This Way To My Blog

This Way To My Blog

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Missing My Babies

This is a serious talk. I'm not sure if this is a girl or boy but I know I can tell it my secrets and they won't go any farther.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Happy Grazing

It's happy grazing,we've had showers the last few days and don't even have the air conditioner on. It's great after being so hot and dry.

Monday, June 18, 2018

Rose Month

I read on the internet today that June is rose month. I've never heard that before and you know the internet wouldn't lie. You do, don't you? Anyway it may as well be June as any other month. This rose is not mine. My only rosebush  died a few months ago. Several years ago we went to pay the lease on one of the ranches where John raised his cattle. The landlord had a lot of tall cans with a rosebush in each one. I have no idea where he got them or what he was going to do with them. I paused to admire them and he told me I could have one to take home of my choice. I planted it and it did well and bloomed pretty. One about the color of this picture.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Where Does Good And Bad Stop And Start?

Tomorrow is Father's Day. What makes a parent a good or bad parent? The nearest thing to a conversation with my Daddy was when he handed me a nickel and told me to go to Tom Kenny's store and buy him a pack of Bull Durham. Yes kids could buy it back them without a thought. When I got my job after graduating high school at an insurance company I was pretty proud. When I came home to tell my parents my Daddy ask all the questions of my friend that we went to apply together. It was as if she got my job for me and I didn't know anything about it. We weren't even going to work on the same floor or do the same work so she couldn't answer the questions of my job. I was not allowed to learn to drive or buy a car. Back then you didn't go against your parents, it was almost unheard of. In all fairness I have to say he always worked and provided good food, good clothes or material for my Mama to make clothes and we always had a roof that didn't leak. Two things were important to my Daddy, a roof that didn't leak and a porch to sit on to chat with the neighbors. It wasn't important that the house didn't have much paint on it and the fact there was no bathroom, just an outhouse. He was a quiet man and never once spanked me or yelled at me. Maybe he didn't know how to talk to a girl. Where does a bad and good Daddy stop and start?

Monday, June 11, 2018


I painted this wall hanging mostly with a toothpick.

Thursday, June 7, 2018

Paper Dolls

Jack and Sherry know this is not paper dolls. They know they are real ladies and where they work. On to the paper dolls. An on line friend mentioned paper dolls today which set off memories of my childhood. I had one girl cousin who was my age and we did get to play together a lot. It seems she came to my house a lot and I had paper dolls. The tabs on the dresses drove me crazy. I did not like the way they looked sticking out and I did not like to fold them behind the dress the proper way to hold the dress on. I liked to put my fingers behind the doll and hold my thumb on the front of the dress to hold it on. It was no problem to me to make her walk or do whatever. I thought it looked smooth. Not so to my cousin. It drove her crazy that I cut the tabs off so she would lick the dress and stick it on the doll much to my dismay. Did you play paper dolls and did you like the tabs?