Saturday, August 1, 2009

“The chief cause of failure and unhappiness is trading what we want most for what we want in the moment”

Semi- busy afternoon:

Craig and Tia playing around...he thinks it is so nice to have someone who likes to do things he likes to do...he had bought this set a long time ago and had never had it out of the bag...he is so much happier now...he's slowly getting back to being Craig again...it's nice having him back...
then my friend, Rosie, came...and she always brings gifts...she was cleaning out her storage shed...and I got all these great baskets...I love baskets...
and she brought me a new pair of shoes from walmart...she has a pink pair with flowers...I love plaid...these will look good with my jeans...
and all this, too!
She got to stay a long time and then we had supper and then we went out...since it was a little chilly...and built a fire...it was nice and then it started raining...but under the trees we stayed dry...we came in after the rain stopped...bed will be a little early tonight...so as my mom used to say...
'night...don't let the bed bugs bite!

The skies are overcast and the rain is coming...eventually...

so on our afternoon walk...we took the camera...
one of the pepper plants...
sedum...
suprise lilies...
woody the woodpecker t-shirt...I loved Woody cartoons when I was a kid...
one of Terri's totems...
and another one...
and the shade cloth is on...
Terri called and wondered if we wanted a Strawberry pie...one of her boys ended up getting sick this weekend and couldn't make it...of course we said yes!...so while I was there picking it up and a new recipe...peach bread...which made her whole house smell great...I got some photos too...

A few things from long ago...

I was going through a tub...found this picture of my great grandma...Nellie Taylor Parker Adkins...
My mom's first mother's day card...and my dad's first father's day card...both signed from Kathy...and a thank you card from her funeral...and the blue paper is a note to the diaper delivery man...it reads...Please knock on our door for collection. We lost our baby, so won't need service later.- They were all stuck in her funeral book...She was 1 year, 25 days...
and my grandma's date nut pudding recipe...simply the best one ever...in her hand writing...