Construction Man's grandad, Grampa Charlie, was born on this day in 1905 in Gobel, AR. He has since passed away, but we always remember him come the end of February.
He says they moved his birthday to Feb. 28th so that it came around more often!
He was a hard working man of the oilfield. He and Grandma Marg had seven kids. They followed the oil booms from Texas, to Oklahoma, to Colorado, to Wyoming. They never had much, but we sure did have some great family dinners when my girls were young.
Grampa Charlie called our three daughters "Charlie's Angels!" They sure are all that!
Happy Birthday, Grampa Charlie. We miss you!
365 Days of Fifty One~~ So, I am no longer fifty years of age! That year rolled on by. After much deliberation, I have decided to continue this blog on into my fifty first year of life. Consider it an online journal into the everyday affairs of the Whitlock clan. I am quite excited to see what the next 365 days bring.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello
The best selling band in history, The Beatles, formed in 1960. One year before I was born. I never listened to them as a kid. But since having kids, and they have posters, cd's, calendars, etc. I now know every song!
Also, having played guitar forever, and studying a bit of music theory, The Beatles have chord progressions that are absolute genius! Not to mention their lyrics...
"You say yes, I say no, you say stop, I say go, go, go
You say goodbye and I say Hello, Hello, Hello..."
Like I said, genius!!
A song about friction. A song about difficulty. A song about impossible. A song about disagreement.
"Yes, no
high, low
stop, go"
Whatever!!
Why? What? Who?
I always thought my dad looked just like Paul. So cute... so handsome!
Also, having played guitar forever, and studying a bit of music theory, The Beatles have chord progressions that are absolute genius! Not to mention their lyrics...
"You say yes, I say no, you say stop, I say go, go, go
You say goodbye and I say Hello, Hello, Hello..."
Like I said, genius!!
A song about friction. A song about difficulty. A song about impossible. A song about disagreement.
"Yes, no
high, low
stop, go"
Whatever!!
Why? What? Who?
I always thought my dad looked just like Paul. So cute... so handsome!
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Rollin, Rollin, Rollin...
Boy did this week go by fast.
Worked Monday and Friday with three days off in between.
Went to Billings on Thursday with Construction Man. Looking for a new axel for a trailer. Took the Beautician out for dinner. She is so cute! Love that girl.
Went to the gym once this week! Oh well...
Back out to the barn to work Addy this morning. All is as it should be.
Happy Saturday!
Worked Monday and Friday with three days off in between.
Went to Billings on Thursday with Construction Man. Looking for a new axel for a trailer. Took the Beautician out for dinner. She is so cute! Love that girl.
Went to the gym once this week! Oh well...
Back out to the barn to work Addy this morning. All is as it should be.
Happy Saturday!
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Three Months of Fifty
Three months and counting...
I was given a word this year by God.
That word was "live."
I am still trying to understand the whole essence of the meaning of the word. "Live!"
I have been fifty years old for three months.
I look good, I feel good, I am finding happiness and contentment again in the simple things such as daylight, health, sleep, food, horses, dogs and most importantly family and relationships. My children continue to flourish, my marriage continues to flourish, my heart beats steadily, rising and falling with the truth of God's Word and the lies of this world. Balance has come for a time.
I am thankful for the truth. I am thankful I know the difference!
I am thankful for love. I am thankful to have loved, and been loved, so fully thus far.
I am thankful for a faith in God... not just a faith in faith.
I am thankful for hope. There will be a place to come when we will be reunited with those we have loved and lost to this world and God Himself will wipe every tear from our eyes.
To ashes we will all return.
Lent is a time to reflect. To stand on the edge of magnificence and forget about ourselves for awhile. Whether you give something up or take on a positive, new activity to enrich your life during this Lenten season, do it remembering Who is at the center of it all. And then, when Easter Sunday comes, may your appreciation of what Christ suffered on the cross that Friday so long ago, His death and resurrection, and the dawn of that grand Sunday morning be so alive in your heart and mind.
I was given a word this year by God.
That word was "live."
I am still trying to understand the whole essence of the meaning of the word. "Live!"
I have been fifty years old for three months.
I look good, I feel good, I am finding happiness and contentment again in the simple things such as daylight, health, sleep, food, horses, dogs and most importantly family and relationships. My children continue to flourish, my marriage continues to flourish, my heart beats steadily, rising and falling with the truth of God's Word and the lies of this world. Balance has come for a time.
I am thankful for the truth. I am thankful I know the difference!
I am thankful for love. I am thankful to have loved, and been loved, so fully thus far.
I am thankful for a faith in God... not just a faith in faith.
I am thankful for hope. There will be a place to come when we will be reunited with those we have loved and lost to this world and God Himself will wipe every tear from our eyes.
To ashes we will all return.
Lent is a time to reflect. To stand on the edge of magnificence and forget about ourselves for awhile. Whether you give something up or take on a positive, new activity to enrich your life during this Lenten season, do it remembering Who is at the center of it all. And then, when Easter Sunday comes, may your appreciation of what Christ suffered on the cross that Friday so long ago, His death and resurrection, and the dawn of that grand Sunday morning be so alive in your heart and mind.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Cowgirls of the old West
I just love these gals that used to rodeo and trick ride.
Florence Hughes Randolph, Cowgirl Trick rider
I wonder if Addy would mind if I tried a few of these tricks on her! We have been line driving the last few go rounds and she is doing quite well. I have bounced up in the stirrup and am just about ready to get on. We need a little bit better stop though. She is kind and willing. So much fun!
Monday, February 20, 2012
BOB SEGER ROCKS!!
"Stood alone on a mountaintop
starin' out at the great divide.
I could go east, I could go west
it was all up to me to decide.
Just then I saw a young hawk flyin'
and my soul began to rise.
And pretty soon my heart was singin'
Roll, roll me away
gonna roll me away tonight
Gotta keep rollin'
Gotta keep ridin'
Keep searchin' till I find what's right
And as the sunset faded
I spoke to faintest first starlight
and I said next time
next time
we'll get it right."
~~"Roll Me Away" Bob Seger
I was listening to this CD on my way out to the barnyard yesterday. It made me cry.
So many good memories all wrapped up in one voice. But it isn't just Bob singing when the vinyl starts to spin... I can hear my brother Dave singin', my sister Cheri singin', my Mom singin'. Bob Seger, a Michigan boy, can write a ballad, tell a story, play the piano in the blue spot, center stage, all alone. I saw him do it at Castle Farms Theatre in Charlevoix, MI when I was a younger woman. An amazing musician that certainly deserved and earned his place in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
starin' out at the great divide.
I could go east, I could go west
it was all up to me to decide.
Just then I saw a young hawk flyin'
and my soul began to rise.
And pretty soon my heart was singin'
Roll, roll me away
gonna roll me away tonight
Gotta keep rollin'
Gotta keep ridin'
Keep searchin' till I find what's right
And as the sunset faded
I spoke to faintest first starlight
and I said next time
next time
we'll get it right."
~~"Roll Me Away" Bob Seger
I was listening to this CD on my way out to the barnyard yesterday. It made me cry.
So many good memories all wrapped up in one voice. But it isn't just Bob singing when the vinyl starts to spin... I can hear my brother Dave singin', my sister Cheri singin', my Mom singin'. Bob Seger, a Michigan boy, can write a ballad, tell a story, play the piano in the blue spot, center stage, all alone. I saw him do it at Castle Farms Theatre in Charlevoix, MI when I was a younger woman. An amazing musician that certainly deserved and earned his place in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Sunday Stills and Yesterday's Drive
One twelfth of my Valentine's Day gift
the girls...
Bighorn sheep up the Southfork, Cody, WY
doe a deer
The Castles of Wyoming
the girls...
Bighorn sheep up the Southfork, Cody, WY
doe a deer
The Castles of Wyoming
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