Monday, January 5, 2009


Colt, I know that you willl never read this but here it is. =) Congrats on the Bowl win and being named MVP. The game just ended and I watched your acceptance speech. We live on the back side of your grandparents land and your granddaddy Burl was out working on his fence a couple weeks ago. Our dogs were going crazy out there so I thought it was a rattlesnake...but it wasn't, it was your grandad. I told him that I bet they were mighty proud of you. He said they sure are but their biggest hope is that you keep your head on straight. I know that he would be so proud of you right now because the very first thanks you gave were to Jesus Christ, your Lord and Savior. I know that you will one day make it big in the NFL and you will be in the perfect position not only to say those words but to show others that you live those word I know your whole family does. Gosh, I remember watching your dad and your uncle Michael play football in high school. Seems like just yesterday. =)

Sunday, January 4, 2009

The Trouble Tree

This is a great story. I need to put a tree up. Thank you to the author this, whomever you may be.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

T'was the month after Christmas

T'was the month after Christmas, and all through the house,
nothing would fit me, not even a blouse;
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I had to taste,
at the holiday parties had gone to my waist;

When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber),
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared,
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared;

The wine and the rum balls; the bread and the cheese,
and the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt,
and prepared once again to do battle with dirt,
I said to myself, as only I can,
"You can't spend winter disguised as a man!"

So, away with the last of the sour cream dip.
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished,
'til all the additional ounces have vanished.

I won't have a cookie--not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.

I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore,
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!

--author unknown

Friday, January 2, 2009

Kids keep on growing

I sure hope that i can keep a better track of this blog this year than I have in the past. Briana has been visiting for Christmas break and will be leaving all too soon. It has been wonderful to have her home. The boys have sure loved being around their big sister. She took some wonderful photos last week that I want to share. I think she has quite an eye for photography. She does come by in honestly since we have several professional photographers and amateur photographers in the family.
Marshall : 7
Morgan: 5
Blake: 11

Blake has a penchant for photography too and got in on the picture taking that day. He took a great picture of Briana (16)

I'll have to load more pictures in my Webshots album: