Tired...

Tonight, I've got nothing. I think my full day Sunday including the entire afternoon out at the pool have officially kicked my butt. Off to bed early tonight.

Mom, I hope you are having a great time! Megan, I LOVE the picture of Jeff and Hayden at the beach and the story about the book will always be very special to you. Carla, I LOVE you.... And to anyone else visiting our blog, night night, I'm off for the night.

Pam

A great Father's Day...

Father's Day 2010 is coming to an end, and although it is a day for the guys, I too had a great time! Up at a little before six this morning, shower and hit the road to Emory to take Daddy to breakfast. After eating at Chubby's, we went to his buddy Tazz's house (what a character!) for Katalva (okay it's not spelled right, but that's how we say it!) Worms. Tazz had a few as his house, then we went to another house on Ravine Street for more. He climbed the tree and shook it. We got showered with worm poop and worms....

Here's one of the trees that did NOT have worms,

but at least we found others with lots to knock down with a fishing pole.
I think this picture made Carla squirm a bit!

I bagged up 141 worms (this is only 50) in corn meal.

We'll see if they really do go "dormant" and come back

to life when I thaw them out from the freezer.

Can't wait to fish with them!

After our great worm hunt, we went to the Woosley Cemetery

to place flowers at Douglas' grave. Miss you Doe!
Afterwards we stopped and saw Uncle Raymond and Aunt Sharon

for a few minutes. Still can't believe Jeff, Megan and Hayden's house,

very sad to see all their stuff outside, but glad they are all safe!

After leaving there, we headed to Lone Oak, so that Daddy could drive Mom's

car home from Aunt Barbara and Gary's house.

Had a great time with you Daddy....we'll do it again sometime.

Happy Father's Day, love you!

Drove back to Celina, to spend the day with Danny, Colby, Chelsey,
Ashley, Tazz, Colton, Dylan, Asa and Dallas.
Great day for burgers, margaritas, and sunning in the pool.

I'd say it was a great Father's Day....

XOXO, Pam

My other son....

My other son Tyler was about to get a new name.....Twyla! Just look at how long his hair had gotten. After much harrassing by Danny and I, he finally gave into "Clipper Man" Danny.....

This is what Danny cut off!

And afterwards, he looked like my other son,
instead of my other daughter!

Tagging on to Carla's post

Megan, Jeff and Hayden, I was as surprised as Carla to read Aunt Sharon's email this morning. And agree with her, should you need ANYTHING at all, let us know. Glad the photos memories were saved...And thankful you have a blog, that a fire couldn't get too!

Busy busy busy Thursday. No comments on my Texas accent today! Can't believe tomorrow is Friday again, but not complaining.

PF

Is it Friday yet?

What an INSANE day at work....glad Wednesday is over. Still like it, but GEEZ. Today I talked to a customer from someplace up north, and he asked me, as I was mid sentence, "are you from Texas?" I said, "Yes sir, I am." He then said "Thought so, you drag your words out." Hum....I shall drop it at that. Never mind what I wanted to say back. I continued with my Texas charm, acted as if I didn't even flench. He doesn't know I SLAMMED the phone down after he said goodbye.

Danny and the kids actually put Ashley up to texting me a request this afternoon. I simply ignored. :-)

Pam

P.S. Is it Friday yet?

EVERYONE HOME and on the couch....

This afternoon I was BEYOND mad at my beautiful children. On my way home I text both of them, "HOME by 8pm no questions asked or I'll be hunting you down". Both got home at 5 till 8. On the couch they went, side by side, while I paced and yelled (honestly this is really rare for me) for about 5 minutes. Their new rule is IF you are going to text Mom, DO NOT begin your sentence with "Can you, will you, I need, stop and get, we are out of...." or any form of those words. I believe after 5+ minutes of full blown red faced Mom yelling, they have it all straight. Afterward, they folded and put up the towels, straightened their rooms, will likely not leave a dish BY the sink anymore, will NOT use the "good" towels in the bathroom, or leave crap all over the back patio after friends have visited for a swim, and dang sure will not text me with a request. Unless someone or something is on FIRE, my phone number off limits, unless they just want to say they love me..... Whew, do I feel better!

XOXO,
Pam

Father's Day is coming!

In just one week it will be Father's Day again..... I'm reading the book (well the Kindle virtual book anyway) "Funny Sh*t my Father Says." A few of the funnies from the book:

On breaking the Neighbor's Window for the third time;

What in the hell is the matter with you? This is the third time! You know, at this point I think it's the neighbor's fault...No not really, it's your f'ing fault, I'm just in denial right now that my DNA was somehow involved in something this stupid.

On appropriate times to give a gift:

Yea, I got him a gift. He got a kidney stone taken out. If you shoot a rock thru your pecker, you deserve more than just a pat on the f'ing back!

On selling his beloved 1967 2-Door Mercury Cougar:

This is what happens when you have a family. You sacrifice. (pause) You sacrifice a lot. (long pause) It's gonna be in your best interest to stay away from me for the next couple of days.

You may not see the humor in just a couple of lines from the book, but it's pretty funny.

As for Father's Day coming up, I think about a few things.....

Danny, the man that I PROMISED 20 years ago, I ONLY wanted one baby (we all know how this one turned out), the man that has made me laugh, cry, scream and dream for so many years... Who taught me to shoot pool, drink Jack Daniels (although with diet coke instead of water like you), spent countless hours in the sun at Wind Point Park, shoot a shot gun (remember I DID miss you that day in Crockett, although not by much), washes dishes and reminds me that it does not take every pot and pan in the house to boil water, snores like there is no tomorrow, still wears a Speedo, gave up 12 long years to make sure the kids didn't miss anything while I worked, puts up with my Choctaw trips, shopping sprees, messy closet...the list is endless....thank you! And Happy Father's Day Week...I love u!

Danny's Dad, Douglas, Papa Doe, Dosey: He taught me to play canasta, and I caught on to he and Uncle Doug cheating fairly quickly. He fished with me a few times and was such a neat man who loved his grand kids more than life itself. He'd hide an Easter Egg, no matter what the weather was doing. Fed cookies to squirrels, wore overalls a lot and used to get this "WTF" look on his face at times, but NEVER say a word. Sure miss that man. Hugs to you in heaven...

As for you Daddy....you taught me to like green plums, fish (including putting any kind of live bait on a hook), slide down the fire station pole, inherited your feet, and taught me to ride my ponies, using a goat weed on his behind to keep him focused. Your attempts at making me have anything to do with cows were NOT a success...remember the time you told Carla and I to stand between the truck and the pond and not let the cows run thru? How fast did Carla and I bolt, when they headed our way? You were DETERMINED to teach me to drive the VW, and here we go, sitting beside the house, I pop it into reverse, you in the passengers seat, and we both look back, I ease off the clutch and we lurch forward, into the fence. Least I helped you bend it back! I still eat mustard on my steak, just like you, even though everyone else makes a face at me. And for that matter, I believe steaks cooked at home are far better than any restaurant could ever be! Although we are far away, and rarely slow down for a visit, please know that I love you and wish you a Happy Father's Day Week! We'll see you next weekend, I promise.

Pam