Barry called me at work at about quarter after 12

He said that my little dog Tish wasn't doing very good

she'd not been doing well for a couple of weeks

but she'd been getting up, although she needed assistance once in awhile, eating

and drinking water

 apparently she'd gotten overheated

or maybe she'd had a stroke, I don't really know

 when I got home Barry had her in the shower to try and cool her off

I spoke to her and she moved a little

I petted her head

and she passed away

at 12:30

I'm so very sad

which is stupid because she would have been 18 the day before thanksgiving

that's a long time for a dog to live

and she had a great life

RIP TISH A ROONEY

ILYM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5G1EcfO0uIY

I've been helping with the preschool and kindergarten Vacation Bible School class at church

tuesday we had 23 four and five year olds

yesterday we only had 19

my grandson Nash has been coming to our class even though he's only 3

anyway

yesterday one of the boys had chewing gum and Nash wanted some 

he kept on and on asking the gum kid for gum

finally I told Nash that we did not have any gum

and went about trying to make four year old boys sit and be still and listen

yeah right 

then I noticed Nash sitting in one of the little bitty chairs 

....chewing gum....

I said

"Nash - where'd you get the gum?"

He said

"I found it"

I said

"you found it where?"

Nash said....

"on the bottom of my chair seat"

He'd been chewing it for awhile so I figured what the hell...and just let him chew it

He seems fine today 

Tonight's the last night for VBS

every year on the last night I say this is my last year for VBS

then the year rolls around and I end up signing up 

for the four and five year olds

Am I crazy or What?

o.k....you don't have to answer that last question.

see ya'll tomorrow

I hope

 @BoulderChristina

has a good blog up today about being Mad, it reminded me of the entry below from May 12, 2010, we were doing a 30 day challenge that I don't think I ever finished...  

Anyway, when I find myself going a little Mad Hatter I go back and read this....

just so I'll remember how it was...

Talk about a regret you have.

I regret being Mad.

There was a long period in my life when it seemed I was mad all the time.  I don't mean mad like miffed, I mean madcow disease mad or maybe rabid dog mad would be better (I don't like being compared to heifers very much).  When things didn't go my way it made me angry but mostly I got mad when people lied.  My siblings and I were taught to tell the truth, even if it got us in trouble we told the truth, we could always trust each other though,  apparently this wasn't the case in a lot of families.  My eldest son Matt was a delight until he went off to Middle School and apparently fell prey to peer pressure and started lying.  He would lie about everything, even when he didn't need too.  The thing is he didn't learn the technique early enough so he wasn't very good at it and the fight between us would be on and on and on and on....I would get mad and he would get mad...we stayed mad at each other for about six years I think...

At the end of Matt's junior year of high school he pre-signed up for the Air Force and I thought maybe he had changed his ways, but his senior year was pretty typical of the other five years only the deceit escalated toward the last three months of school.   It was a difficult time for me and I'm sure everyone else in my household as well.  I yelled and screamed and cussed and kicked stuff - Barry bless his heart finally just took the bottom doors off the kitchen cabinets. 

I could go on and on about the stuff that made me mad but this is getting a bit difficult for me so I'll just cut to the chase.  Matt left for Boot Camp on my birthday in August 1992 and I was mad at him then - so mad I didn't even hug or kiss him good-bye.  On the way to catch the bus his Dad asked him if he would be writing to any particular girls - He said well just one Dad...Barry asked what was so special about this one girl (he usually had quite a few girls chasing after him - He was so handsome and so sweet ) and he said well this one special girl is about seven months pregnant. . . Barry and he went by the place where she worked and she was indeed with child...very much so...and that made me mad too - not that Matt was going to be a father and hadn't told us but we had never even heard of this girl. . . not one word about her.   For the next week nothing ... not man nor beast ... was safe from my wrath. 

Then I got a letter from Matt asking me not to be mad at this girl...She was a good person and he loved her and was excited about the baby...It was then I realized what I had missed by being mad all the time.  I had lost Matt's confidence to be able to tell me the truth.  I took a good look and saw that I was the majority of the problem, and what had I gained by being mad all the time?  Nothing except a lot of heart ache and busted cabinet doors.  Being mad is a terribly negative emotion...it get's you nowhere except out of control...

So I stopped - Right then and there.  I don't get mad anymore, sure I get disappointed sometimes and I get sad and weary, hell's bells I even get angry sometimes, but not mad - it's a useless tactic anyway and I regret all the time and energy it stole from my life. 

The silver lining to this story is that Matt and I made our peace and I have two beautiful grandchildren from that union, I sure thank God for that and them! 

Reese and Mara

Matt's kids

 The gray part is that if my dog Tish hears the "F" word from anywhere - she still goes and hides under the bed...If you come to our house and say the F word you will be in big trouble mister!!!!

I think Tish and I feel better now

I know this

"Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you:

~Songwriters:  Elton John and Bernie Taupin

and I really do thank the Lord for people like you!

ILYM

Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcXFnN4wD94

"While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light"

~ Elton John and Bernie Taupin, songwriters 

This is a repost from several years ago... except for the number of years, the tale has yet to change

Forty One Years Ago

I graduated from North Cobb High School (Acworth, Georgia) June 3rd, 1972. It was a Saturday evening, the ceremonies were on the football field and it was HOT. Most of my classmates headed off to the white sands of Panama City Beach, Florida to celebrate. However Barry was still in school in Nashville (nashville auto diesel college) so I took a week and headed off to Nashville with Barry.

As the week wore on Barry decided that he "couldn’t live without me no more"...( Oh, The Lonely Days are Gone) We decided that if I could get a job we would just go ahead and get married and live happily ever after in Nashville. I started looking that day - I applied to a day care center, they said I could start the next week, and to the Nashville Auto Diesel College, they had an opening for the week following. I was thrilled and while driving home from the interviews I got stopped by the Nashville City Police for going 28 in a 25. The officer was a young man and right good lookin as I recall. He was also full of himself and righteous advice. He wanted to know why I was driving around in someone else’s vehicle and what business I had in Nashville. I told him the graduation story and how we were getting married now that I had found a job. The officer looked at me and said " Honey All That Glitters Is Not Gold" I looked back at him and said " I may not be very old but I’m smart enough to know Fools Gold when I see it". Then the officer wrote me a ticket and said "We’ll see about that"....

Barry had an upstairs apartment in a beautiful old home on Straton Avenue. That same evening around 10:00 I heard a commotion out on the avenue and took a peak out the window only to see there was a City Police Car and an unmarked vehicle parked on the curb and three officers were heading up our sidewalk. We met them at the door and they (actually it was Officer Glitter) asked Barry if he was Mr. Bryant, of course he said yes - and they said "Mr. Bryant you are under arrest for contributing to the delinquency of a minor" they asked if I was Miss Whitener and of course I said yes and they said "Miss Whitener we have been notified by your parents that you are a runaway, we are here to escort you to the juvenile detention center ( I was only 17) and Mr. Bryant (he was older than me by one year and eight days) will have to go with this officer to the City Jail" I told them they were mistaken and gave them Mom and Dads number so they could get their facts straight - They took the number and me in the unmarked vehicle to the County Juvenile Center.

They put me in a cell furnished with a plastic covered mattress, a sink and a toilet - the only light was thru a metal door that had a small square barred window which lead into the hall - and more cells. Morning finally came and with it a mean and burly looking guard woman who escorted me to the dinning area (already full with what seemed like hundreds of girls my age) sat me down and told me to eat my breakfast and if I didn’t I would never get outta there.....I wasn’t very hungry and wasn’t going to eat prison food...the girl who was sitting next to me said you’d better eat...I told her I couldn’t - so she took pity on me and ate my breakfast. Then they escorted us all back to our cells. I kept asking people if they’d called my parents and they said yes and that was all. Finally a nice looking lady walked by and I said "Please could you please tell me if anyone has called my parents." She asked my name and why I was there...She came back and said Miss Whitener there is no record of you even being here, but I have called your parents and they are on their way.... they were there in three hours....the mean and burly looking guard woman escorted me to them and told Mamma that I had been a good girl....Mamma looked at her with her mean greeneyed look and said " She is a Good Girl" I was so proud of Mamma and I was sure glad to see them.

We went straight from the JDC to the City Jail to find Barry (who had been thrown in the Drunk Tank) but He had managed to bond himself out of jail, had hitched a ride back to Straton Ave and found himself locked out of the apartment because I had the keys. He climbed up the trellis and let himself into the apartment thru the window, got the keys to the cutlass and was about to take off to find me...when we arrived. I got in the Cutlass with Barry and we followed Mamma and Daddy back to the Court House where Daddy talked to a Judge and had Barry’s charges dropped. Then we went next door where Daddy signed the legal papers so that Barry and I could get married,we had our blood test done there too. Next we all went out to dinner and then back to Straton Ave. Daddy told me to pack my bags that I was coming home with them and that Barry could come pick me up in a few days. He picked me up three days later - it was June 22nd, a Thursday.

On June 24th we picked up two of our friends (Curtis and Lisa) and headed down to the justice of the peace to get married. However the J.P.’s office was right next to the City Jail - crap - I didn’t want to get married next to the stinkin drunk tank. We went to White Castle for some lunch and a phone book...we ate, looked up numbers for Baptist Churches and called until someone finally answered the phone...The Reverend W.W. Miles from the Fatherland Baptist Church said he would be delighted to marry us, to meet him at the Church Office in 30 minutes. It was and I hope still is a beautiful church, the Rev. Miles took us into his office and signed the necessary papers, He said we have the sanctuary all ready for services in the morning would you like to exchange vows in there? Turned out that the Sunday Services were televised! It was so GREAT - 

Beautiful Flowers - 

I DO's ... 

everything....

We have one photograph of the day - it’s a double exposure of Barry and Me and the Fatherland Baptist Church. If I can ever get my scanner fixed I’ll post it up.

And We Both Lived Happily Ever After

The End

 and I still don't have my scanner fixed =/

 ILYM

So...

I've edited the title of this post, It was

"favorite people"

but when I got home and looked at it

I thought people would think it was another dooms day post

with all my favorite xanga people listed

in no particular order of course

or my family people might see it and think they weren't my very

"favorite people"

if their picture wasn't included

so

just for the record

I love all of you and them

(although I don't think any of the family read me anymore )=

the same

now back to my regularly scheduled blog:

I still haven't mastered down/up loading pictures

so I steal them from people who have

family people

I don't think they mind

here are a few :

my Mom, aka Charlene, and my niece Whit

cousins

Max, Caden, Nash and Mattie

playin in Moms backyard

Have a Great Weekend

and Fathers Day to you Fathers

ilym

p.s...Lowie if you read this I'm sorry I said "So"

and I sure do miss these people

more later

ilym

It's reunion time again

North Georgia to The Texas Panhandle

and back again

in five days

Family faces are magic mirrors.

Looking at people who belong to us,

we see the past,

present, and future.”

Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a west-bound train
Hey mama rock me

~ old crow medicine show

Ya'll be careful out there

ilym

over the weekend our son Jordan found this fawn at the end of his driveway

it's mother had been hit and killed by a car

Nash has been helping feed it goats milk

he's not too happy that they are taking him/her to

Berry College near where we live.

Berry College is an independent, coeducational institution founded in 1902,

and claims to have the largest contiguous campus in the world

26,000 acres or 27,000 depending on who you talk to.

The Georgia Department of Natural Resources oversees about 16,000 acres of the campus,

conducts managed hunts and provides recreational opportunities within the department of regulations.

However, land encompassing the academic buildings and other public spaces

is a wildlife refuge in which no hunting is allowed.

it's a beautiful place,

I think the deer will be happy there

I know I would.

the Amaryllis have all finished blooming

and the lavender has started

I don't have a picture of the lavender

I'll try to add one tomorrow

but trust me

it's beautiful and smells wonderful

I'm feeling a little better about the xanga situation

things will work out

I do believe in Xanga,

I do! I DO! I do! I do!

ilym

friday was not the best of days....nor the worst of days....I had to go home to wait on the ups man, he was delivering a package for my husband, who had to go to the hospital with his mother, she fell and apparently broke something in her shoulder, I waited and waited for the delivery and finally broke down and drank some whiskey ( because everyone knows whiskey makes things better).  The hubby got home just before the ups man and took care of his business his own self, although I did call ups and they didn't care to work with me one i ota but, I went back to work and I should not have...I don't think people should drink whiskey and work, oh well...I don't know what to say about the new xanga drama - I shouldn't be  blogging at work anyway - and I hardly every get on the internet at home, perhaps that will change after July 15, It will be sad not to be able to connect to all the wonderful people here on a regular basis though....just thinking about it makes me want to drink whiskey.

I had a few more bouquets I wanted to show you....remember I had iris on my desk for 4 weeks, not the same bouqet mind you but all bouquets were out of my own yard. This week I've had amaryllis:

I've also had beautiful roses, mainly pink, but I haven't taken pictures of them yet.

I've been catching trout like a pro, sometimes I pull in a little sun perch

I always let them go - always - I mean I've caught two so far.

One was really spectacular in color

all turquoise and red throated

I didn't have a camera with me so I didn't get a shot of it but trust me it was beautiful!

o.k.  i went back home ....

I drink more whiskey....

the mother-in-laws shoulder was not broken

but the large bone in her arm below her right shoulder

the humorous bone I think

was broken cleanly in half

it was not humorous...

she is recoperating on my couch,,,

If xanga goes before I wake

I pray the lord my friends won't leave me here like a fish out of water

Good Grief...I shouldn't drink and blog.

Have a great weekend.

Barry fishing with the pups

if you need a good pup

we still have five

one girl and four boys

ilym