Tuesday, May 29, 2007



Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Oh Spring Chickens

This years chicken purchase all began with Dave wanting to get two new Buff Orpington chicks because he heard that they were supposed to be a docile breed. Why do we need two docile chickens? Well of course he wants the grand kids to be able to pet them or that is what he told me. Well you know I am a sucker for, yes, the grand kids. Well he and Emma went to pick up the chicks and lo and behold they came home with four.

Well I still didn't think too much of it. Our hens are still laying but Dave has been threatening to get rid of them because he just didn't think they were producing enough. I say if you had to poop out an egg a day or so, you would want to slow down too. So now he has talked himself into eight new chicks because of course it will take several months for them to lay any eggs and he is still pondering murdering our remaining eight. So I am preparing them for the worst by having them watch this:Now I consider our old gals to be pretty darn smart. Well that is except maybe one. Our barred rock (the black speckled one) is a beauty to look at and lays an egg, oh around every two or three days if she feels like it. I finally think I figured out why. For quite some time I have been hearing a weird kind of half crow, squawk coming from the hen house early in the morning. I knew we did not have any roosters left so it had to be either a rooster got in from our neighbors or maybe a transgender hen. I kept trying to figure it out and finally one morning I caught her in the act. She was out in the chicken yard flapping her wings and out came that half crow/squawk. She was the only one up and about so there was no denying it. I think perhaps she may be the first Dave takes out.

At least she hasn't laid one of these yet.


Monday, May 21, 2007

A Little Bit of Dance

Remember when we took tap, ballet and tumbling. Well I think this might be what we looked like. Very funny!
Note: Must have your sound turned up.

Friday, May 18, 2007

A Very Cool Photo From the Past

September, 1962. I had just turned five when this photo was taken. Note that we are all wearing our very hip, very cool cowboy boots. That is, except David who could be excused because he was a baby and mom probably had a terrible time trying to get plastic pants pulled up over his boots. I'm sure he screamed about having to take those boots off just for a diaper change. Now note the only other person not wearing her super cool boots is Barb, the oldest. Well you know at the ripe old age of almost nine, it was becoming uncool to wear those boots. Loretta, her pleasing compliant self probably decided that if Barb thought they were uncool, then they were really cool. Me, I knew they were just about the coolest. I wore them with everything I owned, from the terrycloth shorts outfit that mom made me to dresses and probably my pajamas, that is if I wore them. I don't rightly remember that part. See how my boots were the most highly decorated and so hence the best and coolest ever! Now look at John with his magnificent ears (as Jill says) on the end of the porch. He apparently has just done something he thought was quite comical....see how we are all smiling and looking at him. Aunt Mary, who took this picture probably thought he was being so cute. Little did she know it was probably the biggest gas explosion ever that made us all look....that is, all of us except poor little David. Look at his sour, all knowing face.

Kristi, sorry you are not in this photo. But I know you have those cute little black boots that mom bought you somewhere. Perhaps you could take a picture of those and write about them.

This could have been the year mom really wished she was in an institution. Five children ranging in ages from one to eight or nine. And to think she still didn't know that she was going to produce two more little chickens before she was done.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

It's About Time Someone Did Some Blogging!!Ha!Ha!

Hey all my lovely sisters - The sun is shining and I just thought I would do some blogging (not to be confuse with klogging). How are all of you? I still haven't posted my measurements for the arm although I took my measurements at one time and I am fairly certain the measurements I took were for my bust, waist and hips. I must have been confused. Surely my arm couldn't have those measurements. I know ---- it was all just a bad (and I do mean bad) dream. Whew! I can hardly wait till I wake up. I know I am surely just a lithe, small portion of my former self. After all, I have been on that see-food-diet - you know, the one that you eat everything you see (and then some). So far it just doesn't seem to be working. I wonder what I am doing wrong. Well anyway, I sure would welcome some of you purty girls' hints on how one so stealth could have gotten in the wrong body. I know I was born a princess but some damn fool stole the crown along with my beautiful body.

Anyway - I love you all!

Blog soooooon,

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Hello my sisters!

So, my beloved and I went to lunch two weeks ago Saturday, something we haven't done in quite awhile. I should preface this story by telling you all that as we (men in particular, I think) get older comments come out of our mouths and bypass the youthful filters we once had. In other words you think "Did I say that or did I just think that?" Anyway back to the story. It's May 5, Cinco de Miyo, and we are sitting in Cafe Zennons having lunch. Making polite conversation I mention that we should have gone somewhere and had Mexican food in honor of the holiday. He quickly responds "Why would I do that, it's not my holiday?" Taken aback and in my most refined tone I responded "I can't believe you said that, what a redneck." You may have noted he has a bit of an issue with the whole illegal immigration issue right now and it tends to color his responses. As we have learned over the past 36 years there are some things we can't agree on so we agree to have differendt opinions and then Rick realizes I'm right and comes around. Anyway, he utters his usual response when he knows he has commited a foopaw and begins to ask me about the "Fairy Fesitval" that Kallista and her little cousin were going to that afternoon. (Note: This was a fun tea, crafts, games, etc. where the children can dress up as fairies and the proceeds are to benefit the MS Foundation.) But he says "So, what about the fairies?" He quickly looks at me and says he just need to bring a shovel with him whenever he's out in public. I couldn't figure out what was going on but he would only say that he would tell me later. When we left the restaraunt he told me that there were two guys sitting at the table next to us, obviously of the domestic partner persuasion and when he said...well you get the picture. They turned and looked at him. As we left the restaraunt we were laughing(of course with him not at him) and I told him I would continue to look throughout the day for any additional groups of people he could insult such as disabled, Asian, African American. So the moral of the story is always carry a shovel and be prepared to dig your way out of yet another pile of "humble pie." Bless his heart!

Monday, May 14, 2007

"I Need This New Technology Like I Need A Paper Head"

Bet you guys can't guess who said that! So I am in the grocery store with Dave and we decide to go through the self checkout lane. Now mind you he always hated these things in the beginning. Didn't trust em, sure the evil eye devil was out to get him if he should scan a can of soup. But after forcing him to go through once or twice NOW he always wants to go through them. He loves scanning each item but as you know, his methodical ways do not make for the speediest guy around. I tend to grab and scan, throw it in the bag any old way and tap my foot impatiently as I wait for the receipt. But here is Dave, finger poised to punch in our phone number because we have forgotten our Albertsons card. But alas, as I watch the last four digits punched in are 3535. "Ummm hon, that is not our phone number". "It isn't?". "No it's not" as the scanner says "not recognized". So he punches in 3939 and hmmmmm, it works. So after watching him drag each item slowly across the scanner, a half an hour and only 4 items later (I exaggerate) I take over and he begins to hand me the remaining items. Last item....6 small onions. He lays it on the scale and I punch in the item code and wow, the onions cost $8.98 (again slight exaggeration). Look again and see that he is leaning over watching me put the code in all the while resting one hand on the scale. You gotta love him!

I had a lovely mothers day. Brian had to work but left me a gift and called me on his break to wish me a good day. But he hinted around by saying "Gosh I sure hope there is some Mothers Day left when I get home". Translate that to hope there is food left and it might be a little more accurate. Jill and Kelli fixed me a nice lunch while "not the momma" read the paper and I baked the berry pie that he bought. But to his credit, he took me to a nice dinner with his parents the night before. Besides, I am not his mom and he treats me like the queen I demand to be most days. Granted it is mostly by rolling his eyes when I snaggle, but I'm lucky.

Called mom about ten times yesterday to wish her a happy mothers day and the phone just kept ringing and ringing without going into her answering machine. So last night I became a little worried that maybe something was wrong and called Kristi to see if she had heard anything from mom. Of course she had so while we are on the phone Pat calls mom on his cel phone to see if she will pick up. She finally does and come to find out she now has call waiting but doesn't know how to use it so of course it just keeps ringing which means it must be beeping in her ear and she gabs to whomever. Kristi tells me she even hangs up to see who is calling and then says it makes her mad because it is a sales call. Oh mom! Well I think we should have done what Kristi suggested, just have Pat hold the cel phone up to their phone and I would talk to her that way or better yet I'll tell Kristi what to say and she can tell Pat and he can tell mom. Heh heh!

**Note: Dave says I exaggerate. I can't imagine why! Just so you all know, I really do appreciate him. His methodical ways lead to good decisions, well thought through where mine......, well you know.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Large Marge Arms, Chicky Butts, Mommys and Grandmas

OK so here is the fat, cow milking, brother and sister fighting arm shot (throw in a little child rearing and grandkid elbow to boot). I look like I could tear down the biggest football player around. I am searching carefully for man hair there.

No wait I like it better covered up a little....my mode of dress now. You know all this reminds me of the fact that Dad taught us to call our belly buttons a "chicky butt".

Sick man!

So now Jill is teaching Byron the same thing. I have to tell you when Lucy was trying to point out my chicky butt I had to intervene. "No no darling....mamaw doesn't have a chicky butt....it is called an ostrich a**".

That said, I will measure to meet the challenge but short of bulking up my one strong arm with weights, what do I do about the rest of me cause don't you have to exercise and quit eating? Don't know if I am up to THAT.

PS.....don't know if I'm brave enough to post the measurement. Come on you guys....if I can do this, you better.

PSS....Loretta, if you forget to sign out, no prob. Just sign out now.


Happy Mother's Day!

A Mother's Love

There is no love, like a mother's love,
no stronger bond on earth...
like the precious bond that comes from God,
to a mother, when she gives birth.

A mother's love is forever strong,
never changing for all time...
and when her children need her most,
a mother's love will shine.

God bless these special mothers,
God bless them every one...
for all the tears and heartache,
and for the special work they've done.

When her days on earth are over,
a mother's love lives on...
through many generations,
with God's blessings on each one.

Be thankful for our mothers,
for they love with a higher love...
from the power God has given,
and the strength from up above.

by Jill Lemming

Oh and I love this one:
A mother's patience
A man observed a woman in the grocery store with a 3-year-old girl in her basket. As they passed the cookie section, the child asked for cookies and her mother told her “No.”

The little girl immediately began to whine and fuss. The mother said quietly, “Now, Ellen, we just have a few more aisles to go; don’t be upset. It won’t be long.”

The man passed the mother again in the candy aisle. Of course, the little girl began to shout for candy. When she was told she couldn’t have any, she began to cry.

The mother said, “There, there, Ellen, don’t cry. Only two more aisles to go, and then we’ll be checking out.”

Later, the man happened to be behind the pair at the checkout, where the little girl immediately began to clamor for gum and burst into a terrible tantrum upon discovering there would be no gum purchased today. The mother patiently said, “Ellen, we’ll be through this check out stand in five minutes, and then you can go home and have a nice nap.”

The man decided to compliment the mother. “I couldn’t help noticing how patient you were with little Ellen.”

“Ellen?” said the mother, “I’m Ellen. My little girl’s name is Tammy!”

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Flowering Dogwood Tree

Sunday while Loretta was pampering Barb and I Dave planted the flowering dogwood that Gary and Patti bought to honor Kyla's memory. We were supposed to plant it on her birthday but it was storming so much that we just did the balloon release with the kids.

Pretty Little Girl

So Here is a picture of our little Miss Kallista. I's from pictures Jeremy and Kamisha took at the zoo a couple of weeks ago. I have some great pics of Joe and Kallista in my camera and will try to remember to upload them at home. Hope everyone has a wonderful Mom's day this weekend. Talk to you all soon.

How come my arms always look bigger in pictures?

Hello Dahlings! I'm so glad we are doing this! It will be awesome to keep in touch! My question for all of you this a.m. is how come my arms look bigger in pictures? It has got to be some weird picture trick - I just can't imagine that I have Grandma arms already!!! I'm afraid to wave at someone as I'm not sure I'll get my arms to stop waving once they start!!!! So - here is a challenge for all you Fuzi sisters - STOP THE WAVING (I know you've got it too - Grandma Haw was generous with this gift!) So, if you're up to the challenge, let's get rid of the Grandma Haw arms (sorry Grandma - no disrespect, it really is a fond memory!). I dare you to measure your arms and see if you can reduce the fluff in 30 days. Now, I've done it, I'll have to stop eating that icecream!!!! In fact - how about a before and after picture of just our arms? That is not too threatening is it???? It's not like we have to reveal our entire lovely self - just an arm! Come on, we've already seen Vonda's feet - what is a little arm picture going to hurt!!!!! Don't be chicken - you first Vonda!!!!!!

Well, I hope you all have a great day - beautiful weather. I'm off to Boise to take Lexie to her pediatric dentist for a checkup on the few teeth she has left!!!! Then we'll race back to Addie's T ball game and Jordie's baseball game. Somewhere in between we'll homeschool and I'll go to work.

P.S. - no fair on you all getting pampered - Loretta you owe me big time!!!! Bring the age spot cream!!!!

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

I Love This Lady.....Makes Me Laugh

Ask the Fruit Cake Lady


What's the Buzz

Hello to all the beautiful women in my life! I'm looking forward to keeping in touch via our 'blog' and hearing from all of you often. So, here's my catchup news. We are all relatively well considering our age. Eric is back to the old routine of living in an apartment in Portland Monday thru Friday and home for weekends. Kids are well. Aaron is going to school, working at Market of Choice on weekends and managing the apartment complex where he lives - so his life is pretty much spoken for most of the time. We only see him on 'laundry day' at mom and dads. Hopefully he'll have a little more time in the summer. Jason is working and raising 'the boy'. Jeremy and Kamisha are back in full swing with the business and Miss Kallista. Joska is finishing Spring Soccer (last game is this Saturday). He's doing well in school but of course looking forward to summer. Kallista is a pistol and as you can imagine keeping Kamisha and Jeremy on their toes as she is in full "two" mode. Everyone will be able to make the surprise birthday bash in June That sould be fun to see all the little cousins together. Picture opps galore!

Hope all is well with everyone. I'd send an updated picture of myself but let's keep the illusion of thin and beautiful a little longer for all of you. You know how you see a "large" person and say "I can't understand how someone can get so big" and then you realize that it's your reflection, well I'm there! I know one thing for sure no one will mess with Loretta, Barbara, and Vonda when they are together, dark alleys or no, we are a formidable force. It all came crashing down around me (literally) last week when in my usual mode of rushing around I had Kallista on a stool eating lunch and decided to get something in the hallway. (And of course you all know that due to another wonderful after effect of old age I for the life of me can't remember even what I was rushing around to do.) Anyway, I had removed a rug in the hallway for laundering leaving the only clean and consequently waxed and slick spot on the entire wood floor. As my lovely socked feet hit the spot they flew out from under me and I landed, no doubt looking like a beached whale. I do remember the grandfather clock jingling and I'm sure there was a shock wave sent through the house as my sweet granddaughter asked "What was that grandma?" After laying there for a couple of seconds and making sure nothing was broken I replied "It's just grandma being a silly old woman." So for the rest of the day she would say "You're a silly old woman grandma." It took me until Sunday to recuperate, I'm sure a diamond has formed in the crawl space under the house where I landed. Anyway, moral of this story is "Walk softly and carry a big piece of humble pie with you wherever you go."
Talk to all of you soon. Love,

Monday, May 7, 2007

Ummm Purty Toes

This is a recreation of my feet in the air when I decided it was better to lay down to take pictures of the family when we were releasing balloons on Kyla's birthday.

But really. I am so happy to show you my pudgy little sponge bob square feet that Loretta so kindly tried to make presentable. Isn't she sweet? I could have laid there like a hog all day and let her work on me but I don't think she had the strength or the time it would take to cover that much acreage.

So now sisters, you must jump in and say something.....come on.....a little test to see if you can make it work.