well my baby started kindergarten this year. She has the ssame teacher that ran had last year...sweet Miss Shell. Ransom is in Grammar One and they are excited to be at the same school again! Thay sure are growing up quickly!
Monday, September 1, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Taos....
We are in Taos this week...we got here last Wednesday. This place is so relaxing and magical. Even my sweet sweet (but very workaholic) husband chills out here. pics to come later......we have been hiking and shopping and eating at all these great restaurants...so great!!!! I don't know if if I will come home!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Jerry's Daylilies
This is just one of the gorgeous daylilies that are blooming right now in the yard. Steve's sweet daddy, Jerry, had a daylily farm in Mississippi. Every visit he would arrive with a new plant or two for our very bare yard. We lost Jerry about 51/2 years ago and he is so very missed. Each time I look at these plants, I am reminded of him. He was eccentric and stubborn and so very special.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Ran's last day of school
yes, I know...school has been out for over a month and I have not posted..hey, i've been busy!!! without further adieu....here is Ran and Miss Shell, his very sweet and cute-as-can-be kindergarten teacher! Don't we all always and forever remember our kindergarten teacher.....well, according to sweet hubby, he had 4 kindergarten teachers ( no, he didn't get held back 4 years in a row for kindy...his family moved ...ALOT!)and he can't remember any of them!
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Summertime
what is it about summer that just begs for an afternoon nap? Maybe it is the (almost) daily trips to the pool or the hot Texas sun...whatever it is...it makes me sleepy!
We have been kinda busy trying to stay busy....Morning trips to the "extra size place"...that is what Copeland calls the gym...ha! I am trying to avoid an "extra size", honey!!! That is why we are here!!!! Both she and Ran have made friends with the brutal cardio teacher's kids....they also go to the water park with Vanessa and I.....Can I just say that my idea of a relaxing afternoon is NOT sitting next to my very tall and thin BFF and Cardio Queen Christi in their bikinis....c'mon girls ...cut a sista a little slack! LOVE YA!!!!!!!!!!!
We have been kinda busy trying to stay busy....Morning trips to the "extra size place"...that is what Copeland calls the gym...ha! I am trying to avoid an "extra size", honey!!! That is why we are here!!!! Both she and Ran have made friends with the brutal cardio teacher's kids....they also go to the water park with Vanessa and I.....Can I just say that my idea of a relaxing afternoon is NOT sitting next to my very tall and thin BFF and Cardio Queen Christi in their bikinis....c'mon girls ...cut a sista a little slack! LOVE YA!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Wednesday 5 year old Field Trip
Vanessa and Grant
Lorie and Copeland in shades Copeland and Grant
Well, Vanessa and I decided that really the children NEEDED a field trip... some time away...a road trip. Being the Moms of the Year that we are, we took them to the Round Rock Outlet Mall. It had nothing to do with the AnnTaylor Outlet......I mean come on, they were in dire need of new sunglasses for goodness sake!!!!
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Our Day At The Race
Thursday, May 1, 2008
I Am FROM...
I found this template on another blog and decided it would be fun...I love it! Hope you do, too!
I am from hot, humid summers and the smell of freshly cut grass and honeysuckle.
I am from mornings made of Carnation Instant Breakfast and Cream of Wheat.
I am from the big house on Dogwood Drive with the huge magnolia tree out front. My grandfather and I built a bird's nest there once...it was never occupied.
I am from the backyard filled with fireflies caught and put in a mason jar with holes poked in the lid.
I am from nights upstairs with the sliding glass door open and the sounds of tree frogs and Johnny Carson lulling me to sleep.
I am from Christmas mornings and red hair, from Ron and Sherie and Mama Ag and Daddy Jim and the Paynes and Greenfields. I am from the stubborn and the faithful and from racing home after church with my grandmother to hide in the same spot every Sunday...and my grandfather pretending to not know where we might be!
I am from Church of Christ and believe the bible is God's word and nothing shall be added to or taken away.
I am from animal lovers who believe all God's creatures deserve to be treated with decency and respect.
I am from America and points prior, though I I don't know where.
I am from roast with carrots and potatoes and tacos.
From the bull who chased my grandmother and the mad dog under her house, the shortcut my grandfather took across the railroad bridge to school and sandcastles on the beach. I am from my father who used to call me Scooter.
I am from boxes in closets filled with family memories and stories told time and again.
I am from hot, humid summers and the smell of freshly cut grass and honeysuckle.
I am from mornings made of Carnation Instant Breakfast and Cream of Wheat.
I am from the big house on Dogwood Drive with the huge magnolia tree out front. My grandfather and I built a bird's nest there once...it was never occupied.
I am from the backyard filled with fireflies caught and put in a mason jar with holes poked in the lid.
I am from nights upstairs with the sliding glass door open and the sounds of tree frogs and Johnny Carson lulling me to sleep.
I am from Christmas mornings and red hair, from Ron and Sherie and Mama Ag and Daddy Jim and the Paynes and Greenfields. I am from the stubborn and the faithful and from racing home after church with my grandmother to hide in the same spot every Sunday...and my grandfather pretending to not know where we might be!
I am from Church of Christ and believe the bible is God's word and nothing shall be added to or taken away.
I am from animal lovers who believe all God's creatures deserve to be treated with decency and respect.
I am from America and points prior, though I I don't know where.
I am from roast with carrots and potatoes and tacos.
From the bull who chased my grandmother and the mad dog under her house, the shortcut my grandfather took across the railroad bridge to school and sandcastles on the beach. I am from my father who used to call me Scooter.
I am from boxes in closets filled with family memories and stories told time and again.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Spring Flowers
Go Fly A Kite!
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