The Grip of Death

When you see this picture, you may think, “Awwww. Cute, gentle, little Hobbes is having his neck scratched. Isn’t that just so sweet?”

However, I’d like to draw your attention to those paws…the ones with the death grip around my hand. Turns out, when a 20 pound cat grabs your hand to assure that you don’t stop scratching his neck until HE says you can–on pain of certain death…

you just kinda keep scratching his neck, whether you want to or not…

till the end of time…

or until he falls asleep.

Good grief.

A slave in my own house.

 

My Chosen Girl

I have never seen anyone consistently have more fun with a project than this sweet girl has had being an extra in The Chosen series.

They are given quite specific costume guidelines to follow but this one…

is the most creative yet!

I mean, look at the colors…

and look at the textures…

and look at the fabrics–all so wild and fun.

But the best thing for this mama heart is…

to look at that smile!

Have fun honey! I love you.

~Mom

 

 

Book SHELVES!!

Oh, my GOSH!! Look what is going on at my place!

Josh and Nate are setting up the bookshelves…

that I’ve dreamed of having alllll myyyyy liiiiife!!!

I used to work at a bookstore when I was a youngster and that only enhanced my deep love of books….and the need for more bookshelves! haha.

I wasted no time in getting started filling these pretty things.

Fiction. Alphabetical, by author…of course.

We’re just getting started, because once I’m finished with fiction…

I’ll move on to non-fiction…

and self-help…

and history…

and homesteading…

and writing…

and crochet…

and maternity…

and natural health…

*SIGH*

I guess we’ll be needing the other three bookshelves set up.

Then we’ll move on to…

Church books.

I should probably just hang a sign outside that says, “Library.”

But then, that might disturb all the time I need…

to read.

Heh, heh.

Arkansas Skies

My boy Dane and his boy Merrick went on a road trip to Fayetteville, Arkansas.

They camped a bit on the road and had a lovely time.

Even had a little rain. But who’s afraid of a little rain–right?

Ummmmm….until it changes to a bunch of this nasty looking stuff and we get this text from Dane:

Next I get a scary, very emotional call from Kortney, at home, saying that the guys are in the hotel and the sirens are blaring, the power is off and they’ve been evacuated to a lower hallway. They are crouched on the floor, in the dark with their heads against the wall…praying.

Sent the message out to the ENTIRE family to please, PLEASE, PRAY!

We watched the weather service and it was not looking good. They were expecting the tornado to rip the roof off of the hotel.

Praying. Praying. Praying. Praying. Praying. Praying. Praying. Praying.

Dane is comforting his terrified 7 year old saying, “Be brave, Merrick. Heavenly Father will protect us.”

Then, the miracle happened.

The weatherman said, “Well, would you look at that?! Sometimes a tornado will take a sharp turn and go the other way, for no reason at all. We call that a hook.”

A hook that completely went around Fayetteville.

We call that...a miracle.

Our boys are safe.

Thank you Heavenly Father for being so good to us.

Prayers work.