Merry Christmas everyone.
As well as Debbie and I can remember, this is the first Christmas morning we have spent without at least one of our daughters in the house. Tara, John, Evie, Maggie and Oliver went back to Greenville yesterday. Kelsey is with Jeremy's family in Bristow. Megan is with Nolan.
Yesterday was pretty quiet. Tara and John stopped by on their way out of town to say goodbye. We tried to eat lunch at the bagel shop but they were closed. We went to McAlesters instead. While we were eating, Debbie directed my attention to a little girl sitting in a high chair a few feet away. She was staring at me with a huge grin on her face. I started waving and playing peek-a-boo with her. She must be about a year old. Chubby cheeks and big blue eyes.
Debbie and I went to For Pete's Sake and bought a couple of OSU shirts. Like we need more of those, right? Went to Chris' to get a sweatshirt like the one John bought, but they did not have any my size. Their stock was dwindled considerably by holiday shoppers.
Debbie made a very tasty batch of red beans and rice last nite.
The house is quiet this morning except for the commotion that Debbie is causing in one of the bedrooms. I cannot tell if she is cleaning or remodeling. Feel like I should go check it out but kinda concerned that she is luring me into a chore. hee hee.
Have a great day.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Kelsey's big day
Kelsey started the day getting ready to graduate from OSU. She decorated her mortar board by painting it orange and spelling OSU with sequins. We met her boyfriend, Jeremy, and his parents and grandparents at the OSU Student Union for lunch that Debbie brought from Subway. After lunch, we went outside to the west stairs to take some photos before going to the graduation ceremony. As we were taking photos of Jeremy and Kelsey together, Jeremy pulled a ring box from his coat pocket.
Kelsey saw the box and said, "Nuh, uh!" Jeremy got on one knee and asked her to marry him.
There were several cheers from those watching.
I believe that is a "yes."
Two happy people. Congratulations!!
A few more photos were taken before the graduation ceremony.
After graduation, we had a reception at the Community Center. Lots of Rib Crib barbeque and a cool cake Debbie bought at a bakery in Oklahoma City.
Kelsey had the best day!
Congratulations, Kelsey!
Friday, December 16, 2011
Congratulations, Kelsey!
Today is the last day of your undergraduate college career. Congratulations on becoming the last of our family to become an OSU graduate. We are proud of you!
I am so proud that all five of us are college graduates. It is not easy for that to happen for one family member, much less every member of a family. It is hard to be humble when I have a wife and three daughters that are so very special. Thank you. I love you gals!!
I am so proud that all five of us are college graduates. It is not easy for that to happen for one family member, much less every member of a family. It is hard to be humble when I have a wife and three daughters that are so very special. Thank you. I love you gals!!
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Happy Birthday, Evie.
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Evie, happy birthday to you.
Love you bunches,
Nana and Opie.
Love you bunches,
Nana and Opie.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Too early for questions
Good Friday morning!
We had to stop and get gas in the auto this morning before our daily migration to Oklahoma City. Anyone besides me getting a little tired of the 20 questions at the gas pump?
Questions like: Debit or Credit? Car Wash? Receipt?
Well, ok. So it is only three questions. But at 6:30 a.m. that is three questions more than I care to answer. Answering questions requires thinking and thinking is not something I want to do that early in the day. It is hard enough trying to decide whether to eat the Raisins, Dates and Pecans cereal or the Cranberry Almond Crunch cereal. After answering the questions about car washes, receipts and the type of card we want to use, we have to select a grade of fuel. In the good old days, there was only one thing to do. Lift the handle and pump whatever was coming out of the hose. Now, there are five or six buttons to push to select a grade of fuel. Eighty-seven octane up to 90-something. At some pumps, there are one or two additional options on the amount of ethanol you want in your gas in addition to the other grades of fuel. Getting gas is becoming too complicated. At least at 6:30 in the morning.
When we got home last night, there was a box sitting at the front door. Debbie quickly grabbed it. There is something subversive occurring around our house. I was not allowed to see what was in the box and was banished from the bedroom for several minutes. I AM THE HEAD OF THIS HOUSE, WOMAN!! True, you are the neck and when the neck turns, the head moves. But still. No secrets!!! Do not give me that business about waiting a few days before I find out what was in the boxes. Yes, boxes. It turns out there were smaller boxes in the larger box. And since when do people ship stuff from somewhere without identifying who they are? In a nation full of laws of all kinds regulating everything imaginable, is it possible there is no law demanding that the sender identify themselves on the daggone box they shipped via UPS? It is a conspiracy, I say.
Hope you have a good day... without secrets.
We had to stop and get gas in the auto this morning before our daily migration to Oklahoma City. Anyone besides me getting a little tired of the 20 questions at the gas pump?
Questions like: Debit or Credit? Car Wash? Receipt?
Well, ok. So it is only three questions. But at 6:30 a.m. that is three questions more than I care to answer. Answering questions requires thinking and thinking is not something I want to do that early in the day. It is hard enough trying to decide whether to eat the Raisins, Dates and Pecans cereal or the Cranberry Almond Crunch cereal. After answering the questions about car washes, receipts and the type of card we want to use, we have to select a grade of fuel. In the good old days, there was only one thing to do. Lift the handle and pump whatever was coming out of the hose. Now, there are five or six buttons to push to select a grade of fuel. Eighty-seven octane up to 90-something. At some pumps, there are one or two additional options on the amount of ethanol you want in your gas in addition to the other grades of fuel. Getting gas is becoming too complicated. At least at 6:30 in the morning.
When we got home last night, there was a box sitting at the front door. Debbie quickly grabbed it. There is something subversive occurring around our house. I was not allowed to see what was in the box and was banished from the bedroom for several minutes. I AM THE HEAD OF THIS HOUSE, WOMAN!! True, you are the neck and when the neck turns, the head moves. But still. No secrets!!! Do not give me that business about waiting a few days before I find out what was in the boxes. Yes, boxes. It turns out there were smaller boxes in the larger box. And since when do people ship stuff from somewhere without identifying who they are? In a nation full of laws of all kinds regulating everything imaginable, is it possible there is no law demanding that the sender identify themselves on the daggone box they shipped via UPS? It is a conspiracy, I say.
Hope you have a good day... without secrets.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
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