Do you remember Ed "Too Tall" Jones? He played football for the Dallas Cowboys in the 1970's, a huge seven foot defensive end who weighed well over 300 pounds.
Can you imagine lining up against him, a giant of a man, and getting mentally prepared to be smushed like a bug?
34 is watching a football game, and a commercial came on with Jones in his sock feet and a hospital gown standing on a doctor's office scale. A little nurse was attempting to measure him with the metal stick, but the stick wasn't long enough. Next to the little nurse, Jones' profile was enormous.
Changing gears here, today I spoke in length with a friend who is facing what looks like some monstrous issues. To consider her problems in the flesh, they look positively overwhelming and insurmountable. Many people in her situation crumble; many couples cannot hold a marriage together through this type of circumstance. Friends dessert. People are aghast. I'm telling you, this is a situation NOBODY ever wants to face. It's like being lined up against "Too Tall" and waiting for his crushing blow.
But, God. The Great I AM. His promises are "Yes, and Amen." He is above and beyond the giants and the monsters. He is around and under his daughters and sons. He is Just and Faithful. His Sovereignty and Righteousness reign forever.
Our perspective must include the spiritual, not just what we see with our physical eyes. We may not see justice and truth take precedence or become the final ruling. Therefore, our faith must have spiritual vision beyond what we can imagine or think to carry us through and beyond the "Too Talls."
It's comforting to know that God has the final word, that His Grace and Mercy cover those besetting things in life, that the battle is His, and, in the end, the victory is ours.
Amen and Amen.
God bless you in 2010.
P.S. Calling prayer warriors to fervently pray for Cindy.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
And The Next Recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize Is...
ANYBODY!!!
I think I'll go here for my next oil change.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
See you in the funny papers!
Aggie Quilts
The old Aggie joke goes like this: A lucky Aggie won a whopping $20,000,000 and went to pick up all his money. When he got there, the guy in charge of the money said it would be paid to him over a twenty year period. The Aggie got mad and yelled, "If you're not going to give me all my money, then I want my dollar back!"
No offense to Aggies out there; heck, I are one! Well, I consider myself one since I received my PhT degree from Texas A&M at College Station. (That's PhT for 'putting hubby through', and only his senior year at that.) I never actually attended there, although I was enrolled before 34 and I moved for his first job after college graduation. I did work at the O&M building (oceanography/meteorology department) as a little 19 year old "secretary." Aggie by osmosis. That's my claim.
Nevertheless, our ties with TAMU remain strong: 34's brother and my three brothers-in-law are graduates; my niece Jamie and our Kid #3 attend A&M. Numerous other relatives and friends are Aggies. Proud tradition. There is absolutely nothing that compares to Aggie tradition and spirit. Nothing.
Two lovely ladies contacted me back in November about making Aggie T-shirt quilts for their daughters for Christmas gifts. So, while my computer was in China getting a new motherboard, I was sewing like a mad woman getting these beautiful Aggie quilts ready for some lucky girls to snuggle under on these frosty winter nights.
No offense to Aggies out there; heck, I are one! Well, I consider myself one since I received my PhT degree from Texas A&M at College Station. (That's PhT for 'putting hubby through', and only his senior year at that.) I never actually attended there, although I was enrolled before 34 and I moved for his first job after college graduation. I did work at the O&M building (oceanography/meteorology department) as a little 19 year old "secretary." Aggie by osmosis. That's my claim.
Nevertheless, our ties with TAMU remain strong: 34's brother and my three brothers-in-law are graduates; my niece Jamie and our Kid #3 attend A&M. Numerous other relatives and friends are Aggies. Proud tradition. There is absolutely nothing that compares to Aggie tradition and spirit. Nothing.
Two lovely ladies contacted me back in November about making Aggie T-shirt quilts for their daughters for Christmas gifts. So, while my computer was in China getting a new motherboard, I was sewing like a mad woman getting these beautiful Aggie quilts ready for some lucky girls to snuggle under on these frosty winter nights.
I especially like the Longhorn square with the scripture: "I will cut off the horns of all the wicked." Psalm 75:10
No offense to Longhorn fans, either. My brother's a Longhorn. Traitor. What do Longhorns call Aggies? Boss.
Gig 'Em!
Monday, December 28, 2009
It Was a Very Merry Christmas
I've been around the blogs and checked. It was, indeed, a very Merry Christmas.
My heart overflows with gratitude to the Lord for family, friends, and a time to recognize the Incarnate God-man, The Christ, coming to earth to rescue and save me...and you. A perfect little baby, a holy miracle, born of God's Spirit and a young virgin, who was sent by God Himself to save any person born into this sinful world who needs and wants a Savior.
Early in Jesus' ministry, He spoke these words, "The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly." (The New King James Version St. John Chapter 10 Verse 10)
My heart overflows with gratitude to the Lord for family, friends, and a time to recognize the Incarnate God-man, The Christ, coming to earth to rescue and save me...and you. A perfect little baby, a holy miracle, born of God's Spirit and a young virgin, who was sent by God Himself to save any person born into this sinful world who needs and wants a Savior.
Early in Jesus' ministry, He spoke these words, "The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly." (The New King James Version St. John Chapter 10 Verse 10)
Awesome! Jesus came to give us LIFE, and LIFE ABUNDANTLY.
Oh, yes, we've been blessed.
Queen Mother, cancer-free and recovering
Gorgeous nieces Caroline and Jamie
Peter (nephew), Nikki (niece), Kid #5 Mary, Megan (niece)
Peter with more nephews - Kyle and Aaron
Chris ('adopted' son) and Kid #4 Sam
Girlfriend Heather and Kid #2 Rich
and Kid #3 Goober
What a lovely little snow for a beautiful family dinner!
Some of you might wonder 'where's Brin?' For those of you who know her from her blog, it was her's and my agreement that we wouldn't post each other's pictures, but she was there.
Yes, thank the Lord for His grace, mercy, and abundance this Christmas season. Bless the Wonderful Name of Jesus.
Happy New Year 2010!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
A Child Has Been Born For Us
For unto us a child is born,
unto us a son is given:
and the government shall be
upon His shoulder:
and His name shall be called
Wonderful
Counselor
THE ALMIGHTY GOD
The Everlasting Father
The Prince of Peace
And the Word was made flesh,
and dwelt among us,
and we beheld His Glory,
the Glory as of
the only begotten
of the Father,
full of grace and truth.
Taken from the King James Version
Isaiah 9:6, John 1:14
Monday, December 14, 2009
Monday List and When Is Old Old?
Hello, Friends.
As has been my short history in Blogworld, my intention was to keep to some sort of scheduled postings. There are some people that appreciate that kind of order, such as I. To me, it's akin to a preacher's sermon; without a fairly definite outline to follow, I'm kind of lost and can't get my mind to follow ramblings too well.
However, with my ADHD problem, I'm weary of my Monday List, and maybe you are, too. I will not stop keeping my lists; I haven't flipped my lid. But, with a busy household, things keep changing on me all the time, and my stupid list ends up in next week, and the next, and the next... blah-b-blah-b-blah-b-blah...
My right knee has been hurting this weekend into today. I've been hobbling around like an old lady. This morning, Kid #5 and I drove to the mall to do some Christmas shopping. We were in a little shop that had an ear piercing stool. I asked the clerk, who was about my age, if I could just sit on the stool while Mary shopped.
As I was sitting there, she and I struck up a conversation. I thanked her for letting me sit on the stool and told her my knee had been hurting. So she said, "My grandmother used to spray WD-40 on her joints when they would hurt, and they would stop throbbing." Really? I'll have to try that, I told her.
By the time I got home, I'd forgotten about the WD-40, even though my knee was still talking to me. As I entered the house, my storm door let out a terrible screeeeeech, and I remembered the WD-40. So I sprayed the door's hinges and went directly to the bathroom and sprayed my knee, rubbing it in real good. Guess what happened? Yep. You know it. Gosh, I really felt old. Later, I'm going to spray my elbow.
So, how old is old? Let me tell you. Do you remember several postings ago talking about my Grandmother? She is 108, born in 1901. Today, she was admitted into the hospital with complications of congestive heart failure. God bless her. I think 108 is old. She told my mother and aunt, "I won't live forever."
Grandmother, you've already lived forever. No need to up and die now. Just think. You saw the Wright brothers' first flight; you remember the horse and buggy days and had one of the first Studebakers; WWI and the Russian Revolution; women's liberation and voting for Al Smith in 1928; the depression; WWII; the swingin' 50's and Elvis; and you can remember the rest. You might as well wait until Jesus comes now.
My mother-in-law was here over the weekend. She and I just so happened to have a similar conversation. Maybe we were talking about my knee. I can't remember. But, she said, "I don't feel old in my mind, only in my body." So, are you really old if you're of a sound mind? What if the mind goes but the body is still spry?
When is old old?
Whenever that is, I'm trying to hold it off with WD-40.
See you in the funny papers.
As has been my short history in Blogworld, my intention was to keep to some sort of scheduled postings. There are some people that appreciate that kind of order, such as I. To me, it's akin to a preacher's sermon; without a fairly definite outline to follow, I'm kind of lost and can't get my mind to follow ramblings too well.
However, with my ADHD problem, I'm weary of my Monday List, and maybe you are, too. I will not stop keeping my lists; I haven't flipped my lid. But, with a busy household, things keep changing on me all the time, and my stupid list ends up in next week, and the next, and the next... blah-b-blah-b-blah-b-blah...
My right knee has been hurting this weekend into today. I've been hobbling around like an old lady. This morning, Kid #5 and I drove to the mall to do some Christmas shopping. We were in a little shop that had an ear piercing stool. I asked the clerk, who was about my age, if I could just sit on the stool while Mary shopped.
As I was sitting there, she and I struck up a conversation. I thanked her for letting me sit on the stool and told her my knee had been hurting. So she said, "My grandmother used to spray WD-40 on her joints when they would hurt, and they would stop throbbing." Really? I'll have to try that, I told her.
By the time I got home, I'd forgotten about the WD-40, even though my knee was still talking to me. As I entered the house, my storm door let out a terrible screeeeeech, and I remembered the WD-40. So I sprayed the door's hinges and went directly to the bathroom and sprayed my knee, rubbing it in real good. Guess what happened? Yep. You know it. Gosh, I really felt old. Later, I'm going to spray my elbow.
So, how old is old? Let me tell you. Do you remember several postings ago talking about my Grandmother? She is 108, born in 1901. Today, she was admitted into the hospital with complications of congestive heart failure. God bless her. I think 108 is old. She told my mother and aunt, "I won't live forever."
Grandmother, you've already lived forever. No need to up and die now. Just think. You saw the Wright brothers' first flight; you remember the horse and buggy days and had one of the first Studebakers; WWI and the Russian Revolution; women's liberation and voting for Al Smith in 1928; the depression; WWII; the swingin' 50's and Elvis; and you can remember the rest. You might as well wait until Jesus comes now.
My mother-in-law was here over the weekend. She and I just so happened to have a similar conversation. Maybe we were talking about my knee. I can't remember. But, she said, "I don't feel old in my mind, only in my body." So, are you really old if you're of a sound mind? What if the mind goes but the body is still spry?
When is old old?
Whenever that is, I'm trying to hold it off with WD-40.
See you in the funny papers.
Sunday's Ten Minute Report
Good evening, All You Dallas Cowboys Fans and Non-Fans Alike!
Yes, tonight, I would like to begin with a little butt chewing and an open letter.
Dear Jerry Jones,
I saw you in the owner's box tonight, cursing and throwing whatever it was in your hands. Yes, you showed your ugly side. And, shame on you. What would your mother have said?
Here's my offer: For one million US dollars, I will gladly come to Dallas, at my own expense, and tell you what's wrong with your organization. I KNOW what's wrong, and I will meet you face-to-face and explain the problem. How do I know what the problem is? Because, I am a mother of five which I personally bore. Since you have never been a mother, there's no possible way that you have the answer to what's wrong. All mothers know, and shame on you for not employing a mother for you and your team. But, I am willing to lend my expertise to your program for just a mere million, pocket change to you. How about it? I'll be contacting your office tomorrow and expect an affirmative answer.
Yours truly,
The Dallas Cowboys' Future Team Mother
P.S. I will not come for less than $1,000.000.00, payable up front in cash. Seeing as you paid $1.3 BILLION for your personal monument, there will be no negotiation on my fee, but I will take more if you insist. This offer is good indefinitely.
(Girls, I'll let you know his response as soon as possible.)
The Christmas Play presentation at Calvary Tabernacle was outstanding! I'm sorry you missed it and will post some of the music in my side bar when I get the CD. I don't think that any of our singers or actors are considered 'professional,' but they very well could be. Debbie Henson of Video Perfection provided the sound and video, and she personally wrote, produced, and directed the entire performance. I was privileged to have a small part in what may be the last of her many play and musical productions.
Since this is the 'ten minute report,' I'll say good night. Good night, and God bless America.
Yes, tonight, I would like to begin with a little butt chewing and an open letter.
Dear Jerry Jones,
I saw you in the owner's box tonight, cursing and throwing whatever it was in your hands. Yes, you showed your ugly side. And, shame on you. What would your mother have said?
Here's my offer: For one million US dollars, I will gladly come to Dallas, at my own expense, and tell you what's wrong with your organization. I KNOW what's wrong, and I will meet you face-to-face and explain the problem. How do I know what the problem is? Because, I am a mother of five which I personally bore. Since you have never been a mother, there's no possible way that you have the answer to what's wrong. All mothers know, and shame on you for not employing a mother for you and your team. But, I am willing to lend my expertise to your program for just a mere million, pocket change to you. How about it? I'll be contacting your office tomorrow and expect an affirmative answer.
Yours truly,
The Dallas Cowboys' Future Team Mother
P.S. I will not come for less than $1,000.000.00, payable up front in cash. Seeing as you paid $1.3 BILLION for your personal monument, there will be no negotiation on my fee, but I will take more if you insist. This offer is good indefinitely.
(Girls, I'll let you know his response as soon as possible.)
The Christmas Play presentation at Calvary Tabernacle was outstanding! I'm sorry you missed it and will post some of the music in my side bar when I get the CD. I don't think that any of our singers or actors are considered 'professional,' but they very well could be. Debbie Henson of Video Perfection provided the sound and video, and she personally wrote, produced, and directed the entire performance. I was privileged to have a small part in what may be the last of her many play and musical productions.
Since this is the 'ten minute report,' I'll say good night. Good night, and God bless America.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Jefferson Annual Candlelight Tour
One of the most delightful Christmas traditions I have is attending the Candlelight Tour in Jefferson, Texas. I honestly don't know how many years I've been to Jefferson at Christmas, but it gets better every year.
By the way, last year we were standing in line to tour a home behind a man from another state who had travelled to Jefferson just to see all the candlelights in town. Maybe the advertisement is somewhat misleading, because only the houses on tour use candlelight during the tours to simulate what the houses may have looked like at Christmas back in the 1800's. Believe me. It is b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l.
Jefferson dresses for Christmas. Millions of lights, homes and businesses decorated with festive lights, life-sized nativity scenes and roly-poly Santa Clauses, scented candles and clipped greenery and towering Christmas trees, fine china and award-winning quilts and expensive antiques and assorted collectibles, Victorian carolers and talented instrumentalists and children's choirs, hot wassail and Christmas cakes and lip-smacking candies. You name it; Jefferson has Christmas.
This year, my girls and I viewed the four appointed houses on the tour. The Manse is registered as the oldest house built in 1839. The current owner is Retired Navy Captain Laura Omer, below in the forefront in period costume.
One of the most beautiful Venetian mirrors Captain Omer acquired in her travels hung in the parlor of The Manse.
By the way, last year we were standing in line to tour a home behind a man from another state who had travelled to Jefferson just to see all the candlelights in town. Maybe the advertisement is somewhat misleading, because only the houses on tour use candlelight during the tours to simulate what the houses may have looked like at Christmas back in the 1800's. Believe me. It is b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l.
Jefferson dresses for Christmas. Millions of lights, homes and businesses decorated with festive lights, life-sized nativity scenes and roly-poly Santa Clauses, scented candles and clipped greenery and towering Christmas trees, fine china and award-winning quilts and expensive antiques and assorted collectibles, Victorian carolers and talented instrumentalists and children's choirs, hot wassail and Christmas cakes and lip-smacking candies. You name it; Jefferson has Christmas.
This year, my girls and I viewed the four appointed houses on the tour. The Manse is registered as the oldest house built in 1839. The current owner is Retired Navy Captain Laura Omer, below in the forefront in period costume.
One of the most beautiful Venetian mirrors Captain Omer acquired in her travels hung in the parlor of The Manse.
And each quilt displayed was exquisite.
Country kitchens decked with gingerbread men, fresh fruit, and poinsettias...
Old-fashioned, whimsical Christmas trees with stuffed bears, toy trains and cars, baby dolls, and country wrapped gifts...
Lavish country tables prepared for Christmas guests in the Hale-Walla House, my favorite...
Even creative screens were dressed in finery.
*beep**beep* back up the truck
Before the sun set, however, we passed this eatery which is new since my last visit to Jefferson. This is for all the painted metal chair freaks like myself.
I'm thinking the folks that own this eatery like painted metal chairs more than I. I'm also thinking that Santa could drive this herd of chairs to my house and deposit them on my patio.
Please, Santa Baby, with sugar on top.
If you cannot come to Jefferson this Christmas, hopefully you liked it here. Maybe next year we should meet and tour together. You'd love it!
Merry Christmas!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
God Bless Mr. President
A soldier took four bullets at Ft. Hood.
His wife, who lives in Dothan, Alabama, left immediately and drove all through the night, rushing to her husband's hospital bedside.
Arriving weary and entering the room, she observed that there were visitors in the room.
However, it wasn't President Obama.
God bless the soldier and his wife and family. God bless President and Mrs. Bush.
Dubya, I miss you.
His wife, who lives in Dothan, Alabama, left immediately and drove all through the night, rushing to her husband's hospital bedside.
Arriving weary and entering the room, she observed that there were visitors in the room.
However, it wasn't President Obama.
God bless the soldier and his wife and family. God bless President and Mrs. Bush.
Dubya, I miss you.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Story at the Christmas Tree Farm
Aren't people entertaining? Look at this guy.
Chevy Chase is one of my knee-slappers.
He and Don Knotts and Tim Conway.
WHAT CHARACTERS!
Do you recognize Chevy Chase as Clark Griswold in "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation?" That movie is 34's favorite Christmas movie to watch. It doesn't matter what's on the telly; if the movie shows up on the screen, the channel switcher's finger automatically turns the channel. No questions. No fuss. Period.
Well, speaking of characters, one day this woman drives up to our farm, gets out of her car, walks around the trees, selects one, and comes into the building to pay for it. The tag on the tree read $36.00. When the cashier rang it up, the price plus tax came to $38.25.
Immediately, the woman lashed out at our little cashier. "That's highway robbery! Who in the world's gonna pay tax on a Christmas tree? That's ridiculous! Let me talk to the manager!"
The cashier finds me, and the customer is cussing that she has to pay tax on a Christmas tree. I explained to her that we have to pay state sales tax, and therefore, we charge tax on the trees. She continued her tirade to me.
I thought a second and said, "Well, I'll tell you what. I won't charge you tax on the tree but you'll need to pay $5.00 for handling and bundling." Thinking that would ilicit an outrageous response.
She looked at me and said, "Yeah, that's fine. But I'm not paying *#@$ tax on a stupid tree."
So she paid me $41.00. Oh my gosh. People are so outrageously funny! And they drive and vote and probably reproduce. Just had to throw that it! :)
See you in the funny papers.
Monday, December 7, 2009
What a Laugh!
This was sent to me from a friend. Can't find the periodical from which it was taken, but, supposedly, it was printed in a San Francisco newspaper.
Folks, just remember as you read this: This person probably drives and votes! And, may have already reproduced!
See you in the funny papers.
Monday List
And a good Monday morning to ya!
I Love Mondays!
So much to do this week. Two plus weeks til Christmas. I know that Christmas always worries 34. He thinks I might get him something he can't afford.
And just the other day, I heard a sales clerk asking a little boy what he wanted for Christmas. He said very enthusiastically, "I want a baby brother!"
His mother patted his head and said, "I don't think there are enough shopping days left, honey."
Have you ever had one of those times in your life where things get wacky? I talked to the GEEK SQUAD this morning. They are having to send my tower way off (probably back to China) to be fixed, but if they can't fix it, I will get a new computer. I can only hope... And then, my cell phone is acting crazy... Kid #4's cell is down, too, and his school funding for next semester didn't come through. Kid #3 needs $4000 in January. I'm just a well of whine today.
Lord, can we start this Monday over? (Perspective, I need you!)
Have I ever told you how much I love Mondays?
See you in the funny papers.
I Love Mondays!
So much to do this week. Two plus weeks til Christmas. I know that Christmas always worries 34. He thinks I might get him something he can't afford.
And just the other day, I heard a sales clerk asking a little boy what he wanted for Christmas. He said very enthusiastically, "I want a baby brother!"
His mother patted his head and said, "I don't think there are enough shopping days left, honey."
Have you ever had one of those times in your life where things get wacky? I talked to the GEEK SQUAD this morning. They are having to send my tower way off (probably back to China) to be fixed, but if they can't fix it, I will get a new computer. I can only hope... And then, my cell phone is acting crazy... Kid #4's cell is down, too, and his school funding for next semester didn't come through. Kid #3 needs $4000 in January. I'm just a well of whine today.
Lord, can we start this Monday over? (Perspective, I need you!)
Have I ever told you how much I love Mondays?
See you in the funny papers.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Saturday Night Funny
Howdy!
Here's a Saturday night funny for ya...
After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the desk asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I'd left my wallet at home.
I told the woman that I was very sorry and would have to go home to get my wallet and come back later.
The woman said, "Unbutton your shirt." So I opened my shirt and revealed my curly, silver hair. She said, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me." And she processed my application.
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience in the Social Security office. She said, "You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too."
And that's when the fight started...
(Disclaimer: This is not about 34. He'd be insulted, especially after siring five children!)
Here's a Saturday night funny for ya...
After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the desk asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I'd left my wallet at home.
I told the woman that I was very sorry and would have to go home to get my wallet and come back later.
The woman said, "Unbutton your shirt." So I opened my shirt and revealed my curly, silver hair. She said, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me." And she processed my application.
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience in the Social Security office. She said, "You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too."
And that's when the fight started...
(Disclaimer: This is not about 34. He'd be insulted, especially after siring five children!)
Friday, December 4, 2009
Have Yourself a Happy Little Weekend
Dear Blogworld Friends,
Can you hear me singing to you? "Have yourself a happy little weekend. May your days be bright. From now on, our troubles will be out of sight." Don't you hear the bass and the cymbal and the sax? Just take a happy moment and listen.
Queen Mother's surgery went well. I am so proud of her. Such a brave little soldier. Thanks for all your beautiful thoughts, prayers, and concern. She will spend the next few weeks recovering, and we are hoping and praying the pathology reports tell us that the cancer is gone.
My computer tower is being sent off somewhere for something. I will be glad to have it back. This little laptop is really bad. I also left my camera in 34's truck last weekend and have missed a whole week's worth of pictures. Probably not the worst problem I've ever had, but all you budding, blossomed, and pro photogs out there understand that the world is different through the eyes of a lens.
Wednesday morning while driving from the hotel to the hospital, the light rain, in a split moment, changed to delightful, delicate snowflakes. That sort of phenomenon in the weather always intrigues me since we rarely see snow in Texas. Another oddity, happening this moment, is that Houston is getting two to three inches of snow while we remain dry and cold here in the Northeast corner. That's spectacular to me!
Before this machine drives me bonkers, I'll sign off. Y'all have a happy, little weekend, ya hear?
Can you hear me singing to you? "Have yourself a happy little weekend. May your days be bright. From now on, our troubles will be out of sight." Don't you hear the bass and the cymbal and the sax? Just take a happy moment and listen.
Queen Mother's surgery went well. I am so proud of her. Such a brave little soldier. Thanks for all your beautiful thoughts, prayers, and concern. She will spend the next few weeks recovering, and we are hoping and praying the pathology reports tell us that the cancer is gone.
My computer tower is being sent off somewhere for something. I will be glad to have it back. This little laptop is really bad. I also left my camera in 34's truck last weekend and have missed a whole week's worth of pictures. Probably not the worst problem I've ever had, but all you budding, blossomed, and pro photogs out there understand that the world is different through the eyes of a lens.
Wednesday morning while driving from the hotel to the hospital, the light rain, in a split moment, changed to delightful, delicate snowflakes. That sort of phenomenon in the weather always intrigues me since we rarely see snow in Texas. Another oddity, happening this moment, is that Houston is getting two to three inches of snow while we remain dry and cold here in the Northeast corner. That's spectacular to me!
Before this machine drives me bonkers, I'll sign off. Y'all have a happy, little weekend, ya hear?
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