I am not one who talks a lot about my better half, mainly I guess because I figure know one really cares.
I think I will take this time to brag a bit on the man in my life.
I met him almost 30 years ago, I never thought in a million years I would have married him.
Of course we never know what life has in store for us, that is the excitement of living, I guess.
We fell in love and married 13 years ago, he was my salvation.
My husband loves me for who I am, which is saying a lot!
He is quite, hates my off road "sunday drives", horses, and hiking.
I am loud, talkative and would rather take the road no one travels
We are complete opposites and it seems to work.
Two years ago I became very ill, a routine "less evasive operation" turned into a total nightmare for me.
Honestly, I didn't think I would pull through, I found myself at the gates of pure hell.
But my husband, whom I have referred to as my knight in wrangler jeans pulled me through.
His undivided devotion, his sleepless nights, his loving touch and his quite prayers brought me back to my health once again.
He might not be wealthy, drive a Porsche, buy me diamonds and furs, but to me he is the richest man alive.

Good Grief, SMILE!

If you don’t like the way you’re feeling, act as you’d like to feel—and your feelings will change. It’s uncanny.

So if you want to have warmer relationships with people, act more warmly.

When I meet someone, I try to imagine that he or she is a long-last pal from yesteryear. Not only does this strategy make me feel more friendly to that person, it also makes that person feel more friendly in return.

In a nutshell: by acting friendly, we make ourselves feel more friendly, and as a consequence, others respond in a friendly way.

When I was in sixth grade, my classroom had a poster that said, “If you want to make a friend, be a friend.” I guess that just because a piece of advice can be found on a Snoopy poster doesn’t mean that it’s not worth trying.

Grandparents

I was so blessed to have my granddaddy with me until I was 41. Granddaddy passed away at the age of 95, having lived a long and wonderful life.
He born on St. Patricks Day in 1909 in Indian Territory Oklahoma. He was the last of his brothers and sisters to pass away and he passed with the dignity that he so much honored in his life.
Granddaddy retired from the L&N railroad after my Grandmother passed away at the young age of 59. He loved to travel and kept busy traveling between Oklahoma and Kentucky until his age slowed him down.
Granddaddy came to Kentucky with his family in 1923-24 by way of a Prairie Schooner, or covered wagon.
He said it took them 6 months to make it to Kentucky and along the way he seen his first automobile.
His parents suffered many hardships while he was growing up, but I think it made him all the more determined to prevail in is life.

Why horses are better then men..

1. A horse understands why shoes must come in sets of four
2. If a horse starts to stray, all you have to do is throw a rope over their neck.
3. A horse feels no need to sew his oats. He simply eats them.
4. You can lead a horse to water, but a man will insist on driving and get hopelessly lost
5. Next to a horse, a man must feel some how inadequate.
6. Horses are into a "stable" relationship
7. A woman can always be sure that her horse is properly groomed.
8. Horses are easier to "saddle"
9. A horse is never too busy to spend time with you
10. You can ride a horse all day long and will never get a complaint.

Spring time at the cabin

The grass is slow to arrive but the buttercups have sprouted up quickly. Hello Spring, I am so glad to see you have finally made it!

Brown packing paper

Faux leather with brown paper, the kind you use for shipping packages make a inexpensive wall covering.
Simply dip the paper in wall paper paste and hang it on the wall by tearing it in pieces and randomly places it one piece over the other. Quick and easy and fools the eye!

The washing machine

I complained about doing laundry. I hated the chore, fussed every time the laundry start piling up.
It was not until I lovingly hung my grandmother's wash board on the wall of my cabin that I realized how easy my laundry task was.
She was the mother of 9children, she washed their clothing every Monday on this wash board. Scrubbing away over a metal wash tub one item at a time.
Complain? Not anymore.