My sister's blog is having a contest, and if I announce it on my blog, I get entered into the drawing for the contest.
She didn't say I had to post the blog address, though! *sneaky laugh*
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Bowling with Aunt Kathy
Robert has an aunt who is very special to all of us. Her name is Kathy and she lives with her sister here in Arkansas for part of the year, then splits her time for the rest of the year in Florida with her brother and other sister (Robert's Mom).
Kathy loves spending time with the kids and is always thinking of fun things to do with them. Her sister, Gina (another wonderful aunt) helps make these special times happen. We've had swimming parties, bingo parties, Christmas parties, etc!
Anyway, a few Saturdays ago, we went to breakfast and had a bowling party for Kathy's birthday. I took some not-very-good pictures of all the fun.
Enjoy!
Kathy loves spending time with the kids and is always thinking of fun things to do with them. Her sister, Gina (another wonderful aunt) helps make these special times happen. We've had swimming parties, bingo parties, Christmas parties, etc!
Anyway, a few Saturdays ago, we went to breakfast and had a bowling party for Kathy's birthday. I took some not-very-good pictures of all the fun.
Enjoy!
Part of the breakfast bunch.
Benny with Aunt Kathy at the Ranch House Restaurant.Funny story: One of the waitresses walked up to me while we were eating breakfast and said, "Do you have an older son that eats here every weekday?" I told her yes, that my son Daniel ate breakfast there every weekday with his boss. The waitress replied, "when I saw that boy (Benny), I just KNEW they had to be brothers!"
Mama and Sammy.
Sam loves Aunt "Kaffy", that's why he sat by her, but you can't tell by the picture.
Kathy with her Tweetie Bird bowling ball, putting us all to shame.
Benny did pretty well! (I'm not mentioning that he crossed the scratch line, in fact, I'm pretty sure none of them even knew that there was a scratch line, or what it was for)
Joey after one of his turns. He was of the opinion that harder was better. I don't know if it was better, but it it was enough to knock one of the bumper lanes down!Funny story: Joey got his shoes from the "Bowling Attendant" and we went to the bench to put them on. He looked at the shoes, then back at me with a slightly worried expression. Then he said, "Have other people been wearing these shoes?" I suppressed my laughter and reassured him that they are thoroughly disinfected before we get them.
(Lord, please don't let that be a lie)
I know this a boring picture of the back of Rachel, but the "Bowling Attendant/Nazi" caught me taking pictures PAST THE LINE (gasp) and he wouldn't let me stand in front of them anymore to get a picture, so I had to take what I could get. Rachel looks pretty cute in those bowling shoes, dontcha think?
Bowling with Samuel was an experience. He preferred the "bug's eye" view, where he laid on his stomach on the floor after he let go of the ball, so he could better watch the pins fall.
Here is a fantastic shot of Andrew's back as he takes his turn. Look at the sheer determination in those back muscles. Ok, I'm obviously grasping for something to say other than, "Here's a picture of Andrew from the back".
Woohoo!! The heavy hitters have arrived!!! Matthew and Daniel were working that morning, but when they were finished, they joined us for a game.
Daniel takes his turn. I think he had the highest score overall. I'm sure if you asked him, he would most definitely remember beating Matthew!
Bowling with Samuel was an experience. He preferred the "bug's eye" view, where he laid on his stomach on the floor after he let go of the ball, so he could better watch the pins fall.
Here is a fantastic shot of Andrew's back as he takes his turn. Look at the sheer determination in those back muscles. Ok, I'm obviously grasping for something to say other than, "Here's a picture of Andrew from the back".
Woohoo!! The heavy hitters have arrived!!! Matthew and Daniel were working that morning, but when they were finished, they joined us for a game. Yes, he bowled in his cowboy hat. If he had been allowed, he would have bowled in his boots, but one must draw the line somewhere. Plus there was this "Bowling Attendant" lurking around that would have frowned on such a blatant violation of the Bowling Alley Code Of Ethics.
O.K., I just made that whole code of ethics thing up. But I'm sure the Attendant would NOT have liked the Bowling in Boots idea.
Daniel takes his turn. I think he had the highest score overall. I'm sure if you asked him, he would most definitely remember beating Matthew!
Miss Cutie Pie. Speaking of Hannah, she is voicing her need for me loudly and repeatedly, so I'd better go. Hope y'all enjoyed the post!
Friday, September 24, 2010
The Gold Dust Twins
Growing up, I remember fondly listening to crazy stories about my grandfather and his younger brother Bob, who were called the Gold Dust twins. They were only separated by about a year, and they got into plenty of mischief together.
I have my own set of Gold Dust twins, and although they're separated by two years, there's not much more that could separate them. They're tighter than glue.
Anyway, we were in the car the other day, and I just sat there listening to the two of them conversing. Here's a sample:
Benny: Hey, Andrew, what did the elephant say to the armadillo?
Andrew: Nothing, they can't talk.
Benny (trying again): What did Batman say to Robin?
Andrew: You're not real.
Looking at the expression on Andrew's face, I knew he was enjoying being a pest. Anyway, the conversation keeps going with various comments such as:
Andrew (out of the blue): I want a pet fox. Or maybe a pet raccoon.
Benny: When I grow up I'm going to have a pet bear with a collar covered in spikes on it. It's going to be trained by me to attack anyone who comes on my property without permission.
Andrew: I want to be an Indian.
Benny: Why?
Andrew: So I can hunt Buffalo.
...and on it goes. The conversation flits from one interesting/serious/foolish subject to another. It tends to get stuck on foolish quite a bit, unfortunately.
They are ther own exclusive club. Occasionally, if there's a spat, Joey or Rachel or Sam gets to join up with one or the other of the Gold Dust twins, and then there are warring factions. It all eventually calms down though, and then everything is back to normal. The Gold Dust twins forgive (maybe) and forget (probably) and get back to the fun of their exclusive club.
I don't know what they would do without one another.
By Mama
I have my own set of Gold Dust twins, and although they're separated by two years, there's not much more that could separate them. They're tighter than glue.
Anyway, we were in the car the other day, and I just sat there listening to the two of them conversing. Here's a sample:
Benny: Hey, Andrew, what did the elephant say to the armadillo?
Andrew: Nothing, they can't talk.
Benny (trying again): What did Batman say to Robin?
Andrew: You're not real.
Looking at the expression on Andrew's face, I knew he was enjoying being a pest. Anyway, the conversation keeps going with various comments such as:
Andrew (out of the blue): I want a pet fox. Or maybe a pet raccoon.
Benny: When I grow up I'm going to have a pet bear with a collar covered in spikes on it. It's going to be trained by me to attack anyone who comes on my property without permission.
Andrew: I want to be an Indian.
Benny: Why?
Andrew: So I can hunt Buffalo.
...and on it goes. The conversation flits from one interesting/serious/foolish subject to another. It tends to get stuck on foolish quite a bit, unfortunately.
They are ther own exclusive club. Occasionally, if there's a spat, Joey or Rachel or Sam gets to join up with one or the other of the Gold Dust twins, and then there are warring factions. It all eventually calms down though, and then everything is back to normal. The Gold Dust twins forgive (maybe) and forget (probably) and get back to the fun of their exclusive club.
I don't know what they would do without one another.
By Mama
Monday, September 13, 2010
Rachel Wins A Ribbon
...and not just any old ribbon. She won Best Of Show for her jalapeno peppers that she entered into the Marion County Fair. When she found out that Best of Show winners received a 25 dollar check, she was beaming! Rachel has decided that she wants to raise rabbits, so now she has the money to get started.
Sorry about the picture quality, my camera isn't working, and this is from a cell phone camera.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Mission Accomplished!
Well, Benny and I made 3 gallons of lacto-fermented salsa with our abundance of tomatoes and peppers. We were able to use our own onions this year, too! The only thing we had to buy was cilantro. It got too hot too early and our cilantro went to seed already.
Sam helped as well. His job was to push the pulse button on the food processor. It was the perfect job for him, and he was very proud of his contribution.
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Thursday, July 1, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Duty and Honor
Today is Memorial Day, and while I know that Memorial Day is traditionally the time to honor those who gave their lives in battle for their country, I want to take this time to honor the memory of my Grandfather, Kye Harris, who served honorably in World War II. He didn't lose his life for his country, but he did give his body. My grandfather was injured numerous times in battle, and the shrapnel in his body bore witness to this fact for many, many years.
Granddaddy was one of my childhood heroes, and the stories of his childhood are now familiar to my own children. He first tried to enlist at 14 years old, but when the Navy found out his true age, they sent him home. Undaunted, when he turned 15, he enlisted in the Marines, with the support of his mother. The family story is that the Marine recuiter said to him, "If you're stupid enough to join, we're stupid enough to take you."
I have a 15 year old son. The thought of sending him off to war brings me to tears, but if he grows up to be the kind of man that my Granddaddy was, I would do it in a second. I have great confidence that my sons will grow up to be strong, faithful men of God, because they have had a tremendous heritage of a faithful father, grandfathers, and great-grandfathers who instilled in our family a desire to "...do justly, love mercy and walk humbly with thy God."
My Grandfather was one of the survivors of the Battle of Iwo Jima. I am so awed by the courage and honor of the men who fought at Iwo Jima, especially as I learn more about the immense horrors of that campaign. I know that alot of veterans don't look at themselves as heroic, they just saw themselves as doing their job, doing their duty. I think that is one of the reasons why they were such heroes. They did their job, their duty, in the face of enormous odds, unthinkable danger, and overwhelming carnage. Yet they still jumped out of those boats, climbed up those mountainsides, and did their duty.
Granddaddy was very proud to be a Marine, and he took great affront when someone misspoke and asked if he had been in the Army. We grandchildren knew NEVER to say that!
We stood in awe of Granddaddy, and were always delighted to receive a loving hug or a silly song that he would make up about one of us on the spot. He was young at heart, always participating in the family volleyball or basketball games. He had the knack to win a 200 hand in Rook when most of us would never have even tried to bid!
Granddaddy was a devoted husband, always treating my Grandmother like the beautiful lady that she was. He was a loving father that raised up 5 honorable children, one of whom is my mother. Most important of all, my Granddaddy was a true man of God, determined to do his duty, no matter how hard, and no matter what the cost.
I am forever grateful to be born into a family with such a Godly heritage. My Grandfather was the standard-bearer, diligently training up his children in the way they should go. He faithfully shepherded my father and was his mentor. He imparted wisdom and instruction to his grandchildren, and has left a beautiful legacy of faithfulness to the generations yet to come.
Thank you, Lord, for the blessing of being the granddaughter of Kye Harris.
Posted by Katie
Granddaddy was one of my childhood heroes, and the stories of his childhood are now familiar to my own children. He first tried to enlist at 14 years old, but when the Navy found out his true age, they sent him home. Undaunted, when he turned 15, he enlisted in the Marines, with the support of his mother. The family story is that the Marine recuiter said to him, "If you're stupid enough to join, we're stupid enough to take you."
I have a 15 year old son. The thought of sending him off to war brings me to tears, but if he grows up to be the kind of man that my Granddaddy was, I would do it in a second. I have great confidence that my sons will grow up to be strong, faithful men of God, because they have had a tremendous heritage of a faithful father, grandfathers, and great-grandfathers who instilled in our family a desire to "...do justly, love mercy and walk humbly with thy God."
My Grandfather was one of the survivors of the Battle of Iwo Jima. I am so awed by the courage and honor of the men who fought at Iwo Jima, especially as I learn more about the immense horrors of that campaign. I know that alot of veterans don't look at themselves as heroic, they just saw themselves as doing their job, doing their duty. I think that is one of the reasons why they were such heroes. They did their job, their duty, in the face of enormous odds, unthinkable danger, and overwhelming carnage. Yet they still jumped out of those boats, climbed up those mountainsides, and did their duty.
Granddaddy was very proud to be a Marine, and he took great affront when someone misspoke and asked if he had been in the Army. We grandchildren knew NEVER to say that!
We stood in awe of Granddaddy, and were always delighted to receive a loving hug or a silly song that he would make up about one of us on the spot. He was young at heart, always participating in the family volleyball or basketball games. He had the knack to win a 200 hand in Rook when most of us would never have even tried to bid!
Granddaddy was a devoted husband, always treating my Grandmother like the beautiful lady that she was. He was a loving father that raised up 5 honorable children, one of whom is my mother. Most important of all, my Granddaddy was a true man of God, determined to do his duty, no matter how hard, and no matter what the cost.
I am forever grateful to be born into a family with such a Godly heritage. My Grandfather was the standard-bearer, diligently training up his children in the way they should go. He faithfully shepherded my father and was his mentor. He imparted wisdom and instruction to his grandchildren, and has left a beautiful legacy of faithfulness to the generations yet to come.
Thank you, Lord, for the blessing of being the granddaughter of Kye Harris.
Posted by Katie
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