Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Don't Start Fussin' & Cryin'........

This past week,
has been a pretty good week...
good weather and stormy weather to boot...
Michael and I enjoyed a trip
to north Georgia for a little outlet shopping.
And Monday, like every Monday
was laundry day..
Not a lot of camera worthy events
since our little fellow went home..
maybe some pretty "blooming"
the next big event will be a
Robert Earl Keene concert
and a trip to Washington d.c...
plan on visiting some more
more monuments,
maybe see some cherry tree blossoms..
and going to Mt. Vernon..
I still think distant cousins
aught to get to spend the night..
hey, I'm just sayin'..
Anyway, I thought this week's posting could be a slide...
of pictures taken while talking on Skypes
(the web-cam)
in the last couple of months.
Now, now..don't start callin', fussin' and cryin'..
All y'all look just fine..
might add
down right good to me!
So here are some candid shots taken on Skypes of
my near and dear...
Love to all y'all!

Monday, March 22, 2010

Ye haw Cowboy, ..Hurry and Catch that Train!

On Friday March the twelfth
Felice, Bill and Michael
made the trip down from Virginia...
Saturday morning ,
Papa and Baba gathered up their golf bats
and scampered gleefully
away to play golf ,
while Mommy, Michael and I
started our outings at the Coach House for breakfast
Michael enjoyed eggs, pancake, bacon and grits
and I tried the daily special
sweet potato pancakes..
(Is anyone really surprised?)
After our repast we went on a small shopping excursion and then returned to the house to rest momentarily
for the big night which lay ahead!
Papa had gotten tickets for us to go see the bull riding show!
In the beginning, Michael W. was very serious!
Soaking everything in!
By the second half of the show
he was standing waving his arms and dancing
with the music..
A very large time was had by all.
Sunday morning another outing to the Coach House..
on the way we learned from Michael W. that
"All peoples likes bacon!!!"
After breakfast,
Mommy and Baba followed the interstate
back to Virginia in order to be ready
to start the next week on time..
Michael W stayed with us..
for the week.
During the next week..
we ate out with Papa for lunch several times,
went to the children's museum,
ate out on our own, at Cici's Pizza..
(supposedly one of Michael's favorites!)
Read rhymes about
Thomas and his friends on the railroad
played very hard with trains, and bouncy horses..
I set up a train table in my craft/ sewing room
thinking that
(You just keep right on thinkin' there , Butch!)
while Michael would play with his trains
I could get some sewing and mending done.
Well, let me just say...
I had much more fun working on Sir Toppum Hatt's railway
than working on any "old" project...
It will be much more fun to sew this week...
This time in "Michael's room" he found a new,
big boy bed (twin bed)
all decked out in Thomas bed clothing!
A new "easy up and down"
boarder of Thomas and friends clung
just above the chair railing
and a few new books on his shelf!
On Thursday,
Mam-maw and Pap-paw Ryan
came up to visit we all went out to eat
and they spent the night!
Then on Friday,
we went out to Papa's job in order to
help them along with our copious amounts
of knowledge about construction!
Michael jumped right in as
if he'd been on more than one construction site...
I am more than sure his Papa
appreciated all the insight and help!
We had a very big time all week...
Meeting his parents at the half way mark
on Saturday
for a bite of late lunch
and a big boy swapping..
I watched him from across
the table as he,
Chattered away,
so excited to see his Mommy and Baba again,
every now and again punctuating this fact with a few
bounces up and down on the booth like seat!
And upon burping
looking very excited that he
remembered and could tell them...
"I gonna blow up!!"
a small pang touched my heart
that my boy was going home...
and yet, I sat back and ate and began
my resting!
And I continue to rest!
Being a grandparent is out of this world tremendous!!
Having them come and stay is so exciting and fun!
and watching them go home to a wonderfully loving family
is a really good thing , too!
Hundreds of pictures were taken,
and at least that many videos..
let me let you in on a little secret..
when blogging ..
uploading pictures can take hours..
so then you make slides..
today it has still taken forever...
also the phone has been ringing all day..
now when you up load a slide or video..
it shows up as a blank spot till you hit "Post"..
so if you hold a conversation in between two up loadings..
well let's put it this way..
I am no longer sure if any of these are in order or not..
or if one is there twice or one even missed the boat..
The order in which things were intended...
(Uh-Oh, I see Mam-maw & Pap-paw jumped on board
to begin with...well, that's alright!)
  • Bull riding video
  • Happy Birthday Aunt Mary video
  • Children's Museum slide
  • Playing downstairs
  • Michael's play area in my craft room
  • Working on the railroad all the live long day
  • Michael's room at Papa and Gamma's
  • Me being locked in
  • Pictures of Mam-maw and Pap-paw
  • MWH visits the big man's job
  • and then someone is tired of the camera...

If these are out of sequence , please forgive..

and remember

according to Michael

"I do my best!"

but, do go ahead and enjoy

some moments of our week with Michael!

...and then out of the mouth of babes...

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Saint Patrick's Day

I'm hoping ye don't mind
a rerun from a year ago
about St Patties Day...
I know some are still
not quite clear
on the story of
St. Patrick
and I thought what better day to
post this again..
Besides Little Michael W. is visiting
and even though I have taken
hundreds of pictures..
I do not at this time have the hours
to devote to a new posting..
I will get to that at the beginning
of this next week after our
little fellow goes home..
and a
Happy Birthday
Outlook for all things



Even though the maiden name hints

nothing at it..

a "wee" bit of the green

runs in our blood...


happily wed with such a last name

that all but screams "Irish"

I don't think it would be

in any which way or form


the least bit proper

if we let the day slip by and not

bring it forth , look at it, talk it over,

sing about it ..


those that do..

raise a glass or mug...

to the

Emerald Isle

known as



Throughout the day
Irish eyes will be smiling,
fountain waters, rivers and beers
will be dyed green,
parades will be had,
flags will be waved,
the bag pipes will be played,
the green will be worn
and many will croon about
"Oh, Danny boy.."
a day to celebrate
our ancestry...
(even if we have to look way back and
squint to get a glimpse of those that
came long before us...)
We will tip our hats
toward Ireland and the
Saint Patrick.
We use the day to remember Saint Patrick,

the one and only that rid the

whole isle of SNAKES!

Oh, but did he?
Who Was St. Patrick?
St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland,
is one of Christianity's most widely known figures.
But for all his celebrity, his life remains somewhat of a mystery.
Many of the stories traditionally associated with St. Patrick,
including the famous account of his banishing all the snakes from Ireland,
are false, the products of hundreds of years of
exaggerated storytelling.
Taken Prisoner By Irish Raiders
It is known that St. Patrick was born in Britain
to wealthy parents
near the end of the fourth century.
He is believed to have died on March 17, around 460 A.D.
Although his father was a Christian deacon,
it has been suggested
that he probably took on the role because of tax incentives
and there is no evidence
that Patrick came from a particularly religious family.
At the age of sixteen, Patrick was taken prisoner
by a group of Irish raiders who were attacking his family's estate.
They transported him to Ireland where he spent six years in captivity.
(There is some dispute over where this captivity took place.
Although many believe
he was taken to live in Mount Slemish in County Antrim,
it is more likely that he was held in County Mayo near Killala.)
During this time,
he worked as a shepherd, outdoors and away from people.
Lonely and afraid, he turned to his religion for solace,
becoming a devout Christian.
(It is also believed that Patrick first began to dream of converting
the Irish people to Christianity during his captivity.)
Guided By Visions
After more than six years as a prisoner,
Patrick escaped.
According to his writing,
a voice-which he believed to be God's-spoke to him in a dream,
telling him it was time to leave Ireland.
To do so,
Patrick walked nearly 200 miles from County Mayo,
where it is believed he was held,
to the Irish coast.
After escaping to Britain,
Patrick reported that he experienced a second revelation
-an angel in a dream tells him to return to Ireland as a missionary.
Soon after,
Patrick began religious training, a course of study
that lasted more than fifteen years.
After his ordination as a priest,
he was sent to Ireland with a
dual mission-to minister to Christians
already living in Ireland and to begin to convert the Irish.
(Interestingly, this mission contradicts the widely
held notion that Patrick introduced Christianity to Ireland.)
Bonfires and Crosses
Familiar with the Irish language and culture,
Patrick chose to incorporate traditional ritual
into his lessons of Christianity instead of
attempting to eradicate native Irish beliefs.
For instance,
he used bonfires to celebrate Easter
since the Irish were used to honoring their gods with fire.
He also superimposed a sun, a powerful Irish symbol,
onto the Christian cross
to create what is now called a Celtic cross,
so that veneration of the symbol would seem more natural to the Irish. (Although there were a small number of Christians on the island when Patrick arrived, most Irish practiced a nature-based pagan religion.
The Irish culture centered around a rich tradition of oral legend and myth.
When this is considered, it is no surprise that the story of Patrick's life became exaggerated over the centuries-spinning exciting tales
to remember history has always been a part of the Irish way of life.)
The above information was obtained at history . com
follow the link below, if you would like, for more info on

Ireland and St. Patrick
The absence of snakes in Ireland seems to cry out for an explanation

— but only if one regards or ventures to the island from outside:

from England, say, or from continental Europe.

To the indigenous Celts, there would, of course, have been nothing to explain.

The Gaelic peoples no more needed to explain an absence of snakes

on their island home than they needed to explain an absence of kangaroos.

To those who came to Ireland from abroad,


a dearth of serpents was a striking anomaly in need of an answer.

We humans must have answers.

And so arose the legend of St. Patrick and the snakes.

The reason Ireland has no snakes,

so the story goes,

is that Patrick charmed all snakes on the island

to come down to the seashore,

slither into the water, and drown.
(truth or blarney?)

So Ireland did once have snakes, but it has them no more.

Patrick charmed them all into the sea.

So lets look to the Smithsonian National Park

for an explanation of why Ireland has no snakes...

Now snakes are found in deserts, grasslands, forests, mountains, and even oceans virtually everywhere around the world.

Everywhere except Ireland,

New Zealand, Iceland, Greenland, and Antarctica,

that is.

One thing these few snake-less parts of the world have in common is that

they are surrounded by water.

New Zealand, for instance,

split off from Australia and Asia before snakes ever evolved.

So far,

no serpent has successfully migrated across the open ocean to a new terrestrial home.

As the world's oceans have risen and fallen over the millennia,

land bridges have come and gone between Ireland,

other parts of Great Britain, and the European mainland,

allowing animals and early humans to cross.

However, any snake that may have slithered it's way to Ireland

would have turned into a Popsicle when the ice ages hit.

The most recent ice age began about

three million years ago and continues into the present.

Between warm periods like the current climate,

glaciers have advanced and retreated

more than 20 times, often completely blanketing Ireland with ice.

Snakes, being cold-blooded animals,

simply aren't able to survive in areas where the ground

is frozen year round.

Ireland thawed out for the last time

only 15,000 years ago.

Since then,

12 miles of icy-cold water

in the Northern Channel have separated

Ireland from neighboring Scotland,

which does harbor a few species of snakes.

There are no snakes in Ireland

for the simple reason that they can't get there.

Now, with all the science laid out

before us..

and our educated

minds used..

I ,myself ,think life is a little

more fun..

when contemplating

the snakes exit from Ireland

if we throw in a little



May you always have walls for the winds,
a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire,
laughter to cheer you, those you love near you,
and all your heart might desire.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Time for Toe Wiggling!!

In my heart I know that spring
has come!
Yesterday, the temperatures reached
all the way up into the sweet warm seventies,
with a promised repeat today ...
I spent the day dressed in a short sleeved tee shirt accompanied
by ten "nekid" toes!
(Yes, I know the difference between naked and "nekid".
Naked being when you don't have any clothes on and "nekid" when you don't have any clothes on and you are up to sumthin'..)*
Well, believe me my toes were up to something...
after spending so much time this past fall and winter in
shoes and boots..
they were plum wiggling with glee!!
The season change is also evident by the fact
that the big "Spring Blow" has begun..
Miss Chloe is shedding that soft undercoat,
that helps insulate them so well in the cold winter..
Thibodeaux being of such a young and tender age,
has not yet donned his full undercoat at this time..
all in all this shedding
brings the little song birds
around our house to
flitter about,
gathering the small white soft tuft's
left across the deck and yard,
carrying off bits in their beaks
causing them to resemble
miniature winged, white bearded Santa Clauses...
Ahh, such a prize
to be able to feather ones nest
with the soft warm down
of a Pyrenees Pup!
*(all southerners know the difference in naked and nekid
due to the clever writings of one of the South's own sons..
Louis Grizzard.
If for some reason your life has gone thus far without
being blessed by the true wit of Louis I whole heartedly
suggest his books to bring not only a smile to your face..
and a glint to your eye
but most likely a giggle or even a belly laugh!)
In the past few weeks I have been very busy
working to finish a long promised project..
It should have been done before now.
but, somehow "life" kept getting in my way..
I must confess, that when
I am involved in such a painting or sewing project...
well, as Michael would so delicately put it..
"She won't look up to spit!"
I tend to get a bit involved and lose all track of time..
Gennifer (my third child..almost)
lived across the field
and grew up before our eyes...
from the time she was in diapers
through the days of playing in the yard,
and now with a little one of her own..
so the growth chart and co-ordinating pictures
below were promised for Miss Mavanea Grace's
nursery walls...
MG was born last June...
she started pulling up and standing by herself
this month...
I had to set a fire and get busy!!
Next thing I'll know
is that she has not only started
driving but has graduated from high school!
So, Gen..
I will get these to you as soon as I can
even if I have to ship them..
so sorry it took so long!
hope you like them!
We love you!

MG's parents love to fish...
and are betting she will too.


March the ninth is
Miss Belle's Chlothilde Lagniappe's
seventh birthday...
On March seventeenth
Mr. Thibodeaux Maximus Patou
will turn the ripe old age of one!
What a joy they bring to our lives!

On March the tenth
Michael and I will celebrate
our thirty-second anniversary..
Michael, you complete me!
I love you!
March is full of birthday celebrations...
We want to wish each and everyone
many, many happy returns!
Charles Ryan

Brandon Mohler

Cathy Pemberton
"Cathy Jean"

Dakota Goodman

Randy Pemberton

Mary Slaten

Jeff Ryan
"little brother"

Elizabeth Biddle

Mary Leeanna Lester
(Mam-maw Robertsons mother)
Over the next few weeks
our calender is full.
We plan to "start" celebrating
our anniversary tomorrow
with dinner out...
then this week-end
Felice, Bill and Michael W.
are coming to visit
Michael's Papa & Gamma
Saturday night we are all going to see the
"Bull Riding"
(Gosh, darn it I don't have my cowgirl boots with me!)
When Felice and Bill return to Virginia
Michael will grace us with a weeks long visit!!
There is no telling what outings we will come up with!
We plan on continuing the celebration
all the way into the first of April !!
With a Robert Earl Keene concert in Charlottesville
followed by a week end spent in Colonial Williamsburg.
I am hoping all y'all are getting to enjoy this
wonderful warm, sunny weather
and everyone is getting
to wiggle their toes!