Rabbit Trails

One day at the beach, it wasn't so pretty.  We don't go *all* the time, so when we do, I kind of look forward to pretty sand, a few rocks and lots of shells. This particular day was not such a great day to go.  We literally could NOT get to the water.  Mounds and mounds of seaweed stood between us and the ocean.  More was floating in.  It was really kind of strange. The seaweed was stopping the water at a point.  At a point I had never seen before. We always find ourselves talking about how the people in the mountains would like to live by the ocean, people in Kansas might like to live in a bustling city, people in a bustling city might want to live in a little rural town, people in a little rural town wish they lived in California.  There is beauty wherever you live.  Find it. Take pictures of it.  Enjoy it.  It's O.K. to like mountains if you live on flat prairie land.......but don't let it make you restless and unhappy.  The *ocean*beach*shore* that

Dear -------------, I have been fine....and I do want to blog....and write letters and look through quote books.  It just isn't happening right now. Everything that keeps me busy is good, so I can't complain. I am selling items on our local Brazoria County FACEBOOK site, giving dog baths, pulling weeds, moving things in my gardens, de-cluttering, driving Kimberly back and forth to work, sewing skirts, making rag rugs, eating corn on the cob, going camping in the rain, talking to my mom on the phone, texting pictures now that my phone is working again, watching Leave It To Beaver, ordering Croc shoes, waiting for Croc shoes in the mail, making music cd's, getting Sunday School lessons ready........thinking of WHAT to take to church to eat when we have all day services.  (you know I only have a kitchen because it came with the house) I guess I have to have a window of peace and quiet to write blogs and read blogs!   I'm getting my hair cut today, and my eyebrows waxed, th

This may be why I haven't been blogging: Sheba DOES sleep.  But when she's awake, she is REALLY awake. She's getting really big. She used to fit nicely under this stool.......now she has to crawl to get under it. Dogs like to sleep under things. See her baby teeth! I love to hear her padding from room to room.  She loves to romp. She also likes to waller with Bunny. Did you ever see the little book for children called *Five Beds For Bitsy* ? Sheba is a heartbeat at our feet. We are really enjoying her. We are excited for her to grow up and be a respectable dog. One that stands still for a bath. One that will let you play with her ears. One that will let you stick your hand in her food dish while she is eating. One that will not chew a leash in two. One that will walk and run with a leash and not pull our arms out of socket. One that will GO OUTSIDE to go potty.

Dr. J. R. Miller tells the following beautiful incident: “I sat one evening with a father and mother beside the bedside of their little child, who seemed about to leave them. We talked of the will and love of God, and, before offering prayer, I asked the parents, ‘What shall we ask God to do?’ There was a moment of silence, and then the father, with deep emotion, said, ‘We would not dare decide. Leave it to Him.’ Only God knows what will be best — to live in this world, enduring its wintry weather, or to be taken to the summerland of heaven, to grow up there, getting the crown without the conflict. We are not wise enough to decide what will be best; we would rather leave it to our Father.” I have a friend who is in the hospital. Her name is Kara. Please pray for her.

Aren't these lovely flip-flops.  NO-bunny would EVER guess where I got them. I was fixing to get rid of them..........but gave them to Lydia instead.  I didn't know she had polish that matched.  I should have known. I took a picture of Lydia.......at Taco Bell.  I missed her. Her new hair cut...........she just had a little taken off the bottom, some new layers and different bangs. (I hate bangs) Lydia and Bunny.

I can't exactly say I've committed for life...... I just have a very strong desire to donate blood. I started donating about two years ago. A family friend had some kin that had serious medical problems, so she had a *Donor Coach* park outside of her place of business. I said yes, and I'm glad I did. I used to see the coaches all around town, and even be aware that people  NEEDED blood, and that some donated. But not ME. It's because I didn't understand. Now I am sorry that I didn't make an effort to  donate all these years when I could have.   I know I have a clean bill of health and  CAN  donate, so I should. I'd say about anywhere in America,  you can locate a coach or donor center. Google something for your area. Give it a try. Even if you live in the middle of nowhere. (I get a *mini* check-up every time I donate..... and best of all, they give me my cholesterol numbers. The last time the num

Those are best friends that are friends to our souls,  and those are our worst enemies  that are enemies to our souls;  for the soul is the man,  and if the soul be lost, all is lost.   -  Matthew Henry

I want to scale the utmost height, And catch a gleam of glory bright; But still I‘ll pray, till heaven I‘ve found, Lord, lead me on to higher ground! Not many of us are living at our best, We linger in the low because we are afraid to climb the mountains. The steep and ruggedness discourage us, so we stay in the midst of the valls and never learn the mysteries of the hills, We do not know what is lost by our self-indulgence, what glory awaits if we only have the courage to climb, or what blessings we will find if we only ascend the mountains of God! J.R.Miller

The screen on our screen door didn't last very long.  The cats LOVED to crawl on it and let me know that they wanted IN, or FED.  There's hasn't been a screen on the top part all winter.   When it was cool out, I of course like the door to be open.  Jolly liked the door to be opened, too. She jumped in and out of the house randomly.  I found her lounging on the back of the love-seat one morning.  Like she thought she belonged there.  Jolly isn't the only guilty party.....Zephyr would also sit in the door (where there should have been a screen) and look at me through the kitchen window.   "Excuse me.  When are we eating?" James fixed the screen door with chicken wire.  The first few days, Jolly just stared at it in amazement.  I think she was shaken.  She seems to have accepted the fact now.    No more in and out for her.  

The oleander tree/bush we have is blooming and blooming. I like the way they look at night. It's interesting to me........ the tree/bush is used in this area a lot for landscaping and to line city streets.   Some of them do well, bloom, grow and get very large. Some wither, dry up, die. Since trees don't have a soul, thoughts or a heart, they don't reject water and sunlight. They don't say NO to the things that will help them grow. It just happens. But as Christians we can say NO. We have a choice, a will. Our heart can lead us astray. We can choose paths that make us wilt as Christians. Proverbs 4:26 Ponder the path of thy feet, and let all thy ways be established.

The poppies are still blooming. I can't seem to gather any seeds from the spent blooms. I hope to find some seeds for *blue* poppies for next year. This is a larkspur.........it isn't a great picture, but I wanted to show the variation in color. This one is whitish lavender with a light purple. I love to see the different colors that pop up in my gardens. I had one of these plants last year. I still don't know what they are for sure. One plant makes a HUGE bouquet. Aren't they a pretty color? More larkspur color variation. Day lilies aren't my favorite....... we had these growing up in our yard in Seward, Kansas. My mom had all sorts of flowers in the yard. On the North side of our house was a bed of pinkish purple phlox. They're gone now. The new yard art. I can't really fill them with bird-seed because the seed will fall on the ground and cause all sorts of weird grasses to grow.

Our new pooch.  Sheba. She's a Labrador...........a Lab/German Shepard mix. We got her at a really good price.   Free! I have secretly been wanting another dog. A big dog. Lydia has been vocal about wanting another dog. A big dog. James hasn't said much. Until I said there were some dogs offered locally.......... that fit what he would like. So, we got her. As you see, as a pup less than two months old, she is already bigger than Bunny. But Bunny has something Sheba doesn't have. ~~~~~~coordination~~~~~~~ We're excited for her to grow up. I personally can't wait for her to be house trained. She sleeps a lot because she is just a baby. Right now she is asleep under the couch. It won't be long before she can't fit under the couch. But Bunny can. That way, Bunny will always have a place to  run, when Sheba DOES get big. She's pretty cute. She cries at night. Potties on the

This is what we did the day they came over. I filled up an old wash tub with water and put balls in it. Later on, I added soap to make bubbles. It was fun. I guess. Then we ate macaroni and cheese. Bunny macaroni and cheese.

I use my phone for my alarm every morning.  I have it set to "Good Morning"....it's an irritating little song......almost condescending.  When it went off this morning,I knew it was NOT going to be  a good morning. I didn't feel any better than I had the past few mornings.  About six months? ago I had a tooth break.....only a few small pieces....but when you're talking about a tooth, it doesn't take much to cause a problem.  I knew sooner or later it was going to cause trouble.  Well.  It did.   I should have gone to the dentist last Thursday.  It was a LONG weekend waiting for some medicine.  I went Monday, got some antibiotics and a pain killer. Doc gave me a pain killer they used a long time ago because I can't seem to tolerate the *new* kinds.  It didn't work either.  Just made me sick.  The antibiotic isn't making me feel so great either.  Abscess is such an ugly word........ I have been in bed, on the couch, then back to bed........