Monday, September 15

It was Monday alrighty......

I only like before and after pictures.....
if they don't involve ME
being embarrassed.
My gardens have been neglected.
I LOVE to garden,
but I don't like to feel like
I need to call out the
National Guard
for help.
I like to keep up on things.
I failed my gardens this summer.
Things got WAY out of hand......
we had a rainy, rainy, the weeds have been quite happy,
and quite busy.
This is the second pair of gloves I had on today. 
The first ones were pathetic.
These are the ones that got blood on them.
I was outside from around 9 until 5?
Yes, I took breaks.
One pretty long one when Roy Rogers came on.....
and ice cream was in my bowl.

I swept, tidied everything up.

I pulled weeds and carted them to the sidewalk pile.
I put rabbits in better places.

And, I pinched my finger between
two of these scalloped bricks....
that it bled.
My finger literally popped on the end.
I took a break then, too.
I've been flower gardening and doing yard
stuff since we moved here over 24 years ago.
I have NEVER hurt myself as bad as I
did today.
I've been bitten by mosquitos and red ants
and have gotten poked by rose bushes.....
but today was the worst.

I cleaned this corner.
Now, it looks like you can sit in this chair,
and drink something cold.
But don't.
The chair is almost rusted to the ground.
It's now yard art.

I was in Kansas in August.....and my sister gave me these rocks.
They were from my Granma's garden in Kansas.
Everything my Granma did was very neat and tidy.
Even her rocks were nice.
I'm glad I've got some of them.
I'm glad I finally took them out of the bag they've been in
for over a month.

So, everything is THIS garden is all fixed.
I have more to do.
Some of it might still need the
National Guard.
We'll see.

Just some friendly advice.....
take it or leave it.

Never MAKE more gardens in your yard
then you can take care of.

Never have more kids than you can home-school.

Sunday, September 14

When Does God Hear Us?

"God doesn't JUST hear us when we pray."  JCM August 2014
God hears our prayers, and everything else.  Do you think God just hears your cries for help but not your complaints?  Do you think God hears your words in time of need, but not your whining?  Do you think God just hears you when your soul is vexed.....but not when you're taking His name in vain?  
This is what God hears:
dark sayings, minced oaths, encouraging words, praise, gossip, songs, secrets, phone calls, lies, truth, all conversations, whispers, exclamations, murmurings, disputings, confessions, judgments,
clean jokes, dirty jokes, bad language, backbiting, talebearing, questions, answers......
So yes,
God hears your prayers.
And everything else.
Ecclesiastes 5:2  (KJV)
 Be not rash with thy mouth, and let not thine heart be hasty to utter any thing before God:
 for God is in heaven, and thou upon earth: therefore let thy words be few.
Matthew 12:36
But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak,
 they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment.

James 3:11 (KJV)
 Doth a fountain send forth at the same place
 sweet water and bitter?
Psalm 19:14  (KJV)
 Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart,
 be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength, and my redeemer.
 Proverbs 4:23
Keep thy heart with all diligence;
 for out of it are the issues of life.
James 3:2King  (KJV) For in many things we offend all.
 If any man offend not in word,
 the same is a perfect man,
 and able also to bridle the whole body.

Saturday, September 13

Happy Birthday

Friday night we're at Sara's apartment for the
birthday party.
I remember when they were born.
During hurricane Rita.
I flew to Mississippi,
the twins were born,
James came to get me and
enjoy the twins,
but had to drive back to Freeport
to get the girls because
of the hurricane.
What a week.
On our way HOME from Mississippi,
we met the hurricane coming through the area....
and it was all calm on the coast when we got home.

Cousin Jonathan.
Always has a smile ready.

Ice cream cake.
Not a good idea.
In Freeport.
In September.

Saturday was the Spa Party for Alisa.
She turned six.
I can remember when she was born.
It was during hurricane Ike.
Why don't we all have babies during
hurricane season?

This is what went on.....

I thought these were just pretty fun.
The old people got bowls of
fluffy pumpkin stuff.
Heather starts in with the pumpkin stuff
in August.....

I love this last picture.
These three girls must be at the age where they
could not,
all three,
look at me,
at the same time.
This is not the only picture I took trying to get it to happen.


Tuesday, September 9

On a lighter, sweeter note......

In my efforts to make the house and other
thing smell good,
I gather lots of things around me in hopes
to do just that thing.
Sometimes it's a fail,
sometimes it works.
Incense, candles, spray, perfume, cleaners,
soaps, flowers, foamy things, oils, and a few other things.....
all in an effort to make the house,
and other things,
smell like a home.
Clove, rose, lavender, violet, radish (yes, radish).....
patchouli and pink pepper!

In all my efforts,
nothing smells as good as
coffee brewing.
Even bad coffee can smell good.

Monday, September 8

A Tale Of Two Bedrooms

"I have sometimes sat alone here of an evening,
 listening, until I have made the echoes out to be
 the echoes of all the footsteps
 that are coming by and by into our lives."
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”  
“A multitude of people and yet solitude.”  
from the book
*A Tale Of Two Cities*

When we first moved in to this house over 20 years ago,
the boys got the smaller room,
the girls got the larger one.
At that time, we only had two girls and two boys.
How did we know that we would end up
having more girls than boys?
And that they would need the bigger room.

The two rooms have been through big changes,
but none as big as the ones lately.

The *girl* room is now the Sleeping Room.
The guest room.
The room is ready, which means nothing will have to be
DONE to get it ready when somebunny comes to see us.

I called it the Sleeping Room,
because I am ONLY going to put
sleeping type things in there.
I know me.....and it would be easy to
just put other things in there that don't pertain
to sleeping. 

Klarisa shopped around the house and found this book,
decoratively put it on the suitcase pile and said:
"Nothing says sleep like flowers on a book!"

 The boy room is now the sewing room.
Daniel painted it the color of the inside of a submarine.
Kimberly painted it the color of a neon rainbow.
I guess I'll keep it that color.
Nothing says SEW like lime green......

I still have some work to do in this room.
Gotta fill up some empty spaces.
Flat surfaces should not be empty.

My sewing machine,
waiting to make an apron.

I have lots of random things that help me sew.
Little baskets made out of sticks.
Old baby bath-tubs.

I, in jest, many times have said,
"I wish somebody would back a truck up to the
house and give me lots of fabric."
Well, it happened.
A friend gave me 7 large keepers,
filled to the top,
with fabric.
This is just a small part of what I have.
As soon as I get over this summer cold,
and nagging wisdom tooth issue,
I plan to sew and sew and sew.

The bedrooms used to hold kids and their things.
Can't go back.
The rooms now hold my things.
Daniel once said that this house screamed of six kids.
Now, it's kind of just an echo.
People go.
Rooms stay.
I keep the doors opened
on both of them,
so I will be sure
to be connected to reality.

Sunday, September 7

I Can Keep A Secret......

Exciting morning in San Marcos.
Pretty table,
good coffee.

Getting to know David....
and his parents.

Kimberly said,
what she always said,
to me.....
"Close my door, driver!"
I miss that.

Why of COURSE we want to eat at Salt-Grass.
Perfect place for a surprise.

Celebrating Kimberly's birthday a bit late....
turned into something else.

Will you marry me?  he asked?
Yes!  she answered!

I can't say for sure what both of them are gasping about.....
but there was a whole group of people in the doorway
that witnessed the whole proposal...
and they all cheered and clapped.

Not losing a daughter,
just gaining another son.

So, we go do a few *local* things.
Except fish.
We didn't fish.
We DID get to take a ride in a glass bottom boat.
You'd think as old as I am,
that I would have done that before!
Had a very nice time with the Burkhart family.

This picture (below)
 isn't real clear.
This is usually what happens to my
It goes round and round and round,
makes some noise,
then goes into a place where nobody can see.
To join quarters, nickels and dimes.

This is close to where David lives.
This is why I worry about my kids
when I don't know for sure where they are.
I guess it's a mom thing.