the Hovel is this many, today!

It was three years ago that I started this blog. I had been posting to a web site for a while but was looking for a better, faster way to communicate. I decided to start this blog. It was originally just to be a way to get out some news as to how my cancer was progressing and just to amuse myself and spend a little time.

My very first blog post is here.

It quickly turned to being an open letter to my grandchildren. One big long this is who I am, this is what is on my mind, this is important to me; this is just of interest; here is what I told others about me and hello, I love you; all in one place for them to get a chance to know me. That’s why there really isn’t a single theme or linear approach to this blog. There isn’t one.

When one gets older; being know becomes an important thought with respect to one’s on grandchildren.

As I sit here and write this, my mother, your great grand mother fell a few weeks ago and hurt herself. She is being transferred from Villa Campana where she has been recovering and will shortly be placed into a permanent care home. I am unsettled in this; however, I just can no longer extend to her the care and attention she requires. These past several years have taken their toll own both her and me. I want to tell you that I am tired, but I continue, as best I can to honor my mother and father.

Seems like life never takes a break and keeps coming in all its fury. Oh well, with God’s grace, I will endure. Remember, if it does not kill you; it can only make you stronger.

As you (any visitor) go through any post here, know that you are most welcomed. I have meet some amazingly wonderful people via this blog and the internet. You are encouraged to drop me a note, leave a comment and what I most hope for; that you find encouragement to live each and every day to the best of your ability. Just remember, you are opening and envelope and taking out a letter from me to my grandchildren. It’s OK, you are welcome to read along and hopefully enjoy the journey. I pray each and every day they will. I never grow tired of telling them that I love them. I just hope they remember that I was here, that I tried really hard and I want nothing but their happiness.

God Bless you guys. I really enjoy talking to each one of you.

the Hovel is this many, today!

 

It was three years ago that I started this blog. I had been posting to a web site for a while but was looking for a better, faster way to communicate. I decided to start this blog. It was originally just to be a way to get out some news as to how my cancer was progressing and just to amuse myself and spend a little time.

My very first blog post is here.

It quickly turned to being an open letter to my grandchildren. One big long this is who I am, this is what is on my mind, this is important to me; this is just of interest; here is what I told others about me and hello, I love you; all in one place for them to get a chance to know me. That’s why there really isn’t a single theme or linear approach to this blog. There isn’t one.

When one gets holder; being know becomes an important thought with respect to one’s on grandchildren.

As I sit here and write this, my mother, your great grand mother fell a few weeks ago and hurt herself. She is being transferred from Villa Campana where she has been recovering and will shortly be placed into a permanent care home. I am unsettled in this; however, I just can no longer extend to her the care and attention she requires. These past several years have taken their toll own both her and me. I want to tell you that I am tired, but I continue, as best I can to honor my mother and father.

Seems like life never takes a break and keeps coming in all its fury. Oh well, with God’s grace, I will endure. Remember, if it does not kill you; it can only make you stronger.

As you (any visitor) go through any post here, know that you are most welcomed. I have meet some amazingly wonderful people via this blog and the internet. You are encouraged to drop me a note, leave a comment and what I most hope for; that you find encouragement to live each and every day to the best of your ability. Just remember, you are opening and envelope and taking out a letter from me to my grandchildren. It’s OK, you are welcome to read along and hopefully enjoy the journey. I pray each and every day they will. I never grow tired of telling them that I love them. I just hope they remember that I was here, that I tried really hard and I want nothing but their happiness.

God Bless you guys. I really enjoy talking to each one of you.

Birthday Party!

Yesterday was Hayden’s 3rd birthday.

There were great grand ma’s every where:

And, there were some grand ma’s as well:

(oh’ Lord! Help me.)

I was here also, this is me, I’m three.

It was exciting and I wore this cool hat.

We had pizza of course.

I likes birthday parties.

I played games and rode the horses with my dad.

I saw grand pa taking my picture.

It was a blast.

Then everyone sang ‘happy birthday’ and I got embarrassed.

and I wanted my mommy.

CAKE!

Being 3 is awesome!

A day outdoors at the gymkhana. ! (#) Did I say outdoors?

Ok, to be honest I had heard the word years ago. Most of us here in the great American Southwest have. For you who are unsure the definition of an Gymkhana is as follows:

a field day held for equestrians, consisting of exhibitions of horsemanship and much pageantry.

Now, the part that is rather amazing (for most anyone who knows me) by definition, horses are animals and therefore constitute a journey into the dreaded OUTDOORS. Oh, parish the thought. Well, my dear friend Debbi asked if I would like to go see her daughter ride said animal. “It would be fun and your mom would love it.” Sure, attack me by bringing up my mother. Grrrrrr I thought, but decided to embark upon the dusty streets of the old pueblo and traverse to the spot where said exhibitions of horsemanship and much pageantry should take place. Now remember, outside is bad to me. Dirt, wind, sunshine, bugs and yes, horse crap! It smells there, oh well, there we were.

This is my friends daughter sitting upon an animal, along with other like minded people.

If I could talk, I would say “hello, my name is Rio, I like outside.”

What is fun about being out here you ask, well, talking with friends of course; and….

doing what every teenager does:

(yes, she in listening to music)

We go around the barrel Rio!

Its dusty and windy out here.

However, I would be fibbing if I didn’t tell you that both mom and I had a wonderful time and enjoyed seeing friends and cheering them on. It was a blast, and I hope to be able to go to another. Even mom got to get up close and personal.

Mom says ‘hello/goodbye’ to everyone and said that I was rather crazy. Outdoors is fun and I enjoyed the ~ exhibitions of horsemanship and much pageantry.

Oh yes, there be animals there:

Adventures in Grandpa’s back yard.

Lets go see Grandpa.

He has lots of fun stuff to see.

 

Check this out, a bird.

What’s back here?

 

Look, I haz a great grandma.

She made a face!

 

All done exploring, where is my cookie?

My Grandson's 2nd Birthday Party

Today we celebrated my Grandson's Birthday; and of course we had a blast. As always, Grandpa and Great Grandma we one of the first to arrive.




"I love you guys this much!"



Here are the two Great Grandma's:










Here is a shot of my oldest son William, he was having a good time:




Jumping Castles are fun, especially with Grandma taking my picture:











Good Lord; me taking a picture of her, taking a picture of me; oh gadzs!



As always, he rakes in the presents and has a great cake: