Why You Have Come Here
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Sach passed auctioneering school in Dallas! 10 days-8 to 8 every day....he now has the title of Colonel!
An attorney and an auctioneer, what next? An astronomer??
Jake plays basketball today-his team won last Sunday by 18...
He's also added another league and they won Thursday night
Friday, March 25, 2011
You roll the dice, eat a lot of food, drink a little wine, and soon everybody is laughing and competitive! This month we figured out the high and low Bunco scoring, and worked our way through 3 sets. I once again was the low scorer. We have discovered that I am a Jim Dandy Blackjack player, but rolling dice is not in my cards! The great thing is there is a prize for the lowest scorer, or fewest wins!! Left to Right(standing)April, Judy, Connie, Donna, Rachel, Crystal, Me, Noelle
(seated)Karen, Julia, Christy, Amanda
Absent this month were Barbara(Mom), Tara, and Jennifer
I'll post pictures that I took of the bloom of spring to give us hope that all is not lost.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Oh, wait, we've already done this in America, and it's sincerely damaging our school systems as they loose students and money to home schooling.
I wrote my governor and my congresspeople recently about both of these issues.
Still pondering the letter to the editor, though......
Friday, March 18, 2011
These shots are from February when it seemed that we had snow every other day. Tiger can beat Sambo to the top of the willow, especially since Eddy cut them back in preparation for the spring. I wish that I could get a pic sometime of Sambo along side Maggie, our small black dog.....Sambo is approx. the same size!
Visit friends around town
Flowers at church
Home to rest with the nursing home crowd!
And now it's time for some basketball games....speaking of basketball-Jake has just added another city league to his schedule. He plays in Chicago later this month.
Grrrrrrrr-oh, well, resorting to Operation Start the Machinery-He Won't Think I'm Doing It Right!
Stay tuned to see who out thinks the other!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
I have worked and worked to set up my Google account so that I could update my blog from my iPhone. I am sure that I am just one step away and then......NO.......it won't work.
oh, well! I will just haul out this unwieldy laptop and do some blogging from it.
Spring is about to open her welcoming arms and this weekend, with no grandgirl, and great temps, I am dragging the bossman out to help me spiff up all my flower beds.
I have added riding a bike on a prescribed training at the gym. This is really cool as it's computer takes me up and down hills for 30 minutes. Riding a bike is something that I can do for real around here as soon as we find just the right one as they sell ones specially designed for gravel roads. My doctors at Mayo clinic really pushed for the walking and bike riding.
I'll be out tomorrow to get pics from my yard to post on my blog.
My goal was to start today on a blitz to blog. I have given up Facebook for Lent, and need to get back in touch with my journaling on this venue.
The news is on this moment and as a watch more devastation and nuclear worry in Japan, I hope the fact that I care somehow, somewhere, touches someone.
well, I must go as I want to make sure Eddy finds his way out of the house to his poker game and I get the tv!!
Monday, March 7, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Well, you know, my brain just isn't wired correctly, or maybe being raised with my father who I think was anticipating an eldest son, or as my sister posted this morning, our father would look at us when we whined(bitched) and say, "well, sis, if that's not bitching, it'll do 'till bitching comes along!", or having a mother who, God forbid, in the South, went to nursing school, in 1964 with 3 girls and left daddy ALONE to cook for himself......whatever the reasons, the four Scott girls have managed to do just fine without feeling set upon by the male world.
As a matter of fact, we sit around and lament the fact that if everyone would just quit talking about the whole gender issue, we women would soon take over the world!
You know the whole, " I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never, ever let you forget you're a man" sexy siren song commercial from way back when kind of empowerment that bottles of wine can give 4 sisters!!
As I was at the gym this morning, my friend posted this on his facebook, and I stole it. I stole it because it makes me laugh, and I've been thinking of reasons for men to be happier all day!
Men Are Just Happier!
Men Are Just Happier People.
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.
You can never be pregnant.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks and engines.
A ten-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
Your underwear is $4.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
Everything on your face stays its original color...
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life.
One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
In fact, both boys get that driven, "I must be a success by 30 from their father".
I, on the other hand, made sure they knew their Shakespeare, traveled, studied philosophy, could both ride horses hell-bent for glory, could quote great poets, and never missed a free throw!
As a matter of fact, for 2 people that the whole county just shook their heads and said, they won't last, have nothing in common, we did pretty well!
No one wears clothes [for modesty]. I hate the philosophy [of people who don't care about fashion]. We all get dressed every day, and if you don’t care about it and want to belittle it, then go be naked." Jake Oliver
Occupation: sales associate at Barney's
I am looking at the snow as it breathes upon the Ozark morning. It should be a poster for tranquility. It's not.
I just had a most unsettling conversation with a friend via the phone. She is disturbed that she is my friend on Facebook and that I had posted a link to Jake's interview with a style magazine in NYC. This particular set of interviews is about ordinary people whose closets are nominated for their style. In the clip, Jake talks about being gay.
Well, you know, there are maybe 5 people in the surrounding 10,000 people who don't know this. When he came out, it was a smash to all notions of the south in America as he was an All-state basketball player who led his team to a state championship. He was a team-roper, and calf-roper of such calibre that he won trucks, saddles, thousands of dollars. He traveled all over Europe on his winnings.
So it wasn't a mild, slight twitch of the closet door. It hit the wall with a bang. We try not to make other people uncomfortable, but the time is past that I won't post some of his outstanding things happening in New York in his life now.
I went with a deep breath and just a simple, "you know what, just unfriend me"- No, she wants it taken down as people shouldn't be exposed to this aberration.
I lost all perspective. It brought back every feeling of fear from the past when I thought someone would try to kill him, the fears that we would all fall apart as a family, still half the family won't say his name, and I told her to fuck off. To never acknowledge us again, to never say my name or my child's name again, to never let me see her again in person. It felt good.
Anger is sometimes good.
I'll look at the snow later.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
This was in 2006 and he has lost about 150 pounds since this -he would want this fact pointed out in mom's blog!!
Week 3 of the 52 week project and another challenge met, albeit almost to to my demise!!! I was focusing on the legs this week and, of course, the clothing that I'm wearing has a story. Before I get to the story, I was on the stairs with the camera on tripod, shooting into the the mirror on the landing. I had sprinkled water on the mi...rror in preparation, and off we go. Just as I get the first pops of the remote, my backdoor opens upexpectedly to admit the UPS man, staring up the stairs at a Mimi in miniskirt taking pictures of herself. I can only say, "Thank God, he didn't come in while I was shooting the ones laying down with my legs on the wall! LOL!
Now the skirt....several years ago in July, Jake was home for the summer, when he go word that MTV wanted to do an interview of the his team about the work they had done in preparing costumes for the music group, Panic At The Disco. He was going to fly out of Memphis, and Eddy and I were going to drive through McDonald's and come home. I had a purse, some make-up, a pair of black stiletto pumps,(left under the seat from a church function) a pair of flip-flops, and was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
At Ash Flat, I remarked that I wished I could have gone with Jake to see his college and New York again. Eddy swings into the parking lot of Wal-Mart, says call the airline, we did, I could get a seat on Jake's flight; we left Eddy to find someone, anyone to bring him back to Salem, and I fly to NYC......with only the above items for 4 days. All the cash we had, was to be used for my ticket, cabs, cars to the airport, at least SOME food, and somehow we would get me some underwear, a dress, and this great purple skirt for $5.00 from H & M.
Never be afraid to just go, live the adventure! If you are interested, you can click on the link here http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1539330/panic-give-young-fashion-designers-lucky-break.jhtml and see Jake's interview with MTV as they keep all of these things archived.
When you see me in a purple summer wool skirt, grab me and start a conversation, or say, hey, "I need someone to fly to somewhere with me, are you game?"
All my love,
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Maybe there is an unrightness to thrusting the Great One's words upon our young quarterback, but Ryan Mallet almost did what others thought was impossible. He rallied the Hogs from a 28-10 half-time smashing to the ball and down 31-26 with a few seconds to go. He threw an interception. This does not interfere with his greatness. There is not a doubt in our minds that he will move on to a professional career.
The most important aspect of having greatness thrust upon you, is can you handle the future knowing people expect you to be great. We think he can. I might be prejudice. His father was a coach at our tiny little high school early in his career. They attended church with us. The family support is phenomenal.
I suppose all greatness, however, is a hurry up and wait kinda game, though.