Thursday, May 17, 2012

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.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

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:

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

Friday, May 4, 2012

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."