Vicki's Toe

Vicki got up one morning and said, "Yes", when her little niece asked her to go outside and kick the soccer ball with her. Vicki went out in socks and her robe, kicked the ball and broke her toe in 3 places. Limped back into the house with her toe hanging on to her foot by only the skin. That's Vicki's story and I totally support her.

Years ago, a cousin of Aunt Evelyn's went fishing and came back with no big toe. He said an alligator ate it. When you grow up in Louisiana and your family has a farm out in the country on the bayou, you always hear about a gator eating a small goat, chickens, a devil child, etc.

Johnny Jeff was always a bit strange, but about 6 months after he lost the toe, his Momma was washing his clothes and discovered a withered up disgusting thing in a nice linen handkerchief secured tightly with a rubber band. Johnny Jeff's toe. Kinda messed up the, "I had my foot hanging off the side of the perogue while fishing and the gater ate it story." Notice no one asked how the gator just ate the one big toe? Anyway, Johnny Jeff went to visit Pineville (the insane asylum) for a few months and came back misty eyed and dreamy. He and his Mother dropped in Aunt Evelyn's the next time we were visitng. Johnny Jeff was pretty quiet. During a lull in conversation, unusual since we all talked at once, Johnny Jeff turns to me and says, "Miss Lottie Kate, you and your little sister, Miss Lottie Mae look so much alike." Well, Miss Lottie Mae took wings with that sentence and for a year told everyone "people" think Mother and I are sisters and she's the younger one. Of all Mother and Aunt Evelyn's friends these two loved each other dearly. Took Aunt Evelyn about a year, but she interrupted Mom's story one day to say, "Lottie Mae, the "people" of whom you speak is an insane cousin of mine who lost his toe in a way we don't even want to know about and now carries a placebo toe in his pocket." I truly fell off my chair laughing and Mother had no sympathy for me.

So now you see why I support Vicki's toe story. Can't have her traisping off to Pineville over a toe.

Let It Ice

After the great ice storm, diamond and fairy dust sparkles everywhere. Here's a little tennis shoe fairy who lives in our back yard.

The Little Princess

Theses are not good pictures, but here's our little Princess. I haven't gotten around to making or getting her a little stool so she can hop on our bed easier. I have ideas, but no follow through. Should take a picture of her right now, she's curled up on the sofa. I upholstered the sofa in her colors. I put a bit of black velvet trim on the top of the back and along the side. My not black cat seems to get fur all over the black velvet. The fur fight in this house is constant, BlackJack adds to it a bit - a bit!?!?!

I'm going to brave the icy day and run to the grocery store. I'm out of strawberry cream cheese to go on my morning bagel. Can't face tomorrow morning without my sweet. A slight addiction there? We won't even talk about Grande Green Tea Frappicinos with extra whipped cream.

The Golden Child and Good Friends

Here's my little darling with Angie getting a haircut for the first time in several hundred years. I've cut his hair most of his life, but there's no longer trust - hair wise, between us. Angie, whom he barely knows - lots of trust there. During the holidays James Randall caught a virus and felt so bad we took him to the doctor. First time he's ever been to the doctor for anything other than a checkup. We had to go across the hall for bloodwork. A man on a walker was in the waiting room with me while they were sucking the blood out of my only child. He starts in - is that a boy or girl, so much hair, how long is his hair, etc. I said nothing. Not easy for me. But he continues so finally I get up to get a magazine and get right in his face and say, "IT'S ONLY HAIR". I'm usually pretty nice to people, especially people in walkers. Heaven knows I've had a few elderly relatives I love in walkers (and I was the relative with them in the doctor's office). I gave this guy a couple of comments and then realized he wasn't going to leave it alone until I responded. He should consider himself lucky that's all I said since he was dissing the golden child.

Here's a perfect example of why I'm so lucky with friends. At Vince's birthday party I mentioned to Lola I wish James Randall and film crew would get us going with the Barbaree Beat. Without missing a beat, Lola said, "It's OK, they're kids." Love that Lola.

January Texas Sculpture Association Board Meeting

Here's the Texas Sculpture Association Board meeting the first time this year. Cynthia and I drive to Oklahoma once a month to attend. Actually Nan's house is up Central Expressway at the Arapaho exit, but I think it's Oklahoma, because it's so far out of my 5 mile comfort zone. Cynthia's better about the drive than me. Thank goodness Bob drives us to Fort Worth every Saturday night while I play with his i-phone and pretend we aren't on a road trip.

My feet don't touch the floor when I sit in those chairs so after about an hour I'm squirming. Jay brought me a footstool once, I think it was a toolbox, but it worked.

Miss Calico (age 15) is having a hard time jumping on our bed and it's low. I need to make her a little footstool and I could take the footstool to the meetings. Last night Miss Calico was laying next to Bob while he was reading and petting her. She turned and fell off the bed. Life can sometimes be not easy for even the most pampered cat. She's not the smartest, or sweetest, but she is demanding and pretty. Gives her that great personality. Better get busy with the footstool before she sucks out my breath while I'm sleeping, little precious. I'll try to get a picture of our little darling for you.

Safe at the Estate Sale

David and Bob pose while I dig out my camera.

Bob and I decided to walk down the street to the estate sale this morning. Look who we ran into patrolling the world safe for us. Thank goodness for the good guys like David. May our neighbors continue to have the good sense to support neighborhood patrol.

YMCA

Bob and I went to the Y today and I had the courage to get on the scale. Low and behold I am at my goal weight, without shoes. Thought I'd dress up and show you how good I look. Top hat and tails suits me. Notice in the right light, the right camera, cool glasses, no hair and top hat, even my nose looks good.