JULY 13

Lois Winifred Freeman Vance was born on July 13, 1921, to Gertrude and Henry Freeman. She was the 13 child if my memory serves me. She was a precious, sweet soul. She has been gone a long time...16 years... WOW. Can't believe it has been that long. I still miss my mother. I complained to my sister once, that I wish I could dream about momma, but I just couldn't. Judy told me, perhaps it's because you are so much like her. . . WOW... I don't know if it's true, I'll hang on to that, because it makes me feel so good.

Update

I know several of you are aware of the grave situation that my husbands ex-wife Kay is facing. Three weeks ago she suffered a heart attack. After surviving a quadruple bypass, she was in a room and looking well. The night before she was to come home, she flat-lined. This was to happen a few more times before the decision was made to Life Flight her to St. Luke's Hospital in Houston. Our Brooke is with her, along with her step-father and grandparents.
I spoke with Brooke this afternoon and she updated me on the situation. They have started the approval process for a heart transplant. The powers that be meet on Tuesday, and as I understand it, will make the final decision on whether she will be a candidate. If approved she will be on the A1 list. (Most Critical). Kay passed the "absolutely not" hurdle. The next level of disqualifiers is a less black and white, a little more grey. This includes age, insulin dependent diabetics, smokers, drinkers etc. So we wait...
Pray for Kay, and that God will have complete control of things. Pray for Brooke as she goes through this heart wrenching stretch of life.

MHS Lineman Camp

Bo at football camp. He is lifting weights every morning with the team, but during this week he was playing. Having a good time.

Lacey took JaiceyBelle to the park recently. They had lots of fun playing Simba on the rocks.

The birthday speech always starts the same. The year changes of course. "19 years ago today...."
I always wake them up with that. It's harder now when they aren't home on their birthday. Anyway! 19 years ago today I was in San Antonio's Humana Women's hospital being induced. Logan was born mid afternoon, and we were on our way home from the hospital before she was even 24 hrs old. In fact, I stood in the front yard and watched fireworks over Randolph AFB on the evening of the 4th. I think to this day, she likes to believe that the fireworks are in celebration of her birth. I like to think so too. Happy Birthday my little Loganberry.

Brooks Braunstein

Congrats to my friend Gretchen, husband Aaron and son Graham. They welcomed a precious new addition to their family this weekend. Brooks, such a cute name.

Mud Wrestling

I know Jim and Helen Warnica will never believe that I haven't really ever mud-wrestled, but I haven't, really. Well there was that one time...at Phi Chi Phandango..
I thought they would get a kick outta this photo of me and my grand buscuit playing in her sand box. She was helping Paul (Popo) water.. and just accidentally filled up the sandbox. It's good ole red sand like Grammy used to play in. So we stripped off the pink polkadots, and dove in. I hope I haven't started something.