Newsflash! #1 Grandboy Turns 10!

10 years old - he is TEN YEARS OLD! When did this happen?!

What is a Grammy to do when her oldest Grandboy turns ten? I remember my own Grandmother Farnsley who I loved dearly. (She would have been 100 years old on AJ's 10th birthday!) She had a 'bazillion' grandchildren and even though I was only one of them, she always made me feel like I was the only one. I loved to watch her iron and cook; she whistled while she worked ~ this was great! She hung the wash out on the line and everything smelled so wonderful :) She played the old pump organ and sang; she worked in the garden, canned everything, skimmed the cream off the fresh cow's milk, used beautiful white lard and lots of fluffy white flour when she cooked. She made homemade kraut that was unbeatable straight from the jar...and she made the best mashed potatoes! But, the number one thing I remember about my Grandmother is her hair. She had beautiful long white hair...and I loved it :) So, what is this Grammy going to do now that her #1 Grandboy has turned 10? I have decided to stop coloring my hair.

So, even though I'll never cook like my Grandmother, or make homemade kraut, I can have gray hair...and well earned gray hair at that!

A Great Dane Sized Hole!

After living with his Grammy and Papa for more than a year and a half, Chance has officially 'left the building' ~ he has moved to Center Point to live with his mommy, Jenn.

I loaded up the little Mazda 3 with the final load of Jenn's 'stuff'...including her Dane, our Grandpup Chance. All morning he'd known something was up, and was excited and anxious. He'd seen the loads of familiar items go out the door for 2 weekends in a row. But this time was different and he knew it.

Papa had gone to Fermin's for tacos that morning and, as usual, returned with an extra for Chance. Chance knew the routine and obediently sat at his Papa's feet. Before we could locate his 'slobber rag,' drool began to stream from his huge jowls and land in noisy pools on the dining room floor. Papa looked at him sincerely, held the taco at the very tip of Chance's nose and explained how his life was about to change, and how this was probably his last breakfast taco for a very long time. In a swoop and a gulp the taco was gone - Chance looked around hungrily for more, but it was gone.

Several hours later we all arrived at Chance's new home. After a thorough inspection, a tour of each and every room in the house and of the backyard, Chance seemed to understand what had happened. Then we took a short ride to the river park where Chance made some new friends and played in the water. "Hey, this is great," he seemed to say.

We spent one night with Chance in his new home and left early this morning; he wined and cried a bit and wanted to go with us. His mommy had to hold him back at the gate. But as we drove away I could clearly see that he'd already found other things to occupy himself as he galloped down the long fence line in the opposite direction, barking at nothing in particular.

Several hours later we arrived back at our very quiet Corpus Christi house, unlocked the door and, even though we knew he was gone, half way expected the large Dane to greet us at the door.

Chance, you really know how to rip a 'Great Dane sized hole' in your Grammy's heart!