Tuesday, September 27, 2011


This photo is of Ellie on Treven's birthday.  She was so cute.  She was singing "The Wheels on the Bus" and she knew the sound and actions for everything...including moving her arms up and down when they asked what Grandma was doing...I thought it looked like she was flapping her wings, but it was "knit, knit, knit".  Grandpa snored, the wipers went ..."swish,swish,swish" the horn went "beep,beep,beep", the kids went "up and down", the door went "open/shut"...on and on.  I wish I had had the camcorder with us.  She is just such a joy in our lives.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Liz and her gift

Liz works at McCain Foods, and I met her when I went out on calls and had to pick something up in the storeroom.  I had no idea that she would become such a good friend.  She is just the sweetest person, and would do anything for you.  She is my CTMH gal.  I appreciated the note especially, and loved making cards with the "cake" goodies.  Enjoy, and thank you again Liz!

Liz has made my life a better thing.  I just hope that I can share my friendship with others like she has shared with me.

Sunday, September 25, 2011


This is about the last of my cards that I've taken photos of, except for the ones that I made with some embellisments that a dear friend gave me for my birthday.  I'll probably post those next.
Last night we watched the BSU game, and was thrilled when they won so readily.  I always get nervous when they take Kellen Moore out of the game, but...they did okay.  Then we watched the rerun of the Mayweather/Ortiz boxing match.  I don't know about you guys...but I'm NOT going to pay to watch boxing.  I was really disappointed that Mayweather showed such LITTLE class.  He knocks out Ortiz when he's just giving him a little hug and apologizing for the head butt he gave him.  I thought it was terrible.  Then after the match, he tells Harold Lederman that HBO should fire him...that he doesn't know anything about boxing...I laughed when Lederman told him he wished he was 50 years younger and he'd kick his A**.  Later he said, I probably wouldn't have been able to kick his A** even 50 years ago, but I sure would have given it a try.

Saturday, September 24, 2011


Another set of cards.  We raked our hay today, and I had to move all the hand lines.  It was work, but I suppose it's good for me.  Should equal out to walking on the treadmill hadn't it?  At least I'm counting it as though it did.  Then I worked on my quilt top.  I'm thinking I should have picked one that didn't have soooo many pieces to it.  I'm not sure I'll ever get this done.  Especially before Doris comes in October. 
Tonight is the BSU game, so Jeff's parents are coming over since it's on a channel they don't get.  I'm fixing tamales, rice, and a cool-whip type of salad.  I guess it will be okay.

Friday, September 23, 2011


Here's the next five cards. 
On Danelle's blog, she put a photo of my father.  Gosh, I forgot what a handsome man he was.  It's been 30 years since he died, and I still miss him so much.  He was way too young to leave this earth.  I don't really remember a ton of stuff from when I was young, but I do remember always hoeing beets all summer long.  Mom told me later, that she felt sorry for us, but Dad said..."if they would get out there and work, they could be done in half the time".  So true.  We spent more time talking and putting things on the railroad tracks, peeling up clumps of dirt at the end of the rows and carving them, lying in the rows to cool off...yeah.  We worked, but we took our sweet time about it too. I do know though, that if there was baseball practice, or anything else we were involved in, we could go.  Dad always supported us in anything we wanted to do. He was a good provider.  Of course, Mom gets alot of credit for that too.  She always sewed our clothes and made the money stretch.  I remember that when I was about in the  2nd grade, I got .10cents a week for an allowance.  I told Mom I needed new shoe laces, and she told me..."you get an allowance.  Buy your own."  To which I replied..." I have to buy my own clothes out of 10 cents a week?"  I remember riding the tractor with Dad when I was way young...before I ever went to school.  It was a little Ford tractor, and they didn't have cabs back then.  They did have a canvas cloth around it to break the cold and wind.  I remember curling up down by Dad's feet to keep warm and falling asleep, or laying on the top of the tractor where the engine was and it was so warm.  I remember him pulling us with the tractor on an old car hood in the snow...what fun.  I remember the big stacks of hay, loose, that we would slid down and play in.  Straw stacks that we built tunnels and rooms in.  We always had horses.  Dad loved horses.  I have ridden my whole life, and love to.  I remember that we had a riding club, and I would go with Dad to ride once a month on a Saturday.  There was mostly men, and they would take turns finding places to ride.  Whenever I had a friend over, Dad would saddle a couple of horses for us to ride, because not too many of my friends parents had horses.  I remember that one year Doris & Gary, and a couple of their boys, and Dad and Mom and us kids went on a weeks vacation to Bear Valley with the horses.  It was so much fun.  We so seldom took vacations.  I can really only remember about two, besides going to Nebraska to visit family.  Anyway, the horse trip to Bear Valley was so memorable.  Janell had a little shetland pony, and dad kept telling her to ride up the hill because her saddle was coming forward.  She always sang and hummed whle she rode, and she ignored his advice.  We came to a stream and her horse bent down to take a drink and she and the saddle went sliding off.  She was hollering..."mooooommmm."  We all had a good laugh over that.  Dad believed in hard work, and always pushed.  I can remember driving the pickup back and forth to raise hay bales so he and Danny could stack hay.  If I didn't do it right, he would tell me so.  I would go in the house crying and saying I wasn't going to help, but when he drove out the driveway and honked...out the door I'd go.  He was so good with my kids.  When I think about him playing with the rope and tying them up, scaring them with a rug over himself, so many things...that I wish they hadn't missed so much time with him.  He always accepted everyone...I think that's why so many people loved him.  He could accept them for whatever they were and it was fine.  He never judged.  He was a wonderful man.  I miss him every day.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011


Here's another five.  I've been in Soda for the past few days, spending time with my sister and mother.  We drove up Sunday, and spent most of the time stamping and making cards.  We did go to excercise class every morning.  We left Doris' house at 6:45 and the class was from 7:00 to 8:00.  On Tuesday, we quilted from 8:00 to 3:00.  Since she quilts one for me every year, I sure didn't mind helping out.  She belongs to a quilting club that meets every Tuesday.  It's great for her.  She has good friends, and they get alot of quilting done.  Tuesday, we finished one they had started the week before, almost finished one they started that day, and put another one one and had some of the edges done on it.  It was a great time.


After today, I'll give you a break and post something new...then it's back to cards.  Only a few more days of that.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011


I thought these were fairly cute.  Still using up scraps.  We only have a few more days to go...aren't you relieved?

Monday, September 19, 2011

# 3

Just more cards.  I put a bunch of cards (about 16-20) in cellophane bags, and I'm going to donate them to the Christmas council.  I'm just getting way too many cards.  They said last year when we did our donations that they don't get much that they can give ladies, so I did this last year and they seemed to like it.  And it gets some of this stuff out of my house.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Let's do cards repeat 2

As you can see, I was again trying to use up scraps and things that I already had stamped off and never put together.  Some of them are cute, but none of them are outstanding.  Just trying to use up some of the junk I have laying around.  My kids would probably tell me..."just throw it away", but I have a hard time doing that.  You would think I grew up during the depression or something.  I guess my parents taught me that.