A Breach.. dear goodness no!!!

There has been a breach...

RED 1: HQ, the Pig has been attacked.

HQ: Repeat RED 1?
...
RED 1: HQ, the Pig has been attacked, I repeat the Pig has been attacked.

HQ: Rescue the Pig, RED 1, Rescue the Pig.

RED 1: There are snipers everywhere HQ.

HQ: Rescue the Pig, I repeat .. Rescue the Pig.

(yelling, meowing and thumping)

RED 1: HQ, the Pig has been recovered. The bell and tail are intact, there were minimal losses. I repeat the Pig has been recovered. We are coming home.

HQ: Well done RED 1, Over.

 

 

Changing of the Guard

I am losing family members. While I know this is the natural order of things, I DO NOT LIKE IT. I am missing having those family members. Even if I didn't see them every day, it was a comfort knowing they were there.

We (my generation of cousins) are now the Old Guard. I don't mind being the old guard, but not at the cost of losing those before me. I loved the stories that were shared, their laughter and smiles. Us kids looking up to those before us. I don't mind getting older, I am really not scared of dying either. Actually, I have a plan to help me go like I want. (That is a story for another day) I am really saddened by them aging and leaving us, leaving a wound that will heal, but will definitely leave a scar. We can't even begin to take their place and I am pretty sure we don't want to.

I Salute those who were the "Old Guard" before us, alive and gone:

Francis (Chicky) Lundy     
Susan Basham                  
Pinky Bishop                                   
Johnny Bishop                  
Taffy Bishop                     
Jerry Taylor                      
Jerry Basham                       
Jack Cornwell
Mike Cornwell
Sharon Ellingson
Jesse Ellingson
Patty Basham
Johnny (Jr) O'Neil
Val Burbank Cornwell
Larry O'Neil

Family and Friends, feel free to add to this list in a comment if you remember names I might have forgetten.

T~

 

 

Misty Water Colored Memories

 

 

I can't begin to tell you how much it warms my heart, that my mother shared a love of "old" movies with me. I remember the Disney movies that she would take us to see, my brother and I.

Of course their are a bunch of remakes of many of the Disney movies I have seen, but they will never be as good as what I grew up on. I have some of the most wonderful memories of my mother and I watching Lana Turner

and Sandra Dee in Imitation of Life, by the end of it we were both in tears

with boxes of tissure each. I cherish that more than any gift I ever got.

 

There are so many wonderful old movies out there. A few of my favorites are:

 

National Velvet

The Aristocats

Candleshoe

Darby O'Gill and the Little People

Dumbo

The Original Incredible Journey

Mary Poppins

Swiss Family Robinson

Pollyanna

The Ugly Dachshund

So many wonderful childrens movies.

 

When we got older we enjoyed things like:

 

The Bad News Bears

The Original Willy Wonka

Charlottes Web

The Original Where the Red Fern Grows

 

Then of course when they are older please make sure they see

 

Meet me in St. Louis

The Harvey Girls

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

Brigadoon

 

so many.. so so many wonderful movies that your children will miss

out on. These movies have heart and soul. They are cookie cutter

shoot em up and kill movies. Wonderful stories

with amazing actors and actresses that shouldn't be

forgotten.

Make some of your own wonderful memories with your children

and grandchildren.. snuggled up on the couch, eating popcorn

and just watching something magickal, an era that we will

only get to see on the screen.

 

Thank you Mother, I love you~

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fabric Whoredom

 

 

Fabric Whore

 

 

Some things run in us, genetic or hereditary. There is hair color, eye color, personalities.. I believe things like alcholism and such. I also think that things like: collecting things might be inherent. I think my father has a genetic affinity for collecting junk. If there is a garage sale he will find it and buy something. Then he will drag it to my house and then tell me I have way to much shit at my house. I think to myself, "hmmm ~ could any of that crap be yours?" When half of it is! lol

Anyways, I don't know who I would have inherited this from, but I believe I have an affinity for fabric. I am a fabric whore. Is this something that runs in my family? I know my mother could sew clothes and make outfits amazingly well! My grandmother could crochet and draw beautifully. I make quilts, they are alright.. I like them and they keep us warm. But I just have this affliction, I need fabric. More and more fabric. There is never enough. I am always seeing quilt patterns that I want to make so I need fabric for them. I have lots and lots of fabric together for certain quilts I want to make, but I crave more! MORE! The fabric whore comes out in me at JoAnn's and Lori's Pins and Needles and Quilter's Nest.

 

So, I will embrace my fabric whoriness. I will indulge and gorge my quilters

heart and desires with fabric. Gimme, gimme, gimme. Is there a cure for this? A pill? I guess it could be worse, I could be a tequila whore and my clothes could fall off.