9 years old already?!?
1 month ago
|Success in marriage depends on being able, when you get over being in love,|
to really love. (Eleanor Roosevelt)
|Seems like yesterday!|
I love you!
|The male is Zenda. The female is Isis. They have been at the zoo since 2008. |
The roars come at sundown.
You can hear the sound for 6 miles.
I believe it.
Jesus, the lion of the tribe of Judah!
He is AWESOME!
|It is a time of deep Thanksgiving to the Lord . . .|
it shall be a time of great joy.
Thank you for not taking Handsome home . . .
|One of my favorite memories|
Yep, sonny this is sure enough Injun summer. Don't know what that is, I reckon, do you? Well, that's when all the homesick Injuns come back to play; You know, a long time ago, long afore yer granddaddy was born even, there used to be heaps of Injuns around here—thousands—millions, I reckon, far as that's concerned. Reg'lar sure 'nough Injuns—none o' yer cigar store Injuns, not much. They wuz all around here—right here where you're standin'.
Don't be skeered—hain't none around here now, leastways no live ones. They been gone this many a year.
They all went away and died, so they ain't no more left.
But every year, 'long about now, they all come back, leastways their sperrits do. They're here now. You can see 'em off across the fields. Look real hard. See that kind o' hazy misty look out yonder? Well, them's Injuns—Injun sperrits marchin' along an' dancin' in the sunlight. That's what makes that kind o' haze that's everywhere—it's jest the sperrits of the Injuns all come back. They're all around us now.
See off yonder; see them tepees? They kind o' look like corn shocks from here, but them's Injun tents, sure as you're a foot high. See 'em now? Sure, I knowed you could. Smell that smoky sort o' smell in the air? That's the campfires a-burnin' and their pipes a-goin'.
Lots o' people say it's just leaves burnin', but it ain't. It's the campfires, an' th' Injuns are hoppin' 'round 'em t'beat the old Harry.
You jest come out here tonight when the moon is hangin' over the hill off yonder an' the harvest fields is all swimmin' in the moonlight, an' you can see the Injuns and the tepees jest as plain as kin be. You can, eh? I knowed you would after a little while.
Jever notice how the leaves turn red 'bout this time o' year? That's jest another sign o' redskins. That's when an old Injun sperrit gits tired dancin' an' goes up an' squats on a leaf t'rest. Why I kin hear 'em rustlin' an' whisper in' an' creepin' 'round among the leaves all the time; an' ever' once'n a while a leaf gives way under some fat old Injun ghost and comes floatin' down to the ground. See—here's one now. See how red it is? That's the war paint rubbed off'n an Injun ghost, sure's you're born.
Purty soon all the Injuns'll go marchin' away agin, back to the happy huntin' ground, but next year you'll see 'em troopin' back—th' sky jest hazy with 'em and their campfires smolderin' away jest like they are now.
|From his pipe the smoke ascending |
Filled the sky with haze and vapor,
Filled the air with dreamy softness,
Gave a twinkle to the water,
Touched the rugged hills with smoothness,
Brought the tender Indian Summer
To the melancholy north-land,
In the dreary Moon of Snow-shoes.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
|Finchy who has the best smile and the best wiggle butt dance!|
He is always happy to see me.
Such a cool and interesting face.
Best snuggler ever!
|And Burley Butt the baby of the group.|
He is so innocent.
He thinks he is a little dog.
He looks sad but he is a happy boy.
Watch out when he comes scampering down the hall.
He carries his big bone.
If it falls on your toe...ouch!
Happy Birthday to two of the best boys EVER!
|The Bubbas reign.|
|The brothers rock.|
|The cupcakes were cool.|
|The blowing was done by everyone...e tu Papa?|
|What a happy Boy!|
|It came to me that every time I lose a dog|
they take a piece of my heart with them,
and every new dog who comes into my life
gifts me with a piece of their heart.
If I live long enough all the
components of my heart will be dog,
and I will become as generous and
loving as they are.
|The original three.|
All are pieces of our hearts.
Fred, Leia, Chili.
|The anticipation is building. I had to wear my signature pink sweatshirt.|
When I don't wear it the grandkids don't recognize me.
You even spelled my name right!
|Right now Burley is more interested in his chewey.|
|Sarge is admiring the bag...|
It goes very well with my signature sweatshirt!
I love it.
|Don't I look like a fashionista?|
That rarely happens to me, I am usually way off trend.
|One of the best parts...|
I have their interest now.
|They loved them and thank you so much!|
They are in our dog treat jar on the counter to be doled out as extra special treats.
|And now the bestest part!|
They listened attentively as I read
"What the Dog Ate".
And believe me, we could all identify.
|Hope this doesn't give them more ideas!|
Thanks again Jackie!
Love from Sargie Poo Poo, Burley Butt and Baba HooHoo.
|Her dream was to take her kids and extended family to Florida|
To find a house large enough
One without fleas...
And lo and behold SHE DID IT!
|She wanted to visit her grandma who is 92.|
|She wanted her wild blonde hair boy to have the same wonderful experience that |
she did when she was little. Even if you do get salt water in your eyes.
|Thank you little mama for dreaming big, including us in your dream |
and making it come true!
|So on our vacation this young man was in charge of our menus, cooking and grocery lists.|
Before everyone was up, he was already concocting a wonderful breakfast for us.
One day it even included hamburgers. Handsome was VERY happy.
He had plans for lunch each day.
And dinners, they were to die for.
|In the kitchen, he is a one man band. One of the evenings, he was making frozen pizza, roasting garlic, putting together an alfredo sauce, grilling chicken and hamburgers and guess what I did? I stirred the sauce and got together some garlic bread.|
#1 is something to watch. He is a Food Scientist after all.
He does all this without complaining or yelling. (I did ask him if his back ever hurt, he said no, so there, that explains his lack of crabby!?)
|This is the night we had Tex Mex Chicken with homemade croutons, lime dressing and avocados. (I cut up the romain!)|
|A great family to be on vacation with and if the End of the World comes, #1 will feed us well.|
Thank you #1...we love you!