Ben came home from the hospital Friday night, much to his delight. Unfortunately, the nurse took forever to get his pic line out, so by the time we could leave, there was a monsoon outside complete with trees blowing over sideways and a tornado warning. But by the time we got everything together, it wasn't too bad and we were on our way. We spent an hour chasing down prescriptions and finally got home around 9. I worked until midnight and it seemed like that was going to be a good schedule until I tried to get out of bed Saturday morning. I can be a night owl for a few days, but at some point it catches up to me and I fall out at 8 pm. That was Saturday night. Today (Sunday) I still feel exhausted. I'm hoping one more early-to-bed night will do the trick.
So Ben is home and we're working on figuring out what works and what doesn't. He goes for long (albeit slow) walks, is eating more, and seems to be feeling pretty good considering what his body has been through. I think we might live through this.
This week Deb, David, and the babies are coming on Wednesday, Leah's coming on Friday, and more family members are coming Sunday. Before that I need to get a bunch of work done and get groceries. And there's a wedding on Saturday and two doctor appointments on Friday.
And since by now you're bored to tears reading about the mundane details of my life, I'll go to bed and try to catch up on my sleep.
Be thankful ~
Karen
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Saturday confessions 8.
1. Once again, I'm scrambling to get this posted on the right day, so it doesn't become Sunday confessions. I think it's already a habit.
2. I'm sick of hospitals and I wasn't even the patient. Ben had great nurses until the last day, when we had H, who talked to him like he was stupid for not following the directions no one had given him. It's a shame we ended on a sour note, but at least that stay is at an end and he is happily home in his own house again. Recovery will be longer than we anticipated, but at least he will recover.
3. Doing a deep cleaning on the house makes you furminate the dog more often. Every time he shakes, I say, "Thanks for the hair, Pete" and roll my eyes.
4. Going to the gym in the late afternoon is hard. Abbie and I went at 4 today. I climbed 83 floors on the StairMaster, and we did biceps, triceps, and abs. Then we came home and ate way too much Chicken and Broccoli Alfredo.
5. Man-squared is the most popular busser at Bonefish Grill. The people who work in the different areas of the restaurant have started "calling" him like teenagers call shotgun. He's awesome.
6. Bean and Button and their parents are coming next week. Deb says they get along fine until Bean tries to drag Button off the couch by his head. Just like brothers.
Making no promises about next week's confessions . . .
Be thankful ~
Karen
2. I'm sick of hospitals and I wasn't even the patient. Ben had great nurses until the last day, when we had H, who talked to him like he was stupid for not following the directions no one had given him. It's a shame we ended on a sour note, but at least that stay is at an end and he is happily home in his own house again. Recovery will be longer than we anticipated, but at least he will recover.
3. Doing a deep cleaning on the house makes you furminate the dog more often. Every time he shakes, I say, "Thanks for the hair, Pete" and roll my eyes.
4. Going to the gym in the late afternoon is hard. Abbie and I went at 4 today. I climbed 83 floors on the StairMaster, and we did biceps, triceps, and abs. Then we came home and ate way too much Chicken and Broccoli Alfredo.
5. Man-squared is the most popular busser at Bonefish Grill. The people who work in the different areas of the restaurant have started "calling" him like teenagers call shotgun. He's awesome.
6. Bean and Button and their parents are coming next week. Deb says they get along fine until Bean tries to drag Button off the couch by his head. Just like brothers.
Making no promises about next week's confessions . . .
Be thankful ~
Karen
Thursday, May 26, 2011
I promise I'm still alive.
Well, it's been a few days since I posted, but it's been a busy week already and it's only Thursday.
Ben had his surgery Tuesday (had the diseased part of his colon removed. Sorry if that's TMI.) All went well, and thanks to the marvels of modern medicine, he has felt no pain whatsoever since then. Of course, when they take the epidural cath out today, that may all come crashing down, but the theory is that it's supposed to be much milder. We'll see. He's been up and walking around, working on his computer, and is now allowed clear liquids, which oddly enough include coffee. So my first email this morning was to PLEASE: BRING THE COFFEE when I come. Apparently hospital joe is not quite up to Starbucks standards. Who knew? For $5000 a day, they should brew the good stuff right there in your room.
Anyway, I've been trying to keep somewhat of a gym schedule and still work, visit the patient, and keep the home fires going, which really doesn't require much; Man-squared and Abbie are competent and don't need my help. But somebody has to fret over the hair balls that are floating around the house. Pete is in the shedding-my-winter-undercoat stage, and the dog hair is horrific. As you walk through the house, hairy tumbleweeds roll out of your path and that is not at all an exaggeration. Abbie's been furminating him most days, and it just keeps coming. At this rate, the dog will have lost 5 pounds in hair by next week.
The day before his surgery, here's what Ben was doing:
He had already planted tomatoes, spinach, collards, yellow squash and zucchini, cucumbers, and peppers. Monday he planted beans and if we can find any corn this late, we'll put that in too. Isn't it beautiful?
We've got pots of herbs on the deck. Basil for the tomatoes,
and cilantro for the guacamole.
Makes my mouth water just thinking about it.
Gotta make the coffee run now. Have a great Thursday!
Be thankful ~
Karen
Ben had his surgery Tuesday (had the diseased part of his colon removed. Sorry if that's TMI.) All went well, and thanks to the marvels of modern medicine, he has felt no pain whatsoever since then. Of course, when they take the epidural cath out today, that may all come crashing down, but the theory is that it's supposed to be much milder. We'll see. He's been up and walking around, working on his computer, and is now allowed clear liquids, which oddly enough include coffee. So my first email this morning was to PLEASE: BRING THE COFFEE when I come. Apparently hospital joe is not quite up to Starbucks standards. Who knew? For $5000 a day, they should brew the good stuff right there in your room.
Anyway, I've been trying to keep somewhat of a gym schedule and still work, visit the patient, and keep the home fires going, which really doesn't require much; Man-squared and Abbie are competent and don't need my help. But somebody has to fret over the hair balls that are floating around the house. Pete is in the shedding-my-winter-undercoat stage, and the dog hair is horrific. As you walk through the house, hairy tumbleweeds roll out of your path and that is not at all an exaggeration. Abbie's been furminating him most days, and it just keeps coming. At this rate, the dog will have lost 5 pounds in hair by next week.
The day before his surgery, here's what Ben was doing:
He had already planted tomatoes, spinach, collards, yellow squash and zucchini, cucumbers, and peppers. Monday he planted beans and if we can find any corn this late, we'll put that in too. Isn't it beautiful?
We've got pots of herbs on the deck. Basil for the tomatoes,
and cilantro for the guacamole.
Makes my mouth water just thinking about it.
Gotta make the coffee run now. Have a great Thursday!
Be thankful ~
Karen
Sunday, May 22, 2011
A birthday.
It's hard to believe Bean is two years old already. I remember exactly where I was standing in the living room the day my cell phone buzzed and I got this picture:
And now here we are, two years later, and he's eating chocolate cake and experiencing a sugar coma:
And now here we are, two years later, and he's eating chocolate cake and experiencing a sugar coma:
Happy birthday, Sticky Bean!
Be thankful ~
Karen
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Saturday confessions 7.
1. Like Melissa, I forgot too. But I always forget until I see that she's written her Saturday confessions, and then I sit down and write one and post it like I had it ready all along. Now you know the truth.
2. This week I made a big batch of the best granola on earth, with coconut and flax seed and real maple syrup. It's amazing stuff and I always eat a big bowl when it's warm and crispy out of the oven, with organic vanilla yogurt on it.
Then I decided I was not going to be denied my weight-loss goal by one lousy pound, so I'm not eating it again until June 1st. It's calling me from the top of the refrigerator where the full container sits.
3. It rained here all week. Not non-stop, but every day we had thunder and at least some rain. Most days we had a hard rain. Pete is on the verge of a nervous breakdown because of all the thunder, and now that today is sunny with no storm, he's exhausted and has been sleeping all day.
His constant pacing and panting and drooling drive me out of my mind. His nails go tic-tic-tic on the wood floor until I chase him to the laundry room where his crate is and shut the door so he can't get out. Last night I walked in there and stepped in a big puddle of drool with my bare foot. I wanted to shoot him.
4. I am roasting two chickens today and my house smells heavenly. I'm doing them today because Ben is the chicken peeler in this family, and he's having surgery on Tuesday. We needed them done before that. I probably should have done three.
Have you written your Saturday confessions yet? Link up at A Familiar Path.
Be thankful ~
Karen
2. This week I made a big batch of the best granola on earth, with coconut and flax seed and real maple syrup. It's amazing stuff and I always eat a big bowl when it's warm and crispy out of the oven, with organic vanilla yogurt on it.
Then I decided I was not going to be denied my weight-loss goal by one lousy pound, so I'm not eating it again until June 1st. It's calling me from the top of the refrigerator where the full container sits.
3. It rained here all week. Not non-stop, but every day we had thunder and at least some rain. Most days we had a hard rain. Pete is on the verge of a nervous breakdown because of all the thunder, and now that today is sunny with no storm, he's exhausted and has been sleeping all day.
His constant pacing and panting and drooling drive me out of my mind. His nails go tic-tic-tic on the wood floor until I chase him to the laundry room where his crate is and shut the door so he can't get out. Last night I walked in there and stepped in a big puddle of drool with my bare foot. I wanted to shoot him.
4. I am roasting two chickens today and my house smells heavenly. I'm doing them today because Ben is the chicken peeler in this family, and he's having surgery on Tuesday. We needed them done before that. I probably should have done three.
Have you written your Saturday confessions yet? Link up at A Familiar Path.
Be thankful ~
Karen
Monday, May 16, 2011
Birding at Mom and Daddy's.
Saturday Ben and I drove the hour and a half to see my parents. Even though they live pretty close, we don't get to visit with them nearly enough; life is SO busy! So we went on Saturday.
When we got there, Ben and Daddy went inside to talk while Mom and I sat on the back porch overlooking the backyard, where they have this cute little garden.
I immediately kicked myself for not bringing the zoom lens. Also, on the left side of the garden there is a pole that has a bluebird house on it. Mom explained that they have a pair of chickadees nesting in it now, and they are in the process of feeding their babies. They have a wide variety of birds, including blue jays, cardinals, and all kinds of finches.
Here's the bluebird and a purple finch:
Then she told me that there's a male bluebird hanging around who has no mate (they mate for life, so maybe his wife died or was killed), and he is actively helping feed the chickadee babies. It took Mom a few days of watching to confirm that this was actually happening, but just sitting there for an hour convinced me that Daddy Blue is really feeding chickadee babies. Mom has talked to several ornithologists who agree that this behavior is unheard of, but there it is, right in the backyard. Amazing.
Daddy Blue is like a sentinel in the yard. He's been chasing away the sparrows and blue jays and he's quite protective of the box that houses the babies. I love watching birds. Someday I'm going to have a little spot just like this. And I'll remember the zoom.
I'm jealous of my mother's irises. Mine have beautiful long stems, but no blossoms. We think it may be because they're not in full sun. Next fall I'll try moving them and see what happens. This is what I want:
Be thankful ~
Karen
When we got there, Ben and Daddy went inside to talk while Mom and I sat on the back porch overlooking the backyard, where they have this cute little garden.
I immediately kicked myself for not bringing the zoom lens. Also, on the left side of the garden there is a pole that has a bluebird house on it. Mom explained that they have a pair of chickadees nesting in it now, and they are in the process of feeding their babies. They have a wide variety of birds, including blue jays, cardinals, and all kinds of finches.
Here's the bluebird and a purple finch:
Then she told me that there's a male bluebird hanging around who has no mate (they mate for life, so maybe his wife died or was killed), and he is actively helping feed the chickadee babies. It took Mom a few days of watching to confirm that this was actually happening, but just sitting there for an hour convinced me that Daddy Blue is really feeding chickadee babies. Mom has talked to several ornithologists who agree that this behavior is unheard of, but there it is, right in the backyard. Amazing.
Daddy Blue is like a sentinel in the yard. He's been chasing away the sparrows and blue jays and he's quite protective of the box that houses the babies. I love watching birds. Someday I'm going to have a little spot just like this. And I'll remember the zoom.
I'm jealous of my mother's irises. Mine have beautiful long stems, but no blossoms. We think it may be because they're not in full sun. Next fall I'll try moving them and see what happens. This is what I want:
Be thankful ~
Karen
For once, I'm speechless. But not really.
As evidenced by this post, I'm not really speechless, but for a few minutes today, I actually was.
Y'all know I go to the gym and get kicked in the behind pretty regularly by the 19-year-old trainer. Tony is an incredibly fit guy who is currently working on getting his body-fat percentage below 10%, and I'm sure he'll reach that goal by the 28th, the date he set a while back. He's 5' 4" and weighs 155.
But get this: today another lady in the class told me that two years ago Tony weighed 197. Pounds. On a 5' 4" frame. I don't know what motivated him, but he decided he was going to get out from under the negative influences in his life, get himself healthy, and not go back. And he did, at the age of 17.
I looked at Tony and tried to imagine him with another 42 pounds and just couldn't make it work. And then thought about what guts it takes to do what he did at such a young age—in high school, when peer pressure is at its worst. He has more willpower than most adults I know. And then I thought about how much I've complained about trying to lose my measly 14 pounds. I'm shutting up now.
Now, if that doesn't motivate you to quit whining and get working, I don't know what will.
Be thankful ~
Karen
Y'all know I go to the gym and get kicked in the behind pretty regularly by the 19-year-old trainer. Tony is an incredibly fit guy who is currently working on getting his body-fat percentage below 10%, and I'm sure he'll reach that goal by the 28th, the date he set a while back. He's 5' 4" and weighs 155.
But get this: today another lady in the class told me that two years ago Tony weighed 197. Pounds. On a 5' 4" frame. I don't know what motivated him, but he decided he was going to get out from under the negative influences in his life, get himself healthy, and not go back. And he did, at the age of 17.
I looked at Tony and tried to imagine him with another 42 pounds and just couldn't make it work. And then thought about what guts it takes to do what he did at such a young age—in high school, when peer pressure is at its worst. He has more willpower than most adults I know. And then I thought about how much I've complained about trying to lose my measly 14 pounds. I'm shutting up now.
Now, if that doesn't motivate you to quit whining and get working, I don't know what will.
Be thankful ~
Karen
Sunday, May 15, 2011
I just sat down to write a Saturday Confessions post when I realized I had some photos on my camera that I never put on the computer. Apparently it's been a busy week because I have stuff from days ago that I'd forgotten about. Remember when I said we had Petunia here for a couple days?
P's favorite plaything is Pete. As soon as she gets here, he gets a toy and they have a stare-off.
Whatever he has, she wants, and she immediately begins trying to get it from him.
She's very patient, but she's persistent.
The only thing that bothers her is the slobber (she is her mother's daughter).
Sometimes she has to back up and regroup. Formulate a new plan.
She finds a different way to grab it—a loose piece.
It looks like she might get it this time.
Pete appears to be giving up.
But no, he snatches it back and runs away. P is not used to being denied.
Be thankful ~
Karen
P's favorite plaything is Pete. As soon as she gets here, he gets a toy and they have a stare-off.
Whatever he has, she wants, and she immediately begins trying to get it from him.
She's very patient, but she's persistent.
The only thing that bothers her is the slobber (she is her mother's daughter).
Sometimes she has to back up and regroup. Formulate a new plan.
She finds a different way to grab it—a loose piece.
It looks like she might get it this time.
Pete appears to be giving up.
But no, he snatches it back and runs away. P is not used to being denied.
Be thankful ~
Karen
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Saturday confessions.
Melissa at A Familiar Path started the Saturday confessions idea a few weeks ago and I like it because it means I can just list the current events and not have to put it all together with transitions and all that literary stuff. It's more of a brain dump.
1. I'm very thankful my husband loves to garden. Every year he plants enough vegetables to feed half the church and most of the neighborhood, so everyone loves us. And all I do is pick some food and can some tomatoes and beans. It makes me look like a great person without me having to do a lot of work. And it's all organic!
2. He planted a grape tomato bush. Those are my favorites. And cucumbers for Abbie.
3. He is still giving himself IV antibiotics three times a day so our dining room table looks like an operating room.
4. I was told at the gym yesterday to knock off weighing myself every day. I set a weight-loss goal a few months ago and have been within 1 to 2 pounds of it for weeks now. A certain person ordered me to set a date and make it happen. I'll let you figure out who that was. I hate goals though; what if I don't reach it? Then I've failed.
5. Today Ben and I are going to see my mommy and daddy. We're going to bring back chocolate chip cookies for Man-squared, and I'll try to take a few pictures.
Be thankful ~
Karen
1. I'm very thankful my husband loves to garden. Every year he plants enough vegetables to feed half the church and most of the neighborhood, so everyone loves us. And all I do is pick some food and can some tomatoes and beans. It makes me look like a great person without me having to do a lot of work. And it's all organic!
2. He planted a grape tomato bush. Those are my favorites. And cucumbers for Abbie.
3. He is still giving himself IV antibiotics three times a day so our dining room table looks like an operating room.
4. I was told at the gym yesterday to knock off weighing myself every day. I set a weight-loss goal a few months ago and have been within 1 to 2 pounds of it for weeks now. A certain person ordered me to set a date and make it happen. I'll let you figure out who that was. I hate goals though; what if I don't reach it? Then I've failed.
5. Today Ben and I are going to see my mommy and daddy. We're going to bring back chocolate chip cookies for Man-squared, and I'll try to take a few pictures.
Be thankful ~
Karen
Friday, May 13, 2011
*Whew*
How is it that every week starts out with not too much on the calendar, and by Wednesday chaos reigns?
I began this week thinking I'd get to work plenty of hours, do a little school with Man-squared (Man-boy's new nickname, courtesy of my oldest son, Mike), help Abbie get all her stuff unpacked. It would be a piece of cake.
Then I realized we lacked a CT scan appointment. And the authorization and referral from the insurance company. Oh, and an appointment with the surgeon, only his June calendar is not out yet, so I have to call back next week for that one. And then the neighbor's grandmother took a turn for the worse and she had to make an emergency trip to Florida, so we've had Princess P for two days. Somewhere in there I thought it would be a good idea to get the dog caught up on his immunizations and get his nails cut on the same day Man-squared had a job interview and I was supposed to be going out to dinner with my singing group from church. And because I am pig-headed and won't give up my workout, we have to factor that in there too.
It would have worked perfectly if the vet had finished the dog by 11 when I asked her to, but no. Pete was ready to be picked up at 1:30, after Man-squared had left for his interview. So I sent him in one car, I would drive the truck (it's the only thing we have that fits the dog crate), and Abbie could meet us at church later in the other car (she's watching P while I'm doing the running around).
I brought Pete out of the vet's and lowered the tailgate for him to jump up in his crate. Latched the crate. Shut the tailgait . . . oh, no, wait, the tailgate is bouncing open. Slam it harder. Still no dice. Look for something in the way . . . nothing. At this point, a very well dressed woman got out of her car and came over saying, "I can see what the problem is right here. Do you have a screwdriver or something?" I had Man-squared on the phone and he said that yes, indeed, there was a screwdriver in the glove compartment for just such eventualities.
(Long story mercifully shortened here) The lovely lady and I worked on the tailgate for a solid 15 minutes, holding it up all the while (it's a good thing I work out), and couldn't get the latch to unlatch so I could slam the thing and it would latch. Does that make sense? No? Don't worry, it doesn't make sense to me either. The long and short of it is this: The thingy was up and it needed to be down so it would hook onto the doo-flipper when the tailgate was shut. And that's how I explained it to Ben when I got him on the phone.
And you know what? He understood exactly what I was saying. Twenty-seven years of marriage does that. So he told me I needed to pull up on the handle while simultaneously working the thingy with the screwdriver and holding up the 75-pound tailgate.
Well, sure. (The well-dressed lady was gone at this point.)
And you know what else? I did it. And without even cussing one time. And Man-squared got his job, and the truck is home with tailgate intact, and P is having a lovely nap with Abbie, and Pete got his nails cut and all his shots.
(Two days later . . .)
And then Blogger died, so here I am on Friday night, finishing Wednesday's story. Tomorrow Ben and I are going to see my mommy and daddy. It will be nice to get away from responsibilities for a while. Have a great weekend!
Be thankful ~
Karen
I began this week thinking I'd get to work plenty of hours, do a little school with Man-squared (Man-boy's new nickname, courtesy of my oldest son, Mike), help Abbie get all her stuff unpacked. It would be a piece of cake.
Then I realized we lacked a CT scan appointment. And the authorization and referral from the insurance company. Oh, and an appointment with the surgeon, only his June calendar is not out yet, so I have to call back next week for that one. And then the neighbor's grandmother took a turn for the worse and she had to make an emergency trip to Florida, so we've had Princess P for two days. Somewhere in there I thought it would be a good idea to get the dog caught up on his immunizations and get his nails cut on the same day Man-squared had a job interview and I was supposed to be going out to dinner with my singing group from church. And because I am pig-headed and won't give up my workout, we have to factor that in there too.
It would have worked perfectly if the vet had finished the dog by 11 when I asked her to, but no. Pete was ready to be picked up at 1:30, after Man-squared had left for his interview. So I sent him in one car, I would drive the truck (it's the only thing we have that fits the dog crate), and Abbie could meet us at church later in the other car (she's watching P while I'm doing the running around).
I brought Pete out of the vet's and lowered the tailgate for him to jump up in his crate. Latched the crate. Shut the tailgait . . . oh, no, wait, the tailgate is bouncing open. Slam it harder. Still no dice. Look for something in the way . . . nothing. At this point, a very well dressed woman got out of her car and came over saying, "I can see what the problem is right here. Do you have a screwdriver or something?" I had Man-squared on the phone and he said that yes, indeed, there was a screwdriver in the glove compartment for just such eventualities.
(Long story mercifully shortened here) The lovely lady and I worked on the tailgate for a solid 15 minutes, holding it up all the while (it's a good thing I work out), and couldn't get the latch to unlatch so I could slam the thing and it would latch. Does that make sense? No? Don't worry, it doesn't make sense to me either. The long and short of it is this: The thingy was up and it needed to be down so it would hook onto the doo-flipper when the tailgate was shut. And that's how I explained it to Ben when I got him on the phone.
And you know what? He understood exactly what I was saying. Twenty-seven years of marriage does that. So he told me I needed to pull up on the handle while simultaneously working the thingy with the screwdriver and holding up the 75-pound tailgate.
Well, sure. (The well-dressed lady was gone at this point.)
And you know what else? I did it. And without even cussing one time. And Man-squared got his job, and the truck is home with tailgate intact, and P is having a lovely nap with Abbie, and Pete got his nails cut and all his shots.
(Two days later . . .)
And then Blogger died, so here I am on Friday night, finishing Wednesday's story. Tomorrow Ben and I are going to see my mommy and daddy. It will be nice to get away from responsibilities for a while. Have a great weekend!
Be thankful ~
Karen
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Man-boy grows up.
My husband informed me yesterday that he holds me solely responsible for the fact that we no longer have minor children: Man-boy is 18 today.
Yes, 18 years ago we were 3 weeks and a day past the due date, wondering if he would ever be born. I spent the day at the other kids' baseball and softball games, timing contractions. Ben was painting a house about an hour away. When the games were finally over, I took all the kids home, fed them dinner, gave them all baths, and got them in bed. At that point I called Ben and said, "I think you'd better come home," which he did. Our midwife got there around 9 p.m., and Man-boy was born at 12:20 a.m. on Mother's Day in 1993, almost 10 pounds. Our family would not be the same without him.
Here's a look at the many faces of Man-boy.
Brother.
Friend.
He even wrestles with the little kids.
Lover of his dog (somebody has to be),
and his truck (sounds like a country song).
Fisherman,
hiker,
hard worker.
Master of guacamole making,
basketball player,
and soccer player.
He has big muscles,
and makes potato guns.
He tolerates shopping with the girls,
and takes his role of uncle seriously. He's teaching Bean to appreciate pro soccer on the Internet.
Man-boy is a precious son. He loves the Lord, preaches to his peers, wins souls, and makes us proud every day.
Happy birthday, Man-boy.
Be thankful ~
Karen
Yes, 18 years ago we were 3 weeks and a day past the due date, wondering if he would ever be born. I spent the day at the other kids' baseball and softball games, timing contractions. Ben was painting a house about an hour away. When the games were finally over, I took all the kids home, fed them dinner, gave them all baths, and got them in bed. At that point I called Ben and said, "I think you'd better come home," which he did. Our midwife got there around 9 p.m., and Man-boy was born at 12:20 a.m. on Mother's Day in 1993, almost 10 pounds. Our family would not be the same without him.
Here's a look at the many faces of Man-boy.
Brother.
Friend.
He even wrestles with the little kids.
Lover of his dog (somebody has to be),
and his truck (sounds like a country song).
Fisherman,
hiker,
hard worker.
Master of guacamole making,
basketball player,
quarterback,
and soccer player.
He has big muscles,
and makes potato guns.
He tolerates shopping with the girls,
and takes his role of uncle seriously. He's teaching Bean to appreciate pro soccer on the Internet.
Man-boy is a precious son. He loves the Lord, preaches to his peers, wins souls, and makes us proud every day.
Happy birthday, Man-boy.
Be thankful ~
Karen
Sunday, May 8, 2011
It's that time of year.
When the earth is full of promise.
It always reminds me that we reap what we sow.
Sometimes we reap what others have sown before us.
And others may reap what we sow today.
We need to choose carefully.
Be thankful ~
Karen
It always reminds me that we reap what we sow.
Sometimes we reap what others have sown before us.
And others may reap what we sow today.
We need to choose carefully.
Be thankful ~
Karen
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