Hind's Feet

It's funny how it leaves you for a bit, and you become unguarded, and merrily roll along and then WALLOP, up side the head it comes. Maybe you noticed the date, maybe you smelled a familiar scent, maybe you didn't do anything except suddenly start bawling at this thing or that for no apparent reason. No... just a cat hair in my eye. No... just allergies of some sort. No... Christians shouldn't be so sensitive, you're right. And you wonder what on earth has gotten into you. It's not hormones... not time to PMS or ovulate... and WHAM it hits you. You still miss them. Achingly so. How can your heart contain it? Why doesn't it just burst and dissipate into nothingness like a vapor? You want to run to them for comfort, but they aren't there to comfort you. You want to run away, but there is no where to go that grief won't find you.. walloping you and whamming you relentlessly like waves. Except. In the arms of Jesus. The Steadfast Love of the L...

I loved this post on Proverbs 31 by Sara in beautiful Montana

This post was removed for not being an apple of gold set in fine silver. (Proverbs 25:11) ;)

Happy Birthday "Lydia"! (Don't let her fool you with her candles, she's only four) ;)

Olive , "blobber", age 107. (Thanks Anne!)

I love you a bushel and a peck A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap A barrel and a heap and I'm talkin' in my sleep About you, about you 'Cause I love you a bushel and a peck You bet your purdy neck I do

A doodle-oodle-ooh-doo A-doodle-oodle-oodle-ooh-doo

I love you a bushel and a peck A bushel and a peck though you make my heart a wreck Make my heart a wreck and you make my life a mess Make my life a mess, yes a mess of happiness About you, about you 'Cause I love you a bushel and a peck You bet your purdy neck I do

A doodle-oodle-ooh-doo A-doodle-oodle-oodle-ooh-doo

I love you a bushel and a peck A bushel and a peck and it beats me all to heck It beats me all to heck, how I'll ever tend the farm Ever tend the farm when I wanna keep my arm About you, about you 'Cause I love you a bushel and a peck You bet your purdy neck I do

A doodle-oodle-ooh-doo A-doodle-oodle-oodle-ooh-doo A-doodle-oodle-oodle-ooh-doo A-doodle-oodle-ooh-doo-doo

The Harris boys have released the results of their survey on modesty... Click here to view .

For what it's worth, it's not our cat out there in a huddled mass. We aren't sure where he comes from, but we think he belongs to neighbors east of us. We don't know his name. We call him Jubilation T. Cornpone. Our cats live like this (or think they do)...

Four Steps To Restoring the Culture by Steven LaTulippe

More winter pics from our corner of the woods at my photo blog: Hind's Site :)

Did you miss some? Do you want to see some again? Click here: Super Bowl Commercials 2007

I lied about no more sling shots. I just had to share my POV. (Mom, that means Point of View) :) Yes, that is a Christmas-y tablecloth. And our tree is still up too (it's fake, don't worry). We just love the tree lights on dark winter days, so we told Mary she can have it up until her birthday (in two weeks).

Okay, this is my last sling picture... until I finish the next one that I'm making "reversible" with one side dyeable Painting Red Rhinos boutique fabric from a few seasons ago that is 100% cotton jersey, and the other side dyeable 100% cotton Sherpa. I haven't started yet, and probably won't for a few days (need to decide on a color for the fabric first... and then buy the dye) :) So you'll be spared sling pics for bit. :D Do you know I'm typing with TWO hands right now, while my sleeping babe is nestled against my chest?? What a blessed moment. What does Jenni call them again? Ah yes... I'm having a feeling of Ultimate Blessing. What Joy!