Poof…30 years gone in a flash…don’t blink.
Poof…30 years gone in a flash…don’t blink.
A week into Christmas break from school~three days yet to go and am absolutely loving the time off! Starting to miss some of my work friends~and the kiddos…a bit. Not missing having to punch the old time clock~so to speak. I enjoy being a free spirit~going the way the wind blows and not being pinned down.
Christmas went fairly well at the homestead this year~the girl and the boyfriend were able to get home from NebraskaLand for a few days which was the topping on the cake! Old Boy’s folks stayed in Florida this year and his sister and her family went down~so it was just my family this year.
With Christmas falling as it did~the girl was able to come home Friday night and didn’t have to leave until just afternoon on Tuesday. We shopped, went out to eat and had a joint birthday party for her and her boyfriend whom both have December birthdays. The kids even humored me and helped decorate at the cemetery and didn’t complain about taking pictures after.
Christmas Eve, the family and I met my brother at our church for our yearly gathering. We took our annual pictures of the kids in front of the Christmas Tree at the church. Afterwards it was off to the parents for our annual after church Futjens. Always such a nice evening.
Christmas Day was hectic~as per usual. It was the first time in years all the grandchildren were together~they didn’t even argue about taking pictures together. Didn’t even get into words with my niece I tend to get into ugly arguments with. Was really a nice day and a great prolonged weekend holiday!
Hated seeing the girl back off to NebraskaLand after having her home for days~however it was so nice just having her home. The longer she’s gone and the less she comes home I feel less and less like I have a daughter. Changing seasons aren’t always the best for all parties involved. She’s making a great life for herself out west and it’s a good thing, miss her though.
Now I’ve been working on the wartorn looking house we call a home. Have yet to get a good routine going with working outside the house~hate having to use most of my vacation having to deep clean the house, but we do what we have to do! A couple days ago I discovered we had a dining room table, kitchen counters and a floor in the dining room. Who would have known? Bubba rediscovered his bathroom and bedroom floors today…now if he could discover the rest of the bathroom I would de-germ that room. Boys!
(these two normally won’t sleep this close, but mom made a couple new afghans)
My wedding day doesn’t even hit the top five of best days in my life. We should have gone with our first instinct and have eloped and had a big party later…someone’s mother had a fit that her only son was not going to elope…so we gave in.
My favorite photo from our wedding, with my paternal grandfather…one of the biggest loves of my life. 19 years ago he left us, still one of the biggest influences of my life.
We have few pictures from our wedding…only one roll of pictures our photographer took turned out…the rest had somehow been exposed. This one a friend took, it hangs on our fridge.
I have a handful of photos of Old Boy braiding K’s hair over the years…when she was very young she told her he learned to braid hair while in the marines. He was never in the service, but a continuing family story none the less.
I have most definitely been blessed with one of the best dad’s out there! Few things bring me as much joy as giving him a hard time…keeps him young! Or something like that!
Always letting me ride along, letting me get away with things we both knew wouldn’t fly with mom, even taking the blame sometimes when mom was angry about something he saw as nothing to get worked up over. Maybe spoiling me more that my older siblings.
He taught me all I know about horses. He taught me how to give shots when working cattle and always said I was the best shot giver he ever had. He taught me how to sort and move cattle and how to get them in. Taught me how to fix fence and drive the tractor and how to drive a team of horses. Never treated me different than my brother out on the farm. Stood up for me when his father said I should study something besides agriculture in college.
This man wasn’t supposed to live to see my high school graduation day….he was in Nam and Agent Orange has been a part of our lives as long as I can remember…he’s too bullheaded, still works harder than the rest of us at age 74. So, I do know how fortunate and blessed we are to still have him to harass!
He’ll be out team roping today for Father’s Day, as he always does. So proud to call this trouble maker my dad!
Me with Lil and Lit’l Pisser, racing.
Old Boy, summer of 89.
Grampa and grandsons sorting out a load to go to the sale barn.
This song speaks so deep to my heart and my soul. Cannot explain the intense feeling in my chest when I listen to this song. Pride of where and whom I come from. The attachment I feel to the ground I grew up on. The feel of the soil in my hands. When in a sentimental mood the words can bring tears to my eyes. I swear it’s in my blood, has to be in the DNA.
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