Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Wordless Late Wednesday

Well almost.  This baby was found in the pasture while we gathered cattle, the horse almost stepped on him, yes it's a him.  We called the vet to make sure we could touch him and he said no problem, the mother will take him back, so they brought the sweet baby to the house and let me see him.  Awe, so cute.

Then he was taken back to the spot where he was found and left there for his mother.

Hope you enjoy.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

To Busy to Blog

But I have something to share. 

Today, it became official.

It's a Girl!

Congratulations, Kristen and Kurt.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Father's Day

Hi Dad.

I want to tell you about my Dad.  I have been wanting to write this post for some time now, it should be easy but something is telling me it might be harder than I first thought.  Not because there's nothing to say but because where do I start!
First I want to say, I know he loves us.  He selflessly gives his time and money, in ways that when it was my turn as an adult I wouldn't do.
Second, he is amazingly good at everything he puts his hands to.  I remember as a girl seeing his projects.  He loves to restore things, cars, tractors, airplanes.
He is a successful business man and a private pilot.  We flew to our grand-parent's houses in the summer and I will never forget being at his parents house, mam ma and pap-pa's, and being "weathered in."  The "back to school" dance was just a few days away and I thought we would never get home.  I would go outside and look up at the sky and if I saw a hole in the clouds I would go get him and show it to him.  If I where the parent and my child kept dragging me outside and showing me some useless hole in the clouds, I probably would have put a stop to that child doing that.  Well, lets just be honest here, I would have yelled at said child.  Did he?  No, he did not!  He didn't.  He always kept his cool, I never saw him yell at us.  
Now, if we were in trouble and there was a spanking to get, he gave it.  Know what I mean.  Oh no . . .  you did not want the dad to give the spanking!  Ouch that memory still burns my butt.
Anyway back to his kindness, we (my kids and I) developed what we called "the Fofo Technique,"  it goes like this, be kind to the people you want to not be so kind to.  Be nice to the ones who you are mad at because of whatever they did to hurt you.  Did we do that all the time, no, but if you ever asked him for advice of how to handle a given situation, his advice was always to treat them with kindness.  So we began just referring to that as the Fofo Technique and really didn't have to call him for advice in that area of our lives anymore we would just look at each other and say, "give them the Fofo Technique" and we would be done with it.

Third he is a story teller.  Sometimes he makes me laugh so hard that I can't stand it.  My sides are hurting so bad that I can't breathe but I would never stop him.  Make me laugh some more, daddy.  That's what I say.

Also, I really want to share a story with you of what he did when I turned 40 yrs old.
I should title this; "My 40th Birthday"

I lived in this cute little house in Brenham Texas, (side note; one of the cutest little towns in Texas), so when I moved to the western side of the state, I was in a position to leave the house furnished while it was on the market to be sold.  Mom and dad would come over to keep a check on things for me.  Dad, being the investigative person the he is, went outside and checked things in the backyard. 
Okay, let me just say right here that I have a reputation; my step son Chad refers to my cooking as "blackened."  Well, I'm a busy girl, I always have more than one thing going at any given time, so cooking just has to fit somewhere in the middle of all that.  Or it use to, cause I got tired of burning everything I cook, so now I get a chair and sit there with it.  Seriously, a challenge to my hyper active side, but what are you gonna do?  Anyway. . . that was a long way round to get back to where the story is. . . so one day, I was cooking red beans on the stove top and well...I let the water run dry in there, real dry.  So bad that I abandoned that pot.  I just walk that smoking thing right out in the back yard and round the corner and set her down.  At the time it was to get the smoking stinky thing out of the house and let it cool off.  Later it became nothing to me.  I just forgot about it.
So, back to the 4oth birthday, he finds that pot with some of the burned beans still in there and brings it in my house and sets it on the stove and put one my kitchen pretties beside it so I could deny that it was my pot of beans and took a picture.  Then he took his pride and joy pictures to be developed and enlarged and had a card made for me.  It said, "Is Dinner Ready Yet?"  And inside he wished me a happy birthday and I don't remember the rest of what may have been said inside that card.  But I will never forget the front of it. 
So, today in honor of my Dad and my children's grand dad, this story is for you and this picture shows that some things just never change. 

I love you, you make me laugh.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

New Clothes for my Blog

Oops, I've been playing in the blog scrapbook paper again.  It feel like I have a new summer dress on.  The hardest part for me with clothes is finding the jewelry and here the jewelry is the font colors, that takes me for-everr to settle on.  

So here it is, my new summer dress, don't laugh.  :)

Stamping with the Oldies

I am not on a blogging break, I went to school.  How 'bout that.  My husband and I  left at 5 am Tuesday morning picked up Donnie and his son Blayze and drove 16 hours, yes you read it right SIXTEEN,  six and teen, sweet 16 hours to Mississippi.  Did you spell the word?  Okay, sothe drive down was fun and it seemed to go faster than the 16 hours it took.  We got there around 8:30 that night.  

Class started the next morning at 8.  We learned to work with a product called Flex-c-ment.  Go to their web site, it's some cool stuff.  It is used for stamping and texturing horizontal and vertical surfaces.  Stay tuned, there will be more of this to come.

Most of the men in the class were learning skills to add to their trade and make a living, so I kind of stood back and watched.  I will get enough practice here at home, we have several projects to use it on.  One of which is the porch, anybody remember that, you can go here to see that.  

We begin by mixing up the cement.  I have always wanted one of these tools.  You can't really see it in this picture but it is one of those big . . . ah what's the word . . . tools that stir big stuff, yea, that's it.  A big stirrer.  I want one. 

Teacher Mike shows Blayze how to trowel it on the wall.

We've gotten a couple walls stamped up by now, this one that Blayze is doing is one of the hardest ones they have.  He, by the way did a fantastic job on everything, a talented young man, just graduated high school.  That's his dad Donnie looking on.
Here are some of the finished products.  We kind of "pimped" them out like Mike told us to do.  Just to get use to the colors and not to be afraid of using them.

This one is my favorite.  I love the wood plank and cobblestone, two different stamps.

This one on the floor is flagstone, I saw one that the color was more realistic and the grout lines were larger, this I learned is a one finger grout line, usually flagstone uses a two or three, so I'm just sayin, cause now I'm in the "know", um hmm.  Also this is not a stamp, it is one we cut, lots of fun.

So, that's it!  What do you think?  Leave a comment.  I could use the encouragement cause yesterday when the class was over we hopped right back in that car and drove, yes, until 10:00 last night, stopped fell in bed and got up this morning bright and early and drove all day again.  My butt muscles are sore from sitting so long. 

I'm a tired girl.

But I must tell you of the hospitality, the couple who we met there treated us to a shrimp boil.  Fresh caught, gulf shrimp, the biggest I have ever seen, sorry no pictures, I was busy talking.  And homemade deer and pork sausage, the best ever, and sweet, sweet people.  Even though it was a slamming, middle of the week experience, it was fun and I am glad that I got to be there to experience it. 

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Heavy Heart and Crazy Love

Girls, I've got one.  A heavy one.  It was harder to send him back than it was to let go the first time.  I started noticing this feeling a few days ago.  It even shows up in my lack of photography.  I took pictures until I just stopped.  I didn't pick up the camera and take the shot of his boots by my "God Bess America" picture,  I didn't take my camera with me to the airport this morning.  No parting shots, no dressed in his uniform shots . . . I just stopped. 

It was just something about the space he filled up.  Now it feels empty, like a vacuum, somehow.  It's one of those feelings like, when you know you can't let go because you might not stop . . .  crying.  And he's fine, you know, I know he's fine.  Right now he is in an airplane sleeping, probably, flying back to Germany or Ireland where they stop to re-fuel, then on to Kuwait where they stop for a few days then back into Iraq.  He says their work is slowing down and things are good.  But it was just harder this time.
He's found a girl he's crazy about, now they have five more months before he's home again and we'll see what the future holds.  One thing I do know . . . BIG GOD!  I know that.  God's story.  Know that.  He creates; we're created.  Got it.   He's in control.  I trust Him.  His word says that all that concerns me, concerns Him.  Believe that.

I bought the book by Frances Chan "Crazy Love."  I am just a few chapters in and he's talking about death.   Not to be morbid here but it is a reality.  And none of us have the next second promised.  So are you Ready?  Am I?  When I stand before a Holy God, will the things I thought important burn in the fire and I escape with all that I cared about burning up as paper and wood or will my life show that I worshiped God in everything I do? 
Okay, Husband just called me down stairs and I promptly yelled at him.  I do that when I'm dealing with something that I don't know what to do with it.  That's yet another chapter in Chan's book, it's a bit arrogant to allow stress to bother us when we are commanded to not be anxious about anything but in everything with praise and thanksgiving present your request o God.  I love this verse.  Then it follows up with the promise that the peace of God which transcends all understanding will guard your heart and mind in Christ Jesus. 
An excerpt from Chan's book, page 42;
"Worry implies that we don't quite trust that God is big enough, powerful enough or loving enough to take care of what's happening in our lives.  Stress says that the things we are involved in are important enough to merit our impatience, our lack of grace toward others, or our tight grip of control.
Basically, these two behaviors communicate that it's okay to sin and not trust God because the stuff in my life is somehow exceptional.  Both worry and stress reek of arrogance." 
He is a Big God.  He knows Jeremy.  He knows his heart, he knows his situation, better than me.  Thankfully He is in control, not me.  Can I rejoice even when I'm feeling down?  I will.  
More from Chan's book;

"The wise man comes to God without saying a word and stands in awe of Him.  It may seem a hopeless endeavor, to gaze at the invisible God.  But Romans 1:20 tells us that through creation, we see His 'invisible qualities' and 'divine nature.'

Go to and view the "Awe Factor."

My mouth dropped open and then all the emotions I have been suppressing came forward. 
  I. Am. Speechless.  
I am. 

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.  Day after day they port forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.  There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.  Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.  Psalm 19:1-4 

Another of my favorite books is by Louie Giglio
"i am not but I know I AM."

In it he writes;

"The skies declare that I AM is huge, but Calvary affirms that I AM has the best interest of every I am not in mind at all times.  Our God is in the heavens and the whole world is under His command, but now because of Christ we can personally know how much He loves us and believe that He is using everything that comes our way for His glory and for our ultimate good.  
It is time for you and me to live as those who can never be the same because we have encountered both the great power and the great love of  I AM.  
And in the days to come, when you're questioning, needing, searching, wondering, asking, and struggling, you will find His sufficiency at the end of every desperate prayer.  When you cry out all the things that you are not, you'll know His answer is, I AM.

Lord, protect my son.

I'm not sure why I'm here.

I'm tired.

I quit!

I can't.

I need a drink.

I need a lover.

Somebody just hold me.

What does this great I AM say of Himself?  He says to you and to me:  "I am the way, I am the truth, and I am the life.  I am the resurrection and the life.  I am Savior.  I am Jesus--the solution, the restorer, the builder, the answer, the Wise One, the Coming One, the Mighty One.  I am the Lord and there is no other.  I am God and there is none besides Me.  I am the First and the Last.  I am Alpha and Omega.  I am the Beginning and the End.  I am the Lord, that is My name, and I will not give My glory to another, or any of my praise to idols.  I AM THAT I AM,  and that is My name--My memorial name to every single generation."

That include you, this generation, this time, this day, this hour, this moment.
Who am i to worry?  i am not but i know I AM.

Friday, June 12, 2009

We Have A Winner!!

Hi guys, It's me and Jeremy, our week together is fast drawing to a close but we have had a good time.  All the family came in (well all as in my side) his Fofo and Granny-ma (my folks), his sisters and nieces and nephews.  We have eaten and eaten, and eaten and eaten.  Oh my goodness I am so full. 

 Have you ever seen a young man eat a steak that hasn't had red meat in seven months?  Well, I'm just sayin, if you want to better watch fast, cause I've never seen one go so quick.  Everyone at the table just kind of watched in amazement at how fast he ate it.  Then he ate another one.  Goodness, we all started offering him our steaks cause it looked like he needed it.  

Oh, I guess we should get on with the winner of the t-shirts, soooo . . .

Wild Olive Tees

Congrats Dawn Jenkins!!  You have been selected by the ever so popular "drawing of the name from the hat."  So, if you will let me know what shirt you want and what size, I will get it ordered and sent directly to you.  Yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Good stuff. 

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Thoughts from Jeremy:

To all you ladies, thank you very much for all your kind words and support.  My men and I very much appreciate it.  

Although you didn't win (the t-shirt) doesn't mean you are not a winner cause in our eyes everyone is.  

Thank you for your continued support and prayers.  I know I feel your prayers everyday and I appreciate it.  I thank you for all that you guys do for us when we come home and while we are away.  This is not just a job but a calling and I appreciate your support.  

Your Brother in Christ,

Jeremy Buckley 

Friday, June 5, 2009

He's Home

Kristen and Jeremy are my boy/girl twins.  I remember when they were little listening to their "twin talk."  They have always been close, her picture has always been the first picture in his wallet.  Not the the girlfriend, his sister.  Well, she may be replaced now and bumped down to number 2 in his life, cause now there's "Kelsey."  (pictures later)

Uncle Jeremy meets Hadley.
Or should I say Hadley hears uncle Jeremy for the first time.

Have a great weekend everyone, I'll check back in some nest week, but I will be on a bit of a break from blogging.  Jeremy and I will be here on Friday to announce the winner of the t-shirt.  
Love to all.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

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