Writer on a Horse
And a Dog

The world looks better from the back of a horse and the roads of life are easier with a good dog beside you.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Victim of a sick sick person

What do I always tell my kiddos... there are sick people out there... well apparently I don't take my own advice.  A very sick person posted comments to over thirty of my post... I now have administrative permission activated.  I hate people that want to use others to feed their sick minds ... please the person that posted those comments do try to comment to this one.... I've contacted blogger and we'll just see if you stay anonymous

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Unexpected treasures

Went by my Aunt LoLo's house (and yes that was her nickname not her real name) to pick up some sew stuff Logan pulled out for me.... what a trilling surprise was waiting for me.  He had these three quilts waiting for me.  I know two of these were my Granny's quilts and most likely the third one too.  They are all hand quilted.

Sorry, I couldn't get them turned right.

This one I remember helping Granny cut the pieces for... nearly 55 years ago.  Thank you Logan... these mean more to me than silver and gold.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Things my Kids will put in a yard sale

I'm a keeper... of things, memories, stories, books (although I'm not as much as I once was... got rid of several of my Civil War books but they only went to Ron's house.)

I love buttons... why?... well they make me wonder about the people that once buttoned them... about the stories they've heard and been apart of... they remind me of how we're all different like a jar full of buttons from thousand of different garments.

I love old books... Why?  well when I look at them or read them, I hear between the lines... untold stories or what could have been

I love a old man... Why?  well I ask myself that about every day.  I guess I love him so much because he knows ME ... the good, the bad and the ugly and he still loves me.

I love my babies, my children , my chickens (whose number will be increasing come end of March) my horse... really any horse.. and my dog... really most dogs.

But back to the yard sale items... most things I cherish my kids don't like... my plates on the wall, my horse figurine, my rocks, my pottery... the list goes on and on but what they do with things after I'm gone doesn't matter to me... they're special to me and I will keep them close for all of my life... oh yeah, I forget my coffee mugs (and I make sure my friends have plenty of them too) 

I love shadow boxes for love ones that have left us... here is my father-in-law's navy shadow box..

Missy asked me once to put a note on the bottom of GOOD stuff so she wouldn't sell it to cheap at a yard sale.... sorry girlfriend... you're on your on!  She was joking.... I think... or not.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Kissie Kissie

That is what my mother would always say when we left for school... we would be bounding out the door and she would yell "Kissie, kissie... have a good day."

My grandson has this face that draws girl's lips... and don't let the pictures fool ya... he loves it.
I remember when he was about four and we was in Walmart... this older lady walked by us and rubbed his hair... people would aways rub his hair and say "What pretty red hair." 
Kane asked me as the lady was walking away... Granny, why does everyone rub my hair... I said, It for luck buddy.  It's like rubbing a good luck charm.... Kane thought about this for a few minutes then said, Granny, it's not too lucky for me... I don't like people rubbing my hair.

That made me think how we all do things and sometimes we don't consider how it makes others feel. 

Valentine's Day is this week and I'm sure I'll get what I've got the last 43 years...it sure doesn't make me fat.... now 44 years ago I got candy and flowers...not just from Mr. Weaver, from several boys  hehehehehe  once you marry them they stop trying to win ya. 

Lake has a new little boyfriend and I asked her, "You going to dump him after Valentine's Day?"
Lake frowned and said, "NO!  That would be mean."
Jase, who just broke up with her boyfriend, said, "I'm going to get chocolate for my cat."
I said, "You'll come out better to buy your own flowers and candy and leave those boys alone."
They both said together, "GRANNY!"

Can't believe Lake is going to be 16 in two months and Jase will be 19 and Kane 13  All April babies

Kissie, Kissie to you all and hope you find your sweet Valentine.


Sunday, February 3, 2013

Happy belated Ground Hog Day... a friend (thanks Wanda... I used your cute picture) asked on her blog where did this tradition start and why a ground hog.... you know they are mean little boogers.  Well without looking it up or thinking about too much, I would say that the ground hog comes out of it den to breed sometime around the first of February... like skunks..  oh believe those little stinkers are out and about... just ask my son Ron who had to de-skunk his house after the dogs got one in his garage.  Phewwwww 

My first encounter with a ground hog didn't end happy.  I was maybe eight years old and I had a springer spaniel name Ginger.   Ginger had nine puppies under the crib floor of the barn.  One morning I heard her barking and ran out to see what was the matter.  She was trying to stop a ground hog that had one of her puppies in it's mouth.  Of course I ran to help.  When the ground hog saw me it either made it mad or scared it but it shook that poor puppy killing it.  I stood there horrified but Ginger was irate.  She pounced on that rodent and injured it bad but you have to know that hog was nearly as big and Ginger.  Daddy came out and told me to get Ginger.  She really didn't like that idea and nipped me twice before I could get her by the collar.  Daddy took a shovel and killed the ground hog then went to look for it's den.  He found it on the backside of the pond.  The ground hog had been a mommy and her four babies were waiting in the den.  Daddy took care of them too.  Logan, my brother, and I had a very nice funeral for the puppy and Ginger went back to caring for her puppies.

I guess that was the day I learned there is no place for varmints on a farm.