Christmas 2014

Christmas 2014

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Friday, December 05, 2014

WHAT CHILD IS THIS.....

This child pictured with his parents is our father.  He was born on this day 100 years ago.
 12-05-1914 Dad's 100th Birthday today.
June 19, 2008 Ronnie Bennett of THE ELDER STORYTELLING PLACE was kind enough to share the story I wrote about our dad's life titled "LITTLE OWEN".   He was an amazing man and minister in the Methodist Church for 40 1/2 years and beyond retirement.  He was loved immensely by family, friends and church members. 
Happy 100th Birthday Daddy:)

Thursday, November 27, 2014

FROM OUR HOUSE TO YOURS

HAPPY THANKSGIVING:-)
(Slim is the only one awake to join me in sending this wish. Precious family is scattered everywhere in slumber. Soon the place will be rocking.)

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

THE GATHERING

The question was, “When can you NOT come?” She was looking for a special party date and ask the intended attendees for this information. We provided our occupied dates which left her our free dates and narrowed it down to one day that we all would be available. The gathering was scheduled. There would be eight of us. All showed up.

It took place Friday. There was lots of hugging. There were lots of tears. There was a tremendous amount of raucous laughter. The delicious meal was hardly noticed for all the non-stop talking and remembering.

A little bank had been started in the 70's and we were the early crew. The founding President and his spouse had invited us to their home to talk about old times. It was a great feeling to recall when banking was fun, fair and honest. A time when loyalty had been a primary part of the hiring equation.
A time when trust had been a primary part of the bank and customer equation. A time before deregulation and “merger madness” when you would go to sleep working for one bank and wake up working for another.

The retired bank President, CEO and major shareholder of our little bank had called us together to say “thank you” for all we did to grow that little bank and his personal success.

We said “thank you” to them for bringing us together to remember a time when our career choices counted for something good and lasting friendships were formed.

Have any of you attended company reunions after retirement and were they good or bad experiences? If you haven't retired yet, do you believe you would ever attend such a reunion? Have you formed any genuine friendships among coworkers or only passing acquaintances?

Monday, November 24, 2014

UNFAIR? I WILL SHOW YOU UNFAIR!!

Question Of The Week 11-24-17

SHOULD CHILDREN BE SHELTERED FROM UNHAPPINESS?


Sunday, November 23, 2014

LAME PEACHES JACKSON

This is the funniest email I have received in ages.  Our blog friend RIOT KITTY sent it to me. Just have to share it to make you laugh too.  Don't skip it just because it looks long.  It is a fast and funny read.

MUSIC 101: RULES OF THE BLUES
(unknown author)

1.
Most Blues begin, "Woke up this morning..."

2.
"I got a good woman" is a bad way to begin the Blues, unless you stick something nasty in the next line like, "I got a good woman, with the meanest face in town."

3.
The Blues is simple. After you get the first line right, repeat it. Then find something that rhymes... sort of: "Got a good woman with the meanest face in town. Yes, I got a good woman with the meanest face in town. Got teeth like Margaret Thatcher, and she weigh 500 pound."

4.
The Blues is not about choice. You stuck in a ditch, you stuck in a ditch--ain't no way out.

5.
Blues cars: Chevys, Fords, Cadillacs and broken-down trucks. Blues don't travel in Volvos, BMWs, or Sport Utility Vehicles. Most Blues transportation is a Greyhound bus or a southbound train. Jet aircraft and company motor pools ain't even in the running. Walkin' plays a major part in the blues lifestyle. So does fixin' to die.

6.
Teenagers can't sing the Blues. They ain't fixin' to die yet. Adults sing the Blues. In Blues, "adulthood" means being old enough to get the electric chair if you shoot a man in Memphis.

7.
Blues can take place in New York City but not in Hawaii or any place in Canada. Hard times in Minneapolis or Seattle is probably just clinical depression. Chicago, St. Louis, and Kansas City are still the best places to have the Blues. You cannot have the blues in any place that don't get rain.

8.
A man with male pattern baldness ain't the blues. A woman with male pattern baldness is. Breaking your leg cause you were skiing is not the blues. Breaking your leg 'cause a alligator be chompin' on it is.

9.
You can't have no Blues in a office or a shopping mall. The lighting is wrong. Go outside to the parking lot or sit by the dumpster.

10.
Good places for the Blues:

a. Highway


b. Jailhouse


c. An empty bed


d. Bottom of a whiskey glass


11.
Bad places for the Blues:

a. Nordstrom's


b. Gallery openings


c. Ivy league institutions


d. Golf courses


12.
No one will believe it's the Blues if you wear a suit, 'less you happen to be a old ethnic person, and you slept in it.

13.
You have the right to sing the Blues if:

a. You older than dirt


b. You blind


c. You shot a man in Memphis


d. You can't be satisfied


14.
You don't have the right to sing the Blues if:

a. You have all your teeth


b. You were once blind but now can see


c. The man in Memphis lived


d. You have a pension fund


15.
Blues is not a matter of color. It's a matter of bad luck. Tiger Woods cannot sing the blues. Sonny Liston could. Ugly white people also got a leg up on the blues.

16.
If you ask for water and your darlin' give you gasoline, it's the Blues

17.
Other acceptable Blues beverages are:

a. Cheap wine


b. Whiskey or bourbon


c. Muddy water


d. Nasty black coffee


18.
The following are NOT Blues beverages:

a. Perrier


b. Chardonnay


c. Snapple


d. Slim Fast


19.
If death occurs in a cheap motel or a Mississippi Delta shotgun shack, it's a Blues death. Stabbed in the back by a jealous lover is another Blues way to die. So is the electric chair, substance abuse and dying lonely on a broke-down cot. You can't have a Blues death if you die during a tennis match or while getting liposuction.

20.
Some Blues names for women:

a. Sadie


b. Big Mama


c. Bessie


d. Fat River Dumpling


21.
Some Blues names for men:

a. Joe


b. Willie


c. Little Willie


d. Big Willie


22.
Persons with names like Michelle, Amber, Debbie, and Heather can't sing the Blues no matter how many men they shoot in Memphis.

23.
Make your own Blues name Starter Kit: a. name of physical infirmity (Blind, Cripple, Lame, etc.) b. first name plus name of fruit (Lemon, Lime, Melon, Kiwi, etc.) c. last name of President (Jefferson, Johnson, Fillmore, etc.) For example: Blind Lime Jefferson, Jackleg Lemon Johnson or Cripple Kiwi Fillmore, etc. (Well, maybe not "Kiwi.")

24.
I don't care how tragic your life: if you own even one computer, you cannot sing the blues

Thursday, November 20, 2014

HOUSEWARMING GIFT

Slim about 6 months old.
We had not lived here very long when Slim showed up. She was running with a pack of strays and she was a little less than 6 months old. She almost looked black because she was a tick-infested, scrawny, walking rib-cage of a puppy that moved in through a hail of pellets to become our beloved pet. One of her parents had to be a BMC (Black Mouth Cur) because she has all the characteristics. Slim was/is a good, good beautiful smart doggie!

Ron tried to chase her off in April, 2006, with the other strays but even with pellets flying toward her she got into a crawl and kept on coming. Finally Ron said, “Okay, you can stay.” That was almost nine years ago.

We got her all cleaned up and vet checked but we debated making her a house pet. Ron did not want a dog in the house. He knew she was a good dog by her build and she would make a wonderful farm dog. She was so friendly and happy, I loved her from the get-go and she started right in helping me herd the chickens.

My mom died in 2007 and then next thing I knew, Slim was in the house. Ron simply opened the door to her, knowing she would be a wonderful comfort to me at that time. She is such a good girl and I am always proud when friends and family brag about how smart she is. 

Yes she is smart and so was Ron to recognize her determination to join our family. She remains my best friend especially now that Ron is gone too and we miss him together.

Here is Slim now.
A pampered pet, she always keeps watch and is ready to protect me and all our critters on NOL-NOC Estates.