New Look by Accident

I was taking a break from the end-of-school year things and thought I would play with my blog background. Boy, did I ever mess up. I can't find my original layout or template. Needless to change it has been a while since I played with the backgrounds and templates. Just like other technologies, they have upgraded and changed to a different version. Now I have another tutorial to read and go through. I was just looking for something simple and creative to do tonight.... This was not it. I think I will go play a game on my iPad.

Happy Mother's Day

I guess since my quiet time Friday morning before school, I have been missing my mother. During our morning announcements at school Friday, Mrs. Murphy mentioned how the kids should tell the mother figure in their life how much they appreciate all they do for them. I think most of the kids ignored her, but tears streamed down my face, as I wished that I could have one more chance with my mom. As I get older   I see my mother in the mirror as I put on my makeup, but I know that I am not half the woman that she was. I just hope that she knew or knows the great influence she was and still is daily in my life.

She was one great Christian, southern lady, full of beauty,(inside and out) and grace. Mother was the epitome of a role model for any young woman. Diana did a great job describing our mother in this post: http://www.dfseason.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-two-marvelous-moms.html.

Bennie Henderson Scoggins, I thank God for blessing my life with you as my mother. You were the best!

Three Stooges Hay Baling

Three Stooges studying the situation while eating.

First Bale

I may get in trouble for writing this one, but last week had been one of those weeks. Rick and his "other" brothers had been trying to cut, rake, and bale the hay crop. First, Rick and Greg replaced the spikes on the rake the week before. Monday and Tuesday nights the cutter had to be tinkered with. The third night finally the hay got cut. Next was the hay baler episodes. The guys worked all day Saturday and averaged one bale of hay per hour. The boys were bruised, tired, and scratched up. The hay baler won round one. Sunday was a new day. Same story - second verse. They took Monday off, because they thought the hay might be a little too wet. Tuesday, same story - third verse. The rest of the story is history. The guys decided to buy a new baler. It is Friday afternoon, and we are waiting on the delivery of the new equipment. I made several comments through the week that the old-time farmers, including my dad, are smiling down at these guys trying to figure out how to make these piece of machineries work. Rick's comment is that they are saying, "been there, done that."

A Great Week End

Talk about random, this last Wednesday to Sunday was about as random as can be. Wednesday night Rick and I picked Chad up at the airport. I had a great Thursday with him. Then off to Dallas he went to catch up with Dave and the rest of his friends. Rick and I were off to the races; however, we had a blowout on our travel trailer on I35. Thanks to Rick and Diana they came to our rescue just in the knick of time. Only one tire shop was open at 7:30 at night. We finally got our trailer set up at the racetrack, and off to the airport Diana and I went again at midnight. Jerry came in from Cambodia. We did all the normal race activities. We had great family time with Jenna, a friend, Justin, and Jonah. The races were disappointing, we did not get to see one wreck! Saturday night at midnight we decided to pack up and come home because a storm was brewing. Sunday was the end to a great week. I had ALL my family, except Tara - the newest member in my family, in my house at one time, for a meal of course. Tara, you were missed!

Easter Week 2012

This week is always a special week to me on various levels. So this post will be as random as ever with old and new comments in NO particular order.

My wonderful, beautiful daughter-in-law had her first birthday as a Davis, in Singapore. Luckily, her dad got to go visit and make her birthday special. I am sorry that I missed getting to hug her in person. We are so blessed to have her a part of our family, AND be willing to live the adventurous life with Chad out of the country.

In this past Good Friday post, I explain why good Friday is so memorable to me.

On Wednesday of this week, Marlon, a good friend near to my age, had a "significant" heart attack while playing the drums during praise practice at church. He had to have a stint put in. This morning, he was back at church playing the drums. The entire ordeal was emotional; I am so glad that God chose to let him live.

The Sunday School lesson, music, video, and sermon at church this morning was a fantastic experience. I felt God's presence when we walked in His house. I know with out a doubt that we serve a risen Savior;  I am so thankful that "He Lives," and that this is truly the reason for all seasons.

Rick, if and when you read this, thanks for being in my life these last 10 years. Kids, you were all missed today. For various reasons, Greg, Chad, Jenna, nor Justin got to be with us today.

Thanks to Rick's girls for letting me be a part of their lives. We got to watch four ballgames Saturday of the older grandchildren. Today, Cade and Cali came to visit.

Whoever reads this, I hope that you had a wonderful Easter. Zach played for Deion yesterday on one of his "truth"teams. On the fans' tshirts was a quote that said something about we look good, we play good, we feel good, and all is good. I can't remember the exact saying, but the bottom line was that Life is Good! I hope you can say the same thing. Happy Easter!

The Sad Conclusion

Rick knew best. As I stated earlier, he would not let me name the calf. He had his doubts. The downhill slide began when the mother cow's udders started drying up - one per day. Each day we had less real milk and had to use the fake stuff. By Friday the mother was dried up. The calf would suck from the bottle, but she would not stand up without Rick holding her up. I kept saying that we just needed to do physical therapy on her. The story ended Saturday morning, one week after finding her in the cedar tree; a coyote got her during the night. So the story ends without a "happily ever after."

The Rest of the Story

The little calf I wrote about in the last post has had a tragic experience. She got caught in a huge cedar tree and was stuck for about 24-20 hours. She could not stand up nor could she nurse. Rick has been milking the mother cow and bottle feeding the baby. The baby calf is about as thin as she could possibly be. Time will tell. Rick says that I can not name the calf until it stands by itself.