Category Archive:Family

smlmoose312.JPG It’s so cold that the moose have frost on their faces, too! I caught this cow moose as she tried to cross the highway. This is at the corner I turn towards work.

At first she and her calf were on the road I was going to turn onto, then a car came and scared them up into the snow next to the road. She stared at me while I waited for traffic to clear so I could make the turn. Since she was posing so prettily I grabbed the camera and got a shot of her. Her calf ran off the other way.

After I made the turn, mama moosie ventured out onto the highway and on across. Baby crossed afterwards, I’m sure. (they have a way of either finding mama or making their own way – at this stage they are able to make it by themselves if they have to.)
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No it’s not an optical illusion – they really are bigger than cars. That’s why it’s so dangerous to hit one – they come up and over the top of the vehicle, often tearing off the roof of the car – or at the least, denting it in and breaking out the glass of the car, injuring the folks inside.

And, you sure don’t want one to still be alive and on top of your car – those hooves are dangerous!

But – they are fun to watch. In fact, Lessa tells me that her dog woke her up at 3:30 this morning because one was in her window.

And, the grands called us this morning to let us know they couldn’t get to our house for breakfast because there was one in our driveway. So Paw-Paw Moosie drove down to pick them up and bring them back here.
😉 He’s a softy like that.

If you want soft and embarassing and sickingly sweet (hahaha) go on over and read Lessa’s take on her parents. Sigh!

It’s probably a GOOD thing that there weren’t video cameras around when I was little – or when my girls were little (ahhhh those long ago days!)

But – here’s a cutie for you:

It would seem that in a couple of years I am going to have a milestone birthday – #60 in 2010. That same year daughter #1 will celebrate her 40th (ack! I’ll be the mother of a 40 year old!!!!) and #2 will celebrate her 35th. I think you will all agree that such milestones take planning and SPECIALness, right? Right.

So, I have a dream that both daughters will join me for a trip to the islands . . . Hawaiian islands, that is. Hubby and I visited the Big Island for our 35th anniversary in 2004 and I left a part of my heart there. It’ll soon be time for me to go and collect it – or maybe leave another little part of my heart there – to be gathered up at some future time.

hawaii.jpg   At any rate – several months ago – probably a year ago now – the three of us began to save our pennies for the future trip. After a couple of months I began to add my singles and fives to the cache. I have just about enough for one airfare saved up. Now to save for the rooms and car and side trips. It’s a good thing we’re giving ourselves a couple more years.

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When hubby and I went we used mileage to get there. Probably won’t have that luxury this time, so will need to save, save, save.

It’s fun to save for something that you know you will enjoy. It’s easier to save when you have a goal for the money you are socking away, too.

What is your goal for the new year? Will you be saving for something special – that ONE PAYMENT plan is definitely the BEST way to go!

Now, if anyone else wants to join us – start saving those pennies and jump on board our party!

or . . . songs NOT to sing at next year’s high school choir concert.

The Boy is a tenor in the choir and this afternoon was the Christmas concert. We, being the great grandparents that we are, went to listen.

Really, there is NOTHING this side of heaven that is quite so wondermous as choral music sung beautifully . . . and Hendy does it beautifully. The sound that comes from those kids . . . well, I could go on and on.

I could . . . but apparently some of the kids could not.

They were singing a rousing bit of Frosty the Snowman and had gotten to the thumpety-thump-thump part when a gasp went up from the crowd. Apparently someone of the sopranos (why is it always the sopranos?) went thumpety-thump-thump right off the risers, cracking her head on the acoustic backdrop in the process.

At first Hendy didn’t seem to notice, but slowly (it seemed like slow-mo) all heads in the choir turned to their collective right and downward and people in the audience shouted for help . . . of which there was plenty of qualified help.

A school nurse or two (or three) rushed to the stage along with a gynocologist (the mother of one of the tenors) who all managed to bring the girl back to consciousness and take her off stage.

Hendy got up from the riser where she was sitting overseeing the commotion, dusted herself off, raised her hand and began again . . . thumpety-thump-thump . . . and down went another soprano – this time from the second riser and towards the front of the stage.

She was not quite out – jumped back up – well, was helped back up – and insisted she could stay onstage to finish the song. The school nurses and the gyn-mom insisted as vocally that she most certainly could NOT and escorted her off the stage.

Hendy gave up on the song (whee!) and gathered everyone together to sing the next piece. In the midst of it, yet another soprano rushed offstage, hand to mouth – we’re assuming that SHE at least had eaten something and was now ready to purge.

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The others – we’re thinking probably none of those girls had eaten today and thus were swooning – or maybe that was the effect of the tenor section? Mass swooning???

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Long, long ago . . . okay . . . it was 9 years ago TODAY!

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TAT with Loverly, his dog

A beautiful baby boy was born into our family. He was perfect in every way and let us know how much he appreciated being thrust into the cold, dark world . . . when he had been perfectly content in his cozy, warm, smooshy, wet abode.

All went well – until he began to have some tummy problems – severe tummy problems – and he was only a few hours old. His mama called me – his Nana – and together he and Mama and Daddy and Paw-Paw and Nana packed up and sped to nearby town to the hospital.

A lot went on that night – a couple of drives back and forth to the hospital and the airport waiting for the fog to clear so we could fly TAT to big city hospital.

We finally made it – and to the hospital in lickety split time – and into the hands of the most awesome nursing and surgical staff one could ever desire.

TAT turned 2 days old on the operating table as the surgeon repaired a malrotated bowel and gave TAT a very sweet line on his tummy.

They told us he’d be in the hospital’s NICU for a couple of weeks, but it was less than 10 days later when his mama and I got to bring him back home.

Today our little guy turns 9 years old. He’s lived a long life in those 9 years. But I am looking forward to the long life ahead of him.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAT! Who loves you, baby?