Joan, the picture is in honor of you and your blog. Just cleanin' up a little here in French Lique!
1. Where is your cell phone? Kitchen 2. Where is your significant other? office 3. Your hair color? Blonde 4. Your mother? absent 5. Your father? died 6. Your favorite thing? hubby 7. Your dream last night? Obama! 8. Your dream/goal? retirement 9. The room you're in? office 10. Your hobby? reading 11. Your fear? fearless! 12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? here 13. Where were you last night? livingroom 14. What you're not? skinny 15. One of your wish-list items? cabin 16. Where you grew up? everywhere 17. The last thing you did? cooked 18. What are you wearing? sweats 19. Your TV? off 20. Your pet? poodles 21. Your computer? Debussy 22. Your mood? content 23. Missing someone? sister 24. Your car? sporty 25. Something you're not wearing? shoes 26. Favorite store? Antiques 27. Your summer? hot! 28. Love someone? endlessly 29. Your favorite color? pink 30. When is the last time you laughed? tonight 31. When is the last time you cried? Movie
Fall is a wonderful time of year in South Texas. The mornings are crisp and cool, the afternoon, warm and sunny...
Fall came in the form of a "norther" yesterday - this mornings low... 41-degrees. The afternoon high... 74-degrees. Nearly everyone here will tell you "it's COLD"... but I'll tell you "It's BEAUTIFUL"!
Just enjoying the cool breezes and the warm sunshine down here in French Lique...
Anonymous Poem posted on: Campbell High Class of 1961 Official Website Thank you Anonymous... I love your poem...
A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street, A mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat. In the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone, And no need for recording things, someone was always home. We only had a living room where we would congregate, Unless it was at mealtime in the kitchen where we ate. We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine, When meeting as a family those two rooms would work out fine. We only had one TV set, and channels maybe two, But always there was one of them with something worth the view. For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip, And if you wanted flavor there was Lipton's® onion dip. Store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook, And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker's® book. The snacks were even healthy with the best ingredients, No labels with a hundred things that make not a bit of sense. Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play, We all did things together -- even go to church to pray. When we did our weekend trips depending on the weather, No one stayed at home because we liked to be together. Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own, But we knew where the others were without our own cell phone. Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star, And nothing can compare to watching movies in your car. Then there were the picnics at the peak of summer season, Pack a lunch and find some trees and never need a reason. Get a baseball game together with the friends you know, Have real action playing ball -- and no game video. Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend, And didn't need insurance or a lawyer to defend? The way that he took care of you or what he had to do, Because he took an oath and strived to do the best for you. Remember going to the store and shopping casually, And when you went to pay for it you used your own money? Nothing that you had to swipe or punch in some amount, Remember when the cashier person had to really count? Remember when we breathed the air; it smelled so fresh and clean, And chemicals were not used on the grass to keep it green. The milkman and the bread man used to go from door to door, And it was just a few cents more than going to the store. There was a time when mailed letters came right to your door, Without a lot of junk mail ads sent out by every store. The mailman knew each house by name and knew where it was sent; There were not loads of mail addressed to "present occupant." Remember when the words "I do" meant that you really did, And not just temporarily 'til someone blows their lid. There was no such thing as "no one's fault; we just made a mistake," There was a time when married life was built on give and take. There was a time when just one glance was all that it would take, And you would know the kind of car, the model and the make. They didn't look like turtles trying to squeeze out every mile; They were streamlined, white walls and fins, and really had some style. One time the music that you played whenever you would jive, Was from a vinyl, big-holed record called a forty-five. The record player had a post to keep them all in line, And then the records would drop down and play one at a time. Oh sure, we had our problems then, just like we do today, And always we were striving, trying for a better way. And every year that passed us by brought new and greater things, We now can even program phones with music or with rings. Oh, the simple life we lived still seems like so much fun, How can you explain a game, just kick the can and run? And why would boys put baseball cards between bicycle spokes, And for a nickel red machines had little bottled Cokes? This life seemed so much easier and slower in some ways, I love the new technology but I sure miss those days. So time moves on and so do we, and nothing stays the same, But I sure love to reminisce and walk down memory lane.
Yeap... just strollin' down Memory Lane right here in French Lique...
Something about the Autum coming. Cooler weather, pumpkins and changing colors... I start thinking about going to Hot Springs and visiting the lake... It's quiet, it's peaceful, it's me... It's where I catch my breath and recharge my batteries...
Longing for the Autumn Lake.. sittin' here in French Lique.
Lest my friends, that drop by from time to time to read my blog, think that I am the only crazy woman in French Lique... let me share with you an email received today from my kookie sister-in-law Cindy. See Cindy, I got ya back! ;) Never mess with a woman that has her own BLOG.
You've been Mooned!!
One rule to this game....You can NOT get someone who has already gotten you! Now...go out there and get as many people as you can, before they get you. I got you first! and you can't get me back! Nanee - Nanee - Nanee!(hehe) We do not stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing. Never Be The First To Get Old!!!!! Cindy"
The worst part of the 2008 Presidential Election Cycle? That we have to choose between one of these two Bozo's.
It's a scary thing when I come to the determination that Joe Biden makes the most sense to me... And Sarah Palin is the most honest.... Yikes! God Bless America...Please! We're gonna need some help down here in French Lique.