McGregor Spaeks

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It's gettin' cold heare in the mountains so I've been gatherin' up nuts and berries for the winter. The squirrels try to steal 'em all but I outsmert them. I go huntin' for nuts while they are a'snoozin at neight.

The leaves are gettin' deep so I know the snow will ferlow soon...

The house lady put this odd maen out to keep me company. He's not much of a talker tho. I'm tryin' to figger out how to get the big arnge berrie into me house in the tree!

I love liven here on grenny mtn, its pceful and the treas sml goode.

I haeve jst aboute everthin I knead, 'cept a wife. Mybe thts not so bad!

The Picture Box...

I've been in the picture box this week. Amy wanted me to scan some old pictures and send them. None of these were the one's she asked for, but I sent them anyway. I can't help it, I love these pictures and she was just so darn cute! Red hair and freckles, what a perfect combination. Amy could be "girly girl" one minute and the next...

...the biggest tomboy on the block!

She had a gaggle of friends at this age, and they spent the night at our house...or their house every weekend!

I don't know how she went from 14 to 30 in the blink of an eye. She's probably wondering that too!

Her sister Stephanie was pregnant with our first GRANDson Jackson in this picture taken Easter 1994.

How did this one get in the mix??? This is Fred and Ethel, they set on our porch every Halloween when the girls were growing up!

Out of the two girls Amy is the "quieter one," that's not to say she is quiet! We are an outspoken bunch, opinionated, passionate about our beliefs and loud at gatherings. Christmas is going to be a lot of fun this year, we are all going to be together for the first time in several years. I can't wait, but this time the GRANDson's will run the show. It will be hard to keep up but I'm taking my vitamins!

What was I thinking?

I was eavesdropping  following my daughter's posts on Facebook last week. That's really what Facebook is all about you know, snooping keeping up with what our friends and family are doing. She had posted she hoped no one could see the get up she had on when she takes the kids to school. It starts with pj's, then she adds sweats and a hat, no makeup and flip flops. God forbid that someone comes over to the van and has to talk to her, it would destroy her to be seen like that.

She has learned her drop off skills from me, I had some pretty scary outfits that I wore to the bus stop when they were growing up! When you live in the country, you let your natural side come out...makeup is optional. Matching clothes are optional, appropriate shoes are optional, even a coat in winter is optional if you are just going to be gone on a "quick errand."

Since we had a horse, calves and chickens to feed after I took the girls down to the highway to catch the bus, my outfit was pj's, OLD blue robe, denim work jacket and boots. I had these terrible cowboy boots made of cheap vinyl that kept my feet clean and dry no matter how muddy the pasture was. The girls called them "Snake Boots!" But the trip to the bus stop took all of 5 minutes and I was back home to feed and then into the house and my warm houseshoes.

Countless times I've made decisions that I look back and say, "What was I thinking?"
That mornings' trip to the the bus stop minus a coat and in my houseshoes was one of them! The trusty bus driver picked the girls up and off they went. That was when I realized the car wouldn't start, in fact it wouldn't even turn over. There I set in my pj's, my old blue robe and my fuzzy houseshoes. That's another thing about the country, people don't just come along every few minutes. It didn't take long for me to realize my only option was walking the 1/4 mile back to the house...in the snow/mud and the cold. When I got home I fed the animals, went in through the garage and threw my pink fuzzy houseshoes in the trash!

After that I improved my dress code. I wore season appropriate clothing and shoes. It made a great story to tell the girls "Things not to do!"