Welcome to our Earth young Samuel James Riley, born Wednesday November 12; mother and child and older sisters are doing well, not so sure about the grandparents. They have that thousand yard stare thing going........................OK Samuel, promise me that you'll take me fishing when I'm old and gray and have snot running down my nose and have wet my pants (your father will explain that). And promise me that you will grow up to be a wonderful child of God and take care of our Earth. Love the Lord and treat others better than you expect to be treated and I will be one proud uhhhhhhhhhh what am I now, great-uncle? Can't imagine living up to that title.
That picture is too pretty for words.
So we move on to the next subject; naming babies, Samuel huh? And again, why is there no Duke in the middle? Saving it for the next dog ain't you? That's all right, don't name those youngins Duke, or Betty either for that matter. See what I name my next dog! Jackson, that name is wide open for you!
How about Meshach? Abednego? Or better yet (you have to make a comment if you remember this Old Testament story, it's like a rule or something)
Everybody know that ain't how you spell Shadrach! Or shad roe for that matter, now I'm getting hungry. How long until the shad start running?
While communicating with an old friend and customer in Fort Worth last week I found this:
Randy Boyd is in the blue blazer, he was the HARDI president that year and the hottie asking grace was the president of the auxiliary group HALO. She worried about this moment for four years as she worked her way through the HALO chairs, and I told her the blessing would be written for her and no one would watch while she asked it. I was the infidel who decided to take her picture during this, so I was the only one with his eyes open. She's purdy ain't she?
If loving you is wrong...........................I lost my thought there, this from the Soup last week:
Watch where you're going! Now you have just a small hint at what it's like to ride a motorcycle
After that I know what you're thinking, why the hell has it taken so long to make a flying car? I've been waiting since I was about 8, is this the best we can do?
Second best use of a Pinto in my opinion......................
But here we are
As my daddy said when they announced the formation of a committee to build the WWII memorial in DC.................................."well it's about damned time" I'm ready, are you?
And speaking of being ready, Dink was in and out of the hospital last weekend. She took two units of blood which for the first time didn't perk her up. Perhaps she got some ne'er do well idler's blood, or maybe her 91 years are catching up with her. Regardless, things are changing for her, but as home health visited with her today she was knitting a baby blue (say it with me) affffaghhhan. Something like that. And no, Samuel already has his.
Full circle, catch that? Wheels up at 5:20 AM Monday, back to New Bern at 11:40-something Friday night, going to be a long week but we move closer to finalizing 2015 plans.
It's a good gig.
5 comments:
if you go to the airport for "wheels up at 5:20" what time do you leave home?
4:00 AM puts me at the airport by 4:40, hard to believe that is usually a full flight, but it is also the small prop so there aren't that many of us to process.
Ya know, if Samuel had been a fish we'd had known his weight and length. Just sayin'.
We love you, Heather.
Odd that no one asked the first best use of a Pinto..................
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