Monday, July 16, 2012

To Camp We Will go....

 The boys left for camp yesterday.  They had both packed a week ago.  

I think Ozzie thought it was a new bed!

 When we arrived at camp. N jumped out and started unloading.


The guy with the black shirt, John, will be their counselor for this week!



 Then we started the 10-mile short trek through the woods to their cabin.



Their cabin is the very last one at the end of the line!



I love these steps.  I would like to have them here.


 I thought the broom holder was genius!


Dennis made them smile for me! 
It was a sweet moment....

then, it was over!
They were ready for us to leave!  

I know they will have a great time at camp.




Friday, July 13, 2012

Happy Friday the 13th

I had this sweet little kitty framed and sitting on my piano until...

...someone (who won't take the blame) knocked it off and broke the glass in the frame.

So, yesterday I made it into a little pillow! 

To read about the other little pillows, click here.

Have a great day!

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

To Cut a Long Story Short - or jeans in this case!

  Those of you who have boys will understand this story.

Nikolai goes through jeans like nobody's business. 

That boy is HARD on the knees of his jeans.
(Why ARE boys so hard on jeans?)


He has religious camp coming up next week and needed shorts.

Yes, you are ahead of me, I cut his jeans off at the knees to make shorts!

 I cut all the strings off (which resulted from me washing the jeans after I cut them!)

Then, I zig-zagged the edge, turned them up, pinned them, and hemmed them!

I only lost one machine needle and that was my fault.  

I should  have put on my denim needle to start.  





Anna approves!  She is my official inspector - especially if clean clothes are involved!

After I had finished, he brought me another pair that just happened to have a hole in the knee.

That will just have to wait for another day!

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Turtle boy and Snappy!

Coming home last night from church, we saw "Snappy" trying to make his way across the road. (Eastern Box Turtles thrive in our area.

Dennis stopped the car and "Turtle Boy" jumped out of the car, raced into the road, and rescued Snappy!
(This was without Mama's approval!)


Turtle Boy loves Snappy.  

He likes to put in him odd places - like the top of his head!


 Snappy does not look amused!


 Turtle Boy had a long talk with Snappy.

They are trying to see "eye to eye" on issues!
(Sorry, I couldn't resist!)


We all need love ~

even if we are hard-shelled and closed off to others!


 

Good Friends Are For Sharing Lunch

 There is not much anything better than sharing lunch with good friends!!

Last Thursday, I met Angela (in the purple) and Gail (in the green) for lunch.  

We had a great time catching up with each other on all the news!

Linking to:

Friday, July 6, 2012

My Mother's Birthday

 If my mother was still alive, she would have turned 92 today.  

She was born in 1920.

This picture was made in 2007 shortly before my brother unexpectedly died.

She never recovered from that shock and the Alzheimer's became relentless.

Tit 2:3-5 The aged women likewise, that [they be] in behaviour as becometh holiness, not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things; That they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, [To be] discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed.

Mama did all of this and more.

 Mama was very proud of this picture.  

The youngest child in this picture was her mother.  
(Don't ask me who the others are....)

 Mama's brothers (and families) and sister (and family)

Mama is the one on the farthest right holding my oldest brother's hand.  Daddy is behind her.


Picture of Mama and Daddy with my brother, Larry.


 Another picture of Mama and Daddy with both boys (way before I ever came along!)

She adored my father as he did her.  

They were married for 53 years.

I thought my daddy was perfect because my mother thought he was!

Mama went to Heaven on December 27, 1997 with me holding her hand.

It was a long battle and one that she was ready to let go.
 
This was the scripture that my husband read at her funeral.  

It summed her up completely.  

Proverbs 31: 10-31
10 Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
11 The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.
12 She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.
13 She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.
14 She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
15 She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.
16 She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.
17 She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.
18 She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night.
19 She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.
20 She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
21 She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.
22 She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple.
23 Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.
24 She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.
25 Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
26 She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
27 She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
29 Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
30 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.
31 Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.


Happy Birthday Mama!  I love you.

I know she and Daddy are very happy now!

St. Therese

St. Therese, the Little Flower, please pick me a rose from the heavenly garden and send it to me with a message of love. Ask God to grant me the favor I thee implore, and tell Him I will love Him each day, more and more.