Happy Happy- and a giggle...

Isaiah's letter to Santa:
"Dear Santa,
I don't need socks!"

Merry Merry to all!

I giggle aloud every time I think of Isaiah's letter to Santa- (I stole it off of Jennifer's FB page).
Too cute not to be shared.
Hmmm...
I do ♥ a man that knows his own mind, and doesn't beat around the bush, don't you?!?
That he's my grandbaby is a testament to the fact that he's smart enough to know not to lie to Santa!

But here's a big "Uh-Oh" for me... 
What does it say about me that I have planned our Christmas celebrating around the Packers game? (Be nice).
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  ~ Er, "HOHOHO" !!!!

XOXO,
Me

Isaiah. Wyatt. And catching up a bit...

The weirdest looking melon I have ever seen!

Good Morning All;
It has been too long once more, since I have written anything about Flintville!
We are rain~soaked, but drying out once more.
Yesterdays national news even had Green Bay mentioned for how much rain we got.  Too much, in too little of a time period...  Story, pictures here.  Funny comment there claims that "the Book of Genesis has complete boat building instructions." hehehe

Walking out to check for any damages, (only a few little branches down, and scattered about), I caught sight of those little squash seeds I had planted...




Itty bitty baby squash!




Mmmm.....




Oh I am getting SO hungry!


Speaking of hungry...


Casey wouldn't even wait for a sandwich!




I did!

There are many many apples down- Pears too. Will have to call Gritter and see if they want them this year too. I sure hope so!

Punk was in the window all night- There must have been deer or raccoons by the fruit trees and trying to eat what was there.
That dog sure can bark!  Not even so much that, but it is downright eerie to wake up to these low growls... (Especially not seeing what the dog sees)!


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We have been working in the old shed this past week, getting organized and cleaning-   My dish pan had gotten left on the entrance stairs.
Sputty thought it there for him. 


Casey and I were going to go to the rodeo at the fair today.
Not going to happen- Too much to do. I haven't cut the lawns in so long that I will have problems getting through them (again).
But am determined to get the job done before the next rainfalls come. Wednesday. (I think).

In the meanwhile, tomorrow to be exact, my Little Man Isaiah starts school!

Here he is with his baby brother, Wyatt...




...as they wait for a bike ride!

Baby Wyatt, walking at 9 months by the way, looks so much like Master Gabriel and brother Isaiah!  Jenné has promised me more pictures so you can see that resemblance too. 
She mentioned something about great genes!  She's sure got that right!  hehehe

I hope Isaiah LOVES kindergarten! I know I did. And I know all of my children did too!

It has been nasty hot in Texas- Been over 100° for so long, and checking their weather now, I see no end of heat for the immediate future either. 
Not sure how they all get through that extreme heat? I would just shrivel up and die.
Wait! Maybe that would be a good thing? See, then I wouldn't be able to mow my lawns!   hehehe

Until later then.
Love to all!  Stay cool!

XOXO
Me

POOL!

Isaiah on the ladder-
We ended up turning the hose on again anyway-
After that, his legs weren't long enough to climb in/out.
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Good Morning All...
Hot enough for you? Nasty yesterday- and 83% humidity.
(But it was 100% humid in the pool, and no one minded)! hehehe

I had forgotten one very important thing as I covered all aspects of this pool thing.
And that was my swim suit...
I have been faithfully bringing it along to these various hotels that Casey and I had stayed in; (just in case). But truth be known, I haven't even unpacked it in years.
Nor have I had it on...

Jenne and Isaiah were already out playing by the time I'd finished my own playing on my blog yesterday.

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Punk, having no pool of her own, was stuck on the inside.
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How pitiful is that?!?

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And it was time for me to face my swimsuit...
I took the little plastic bag out from the closet in the bathroom, and removed the suit. (It looked much smaller than what I'd remembered)...
But then it dawned on me that no one, save for my loved ones, would even see me in it. And I quickly disrobed. (Yargh)!

Grabbing this mere suit I cautiously put one leg in... Then another.
Then came time to yank it up...

...Much to my amazement, the darn thing fit perfectly!
There are no pictures. (You'll just have to take my word for it).

But there are plenty more pictures...

Jenne had to re~inflate the tube doughnut.
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Casey arrived...
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She got suited up quickly, and showed off her beach towel...
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Punk was allowed to come out...

And it was discovered that if you have a pull toy in the pool this dog puts it to very good use!
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Casey tried to drown Punk...
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Punk tried to drown herself...
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Oh this water is SO lovely!

But the sun was very harsh.
I even made the dog get out of the pool for a while to put her in the shade.

She was NOT a happy camper...

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Isaiah needed a drink of water, so we turned the hose on...
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And what fun to be had while the pool filled a bit more!
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He played so long in that little pool...
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And it was time for this little prunes nap...

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I hope you are all staying safe and cool somehow.
I have already turned the furnace on- NOT the heat, just the fan. If you have forced air heat, you can do the very same- With my house, it brings the cool air from the basement and other vents and redistributes it around the whole house. (Yes, I still have the window A/C on).

Love to all.

XOXO
Me

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Mushrooms in Bloom (and other scattered~brained fun)...

 

Those darned squirrels still get to the birdfeeder...
They climb the little post, and JUMP onto the feeder!
This drives the cat crazy- Me too.
The "FIX" will be posted tomorrow... hehehe

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Good Morning All.
I am way too late for Ten Thought Tuesday, so this will be a "Random Wednesday"

Received in my email. I have to begin with it. It is both terrifying and beautiful.

AREN'T THEY ALL OUR CHILDREN?

There are few things in this life more difficult to experience than the loss of one's child. Jim Wallis tells about a sad and terrifying incident that occurred during the tragic war in Sarajevo not too many years back.

A reporter who was covering the violence in the middle of the city saw a little girl fatally shot by a sniper.

The reporter threw down his pad and pencil and rushed to the aid of a man who was now holding the child. He helped them both into his car and sped off to a hospital.

"Hurry, my friend," the man urged, "my child is still alive."
A moment or two later he pleaded, "Hurry, my friend, my child is still breathing."
A little later he said, "Hurry, my friend, my child is still warm."

When they got to the hospital, the young girl was gone.
"This is a terrible task for me," the distraught man said to the reporter. "I must go tell her father that his child is dead. He will be heartbroken."

The reporter was amazed. He looked at the grieving man and said, "I thought she was YOUR child."

The man replied, "No, but aren't they all our children?"

I think that is one of the great questions of our age.
Aren't they all our children?
It is a question that deserves an answer.

Aren't they all our children?
Those who live under our roof and those who reside with another family?
Those to whom we are related as well as those whom we have never known?

Aren't they all our children?
Those on our side of the border as well as those on the other side?
Those of our nation no more or less than those of another?

Aren't they all our children?
Those who worship like us and those who worship differently? Those who look like us and those who do not?

Aren't they all our children?
The well-educated and the under-educated?
The well-fed and the under-fed?
Those who are secure and those who are at risk?

Aren't they all our children?
The highly valued and highly esteemed as well as the castaways and the lost?

Aren't they all our children?
Aren't they all our responsibility?
ALL of them?
Ours to nurture?
Ours to protect?
Ours to love?

I don't think it is an exaggeration to say that the survival of our world hinges on the answer to that question.

To say they are NOT all our children is to condemn the world to more struggle
– family against family,
- group against group,
- nation against nation.

Aren't they all our children?
If we say yes, can we ever again pit them against each other?
"If we have no peace," said Mother Teresa, "it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other."

Aren't they all our children?

There may be no greater question for our generation.
And how we answer that question will determine the shape of our world for years to come.

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Back to our homefront...

The wiegelia (sp) are in bloom- (However it's spelled they are pretty).
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Casey's dark purple irises are blooming too...
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And I think this mushroom might have been blooming too?
...before it got squished by the rider... hehehe
(It's my blog and if I say mushrooms bloom, then they bloom)!
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Some "bloomin' bird" walked all over Jenné's car...
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And I am left wondering if dogs bloom after they shed???
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Even Punk didn't recognize Old Man Miller!
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But yes, it is him, after a shave.

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Still lovin' Tigger
And MUCH cooler this way too...

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Sweet Pea got me to wondering what this is after her own blog yesterday...
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It is very heavy, about 9 or 10 inches across.
And very old.
No markings on the bottom either.
Not sure if it would be Native or Mexican. Does anyone know?
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We took a ride to Appleton yesterday afternoon to pick up an 18'x4' pool.
Hopefully we can get it set up soon too.

The bridges seem very treacherous down there...
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On the way back, we stopped to see Master Gabriel.
They were all playing in the back yard!
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Master Gabriel came running in the house as I was talking to his "mom" (NOT Berta), and exclaimed that he needed a "Grandma Kiss" !!!

HOW COOL IS THAT?!? (I can truly live on that for a long time)!!!

He wanted to plant a yellow pepper- Seeing the seeds on the inside, he and his sisters scattered those seeds in hopes of more pepper plants.
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Showing his pepper to Isaiah

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Hopefully at least one of those plants will grow for them...
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Isaiah rode with me after we left.
He wanted to know "when can we go back?"
So much fun playing with other kids!

So what does everyone think about getting that pool set up???

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I wholeheartedly agree.
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They can't wait either!
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For now I must go into town for a bit- A few groceries & other things to get too.

My love to all!

XOXO
Me

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Have a "wunnaful" Wednesday!

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Wednesday June 17, 2009 - 12:29pm (CDT)

"Normal" For the Most Part...

 

What the dickens is on this maple tree?!?

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Good Morning...
The above picture is indicative of only one of my maples- About a 20 year old tree, growing next to a mulberry tree. Not sure what those "things" are that are on all the leaves...

Hope you have all had a grand week.
We have been busy.
Almost always a good thing, save for when my back goes nutty. It has been spasming something fierce, those spasms knocking the wind out of me. But relief to know that if I do lose my breath that I will pass out and normal breathing always takes over then.
Feels like I fell flat on my back and got the wind knocked out.
Yes, (sorry) I will live. hehehe

I have tons of catching up to do once more...

Things are normal in Flintville...

Jenne steals (and stores), Isaiah's crayons,

and colors in his books...

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Punk has no problem keeping him company on his little adventures.
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Sometimes Isaiah has to content himself as I sew. hehehe

I think I forgot how to sew properly. (It is NOT like riding a bike)!

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Notice the darn seam ripper!
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Isaiah's dad, (Brad), took him to BayFest yesterday.
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He will come home this afternoon, so I don't know if he had fun or not.
I am going to say he had a grand time with all the rides.
This picture was taken as they were setting it all up on Wednesday.

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Casey too is more and more back to "normal" too hehehe
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That's my Casey.
(I believe she is sleepwalking)...
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But she was more than wide awake by the time we got downtown
And quickly noticed the sassy graffiti on this train!

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Punk apparently wanted a drink as we stopped for that train...

Guess she prefers the very local domestic brew from our Hinterland Brewery!
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Taking a walk the other day, and to see this little varmint sent Punk to chasing it, then trying to 'find' it below the hole it had run into.
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Jenne and Isaiah went to fill up that now much enlarged hole.
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And yes, Isaiah did help his Mama!
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The Wery's have been very busy in the fields-
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Grant has been out there since sunup this morning-
trying to cultivate the lowland dry so they can finish planting.
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More rain is predicted for this afternoon. And so, with respect to another day of rest for my back, the mowing will just have to keep until tomorrow. (It is getting much too fuzzy out there for my tastes).
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Notice the grass fuzz by Isaiah's legs.

Even the height of the grass falls under "normal" this year.
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Hope you all have a "wunnaful" weekend!
My love to all!

XOXO
Me

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