
I'm a little late getting a picture of the snow on my blog. We had two little snows and everything was so beautiful for a few minutes. This picture looks like a black and white but isn't. This is in front of my house.
All of you know that I wouldn’t have a blog if it wasn’t for these two beautiful granddaughters. Instead of carrying around a purse full of pictures I just post them on my blog for everyone to see.
When I was working in high school as the counselor I had a wonderful friend that was famous for always having pictures of her grandchildren. She never missed an opportunity to show them off.
I loved this lady. She was such a character. I am responsible for giving her the name of Ma. She always signed all of her notes with a MA, which was her first and last name. Well finally I started calling her Ma. The name caught on and everyone in school started calling her Ma.
The reason I mention this friend is because recently I accused another of my friends of being like MA and always showing off pictures of her great-granddaughter on her phone. She scolded me with the comment that I didn’t show mine off on the phone but had them splashed all over the internet on my blog. So true!
I really think blogging is so much fun. I just regret not doing it when my daughter was small and the granddaughters were babies. Several of my former students have blogs and it is so enjoyable to check in on their lives and see their beautiful families. Without Facebook, My Space and Blogging all of these people would be lost to me. Thank God for technology! It keeps me connected to the world.
So if you get tired of seeing my granddaughters, my animal stories and an occasional outing then look over at my Blog Log and visit some of the other blogs I follow. I just regret that I haven’t found many others that are out there.
I have a very talented dog. Tuff is one strange dog. He is such a roamer that he has to be on a chain most of his day. He loves to go down to the chicken house and get into stuff. The people that help with the egg house get very excited when he comes for a visit. Especially since their fluffy little Sasha came up with four little ones.
I have another problem with Tuff. He loves to take his bedding out of his house. Since his house has a wooden floor I nail the bedding down so he can’t do this. I do have a pillow that I put on top so he will have a fluffy bed to do his relaxing and he insists on taking it out. As you can see from the pictures he loves his pillow and will play with it, never tearing out the stuffing, and does all of his major naps on the pillow.
The girls with their BIG gifts-a Coach purse and a Fossil watch.
Christmas festivities started with breakfast at my house. My daughter and family came down around 9:00 a.m. and we had breakfast. I had decided to have something different. I usually have biscuits, gravy, eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, coffee and orange juice. Today I was planning to only cook bacon and ham with pancakes. Well, Sheyanne said she wanted two runny eggs, so did Madasan, so did Brett with their pancakes. I ended up cooking biscuits and pancakes so the big change went hay wire.
After breakfast we opened our gifts and then the girls search of their BIG gifts. I started this little game with my daughter and they granddaughters insist that we continue the tradition. I had seven clues scattered through the house and they have to search. They always complain that their clues are too hard and need hints to help with the search. This little effort usually takes around 20-30 minutes. Squeals of joy fill the house when they finally find their BIG gift.
They hang around for a while and finally go home to get ready for the night’s activities. We went to my brother’s house at 6:00 p.m. to meet with all of my brothers and their families. This group makes up around 30+ and is growing.
We enjoyed an abundance of wonderful food and then exchange gifts. The women bring a woman’s gift, then men bring a man’s gift and each family with small children brings gifts for them. We draw numbers and do the Chinese swap game. My brother, Richard, is in charge of rules and the swap game. He gets quite a charge out of playing this game and changing the rules to suit his needs.
Christmas is over and things will settle down for another year. We have so much to be thankful for.
Christmas shopping led the girls on an exciting road trip. They were looking for just the right pair of boots so that took some searching. Broken Bow, Idabel, Hugo,
While in Hugo they went by the cemetery and saw where Lane Frost was buried. The girls have a great fondness for bull riders and have watched his movie a zillion times.
They came home so happy. They had the right pair of boot and as you can see from the photo they found a real treasure.
Jo Ann, Carma, Julia, Pat and Charlotte
(Carma, Charlotte and I were 1954 graduates)
(Did you notice that I am the only one with gray hair???)
For the second year the retired teachers were invited to the elementary school for the Christmas Party.
I sneaked off to
My only negative for the day was paying $3.75 for a bottle of water. That really gripes me. I guess they have to make money but that is ridiculous.
I got to the movie a little early. I zipped through Sam’s in a buggy so I made good time. I have come to the point of not being able to walk any distance so I decided to ride. It was so nice. I arrived at the theatre and went to the restroom…not one person was in there. I then went into theatre 8 …not one person was in there. Around 2:15 p.m. a few people arrived but sitting there in that BIG theatre alone was a tad spooky.
After the movie I went over to
I visited the cardiologist yesterday and he prescribed some new meds. I think I determined that if I was going to get out and do anything I had better get on with it. I would like to report that I had a great day and evidentially the new meds kicked in and I didn’t have any problems.
I have my tree up and everything decorated that can be decorated. I no longer do lights on the outside since climbing a ladder has become dangerous at my age. I would be just like Humpty Dumpty should I happen to fall.
Christmas is such a special time for me. It always brings back so many wonderful memories. While growing up my mom always made it a very special occasion. We didn’t always have big and elaborate gifts, many decorations but we did have an abundance of love. Mother always did everything in her power to make Christmas special for us. My dad just sat back and smiled at all of the hustle and bustle.
I didn’t always show my appreciation for her efforts. I remember that she worked so hard to get me a beautiful doll when I was about eight years old. The doll had a pink dress and bonnet. She was beautiful but when I opened the box and saw the doll I was so disappointed. I didn’t like dolls. I preferred a gun, a ball, a bow an arrow, a horse, etc. I will never forget the look on her face when she saw my disappointment. After that Christmas I never got another doll.
I finally learned to appreciate the gifts that were given with love. My husband gave me a gosh-awful ugly coat on our first Christmas. It was not anything I wanted to be seen in but he thought it was beautiful so I wore it.
There are so many wonderful memories that overshadow the minor little bad gift memories. I received many great gifts but stored back in my memory bank are those little bad experiences. Wonder why we do that?
I will always remember when our daughter came to live with us. She arrived in September at the beautiful age of three months. Our first Christmas with her was so special. She was young but since we had been married fifteen years, before her arrival, we were ready for some new excitement. She was just big enough to love the lights and the glitter of the decorations. We probably went overboard with gifts but we had been saving up for this child. From that Christmas on she always made our Christmases full of excitement.
I have many precious memories of my days at the elementary school. Secret Santa was a special treat each year. You never knew what might turn up in your mail box. Those were the days.
Now I have two granddaughters that carry on the tradition. They insist that I carry on the same traditions that I created with my daughter.
It is also a sad time because of the loved ones that are no longer with us. As I grow older the number continues to grow.
I want to wish a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my blog readers. I am a lousy writer and don’t always use the right verb and often let my participles dangle but I push on. (I’m so proud my friend Helen, doesn’t have a computer.)
Seventeen of us gathered at the fellowship room to enjoy refreshments and reveal our Secret Sister.
Several months ago we were given a name and this was our Secret Sister. Gifts, notes, cards, etc., are given during the designated time and then we have a party to reveal the one that has been showering us with goodies.
We also had a recipe exchange. Each of us was to bring one of our favorite recipes and the ingredients to make it. We then played a Right/Left Game written into The Night before Christmas. Packages were shuffled around until the poem was completed. I got a chocolate calk recipe and ingredients from my dear friend, Edna. As soon as the batch of brownies is gone I will make it.
We enjoyed good food, good company and a relaxing good time.
JO ANN’S FIRST DAY OF DECEMBER
Twenty three days two hours six minutes and forty nine seconds till Christmas. (When I checked a few minutes ago.) This day has been filled with all of the stuff that fills my life each day. I thought I would share a glimpse of what goes on in my world. Most of the time I tell you about my granddaughters but today I will tell you about MY DAY.
I got up around 8:30, had breakfast, got a bath and got dressed to go to the gym. Suzanne and I started going to the gym in
Now remember I am ready at 9:30 a.m. just sitting and waiting for her to be ready. She called at 12:15 and said she was ready.
We left and on our way we decided to stop and see my new great niece that lives on our way to
Finally we left and continued on our way to the gym. We arrived there around 1:30 p.m. and worked out for about an hour. After working so hard we had to have lunch so we hit Subway for sandwiches. Suzanne always tries something new and I always have the tuna with sweet pickled peppers.
After we ate our fill we went down to Wal-Mart and filled up the car and headed home. I stopped at the post office and got the mail and finally got home.
I had ordered me a air pistol to shoot pesky squirrels and two goats that stand on my front porch. I got the gun in the mail today and was anxious to try it out on Billy Tom that insists on chewing my door wreath.
I finally read the directions on how to make the gun work and went outside to try it out. The little female goat greeted me and I took a couple of shots at her and she headed to the back. I followed looking for Billy Tom and low and behold there he was with his feet sticking in the air as dead as could be. Something had already gotten to him. I knew the air pistol wouldn’t hurt him but would maybe scare him away from my porches but it was all in vain. HE WAS DEAD!
The girls got all excited over the unexpected death of Billy Tom (that is what they had named him). I was a tad disappointed that I didn’t get to scare him with the new gun. He would just dare you to scare him off and was in need of being taught a lesson. I missed my opportunity…
Now it was time to get ready for a gathering of the Bunco Babes. We were playing Bunco up at Rachel’s house.
Fifteen of us gathered to enjoy the night. Rachel had a great meal prepared for us and finally we got with the playing of Bunco. We always have such a fun and relaxing time and I always seem to embarrass myself one way or another. You can see from looking at the pictures that this is one crazy bunch.
This pretty much was my day. We got home around 8:45 and I settled in to watching Sherri on Life Time until I decided to write this book for my blog. What a day in the life of an old 73 year old broad!
Michale, Halton and Jo
My brother, Thomas's family:Alan, wife Paula, Brian and Sonia
Michiel, Joanna and son Halton
Richard, Ronnie and Jo Ann
Madasan and my daughter Suzanne.
I have been pretty slow getting around to telling you about Madasan’s great success at the Arkansas State Fair. I was really waiting for her pictures to come in but since they are still not here I thought I would post now and wait for the pictures.