Little Scout and the Hick up truck


For some time now life has been more than a little stress. Family situations, surgeries and financial things can weigh you down. I am so glad that God can bring humor and fun when  you need it.

My husband was asked to apply for a promotion. He got excited and really wanted this new position. All sounded good till it came to the hours, 2nd shift.  Now, I am speaking from experience here and know I do not handle second shift (or third shift for that matter). I wake early and my granddaughter comes early. I do not get to sleep till he is in the house and all is well.  While I am so happy for him and the promotion, I also know that it will be something hard on me.

This has led me to try to think of what I can do to not get so down and stressed over this change. It has led to me thinking and not sleeping well for a number of nights . I finally decided if I am going to have to stay up till midnight and get up at 5 or so from now on I might as well get used to it and sit up and think of plans.


I was tired. I have been fighting allergies which have my head filled and pounding headaches as well. I was trying to homeschool Kindergarten work to my granddaughter. Usually Tuesdays are harder as she has been with her parents all weekend and then needs to buckle down to school work. Yesterday was Wednesday. A usual “back into it day”.

Not yesterday!

“What number is this”

“I don’t know, 1 and 0″

It is the number 10  What number is it?


showed 2 more numbers, then the 10 again

What number is this?

1 and 0

What do 1 and 0 make when they are together?

I don’t know

OK, I want you to write 10 tens and say “ten” each time you write one.


Good job, now what number is this?

AHhhhhhhhhhhhh  8?

OK, we need to work on this.

She gets off chair, puts her night gown around her neck and ties the sleeves, puts arms out like she is flying and runs singing “Little Scout does not want to do this, Little Scout just wants to play”.

NOW, this is a highly intelligent little girl that uses logic and reasoning way beyond her age. She associates and relates and asks questions that you would expect from a much older child.  To say I was stunned by this is mild. but then all I could do was laugh inside and text her mom!

Later in the day we were walking to her Gymnastics class. A large pick up went by and she said “That was a hick up truck” .  We then talked about sounds and what a pick up truck was and what a hick up is!

The remainder of the day was spent in chuckles between my husband and I. Next week he starts 2nd shift, so he will be here to hear the chuckles along the way. I am sure that will be a blessing to him and encourages me to make the best of it.

I have ideas for keeping busy but ask for prayer that they will be formulated and work out. I need to keep ambition and not depression going in the changes  ahead.

October 6th, 2011 by Peggie | Comments Off

A Little Humor

Some days we all need a little humor to keep going. Lately I have needed a lot!

For a number of years now I have subscribed to The Cybersalt Digest and enjoy the humor there. Sometimes the humor hits too close to home, other times it brings back memories. This was today’s and yes, it brings back memories:

Dear Kids,

Don’t be alarmed, the world isn’t coming to an end. I am simply taking a bath. It will take about thirty minutes and will involve soap and water. Yes, I know how to swim. Even if I didn’t, forcing myself to drown in a half-inch of lukewarm water is more work than I’ve got energy for. (Which reminds me, I’m all for science projects, but the next time you want to see if Play-Doh floats, use cold water.)

Don’t panic if I’m not out right on time. I’ve heard that people don’t dissolve in water and I’d like to test the theory. While I’m in the tub, I’d like you to remember a few things. The large slab of wood between us is called a door. Do not bang to hear my voice. I promise that even though you can’t see me, I *am* on the other side. I’m not digging an escape tunnel and running for the border, no matter what I said a while ago. I didn’t mean it. Honest. There will be plenty of time later to tell me about your day.

“Later” means at a time when I am no longer naked, wet, and contemplating bubble gum in the blow dryer. I know you have important things to tell me. Please let one of them be that you have invented a new way to blow bubbles, not a new way to add gum to your hair.

Believe it or not, shouting, “TELEPHONE!” through the closed bathroom door will *not* make the phone stop ringing. Answer it and take a message. Since Amazing Mind-Reading Mom has the day off, you’ll need to write that message down. Use paper and a pencil. Do not use your brother and the laundry marker. We can’t send him to school with telephone number tattoos.

Water makes me wet, not deaf. I can still tell the difference between the sound of “nothing” and the sound of a child playing the piano with a basketball. I can also hear you tattling at the top of your lungs. I’m *choosing* NOT to answer you.
Don’t call your dad at work and tell him I am unconscious in the bathroom. He didn’t appreciate it last time. He won’t appreciate it more this time. Trust me.

No matter how much I would like it, water does not make me forgetful. I remember who you are and why you are grounded. No, you can’t go to Shelby’s house to play. No, you can’t go to Shelby’s house to use the bathroom. If someone is in our other bathroom, you will just have to think dry thoughts and wait. Unless you have four feet and a tail, do not think of going outside to “water” the lawn. I know the dog does it. The neighbors don’t feel the need to call me when the dog does it.

Unless the house catches on fire, stay inside and keep the doors locked. Do not go outside and throw rocks at the bathroom window to get my attention. I know it works in the movies. This is reality, the place where people don’t like to sit in a tub while rocks and broken glass rain in on them. Do not set the house on fire.

Call me if there is an emergency.

Emergencies ARE:
1. Dad has fallen off the roof.
2. Your brother and/or sister is bleeding.
3. There’s a red fire truck in front of our house.

Emergencies are NOT:
1. Dad has fallen asleep.
2. Someone on TV is bleeding.
3. There’s a red pickup truck in front of our house.

One other thing: Being forced to use the last roll of toilet paper for a towel does not make me happy. It makes me sticky with little white polka dots. In the future, when the tub overflows, use a mop to clean up the water instead of every towel in the house. For my sanity’s sake, let’s pretend it was the tub, Okay? No, I don’t want to hear the real story. Ever. Especially not while I’m standing in the pool of water you missed.

By the way, all Play-Doh experiments are hereby canceled.

Be good. Entertain yourselves. Yes, you can do both at the same time. Try coloring, playing a game, or paying that stack of bills on the coffee table. I’ll be out soon. Maybe.

Love, Your Mom

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July 31st, 2011 by Peggie | Comments Off

Please Pray for Rain

This is my front yard the little patch of green is some weed that even the animals can’t eat but likes drought and hangs on, but not flowering any more:

And across my drive:

You are looking at our apple/peach/apricot trees. Dying, broken and thirsty. Farther back are cedar and live oak, some of which (live oak) are not so live any more. Everything is turning brown and dying off. Our animals need hay, something we usually only have to buy in the winter. Because of the drought hay is high too.

Gardens are dead, flowers are dead and the whole land is looking depressing.

Fire hazards are high.

Please pray for Texas. We are so suffering from no rain and 104-110 degree heat. We need rain.

Right now, unless it starts out very gentle, there is nothing to hold back from our whole yard washing down to the road. There is no vegetation to keep the little dirt we have from taking off downhill.

Things are bad. We need prayer. Please.


July 16th, 2011 by Peggie | Comments Off


OK, I have had it! I am so sick of spam I do not know what to do. My blogs are getting spammed like crazy especially this one. I keep all comments on moderation to prevent my site from becoming X-rated. Actually more than one x!

Weird thing is, the posts being spammed the most are 2-3 years old. I have wondered why this is happening and still do not have a definite answer, however I have part of a clue.  Besides the normal, someone getting the link and spreading it, there are people who pay people to spam blogs.

Some time ago a friend of mine was giving me info for making money at home. My sewing has been laid up while recovering from hand surgeries, so selling sewing has been at a standstill. (Even making for my self or grandkids has been about stand still as well!) This friend found several online places that have lists of people that hire others to do anything from ESL to office jobs to reviewing to SPAMMING!  YUP, there is was when I went through the site, people hire people to spam. You find the blogs and post for them and then they pay per  blog when posted. There are even recommendations on how to do it.

Also I found out that some of these “make money with your own website” places, where they host and give you ways.. let me rephrase that.. sell you ways.. to get your site higher on search engines is to spam blogs! Once you start getting spammed your blog goes to others to spam as well.

NOW, I am sitting here with 7 spam comments for male products wanting me to approve. All on posts that were part of a “Works for me” mime I did several years ago. There were also several other comments as well. Link testers tell me that the links are often not accurate or worse, so anyone clicking may come down with a virus to boot.

It is not just blogs being spammed, but emails being hacked and spam  bombarding some yahoo groups I am in as well. Yahoo email addresses as well as AOL email addresses are being hacked on an epidemic basis. If you have a yahoo or AOL address change your password every few weeks, and if hacked, change it again. All should change their password, but these two seem to need more “babysitting”.

OK, I vented. If I find solutions to this spamming I will let all know, but in the mean time, to protect my readers, I am going to continue to moderate all comments. Spammers, you can count on not getting posted!

June 14th, 2011 by Peggie | 3 Comments »

A Long Weekend

I have written before about CASA and how much I love it. My husband and I have been fortunate in that we were appointed a child that is very easy. The hard part is the current placement was about 5.5 hours away from us and seeing our child is hard.

This past Monday we had to go for a court appointed meeting to discuss future plans. This meant driving the 5.5 hours and spending two nights in a motel. Since we can’t make the trip often we decided to make the trip as a long weekend, leaving Saturday and returning on Monday after the meeting.

Seeing our child was great and we had a great time. Being the same age as one of our grandchildren I was reminded of what to expect when I go to see them soon, as it has been a long time since I have seen most of them also.

Texas is a big state, I heard a comparison but am not sure I have it right. It is something like all of New England and one or two  other states as well, (can’t remember which ones). In our section of the state it is very dry. All of Texas is, but some way more than others. We are very dry. Out there was worse. The fields were having little dirt devils all over, sand blowing and cattle had little to nothing to eat. I was thankful for the little green we have after seeing that area.

We returned last night after a blessing of a time with our child. Today I received two emails wanting us to come back again soon. It is nice that our child feels as we do.

Today I am tired. You would think that sitting in a car, going to the movies, eating, talking and watching TV would be relaxing.  NOT! I think it will be an early night after a weekend of blessing.

If any one wants a real blessing, become a CASA. You will not regret it.

May 17th, 2011 by Peggie | Comments Off