Pertubed

Well, my daughter Amanda got engaged the first of July. I'm happy for her, I really am, but I'm concerned about her mother. She's been consumed with wedding stuff since the announcement!

People say that the flowers, the pictures, and the reception is where your money goes, but I don't think they've thought about the books! We have wedding books showing up every day in our house and these jokers aren't cheap. I ask you, what can one book say that the other hasn't? You buy a dress, find a place, order some food, invite family, and pay the preacher. What's so hard with that?

I might sound a little perturbed about this whole thing, but this is how the dad should feel.

I read it in a book last night.

Check Up Coming

We don't drink the same coffee at home, Christy is a decaf flavored sissy, I drink it strong and black, like God created it to be consumed! We got a new coffee maker a few months ago that has been wonderful, no pots of coffee being wasted.

One morning last week I made my own breakfast. I put coffee in my new appliance, added water and placed my mug in its holder . While the coffee brewed I cooked my breakfast, toast and butter. When the toast popped up I buttered it and I reached for my mug and saw it overflowing with coffee.

As a started cleaning the spilled coffee it kept coming over the mug! Where was this coffee coming from? I thought someone had blessed it for consumption for the entire neighborhood. There's no way I put that much water in the coffee maker. It finally quit running and I grabbed the mug from its holder, only to find that I put the mug in upside down! Who does that kind of thing?

I need a Check Up!

Happy Birthday Bubba

It was fifty years ago today and I was staying at my Grandmother's when my Dad called. " We have a new fishing buddy" he said. My brother Marty was born!
He spend his first few weeks in the hospital with breathing problems. Before he could walk on his own he drove his walker off a 4 foot porch. He had numerous bicycle mishaps. He jumped ramps and did handstands on his skateboard. I held him as Momma drove him to have his leg sewed up from a fall. He grew into riding a dirt bike like mad man , jumps included.
These are just things I remember about him I'm sure my younger sisters remember more.
We knew he wouldn't make this long! But he fooled us.


Regrets: We never became fishing buddies. Maybe we can change that in the next 50 years.
Happy Birthday Bubba
Love ya