Are they plotting against me? Or am I paranoid?

I found this picture on my camera... but I didn't take it.

And I think the lump under the covers is me.

???

I am the only one who ever takes pictures at my house, unless I had the camera over and give instructions to take pictures with me in them.

Are my boys plotting something against me?

Using the few extra minutes I stay in bed when they leave for school/work as some kind of blackmail? Hmmm... I wouldn't put it past them.

But they could have just thought the pups looked cute in bed.

Hmmmm. should I be worried? Or am I just being paranoid?

I guess I will keep an eye out... just in case.

Going to Heaven...

My Father in Law lost his battle against cancer yesterday afternoon.

He had not lived an easy life, he went through many trials, and I think he endured them all because he was a strong and stubborn man, but he had a Big Ol' Heart!

He didn't always know how to show that tender heart of his, but I know he loved his children. He told me many times, and I could always feel how proud he was of each of them, when he talked about them. I think he was even proud that some of them were just as stubborn as him, it meant they were just like him, and I think he got a kick out of that.

He had the ability to see you for just who you were, and he would tell you.

He wasn't one to tippy toe around things, he said what he meant, and he meant what he said.

I was surprised to learn he would have such a high tolerance for the pain he endured. I always thought he masked his pain, because he didn't have much tolerance for it. But in his battle against cancer, he was in a great deal of pain at times, and you would never ever know. He never complained or led on to being much more than a little uncomfortable. I guess that surprised me, but because he was so strong and stubborn, I guess it made him pretty tough too.

He loved music! He would sing and had a full deep voice, he sounded like Johnny Cash when he would sing. He played bass guitar, and I never saw him smile, chuckle or fill up with joy any more than when he was making music with his son. They would play until their fingers ached because, it was always "one more song"... just "one more"... it was hard to quit once they got to jamming together.

I am so grateful for my faith, and it is so comforting to know we can be together again in Heaven. It really helps me understand, and have peace in my heart through difficult times of death. I know it should be more of a celebration than sorrowful mourning.

Leon Capps... we will miss you here on earth. But I know it is a grand reunion in Heaven for your good parents to see you and to reunite with your family again!

Until we meet again...

SPT ~ Self Portrait Tuesday ~ Welcome Home...

SPT ~ Welcome Home

This weeks challenge: If I came to visit you next week, how would I know which doorbell to ring? Do you have a formal entrance? Should I come to the front door? Or do you prefer your guests to come around back?

We have 3 doors into our house, but the front door is the only logical option.

The garage, HA HA HA... just stays on our long list of things that continuously need help.

The back door, is a slider that gets lots and lots of use... but mostly by and with our dogs.

The front door is where we enter, and receive our guests.

I posted last week about our entrance when I was pulling out the Easter decorations... and while reading other posts on this weeks challenge, I found someone who is brave enough to hang the beautiful egg wreath on her door here. I have just got to learn to let my hair down!

Something you may already know if you have been a guest in our home, is that we have a "welcoming committee". Not for the squeamish, but we love them. And I just dare you to try and sneak past them, or my squeaky door (another item on the long list of "things that continually need help"... I have 4 really squeaky doors inside my house. BTW, this list is only in my head, I don't really write these things down).

Taylors 1st trip to the lake...

The dogs were getting cabin fever, begging for play time,

starring to go outside... ALL THE TIME,
acting like couped up little pests...
so we took them to the lake for a quick swim.

Everyone loaded up in the car... Rudy 1st! He loves to go for a ride!!
It was Taylors 1st trip to the lake swimming. She loves the water so much, we knew she would be a natural. And she went right in. Not like Morgan who took 3-4 trips before we felt like we weren't going to have to jump in and save her. Taylor had all the confindence in the world.

Swimming like a champ....

Even fetching and bringing it back at 4 months old... we are so proud of her....

But it was pretty cold, and not too much sun to warm her up. So she quickly learned if she waited by the edge of the water, Morgan would bring back the toy to her.... shivering and shaking, she would wait by the edge of the water.

A good time was had by all, and they slept like logs all the way home, they were pooped out....

You can't see her shiney little eyes because they are closed tight... let sleeping dogs lie.