Verse of the day:
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Trip to Goodwater
Cotton Eyed Joe
(verse 32 - after about the first 20 minutes of the song)
I’ve been dancin’ the Cotton Eyed Joe
started dancin’ a long time ago
why did we start this? I’ll never know
why did we start the Cotton Eyed Joe
If I keep dancin’ the Cotton Eyed Joe
I will soon be down on the flo’
my heartbeat racin’ oh don’t you know
I’m havin’ a heart attack Cotton Eyed Joe
I was dancin’ the Cotton Eyed Joe
my heart is pounding mo’ and mo’
not lookin’ to good here oh don’t you know
better call 9-1-1 Cotton Eyed Joe
I was dancin’ the Cotton Eyed Joe
now I find me down on the flo’
let those paramedics in through the do’
outta the way now Cotton Eyed Joe
I was dancin’ the Cotton Eyed Joe
now I am still down on the flo’
my heart now flat-line oh don’t you know
you better start CPR Cotton Eyed Joe
(verse 284,568 - five days later)
They’re still dancin’ the Cotton Eyed Joe
I was buried a long time ago
why did I do it? I’ll never know
met my maker doin’ Cotton Eyed Joe
~Mr. Larry
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Home Alone
I hope ya'll are all having a good day. Dad and Mum are out of town for a few days, so T.J. and I are holding down the fort...and yes, the fort is still in one piece. We tried not to get tooo rowdy, but you know what ice cream can do to a person. LOL.
Today we had to make produce deliveries to Nashville, so we had lunch out, made a couple other stops and just had a jolly time! I thought I would share a couple pictures with you.



You O God, did send a plentiful rain; you did restore and confirm
Thursday, September 2, 2010
The Beach!!!
Sorry for the lack of postings lately. Life's been busy, and, as they say, "time flies when your having fun"! :) Well anyway, waaaaay back in July (can you believe July and August are gone already?!) we went to St. Augustine Beach to spend some time with Dad's mom. We made two seperate trips down there because we are not able to leave the farm for any length of time. The first time Mum stayed home to look after things around the farm while the rest of us went down there. :( We missed her a lot, but it made the second trip seem more special because we were all able to go! Papa offered to watch the farm so that we could all go together. But alas! We had so much fun just being together and relaxing that I didn't take very many pictures. But here they be, few though they are.
Trip #1

"Now my dear, you must remember to always point your pinkie when you drink...What? I don't care if it's not tea, you should point it anyway!"


LOL. Interducing Grandma to Tim Hawkins. I wonder what she thinks of us now?











Trip #2
It was so nice to be all together at the beach! We did a little more exploring around town when Mom was with us, there are a lot of quiant little shops that are fun to visit.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Sunrise...
I took this photo last week as the sun was rising over St. Augustine Beach. - LH
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Mother
So here's to all the mothers out there. Thank you for being what God designed you to be, and for being an example to us younger girls so that one day we too can fulfil that wonderful role: Mother.
And here she is, mine own wonderful mother. Proverbs 31 in the flesh! What a wonderful example and encouragement she has been to me.
These words I dedicate to her:
And suddenly theories and speculations ended, and she knew. She knew that faithful self-forgetting service and the love that spends itself over and over, only to be renewed again and again, are the secret to happiness. For another world, perhaps leisure and beauty and luxury- but in this one, "Whosoever loses his life shall gain it." Margaret knew now that her mother was not only the truest, the finest, the most generous woman she had ever known, but the happiest as well...
All her old castles in the air seemed cheap and tinseled tonight beside these tender dreams that had their roots in the real truths of life. Travel and position, gowns and motor-cars, yachts and country houses, these things were to be bought in all their perfection by the highest bidder, and always would be. But love and character and service, home and the wonderful charge of little lives- the "pure religion breathing household laws" that guided and perfected the whole- these were not to be bought; they were only to be prayed for, worked for, bravely won.
-Excerpt from Kathleen Norris' book "Mother"
I love you Mom!
Angela