Our Southern Belles

This past week our family grew by 8 paws.  We welcomed 2 Lhasa Apso puppies into our family last Saturday, December 12th.  After communicating with the breeder for about a week, we traveled 3 hours, one way, to pick up these little bundles of fur. 

We had originally decided against getting them but the breeder asked if I would reconsider and not only take one but take her sister, also.  It was hard to resist 2 puppies who look at cute as these girls. 

Even only having them for just a week, they have brought joy and smiles into our family; along with some puppy incidents. 

We look forward to many years of puppy love added to our family. 

The one with white on her face is Missi Sippi Girl.  The all black one is Alli Bama Girl.  We call them Sippi and Bama...our Southern Belles.

Alli Bama Girl (Bama)

Missi Sippi Girl (Sippi)

Thanksgiving 2015

Well, it was a great Thanksgiving as usual.  We have so much to be grateful for and not just 1 time a year. 

Brother B, Brother C and hubby spent some time in Alabama with his parents.  They enjoyed their visit while getting to fish and hunt for a few days.  I stayed behind to dog sit a friend's furbaby. 

We traveled to my grandmother's and spent the day with my mom's family.  There were 31 of us total with 5 not able to make it.  It's always great to see everyone. 

My sister and her family were in town from GA and spent Thanksgiving Day until the Sunday after with us.  We enjoyed watching football on Saturday while feasting on our annual Thanksgiving tacos. 

We didn't get any pictures of the humans but I did get a picture of the sweet furbaby I kept. 

It's all Fun and Games Until...

That moment you try to be the fun, flirty wife. You leave a surprise note in his car at the location of his meeting:

"Come join me for a Shipley's donut
And so I can see your cute butt"

It's all fun and cute until you notice him drive by with his coworker in the seat you left the note.

Boys and Toilet Paper

I bought this toilet paper holder bc of the ease it provides when replacing. All that is required is to simply slip the roll onto the arm. It takes all of one step to complete such a task...1.simple.step!

Condiments

The boys playing around with the ketchup during lunch...

"Boys, stop playing with the condiments."

Brother B to Brother C: "What are condiments?"

 Brother C: "I think it's something Daddy uses."

Me: "What???!!!!???? What do you mean it's something Daddy uses?"

"Well, doesn't he like ketchup on everything?"

"Yes, yes he does."

Veterans Day 2015

Over the past several months through various activities, Brother B has become buddies with a WW II veteran, Mr. Mooney, who lives at local retirement home.

This past Saturday, Mr. Mooney hosted a Veterans Day event at the home in honor of the Vets, specifically WW II vets, who live at the home. Brother B was invited as his special guest to interview them and listen to their stories.  We enjoyed lunch with Mr. Mooney, also. 

I had my mom bring my grandmother to be a part of this as she is a WW II wife who supported my grandfather the 3 years he served in WW II. 

We all went to support Brother B, Mr. Mooney and the other Vets. We all left with a deeper ...appreciation for this generation.

Both my grandfathers served in WW II. And I am honored to keep their stories alive to Brother B.
Mr. Mooney and his fellow Vets consider it an honor to be remembered and they long for their stories to be remembered and retold. They fear that future generations will not remember the cause of WW II and the resolve this nation had in fighting this war. And, sadly, his worries and fear are well founded.

So today, I remember my grandfathers, the WW II wives, Mr. Mooney, his fellow WW II Vets and the many others who have served our nation with a resolve and a resilience that has made America the greatest nation to live.

Below, you will see Brother B with the WW II Vets and Mr. Mooney from Saturday's program.

 

Hark, the Herald Angel

Listening to Christmas music...

Brother C: "Momma, I like this song. It talks about, Hark, one of the angels at Jesus' birth."

"Who?"

"Hark. He sang at Jesus' birth."

"Son, there wasn't an angel named Hark. Hark means, to 'pay attention or listen'...so when it says 'Hark, the herald angels sing'...it means to listen, they are announcing his birth."

"Are you sure, his name wasn't Hark? This song says it was."

"No, baby, his name wasn't Hark...it was Gabrielle."

"Then why doesn't it say Gabrielle."

"I.Do.Not.Know."