Sharing the Good Life
My boy . . where does he get his sense (or lack thereof) of fashion. His newest shoes — red suede Vans.
And he loves them!
It could be worse. These are his favorite dress shoes. (Don’t ask me why he had them on with his pajamas!)
And then there are days when he just puts on two shoes, without regard to whether they match or not.
No matter what shoes he’s wearing, I love him and I miss him when he’s gone!
This is why I love blogging. Going back through my blog all the way to 2004, there were so many pictures that made me smile.
2006 – He graduated from high school and he was not happy that I wanted to take his picture. I can just about guess what he was thinking. Heck, back then, he wasn’t happy with anything I did! Thank goodness things are better now.
This was his high school ID. Does that photo look anything like my son? I didn’t think so!
A storm blew the ridge vent completely up on our new roof and water was pouring in. Once the rain stopped and the roof dried a little, Chad climbed up on the roof to try to fix it til the roofer could get there. Memories!
My tiny little kitchen at our how in town in KY. This is where I cooked 99% of our meals for 5 years so don’t tell me you can’t cook in a small kitchen. The microwave was in the garage!
One year after Hurricane Rita, this is the condition of a hotel where we spent a week! Not a good place to spend a week. The inside was as bad as the outside.
See why I have so much fun blogging . . my whole life since 2004 is right on the internet . . for the world to see but also for me to go back and read and smile at the memories.
We’ve been working so hard to figure out what’s wrong with Speck. At one point, we thought he got upset when there was turmoil in the house. I’m still not sure about that. There’s almost always enough turmoil in this house that we can blame that on any problems that arise.
He’s so observant and watches every move I make and he knows when I’m getting dressed to go somewhere vs. getting dressed to stay home. Yesterday I was teaching out of town and as I was getting dressed, he began to panic. Today . . he’s having one of his worst days ever. In fact, Vince and I both cried all the way through lunch, thinking we might have to take him to the vet today for his final trip. But, he seems a bit better this afternoon.
Could it be that he gets so nervous that he’s getting sick? I don’t have to leave him for a few weeks so we’ll see if he gets better. As much as I wish that is the only problem, I really can’t stay home forever to keep Speck from getting sick . . or can I? 
As I was going through my old blog looking for a picture of the green storage bin, I found these pictures from 2005 and 2006.
More amazing than anything I’ve seen lately . . Vince’s first and only attempt at making bread! But look at that green shirt. No holes, no rips, no missing underarm section.
A year earlier on his birthday. The shirt looks even better in this picture.
How can anyone willingly wear the same color, same style shirt every day for at least 5 years? It’s one thing if it’s a work uniform and you have no choice but . . really . . do you think this is weird?
