend and bad! I begged God to give me one. And guess what...He did!
Julia has been such a blessing to me as well as my family. She is hilarious, a genius, a creative powerhouse, a super-mom and a godly wife. She rocks! She is a rock.
The picture above was so me...blue, frazzled-showing up on her porch most mornings (sometimes in my jammies) for a good cup of coffee, good conversation and many laughs. We have solved many of the worlds problems as well as our own on that front porch.
Julia and her family moved to 'the city' this past summer. We are still friends, I see and talk to her regularly, but I miss her every day presence. I miss coffee on the porch every morning and going to lunch on the spur of the moment. I miss Wal-mart runs and weekly junk expeditions. I miss her quick wit and amazing insights. I miss her.
God is filling the gap with new friends, new interests, but nothing can replace this precious friend-this precious gift.
I have been blessed with many amazing women in my life. I am overwhelmed by how lucky I am! So many times we take for granted those seemingly insignificant things in our lives that turn out to be truly amazing gifts from God-like morning coffee with a friend.
I'll share my gift with you-you can visit her here: http://julia-juliasjunket.blogspot.com/
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