Saturday, December 9, 2017
Oh, goodie! I've been tagged.
I was trying to think of what to blog next and was coming up empty. My little ol' sister Daminika tagged me for this one.
1. What is your favorite Christmas movie?
Hmm.... That's hard.
I really enjoy 'It's a Wonderful Life', 'Shop Around the Corner', 'I'll Be Seeing You'....
I also love 'An Avonlea Christmas'. That one gives me such a warm feeling.
2. Have you ever had a white Christmas?
Once. Four feet of snow, and it was magical.
3. Where do you usually spend your holiday?
Home sweet home. <3
Except on a different day we spend the Warnke Christmas at my grandpa's. Both are just as special to me.
4. What is your favorite Christmas song?
Uhhhh, way to many to name. Seriously.
5. Do you open any Christmas gifts on Christmas Eve?
We used to as kids. One gift on Christmas Eve, but we don't really anymore.
6. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer?
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, and Rudolph.
*LIKE A BOSS*
7. What Holiday Tradition are you looking forward to most this year?
Hmm.... probably the Warnke Christmas? It's something I look forward to every year, gathering in that familiar house with loved ones.
8. Is your Christmas Tree real or fake?
Real. I'd never want to go back to fake if I ever had a choice.
9. What is your all-time favorite holiday food/sweet treat?
Besides Christmas dinner? Oh, boy. I'm not a huge one for sweets. I guess my mom's Mocha Truffles?
10. Be honest: Do you like giving gifts or receiving gifts better?
Both, I guess. *laughs* It would be lying to say I don't enjoy getting them, but I also love picking out gifts for my family and feeling that warm satisfaction when they open them.
11. What is the best gift you've ever received?
Woooowwww...... I don't know. *scrambles for any gift*
The Great Escape?
Strange one to pick, I know, but that's one I really had a reaction to. I love that movie. *wink*
Oh, I guess there was the time I got Sherlock Holmes. Leather bound, beautiful cover... <333333333 I'm a leather book addict
12. What would be your dream place to visit for the holiday season?
*wrinkles nose, deep in thought*
Maybe Disneyland? Or Leavenworth?
My biggest dream would be my Grandpa's ranch, but that's impossible now. *sniff*
13. Are you a pro present-wrapper or do you fail miserably.
14. Most memorable holiday moment?
I've had so many!
Sitting down in the sunken living room at my Grandpa's, curled in his lap, playing with his dark beard while he read the Christmas Story aloud in his deep, homey voice.
That's something about the season I will always treasure.
15. What made you realize the truth about Santa?
Never had to. I was always aware the man didn't exist.
16. Do you make New Year's resolutions? Do you stick to them?
I make a resolution every day, let alone on New Year's. *laughs*
As for sticking to them, I guess it varies, really.
17. What makes the holiday special for you?
The music. The food. The decorations.
The beautiful warm feeling of love as the family gathers and reads about the Christ Child, born in a manger so long ago.
Born so you and I could live forever, in a place of pure joy and happiness.
I love that the feeling of fellowship is a small taste of what waits in heaven for all that love Him.
Julia Ryan @the barefoot gal
Sophy @lavender and blue
Merry, Merry Christmas, everyone, and God bless! <3333333
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
It's time for another photo dump!
I'm sorry my photos aren't as nice as Daminika's. I still haven't mastered the art of cell phone photography, but I'm learning.
Lunch break at work
got in a little baking amidst the chaos
of life *winks*
sometimes you need to have a little
moment with tea in the morning. Don't forget
the pretty tea cup and a slice of pie
Sitting in the dentists waiting for my sister
Love this drink. #kevitasaveslives
My dad finished my hope chest so I dug out
all my boxes and found my old Barbie that I
brought EVERYWHERE. Oh, the memories of a faded old doll!
Stack of letters <3
picking out a new pair of glasses
Thanksgiving music <3
And Felicity's Bridal Shower was a success!
Aren't they cute?
I made this sash myself. *pats self on back*
(Marita made the corsage)
Oh, the joy of a crackling fire!
Christmastime in my hometown!
Santa came for a visit, and the kids rushed to greet him.
Of course, my family didn't, since we've known since birth the man
is a myth. *wink*
Snuggled by the fire and reading my favorite magazine
My mom has been reading my Great-Grandpa Orville's diary out loud to us, and I have been enjoying it <3
He was such a sweet young man, and it's fascinating to hear about the Depression and the War from a boy's point of view.
He writes of my Great-great uncles Marvin and Laverne being in the service and includes letters from them.
They sounded so homesick, but hopeful that the war would soon be over.
That was in 1942, and the war would go on for another 3 years, during which my uncle Marvin would fight in the Battle of the Bulge, and lose his hearing in one ear because of the artillery.
Grandpa also writes like a young man searching, confiding that he wishes he could be a Christian like brother Laverne, and hoping someday he will be.
It's sort of sad when I know that he never truly found peace until just before he passed away, but then, it doesn't really matter when we know that he's now Home, free from struggles and turmoil.
I'm also thankful I was able to have some memories of him before he died last April. <333
The weather here has been a little too warm for my liking.
It's December! It's supposed to be below 40 degrees, not above.
But I'm sure the cold weather will come all too soon, and I'll be groaning for spring. Complainer.
I've gotten some Christmas shopping in!
It's so much fun to walk the stores, Christmas music playing, lights and snowflakes adorning the ceilings, windows and shops, bundled in a scarf and boots.
Nibbling on a warm pretzel. *mmmmmmmmmmmm*
It's the most wonderful time of the year! <333
What are some of your favorite things about this time of year?
Have you got any Christmas shopping done?
Friday, November 24, 2017
That's my life song right now, ya'll.
It's been a whirl of activity around here as of late, and no sign of letting up!
I've been spinning on this crazy ride for months now, getting knocked down and mentally thrown around, but I keep getting back up to my feet by sheer will power. *wink*
When life gets tough, be like Little Joe
Josiah is here again, and Felicity is back on her cloud, after being pushed down to the depths of despair when they parted ways.
I hope you all had a blessed Thanksgiving!
I know I did. <3333333
Grandpa's house was filled with squealing kids, tall rowdy boys, and chattering adults (oh, yes, there were some teenage girls there, too. We don't speak of those noisy creatures. cough.cough)
The smells of turkey, gravy and potatoes made your mouth water, the homey sounds of guitars, laughter and Grandpa's chuckle warmed your heart.
We gathered around the living room and sang hymns of thanks in loud, ringing voices, making my heart spill over with love and happiness, and a few tears even came to my eyes.
It was a very blessed holiday, indeed.
Chancy got his first buck this fall!
The days have been warming up again *noooooooo* but it was cold and crisp for the past few weeks.
My dad and Chancy came home with a decent sized buck (Chancy's first one!) and now we have venison in freezer, waiting to be canned as soon as the days slow down. *HA!*
There's been bridal shower planning filling the days, as well as preparing for the wedding, plus daily tasks that seem to never stop.
The other day Liberty came and got me, saying the neighbor lady was at the door, so being the mature adult that I am, I had to see what this woman wanted, pretending to be wise and chill as I chatted.
It seems Simon got out of his pen again and was in her yard. Dumb goat.
So I slipped on my moccasins and Liberty joined me as we walked down the road to her house, where she had shut Simon up in her own pasture.
We slipped a leash on him and tugged and pulled, but the stubborn animal liked it there.
I would have picked him up and chucked him over the fence, back into our pen, but the neighbor was acting so concerned about how we were pulling at his neck, I didn't think she'd appreciate the sight.
So we took a handful of hay and held it out in front of him, coaxing him along the yard, and it was working great, until we came to the pavement.
He completely flipped, slipping and sliding his hooves along the concrete and freaking out as if he were being led to the slaughterhouse.
Finally I gave up and hoisted him into my arms with a grunt. Thank goodness he's a dwarf goat.
Our neighbor gasped and said, "Oh, dear. You got him? You're all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I answered brightly, as Simon laid his head on my shoulder, gazing up adoringly as his smelly breath engulfed my face and stopped all source of breathing on my part.
Liberty walked alongside me as we made out way back to the road, and as soon as we were out of sight, I moaned loudly, "I'm gonna die!"
The fat animal was heavy and smelled like rotten hay, and I wasn't too keen on the idea of marching down the road with a goat in my arms. #countrygirl
About halfway, I couldn't handle it anymore, and I told Liberty to take him for a second while I caught my breath.
She reached out and I placed him in her arms, saying, "You got him?"
Here were two girls struggling to hold a fat, wiggling goat in the middle of the road, while people passed by in their vehicles, blinking unbelieving,thinking they must have hit the most redneck town in the state.
At last we managed to get Simon home and in the pen, but my back was SORE.
Word of advice.
If your goat won't move, just toss him over the fence.
The neighbor lady might say it's abuse, but it'll save you a broken back.
To all you animal rights people, that was a joke
Just another exciting episode in the reality show 'A Day with a Dork'. *laughs because that was funny, even if you don't think so*
Anywho, now that Thanksgiving is over with, Felicity's bridal shower is TOMORROW, and I hope and pray we are ready for it.
Sorry, haven't the time to say much more.
It takes all my energy to drag myself into the computer chair and lift my feeble fingers to the keyboard, let alone rack my fried brain for the right words to say to my adoring public.
*wow. someone needs to just shut up and go to sleep*
As always, in a tearing hurry,
Monday, November 13, 2017
There are times when I cry, and my heart is pained.
There are times when I smile, and my smile is strained.
Sometimes I am afraid, though I don’t let it show
All my pain and insecurities you could never know.
Don’t laugh, or mock me, because you cannot see
The dark and frightening storm, going on inside me.
Some days I lie in bed, the covers over my head
Wishing I didn’t have to face it all, wishing I were dead
I’m only human, and I cry and hurt like you,
Some days it seems like there is nothing I can do
Like you, I am searching, struggling to right my path
Reaching to find an anchor that will last.
So instead of sneering, be the angel God saw fit to send
Take my hand, pray for me, and always be my friend.
I wrote this a few months ago, when I my heart was aching for all the young people in this world who wander astray, seeking peace they can't find.
I see young girls walking through the mall, with spiked hair, tattoos and pierced noses, talking loud and crudely, with hard eyes.
It breaks my heart.
They don't realize they don't need to put up such a front.
They don't need to be 'cool' or fit in with today's society, or follow the terrible, dangerous trends of the other young people.
And then they look at other girls, with modest clothes, quiet smiles and sincere, caring hearts... What do they think?
Do they secretly long to have such a peace as a true Christian has?
Do they wish they dared to be different, humble.... happy?
Not the false happiness that the world has to offer, with it's self-centered slogans and fast-fading glamour, but real, true happiness, that comes from the knowledge of knowing that Jesus Christ is walking beside you every step of the way, and that everything is safely in His nail-pierced hands.
I wish I could help them, show them that we really do care.
Many Christians, without meaning to, fall into a habit of sneering, degrading those wandering people.
I'm not saying I condone any evil that lost souls indulge in. I think it's wrong.
But I also believe we should love these children of God, and earnestly pray for them, show them in a loving manner, that there is a better way to walk.
There is a Friend Who will hold their hand, keep them from evil, love them even when they do fall, and will take them in His beautiful home when it comes time.
There are so many out there, who don't know this Truth. Who don't WANT this truth.
And my heart breaks.
The One Who crafted the stars, thought the world needed one you.
And He loves you. You are worth so much to Him.
I wish you could see that.
I lost a very, very dear friend of mine to the ways of the world.
And I miss her so very much.
I hope and pray that there will come a day when she'll come back, and know that we still love her. That God still loves her.
But, until then, my heart will always ache for her
Saturday, November 11, 2017
Daminika tagged me for this....
But she stole all of the 'new' movies we've watched, so you'll have to settle for these black and white 'goldie oldies'. *winks*
Here we go:
But she stole all of the 'new' movies we've watched, so you'll have to settle for these black and white 'goldie oldies'. *winks*
Here we go:
The Stratton Story
I watched this for the first time last night, and fell in love.
I admit shedding a few tears, something I haven't done in a while. *eyes look to the ceiling*
It was a wonderful film, Jimmy Stewart pulling at your heartstrings, Agnes Moorehead once again doing a great job, and all in all, I thought it was a great movie.
It reminded me a lot of 'Pride of the Yankees' but wasn't as sad, although it make my lip quiver. *clears throat and wipes away a tear*
I've been watching a lot of Good Ol' Roy lately.
His movies are so simple and sweet, and despite what some of today's generation might say, I think they are very entertaining.
Maybe I'm corny, but I don't really care.
I'll never outgrow my love for Roy Rogers, King of the Cowboys. *says that last part in a deep, dramatic voice*
At nineteen years old, I still enjoy sitting down to watch Roy strum a guitar, smile that crinkly smile, and ride to the rescue of some poor damsel in distress.
These were made in a simpler time in America, when people liked good, clean entertainment, and children learned the difference between right from wrong by watching the classic good guys overcome evil with honor and morality that is so seldom seen in movies these days.
Ahem... Anywho, some of his films I've watched recently:
couldn't find an actual cover I liked. *shrugs*
Not sure if TV shows count, but, seriously, that's basically what I watch
Yeeah.... My little sister has a crush on these two now. It's actually pretty funny. *laughs, because she's so boy-crazy, she makes Daminika look like a square*
How many thirteen-year-old girls swoon over Clint Eastwood?
I mean, come on. Girls these days think Justin Bieber is cute?
Don't make me laugh
The Dick Van Dyke Show
This is probably my favorite comedy show. Ever.
Seriously, it's tear-streaming, side-aching, rolling-on-the-floor, kind of comedy, with such expressions, and Dick Van Dyke could make a fence-post laugh.
I think I Love Lucy is a great comedy, but this one seems to portray a married couple a lot better. (strange, since Lucy and Desi are really married)
But I still 'Love Lucy' don't get me wrong. *winks*
And that's all I got for ya'll.
*hand over heart and looks apologetic*
Haven't anyone to tag, unfortunately, so I'll have to just 'skeedaddle'.
'So, until then, goodbye, good luck, and may the Good Lord take a liking to ya'
Monday, November 6, 2017
I had a beautiful childhood.
It wasn't always easy, but it was so very, very blessed, and we often forget that there are people out there who didn't have it so nice.
We often take our blessings for granted, wishing for something different, always wanting the grass on the other side of the fence.
I wish I had known when I was young what I know now.
If I could time-travel, tell the younger me a few things, oh, the words I would say!
You have so much to be thankful for. Thank God more often.
Enjoy Grandma's hugs, listen to her more, tell her how much you love her. She won't always be there.
Don't stop hugging Mommy. Pride gets in the way when you are older, and it's not so easy to go back.
Hug your friends and family more often, tell them you love them, enjoy every moment with them. Embrace their flaws, love their little quirks and attitudes. Let them know you are praying for them. People slip away from your grasp, one way or another, despite your love for them.
Don't be so shy. People aren't all that bad, and they are just as insecure as you.
Don't rush things, and stop trying to grow before your time. Enjoy your young days, play, run, and laugh. You'll be an adult all too soon.
When you get to be fifteen, you're going to start dreaming an awful lot about that cowboy on a horse, knight in armor, wishing he would come soon, and he won't, but don't worry.
Enjoy your teen years. You'll never get them again, and they end up being a lot of fun.
Stop worrying so much! Those things aren't as important as they seem.
Don't give up guitar. Starting again isn't easy.
D O N' T G I V E U P.
You can do so much if you try.
Read all you can, learn all you can. Graduation sounds wonderful, but some of the greatest times you'll have is doing your schoolwork. Knowledge is a beautiful thing, and you'll come to miss it.
Ask questions. Speak up every once in a while. But listen more.
Enjoy those long walks with Mommy, listen to what she has to say, and don't dread the exercise. Those wise words and healthy routines are going to help you when you never thought they would.
Read you Bible more. It's easier a habit to get into when you're young
Pray more. God is listening, and He loves you more than you can imagine.
'Grace, mercy and peace' are more than words an old preacher says every Sunday, and you'll come cherish them. Listen more in church.
Those old men and women you see with shaking hands and wrinkled smiles are special people, to respect and love. When they take your hand and say, 'God BLESS you,' know they mean it.
And learn from them.
Your prayers for your sister's happiness are going to be answered in a beautiful way. Don't fret. She'll be ok, believe me.
Driving is hard, and scary, and you don't think you'll ever get it, but you will! And you'll end up loving the drives down back roads.
You're going to see a lot of tears, a lot of death and parting, but there is going to be so much laughter, so much happiness. A lot of smiles, a lot of hugs and fellowship.
God is always, always with you, even though you don't always feel Him, and He is going to do amazing things.
Change is scary, and hard, but in time, the abnormal becomes normal. Don't fight it too hard.
Sing more. It soothes the soul, and brings a smile to everyone's face.
Tears are okay. It won't mean you're weak if you're hurting.
You really should climb up into the loft in the barn on Grandpa's ranch. You'l never get a chance again.
Write Great-Grandpa like you wanted. He's going Home soon.
Pray for your loved ones more often, and don't judge so much.
Don't gossip. It's a hard habit to break.
Go ahead and be crazy every once in a while! Life is short.
Climb those mountains, swim those rivers, laugh, sing, cry.
'You don't have to live forever. You just have to live.'
Life is a crazy, wild thing, but it's a BEAUTIFUL ride, and God has so much in store for you.
So go have an adventure!
It's going to be a good one.
My little message to myself, and to all you out there, too!
I have decided to keep on blogging, even though I don't have many followers.
Perhaps I'll never become a 'great blogger' or a 'great writer' but if my silly little whims, my thoughts and prayers, can touch one heart, lift one soul, it will all be worth it.
Perhaps there is one person who needs to hear what I have to say.
So as of now, I shall keep it up, scribbling away, babbling and musing over this and that, hoping you people won't be too bored.
Just try and get rid of me! *winks*
Signing off for now,
Thursday, October 26, 2017
I wish ya'll could see this wonderful weather we've been having.
Photos just don't do it justice.
The sky is blue and clear, the grass green, the hills just full of color, and the wind blows gently as leaves fall to the ground.
It's perfect weather for apple cider, cinnamon tea and pumpkin pie, if I only had the means to make them. lol
I haven't time to write a lengthy post. *I apologize.*
In fact, I've been considering quitting blogging all together. What do you people think of that?
With all this wonderful weather, I've been
chilling on the swing during the quiet days.
Ah, Louis L'Amour.
Been reading a lot of him lately
Yeah, we're kind of obsessed at my house.
Pretzels save lives.
All ready for work
When I actually have time to sit down
and write... I do it for hours.
*whispers* my family hates it
cloudy day *smiles*
I still haven't mastered 'River Flows in You'
Like I said.... *cough*
I SAID we were obsessed
After a fresh rain. God's beautiful promise
At work, getting dirty
cold, foggy work morning
But soon the clouds part!
A quick trip to the antique shops
where we found so many treasures.
This Red Cross blanket was from 1942. *eeeeeep*
If I were rich
My grandma had this same basket
hanging from her kitchen ceiling.....
Brought back many warm memories <3
The bride and bridesmaids, wedding dress shopping.
She found her dress! <3
Still have a long ways to go
My 'quiet spot'
I just love this view.... <3
So thankful for such a beautiful home. *sobs*
Also been reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's
Family time! <3
Sitting in my quiet spot
writing. again. *laughs*
found this in one of my old diaries.
Something so sad and bittersweet about
Well? Should I quit blogging?
What have you been up to?
As always, in a tearing hurry,