I gotta tell ya. . .

 My top model is just doll. 

wind 5

Yesterday she wanted to stay with “the best Nana ever” for a little while.  But, the best nana wasn’t feeling well and wanted to lie down.  I told this girl of mine she had to come  home with me so  Nana could rest.  

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Well . . . if you can believe it – she was grumpy about the whole thing. 

wind 3

I then asked her if she wanted to blow  dandelion seeds around the yard while I took her photo – she put on a little tiny  smile and said,  “I guess so.” 

Wind B& W

and then she blew, and blew, and blew.  

wind and a big smile

Do  you want to know what happened next?

She laughed, and laughed,and laughed all the way home.  

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Like Christmas every dayREADY TO WALTZ Link party / Little Things Thursday 

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And then . . .

Remember when  I said “until next time”, the last time I  posted? Okay then,  Do you remember when I said the last couple of weeks were a little crazy around here?
~ WELL ~ 

I’ll tell you. . . it must have been wild wilderness week or something last week because the madness didn’t stop with snakes.


~ Yes, It’s true ~

Yeah, so anyway: Tuesday,  my sister Lucy *** aka Margaret *** fell by tripping over her sandals. Yep! right over her sandals. The bad news: Lucy stopped her fall with her face. 

On her face y’all! 


Right on her face! and here is where I have to say, “Bless her Heart”. That is exactly what we say in the south if someone falls on their face. So, I’ll just go ahead and say it again for all of us. 

“Bless her heart!”  


You know it’s one thing when you think someone will fall on their face but when they actually do it. . .It’s just bad.


Poor Lucy! 

The best Nana ever took her to the doctor and thankfully or shall I say . . .as we say in the South “Thank the Lord!” Nothing was broken. Lucy had bruising and swelling and lots and lots of soreness. 

But! the fun didn’t stop there.

The very next morning I called to see if Lucy was okay and she wasn’t! She was not good at all. She said she felt terrible. Being the good sister that I am I went to check on her with my concerned face. .. and concerned I was. I found that she was swollen and groggy and just a little bit loopy. . . more so then usual. But then I guess when you fall on your face your going to be swollen and groggy and  just a little bit loopy. So I left her to rest and told her I would bring her back some homemade soup that I had made for my son number one. . .the one that just had his wisdom teeth pulled Monday.           

As I pulled my dented car out of her drive way  ***remember last week the best Nana someone hit my car*** the best Nana ever call and whispered into the phone with alarm. “There is a squirrel in the house!”  

Okay, what???  


I thought I heard you say: “There was a squirrel in the house”.   


and the best Nana ever replied 

There is a squirrel in the house! 

I quickly went to help. . . Someone had to do the screaming and I already had practice with the snakes.

It just happened with luck that Big Brother Bill was there. Without a thought to himself, he shinned up his armor, threw it on and became the hero of the day by battling this wild animal that had invaded his mothers home. With nothing but skill Sr. Bill the Knight trapped the creature into the fireplace. Bill would defend his mother to the death. . .  Bill’s first thought was to have that little varmint run back up the chimney. . . the same way he came in. 

and just so you know: this is where I helped again because new dishes caught my eye!  


I just love dishes. So I said “Oh! new dishes.” and with the squirrel safely trapped in the fireplace I started to unwrap the new dishes and look. Bill said “hey! let me have that paper the dishes were wrapped in.”  So I gave it to him . . .and that’s when the excitment started. 

With the fireplace safely wrapped in plastic and duck tape. . .Bill lite the paper I handed to him and stuck his arm behind the plastic. He started to take the cerramic logs off there settings . 

THERE!!! the varmint was hiding under the logs! 


In the fireplace you could see the little things heart beat in a panic as a giant arm came closer and closer . . . and smoke filled his secret hideout. 


this wild thing went crazy and scrammebled to get out. 

To bad for him he didn’t didn’t run up the shoot as planned. Instead he tried to run up the wall and got trapped in the plastic and duck tape. 

This is were Sr Bill the knight caught him with his bare hands. I helped here too by screaming and throughing a towel Bill’s way. Bill wrapped this wild creature in the plastic and quickly took him outside. Secured the fireplace shoot so cousins and friends of this crazed critter could not come into the house and avenge their brother squirrel. 


When I told Stevie Wonder about all the excitement at the best Nana’s house, he turned himself into one of the Clampetts *** this was a time you needed to be a clean shot! Buck eyes and the whole nine yards! *** 


Stevie Wonder knew the best Nana ever wouldn’t want big holes in her walls – he knew when he patroled the property he had to be a clean shot! I even think I heard him say “Hot dog!” when he grabbed his pellet gun and “com-ents to a-runnin”

However, much to Jethro’s disapiontment the best Nana ever was not going to turn herself into Granny and cook up sqirraul for dinner. 

And the week ended as it began. . . With a birthday. . . this time it’s the Best Nana’a big day. 


Happy Birthday Best Nana! 


Happy Mother’s Day Y’all! 

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bring your sense of humor

It has been decided by the board . . .that would be me. . .if you step into my life  you need to bring your sense of humor. .  .

For this is my life in a nut shell. . . 

 and I often wonder why  the number one blogging rule is if you have something interesting to blog about you just don’t have time to blog it?

Last week the week started off with a bang: It is now official my baby boy, Matthew, is 20! 

20  y’all!  20!!!

Now that I have said it out loud and everyone knows I have a 20 year old son, I really don’t think I’ll ever say it again.

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The very next day, I allowed, Stevie Mike, my new driver to drive himself and his sister to their science class.  Not 15 minutes later the phone rang. When I saw it was Stephen calling I distinctly  knew something was wrong.

This new driver of mine had driven over roofing nails. That would be 18 roofing nails to be exact. Two tires later I thought all was right with the world   . . . and then . . . a few days later someone hit my parked car.

 Don’t ask who it was because I will NEVER tell.

 I promised the best Nana I wouldn’t say a word about who did it and I won’t. You guys know me. . . when I say I’ll keep a promise – I keep it! and that is that!

Speaking of the best Nana . . . she and I took Roy Orbison and her BFF strawberry picking and nothing seemed to happen that day. We just had a good time.                            

At least that is how I remember it.  

It just so happened that last week someone actually (( other then the best Nana ))  found my blog interesting enough to recommend it as a blog to see. I was so thrilled about all this but I didn’t have the time to post about all that excitement and then I completely forgot about it  . . .and it appeared as if I didn’t care at all,   but I did and do. . . very much.

The weekended was wonderfully quite with the three older ones gone spending time at my sister in law’s house.

 Mark and I were able to recharge.

That was a good thing because Monday was coming and around here you never know what an ordinary Monday might bring to the life of a homeschooling mother.

I knew Monday morning I had to be at the oral surgeons by 8 with son number one to have four teeth removed. I was told everything should go smooth and thought okay good. I could use nice smooth Monday.  When we were leaving  the nurse just happened to mention how I should switch the ice pack every 20 minutes keeping both sides of his face iced for a full 12 hours and just replace the gauze every hour on the hour with a fresh  pad until 6 tonight.   . . .Okay! there goes my easy quite day this one told me I was going to have.


Little did I know how true THAT would turn out to be. 
As soon as I got Matthew home Stevie Wonder tells me how much his knee hurts and he thinks he needs to go to the doctor. I take a look at his knee and see that it is hot and swollen. I tell him we can’t go yet but, we will go as soon as we can.  We have to wait until I get his brother settled and I know he will be okay. 

As Stephen and I are reviewing our his school work ~ Liz said she wanted to play on the front porch. She came back in in a rush saying . . .”I can’t play out there! There are four snakes in the yard!”.

 FOUR SNAKES!!!!!!!!!! IN THE YARD!!!!

 Stephen springs into action and runs out the door. Matthew is groggy still on the couch and says “what??? who??? oh okay. . . “ and goes back to sleep. I on the other hand . . . I panic!!! Okay! that’s not really the truth  . . .

I TOTALLY PANIC!!!!!!!!!!! like in. . . I FREAK OUT!!!!!!

Stevie Wonder turns himself into Indiana Jones (( minus being afraid of snakes )) and battles the snakes in our yard. He captures them and wrestles them into a bucket and completely saves the day. . . NO! He TOTALLY! saved the day! 

My mighty Matt. . .still groggy on the couch. . .wondering why is mother his mother is screaming at the far in of the house but not with it enough to find out goes back to sleep.

My oldest daughter Kathryn causally walks out to see what was going on and then goes back upstairs to finish her math test.    As all this is going ~ the best Nana, my sister Margaret ((sometimes I call her Lucy)), her boys, Brian and Alex, swing by the house to see the patient who just has his teeth removed. Little did they know what they would be walking into.

The boys are thrilled and want to find out how they can move into our little house in the woods that seem to attract so much excitement.

Their mother . . .my sister Lucy. . . TOTALLY PANICS !!!! NO! SHE TOTALLY FREAKS OUT!!!!!!  She throws her soothing gift of ice cream at my oldest son and jumps on the couch screaming. 

In the end. .  .
My savior Indie takes his two cousins, his sister Kathryn and  three snakes to another home releasing them into the wild. When he get back to our home he says . . . “Mother, I really need to go to the doctor now. My knee is killing me.”


 and I wonder. . .how can I get my savoir to the doctor today if I can never leave the house again. I mean after all . . .Lizzy said she saw four snakes. 
Until Next time. . .

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her new Glasses

In the Studio of our Lives today. . . this one tells me she wears glasses now. 

You see, “the best Nana ever” took her to see Beauty and the Best in 3-D Wednesday while we were at our home school debate club.                      


I am told “IT was the best day ever!” 

AND  

She is “never taking the glasses off again” because they “remind her of  the Best Nana Ever and she misses the best Nana so much when they are not together.”            


the Kingdom ~ 2011

On this  earlyTuesday  morning I sit here and think: “What should I write about today?”  “What do I have to show you?”  “How can I show you how much I love it when you take the time to come to my little corner of the world and say hello.”             and then. . .


It hit me.  




I haven’t shown you Christmas and the love our mother pours into her decorating.  I haven’t shown you the splendor of the ribbons, garland and tulle.  I haven’t shown you how our mother sets the tables and makes everything look as if we were living in a dream: the trees, the candles, the angles blowing their trumpets announcing the Savior is born.  

I haven’t shown the grandeur in the front hall adorned with deer, ribbons and berries.  Every year it gets better. . .each room makes us feel as if we are royalty and nothing could be finer.  Each year the love she has for her family completely inundates us.

I didn’t introduced you to the fair maiden Miceala.  I haven’t told you how this lovely girl  puts a smile on my Prince Matthew’s face and how she is becoming quite a regular at all the family gathering. 


I haven’t shown you how great the Squire James looks this year as he has grown into a fine, respectable man. 

I haven’t shown you the magnificent gifts that were exchanged with simple love.


I failed to show you: how battles are won in this kingdom of plenty,  


the pure love a growing boy has for his father,


the girl that is growing up into fine Lady,


and the new baby’s first Christmas. 


I almost missed showing you the magic of Christmas at our parent’s house. I almost missed showing you the pride our Queen Mother has as she looks on and celebrates not only Christmas but a life she built with her one and only King.   

                                                                              
                                                                                           Our World Tuesday ,
                                                                               My 3 Boybarians
     Communal Global

Out of sOrts

Lizzy has been out of sorts these past couple of days.  

You see, “the best Nana Ever” is out of town and things have been kind of off. 

But, don’t worry. . .  “the best Nana” will be home today and all will be right with the world. 

We are so Happy! 

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ABC Wednesday


Once upon a time

This may look like a big pile of rubble to you. But, to us it’s history. . . it’s our past. It times Margaret, our mother and I shared with our dad. 

Our father was a visionary. He was able to see beauty and opportunity in everything. . .  Even a big pile of bricks.



Once upon a time, many years ago, there was a old abandon mill that fell down. There was no hope for this big pile of devastation ~ until one day our father drove by and saw art laying in the rubble. He saw hand made bricks that could be used again. If only he had someone to pick them up, clean them off, and  get them to a new home. 


Never really seeing a problem, our father knew he could always count on the woman in his life to figure out these minor details.  So, one Sunday afternoon, after Mass, our father convinced our mother and two of his little girls to go out for a Sunday drive to see a mill that fell down.  It just so happened that the owner of this mill didn’t mind if . . .someone picked up the bricks and cleaned up the area just a little bit.  


And that someone you see just happened to be. . . me, my mother and sister. . .that’s three. 


So Margaret, our mother and I set to work with our father by our side. We piled, cleaned and scraped bricks. Two little girls, a devoted wife and the visionary moved, one by one, well over 10,000 bricks to a new home in the country.  


Through out the years the bricks were used many times. 



Once there was a devastating fire in our childhood home. The bricks were used to rebuild, remodel and repair to make the house “better then ever“.  There were so many bricks not all of them could be used at that time . . . So they waited. . . until at long last. . . the visionaries son used them on his own home many, many years later. 

NOT 
the END


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Favorite Photo Friday

If I posted in May

I can’t believe it’s almost the middle of June July 4rd ~ Independence day and I’m just now getting around to finishing this post I wanted to put up from May.  There was so much I wanted to tell you about. Sure you know about the big party and the blast from the past, but, really there was so much more. 

For weeks I had planned this post in my mind but I never really took the time to get to it done.

              Now I wonder. . .  Is it to late? 

I mean it’s July for crying out loud. It’s Independence day. I should be putting up pictures of fireworks. I would if I had one decent shot from the night. But, I don’t. So now here I am thinking, should I go backwards and just post what I had planned or what?  I am behind on this thing. I do enjoy posting very much. 

AND I think. . .


If I posted in May one of the things I most definitely would have put on would be this picture. It’s of Matthew going to the prom with good friends. I also would have told you how bad I  felt about missing the whole getting ready for prom,  dress up and posing for picture thing.  

I would have told you I missed the before prom “thing” because I was in N.C. at David’s confirmation.  I am sure I would have reminded everyone that David is Mark’s sister’s son. I’m just like that. . . I really don’t like to leave people hanging and keep them wondering ab… 

Then I would have said Mark was David’s Confirmation sponsor and the serves was quite lovely. I really was happy we were there. 
I would have told you not to worry to much about me missing the festivities for Matthew because I didn’t  actually miss seeing him in his Tux.   When I asked Matthew to put the tux on for me the day before he quickly obliged.  He’s a good son and ~ we all know ~ he loves his momma.  

I would have told you how I happily adjusted the vest and took pictures of my very handsome son that day. 

remember thinking ~  I really wish I could be a the meeting place with all the other moms for the picture fun. You know to make sure everything went off okay and just to make sure my little boy would be alright with those people and that girl.   

 Who is very lovely by the way. I really do like her very much.  

 ~  This is “my baby” we are talking about.  My Little boy. . . He’s only 6ft. 2 inches in height and you know something could happen to him. 

 and then the it occurred to me ~ 

 

 If Mark and I couldn’t be there on this very important night. . . then who would be the next best person to send.  



Who did I know with experience in this kind of thing? This person had to be someone that could go undercover and check things out without being to pushy or maybe  this person could be just pushy enough but could get away with it.    You know the type.  But, who???



The Best Nana Ever! That’s who. . .

She did a superb job! and all went well with the night.  The kids had a great time. 



One thing I know I would have liked to post in May would
have been this picture. It’s a picture of Brian and Father Theo at Brian’s
First Communion. I would have mentioned how happy and excited Brian was to finally
receive the Body of Christ.



I also would have mentioned all this took place the same day
as the big party. I would have mentioned how the whole day was a world wind of changing
clothes, getting ready and celebrations for us all. I would have mentioned this
very important fact about Brian on this post. . .if I posted in May. But, you
know what? I totally forgot.




I totally forgot to
even post this picture.



I even forgot my camera that morning and last night after I
hit post on this post, I went to bed. Then it hit me, I remembered I completely
forgot about Brian’s First Communion.
As the family
reporter it’s my duty to remember these things.  Don’t you think?



I even forgot my three older kids served for this very important
Mass. I would like to think I
would have told you all about IF I remembered my camera that morning. I was
lucky my sister had remembered hers. I mean after all. This is her kid. We were
lucky one of us was thinking that morning. 



The next thing I would have told you about. . .If I posted in May …was about Kathryn running with the Girls on the Run group. I would have told you how awesome the whole Girls on the Run  organization is and how happy I was we got involved with this club. Kathryn and her new friends trained for months together. The finial test was “the Swamp Rabbit 5k”. The girls, their moms and everyone else in the state ran this thing.  It was so wonderful. We had a great time.  I tell you there will be more of these for her.  


My last post for May probably would have mentioned the Peterson family moved; we said goodbye to our Stephanie,  baby Aubrey and Steph’s husband Brian.  If I posted this picture I think I would have wanted to say something like ~ WOW! They’re a good looking family. 

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And just because It’s not May, it’s is July 4,  Independence Day. . . and most importantly to him,  it’s this guys birthday I have to say. . . 


Happy Birthday Brian!!!!!! 

The Hoverath  July 4th Baby.