Foxy Loxy's feasting hole

One day Henny Penny went to the park where she saw...


Mungo Bungo and Yuri Furry, a team of professional competitive eaters. They were so busy exercising their jaws they didn't seem to notice that...


Henny Penny was joined by Goosey Loosey, Ducky Lucky and Turkey Lurkey (from youngest to oldest). Soon they happened upon...


Roscoe Moscow and Natty Nutria, both in the haberdashery business. As up-and-comers, they were on the prowl for the next big sale. The last I heard they were looking to export beaver hats to Russia.


Gertle the Turtle and her entourage made a quick appearance. Many of her hard-shelled friends were surprisingly camera shy.


Pickin Lickin, the grand pappy of the group, seemed content to munch watermelon peels.


Goosey Loosey wasn't aware how tender and moist she looked,


But thankfully she was tough meat compared to this fluff ball which could have been easily downed with a sip from that Gatorade bottle.


Goosey Loosey and Ducky Lucky attached themselves to a gaggle, because they knew that there was safety in numbers.


The triplets Feasty, Leasty and Oliver also exercised pond smarts.


Scrawny Lonnie didn't have to be so careful as his silhouette was only slightly plumper than Foxy Loxy's eyelashes.

In conclusion, I left the park with the birds I came with. They were aflutter to get home and show dad the sights at Foxy Loxy's feasting hole.

A Mayday Moment

Ben took his oral boards this week in Chicago, and before he took them ABOS showed this video clip. Enjoy!

Blessed homecoming

Earlier this week my wise husband reminded me that we are pilgrims on this earth. Our home is heaven. Yesterday, my dear pilgrim grandmother made entrance into the Celestial City. What delight she must have that her 90 year journey is completed. How this teary-eyed sojourner will miss her cheerful ways, her thankful spirit and her daily walk with Jesus. She is the lady I hope to become. Thank you, Lord, that she is Home.

Root for the home team

We salute

The photo is a bit blurry like the future of our nation. However the truth of the Bible remains relevantly sharp.

2 Chronicles 7:14
"If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land."

How I hope for another Great Awakening, a revival. May we openly salute Christ while being scrutinized by the opposition. May our faith be consuming, contagious and if necessary, freakish. With every Independence Day, I wish we would be reminded afresh to become more reliant on the author of our liberty, Jesus Christ.

Chrysanthemum heads

Why don't you get a haircut? You look like a chrysanthemum.
-P. G. Wodehouse


in progress


after


in progress


after

(As for the hair on their shoulders, I think the moon is round and they are turning into handsome werewolves. Or perhaps this barber ought to use a cape.)

Happy Cows

Today the above photo was posted on our local Chick-fil-A Facebook page. Someone commented, "Too cute! The older calf had to keep holding his ear back to keep it out of his ice cream. This was my favorite group."






Even the patriarch taped two spots to his business shirt and donned a cow headband.



Our family of six ate free lunch at Chick-fil-A for Cow Appreciation Day. We looked truly cowy. On our entrance we were greeted with a cacophony of cow bells. The franchise owners said we were their biggest herd yet.


I found out tonight that Chick-fil-A Facebook posted this 2010 photo yesterday to remind people to dress up like a cow today. In a year's time, our hides have darkened. Wonders never cease.