What's up chicken butt?

WHAT'S UP CHICKEN BUTT?
That is how my brother likes to greet me.  Endearing isn't it. I am hoping my boys love each other this much one day. LOL
 (Somedays we are real crazy and use different animals!)

This is him...My little brother...running up the Appalachian Trail. There is a really funny story behind this, but I will spare you the details. But I will tell you the people around us that day...didn't think we were near as funny as we did!!


So the Hogs lost. It was a good game and I see no reason why losing to the #1 Team by 4 points would cause us to drop to the #15 spot. Whatever. No one respects the Razorbacks...that I do know.

But I'm not bitter.

We are still working on the house and it is coming along. Our goal is Thanksgiving. I am not holding my breath.
It just seems like house-building on the weekends takes a lot of time. Crazy, huh? I mean who knew it would take us this long? We are ready to sheetrock.....hear the excitement in my voice? No. Well, I need to try a little bit harder then.

I just want to pick out paint.

No, I don't.

Cause that's like a huge decision..and I don't do well under pressure.

Maybe I want to pay someone else to make those decisions for me. do what needs to be done and then just move in. Yeah, that sounds more like what I'd like to do. However, if WE are building it, there isn't anybody to do that stuff for me. *sigh*


Well, that it.

I have children to teach this morning.....after I take Scout his phone. Cause in addition to mom, teacher, chauffeur, nurse, cook, referee, librarian...I am a courier service. (Trip to Ft. Smith yesterday to pick up the laptop that was left behind as exhibit A)

Love and kisses and hugs and warn fuzzy thoughts to you today!


P.S. Come back later and maybe I'll have something of value to say. Or maybe not.

WOOOO PIG SOOOOIE!!

Enough said.

Cutie Patootie!

Look who I found!

It is Skipper.

Halloween 2003!

When did my baby grow up?

Univ. of Arkansas Fight Song with Shirley Q

Stupid fish....

Turns out Swimmy, Scrappy's new fish is a girl.

How, pray tell, do I know this??

We now have 10 baby fish.

10........baby.......fish!

Do you know how hard it is to catch 10 baby fish?

Well, it ain't easy.

Skeeter and some fish poop

Skeeter has finally realized that GG is gone.

Daddy, Momma and Papa came into town this weekend and we spent today with them. We watched the Hogs squeak out a victory over Georgia and then ate dinner together at our favorite Mexican place in town.

On our way home tonight Skeeter asked if God could send GG back.

Then, he cried all the way home.

Yup buddy...I feel the exact same way.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

On a much much lighter note...

The boys have 2 fish, Swimmy and Diego.

The fish provided much bedtime entertainment last night.

All I'm going to say is that I do not find fish poop near as funny as they do.

For Granny.....

(Picture of: Uncle Gus, Granny, Sonny and Daddy picking at a family get-together.)

Granny lost her battle with cancer on July 25, 2010. She is deeply missed.

Daddy found this song and it was played at Granny's funeral. I still bawl like a baby when I hear it. It a beautiful beautiful song.

She is buried in a small cemetery near Denton, Texas, next door to the little white church with a big green doors and shutters that my Papa went to with his family as a child. She is laid among 4 generations of my Papa's family and towering protective oak trees.

I held my Papa for the entire service. I sat behind him(cause we we're late LOL) with my arms wrapped around his small frame as he wept.

I held him as my 4 beautiful cousins sang her home.

I held him as their preacher delivered an absolutely perfect talk about her. We laughed that day as hard as we cried.

I held him as we said our final good byes to her.

I held him. I held him as we were sitting by the graveside and a small gentle breeze seemed to come from nowhere as if to say. "Everything is going to be okay."

I held him.