Jon and Randi's new website.....

Just wanted to let everyone know that we aren't going to post on this site anymore. We have a new home now!

Visit our new site at

http://www.jonandrandi.com

This is our new home on the web. We hope to add a lot of new stuff along with the new site to, things to use to pass the time.. haha..

Andrew and Madison's Christmas Program is December 16th at 7:00 pm at the Hillcrest Baptist Church.

Andrew and Madison's Christmas Program is December 16th at 7:00 pm at the Hillcrest Baptist Church. There will be a program where all kids have a part (even the babies) then snacks and finally Santa will be there for pictures...

Bring the camera's...


Heather

From Joanna ..... this am...

Hi, Just thought you would like to know Uncle Ivan is in the Parkview Hospital, in El Reno. He was admitted yesterday, after going to the Dr., again, for a bad cold that has hung on for a couple weeks. The Dr. thought it might be going into his lungs, so thought they could treat him better in the hospital. I talked to him this morning and I think he is feeling better. He thinks they will probably keep him a couple days, then he will be back home. Please keep them in your prayers.

Also, prayers for Jim & Doris. Jim is having surgery today for a carotid artery. (hope I spelled that right) He is to be at the hospital at 11:00 and guess surgery will be around 1:00 pm. Will let you know how it goes.

hummm........

If there is not joy in religion, you have got a leak in your religion.

-Billy Sunday

wow... home AGAIN!!

It finally hit me... on Tuesday night of this week how very lucky I am that my first heart attack did not cost me my life! Wow. It hit like a ton of bricks! I just simply had not idea... and now after my second time in the hospital in less than a month, I have come to realize how wonderful it is to be alive, even with the aches and pains of ole age! My brain had no concept of my close call, as I felt better than before after my stint was put in at the Tulsa Heart Hospital. I "knew" it was cool, and that I had a heart attack, but my brain was not living it! In life, I had no idea... none what so ever about what I had happen to my body. I am used to "being sick" and getting over it.. and your body tells you to take it easy, but I had no "sick" pains, none... felt better than I did in years, so I was hitting it hard, regaining the lost years... and then wham... It hit me! What happened was another long story. Why it happened the Dr. thinks is this... on my second spell... where the stint was put in, there is a small artery that branches off and it is not one of the three most important... and the stint blocked it off and my heart, not used to this one being blocked called to it... and did not receive an answer and called and called and .... pain started... I don't need it to live, but the heart (muscle) was used to calling and getting from it... I will just have to accept that I can not do as before... and will have to take it easy now. sigh...
Have been resting since, and walking small doses around our home. I have figured out it is 200 big steps or 600 feet from the center of the road in front of our home to the gate post just east of our barn. This means.. 9 times around it and I would walk a mile... not near as exciting as walking the mile one way across our property or ok... Ann... 1.4 miles one way... sigh... and and .. hahaha...
I start back with the wellness center next week, I hope.
I had all my family round me on the second trip too. How wonder it is to start the healing process with lots of family around you.
I am richly blessed... I have the best kids, in laws and grandchildren in the world, and I mean that! I am most blessed because of my wonderful loving wife, my very best friend of 33 plus years, who has stayed by my side through some very tough times... times that might even have made me leave me!! I can not hardly type this for the tears... she is my rock. She is my life and I love her very very much, my Ann! Thanks for standing by me. For loving me! for being my best friend!
Well, recovering now... today is the day we picked to celebrate one of the best holidays around.. the day of Thanksgiving. And we are very thankful of all the many blessings we have been given and give praise to God for those and all of the wonderful things to come. We are richly ... very richly blessed!
Some of the things we are very thankful for... Jake is in welding school, has completely changed his life, is working towards the goal of becoming a commercial welder. He has an A average in his class at Meridian technology Center in Stillwater. He has become a rock that Ann and I can lean on... Heather, inspite of all she went through, is alive and back to work and doing quite well! We didn't lose her, nor did we lose Madison Ann... Paul is getting to work days not including weekends starting in a month or so, and has already got his deer this year! Tammy is working on her teaching certificate, and is really doing quite well, and is almost done. She is a super mom to Austyn, who is, it seems, setting milestones every day! From staying with friends, to his art, to his discovery of the things we take forgranted everyday! And Andrew is almost 21 at the rip ole age of 3! His way of putting things he views in his world is matched only by the best broadcasters in the world! His love for his sister is unmatched. Randi is being another super mom to Kailtyn. She started her new job as office manager in Ada is loving it. Kaitlyn came up and her and I fell asleep on the couch one afternoon not long ago... and that was the coolest thing ... wow.. She is "running" everywhere, and will be wanting the keys to car before long... and Jon is doing well, has become a college man again. He has enrolled and will be finishing up his degree before long. He is moving up the "food chain" at his office, and is now in a management position, and is enjoying it.
Phillip is still with Rains and is helping ship goods all over the USA! He is still doing his pottery, and has several folks who are wanting him to do brick work on the side. His artist side has become quite well known in the community... and his work is known for being right, well done, and his gift as an artist shines through, so those who want only the best are chasing him...
Goodness WE ARE RICHLY BLESSED this holiday season....

We had hoped to celebrate with Uncle Ivan and Aunt Freda Moffat of El Reno, but Uncle Ivan has a cold and can not make it up. We will miss you all.

Got a wonderful call from Ward and Melanie, Ann's brother and sister in law in Florida. They are doing well.

Life is precious... enjoy!

'My Father Was a Wildfire'

The only son of Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash talks about his parents' faith, their relationship, and their musical legacy.
Interview by David Caldwell

John Carter Cash is the executive producer of "Walk the Line," a movie opening Friday that recounts the sometimes tempestuous and ultimately triumphant love story of his parents, the singers Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash.

It quickly becomes evident from talking to John Carter Cash, 35, the couple's only child together, that in making the film he was seeing through the final wishes of his parents, who died within four months of each other in 2003. Cash, who lives near Nashville and is a music producer, got Joaquin Phoenix to play his father and Reese Witherspoon to play his mother----just as his parents wanted. Cash spoke with Beliefnet about his parents' life together, especially about the unshakable faith that helped them through hard times and became the bedrock for their marriage--as well as his life.

Do you think it's a film a lot of people will enjoy?

Yes, I do. I think people will love it. My parents had a vision for a movie about this that, first of all, told the story of their love affair, their life together, and their early relationship--how they made it through their struggles, how they got together and stayed together. The film succeeds at that greatly. My father and mother both OKed Joaquin and Reese for the parts and were both very positive about Joaquin and Reese doing their own singing. I believe this film stays true to the vision that my parents had. It's a movie about their love and their life, and they set it all up. It was theirs all the way.

How much does the movie deal with their faith?

My mother's faith becomes very evident in watching the film--her strength in God. The film deals with my father growing up as a young man and his struggles. My father resoundingly professed his faith in God later. It becomes evident early in the film how my father wanted to have faith in the Gospel. But the major focus in the film is their love affair. It's not really a film about their faith. The point where the film stops off is the point where my father truly begins to seek out Christianity. The point where he started is where the film ends. My parents' number-one goal was to have a movie about their life, and how their love helped them come together. I believe we've done that.

There is not a lot of attention paid to his recovery from addiction. Was that on purpose?

Really, the movie ends where he's beginning to clear up. There isn't much focus on his recovery.

You have a strong faith. How much of that do you owe to your parents?

My father told me early on about having a life in God. Their faith was the light of their life. They always professed it--their faith and their relationship with Christ. I learned by example, from watching them get through their struggles. They'd always come back to their faith. My father and mother were together because of their faith.

Through all of my father's struggles--which are evident in the film--the audience can see that faith in God would help to provide him with truth, vision, and direction. So faith was always very important to me. I think early on in life maybe, as so many people do, I rebelled against one thing or another--whether it be music, whether it be the freedom that comes from the relationship with God. I had to go through my own struggles to find my relationship with God. That relationship that I've built has been a result of my own struggles. Sometimes, you find peace through misery. Having said that, what's most important for me to do now is to keep my peace. And the way I do that is through prayer and a life with God.


"Nobody could save him from anything."

Your half-sister, Kathy, was interviewed a week ago by the Nashville Tennessean after members of the family watched an advance screening of the film. She said she walked out of the film five times because she thought her mother, Vivian Liberto Distin, was treated poorly. Is it hard when you're making a film like this to make everybody happy?

Well, what we have is a story about the formation of a relationship--a strong relationship. My father was a wildfire. Really. Nobody could save him from anything. His family turned away from him, and he broke up with his first wife. It just happened to be that when he was going to get back up on his feet, my mother was there. The movie is not about his relationship with Vivian [who died earlier this year]. That was never my father's intention, or my mother's, to have a movie about their life before they met. What they wanted was a movie about their love, about their life together with God. However anybody feels--how I feel, or how my sister feels or whatever--I still stand strong and true and firmly that this is the movie that my parents together would have made. That's all that matters to me.

You've produced an album, "Home to You," by the Peasall Sisters, the girls who became famous in the film, "O Brother, Where Art Thou?," singing the kind of music your mother loved. How did that all come about?

One of the girls, Leah, took fiddle lessons from my wife, Laura, for a long time. I got to know her and them through my wife's relationship. I got to be friends with all of them. Got together in the studio with them and did some demos and sought out a record deal with them. My mother--when she first saw "O Brother, Where Art Thou?"--she was exuberant when she heard those little girls. They were singing the songs that she was singing when she was a little girl with her sisters. And she said, "My God. That's me, Helen and Anita up there." She was very excited about their music. That's really when I first got to know them. I was connected with them in many ways early on through my mother's music and the songs that they'd sing. It made great sense to work together. It's very traditional music. It's the real thing.

Do you think there was a heightened interest in your mother's music, and bluegrass music in general, after "O Brother, Where Art Thou?"

It reawakened people who were interested in "old-timey" music, the roots of bluegrass music. Where does bluegrass music come from? All the songs in "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" are pre-bluegrass. There were a lot of bluegrass musicians out there starting their careers in the 1930s and 1940s who grew up listening to the Carter family. That's the roots of the music. There's a June Carter Cash box set on Legacy Records. There's a lot of music out there spanning her career. I'm glad her music is out there. It means a lot.

You're involved now with an album called "Voice of the Spirit." Is that music similar to your mother's?

"Voice of the Spirit" was a project I'd been talking about for a long time. It began as an Appalachian record. But it's a record of all pure Southern gospel. I got a bunch of different artists together and did all of it here in Nashville. Good friends making good music. They're all brand-new recordings, but they're old songs I've found in various places, including Carter Family songs.

Today's Quote

Forever on Thanksgiving Day
The heart will find the pathway home.


-Wilbur D. Nesbit

Uncle Ivan sends along this ditty... PAUL HARVEY AND PRAYER...

Paul Harvey and Prayer




Paul Harvey says:

I don't believe in Santa Claus, but I'm not going to sue somebody for singing a Ho-Ho-Ho song in December. I don't agree with Darwin, but I didn't go out and hire a lawyer when my high school teacher taught his theory of evolution.

Life, liberty or your pursuit of happiness will not be
endangered because someone says a 30-second prayer before a football game.

So what's the big deal? It's not like somebody is up there reading the entire book of Acts. They're just talking to a God they believe in and asking him to grant safety to the players on the field and the fans going home from the game.

"But it's a Christian prayer," some will argue.

Yes, and this is the United States of America, a country founded on Christian principles. According to our very own phone book, Christian churches outnumber all others better than 200-to-1. So what would you expect-somebody chanting Hare Krishna?

If I went to a football game in Jerusalem,
I would expect to hear a Jewish prayer.


If I went to a soccer game in Baghdad,
I would expect to hear a Muslim prayer.


If I went to a ping pong match in China,
I would expect to hear someone pray to Buddha.


And I wouldn't be offended.
It wouldn't bother me one bit.
When in Rome...

"But what about the atheists?" is another argument.

What about them?
Nobody is asking them to be baptized. We're not going to pass the collection plate. Just humor us for 30 seconds. If that's asking too much, bring a Walkman or a pair of ear plugs. Go to the bathroom. Visit the concession stand.
Call your lawyer!

Unfortunately, one or two will make that call. One or
two will tell thousands what they can and cannot do.
I don't think a short prayer at a football game is
going to shake the world's foundations.

Christians are just sick and tired of turning the other
cheek while our courts strip us of all our rights. Our
parents and grandparents taught us to pray before
eating; to pray before we go to sleep.

Our Bible tells us to pray without ceasing. Now a
handful of people and their lawyers are telling us
to cease praying.

God, help us.
And if that last sentence offends you,
well ... just sue me.

The silent majority has been silent too long. It's time we let that one or two who scream loud enough to be heard .... that the vast majority don't care what they want. It is time the majority rules! It's time we tell them, you don't have to pray; you don't have to say the pledge of allegiance; you don't have to believe in God or attend services that honor Him. That is your right, and we will honor your right. But by golly, you are no longer going to take our rights away. We are fighting back .
and we WILL WIN!

God bless us one and all .. especially those who denounce Him. God bless America, despite all her faults. She is still the greatest nation of all.

God bless our service men who are fighting to protect our right to pray and worship God.


May 2006 be the year the silent majority is heard
and we put God back as the foundation of our
families and institutions.

Keep looking up.

From a friend of mine.. Ronnie Attwood. hehe...

A pastor concluded that his church was getting into serious financial
troubles. While checking the church storeroom, he discovered several
cartons of new bibles that had never been opened and distributed. So at
his Sunday sermon, he asked for three volunteers from the congregation
who would be willing to sell the bibles door to door for $10 each to
raise the desperately needed money for the church.
Peter, Paul and Louie all raised their hands to volunteer for the task.
The minister knew that Peter and Paul earned their living as salesmen
and were likely capable of selling some bibles. But he had serious
doubts about Louie who was a local farmer, who had always kept to
himself because he was embarrassed by his speech impediment. Poor Louis
stuttered badly. But, not wanting to discourage Louis, the minister
decided to let him try anyway.
He sent the three of them away with the back seat of their cars stacked
with bibles. He asked them to meet with him and report the results of
their door to door selling efforts the following Sunday.
Anxious to find out how successful they were, the minister immediately
asked Peter, "Well, Peter, how did you make out selling our bibles last
week?"
Proudly handing the reverend an envelope, Peter replied, "Using my sales
prowess, I was able to sell 20 bibles, and here's the $200 I collected
on behalf of the church."
"Fine job, Peter!" The minister said, vigorously shaking his hand. "You
are indeed a fine salesman and the Church is indebted to you."
Turning to Paul, "And Paul, how many bibles did you sell for the church
last week?"
Paul, smiling and sticking out his chest, confidently replied, "I am a
professional salesman. I sold 28 bibles on behalf of the church, and
here's $280 I collected."
The minister responded, "That's absolutely splendid, Paul. You are truly
a professional salesman and the church is also indebted to you."
Apprehensively, the minister turned to Louie and said, "And Louie, did
you manage to sell any bibles last week?"
Louie silently offered the minister a large envelope. The reverend
opened it and counted the contents. "What is this?" the minister
exclaimed. "Louie, there's $3,200 in here! Are you suggesting that you
sold 320 bibles for the church, door to door, in just one week?"
Louie just nodded.
That's impossible!" both Peter and Paul said in unison. "We are
professional salesmen, yet you claim to have sold 10 times as many
bibles as we could."
"Yes, this does seem unlikely," the minister agreed. "I think you'd
better explain how you managed to accomplish this, Louie."
Louie shrugged. "I-I-I re-re-really do-do-don't kn-kn-know f-f-f-for
sh-sh-sh-sure," he stammered.
Impatiently, Peter interrupted. "For crying out loud, Louie, just tell
us."
"A-a-a-all I-I-I s-s-said wa-wa-was," Louis replied, "W-w-w-w-would
y-y-y-you l-l-l-l-l-like t-t-to b-b-b-buy th-th-th-this b-b-b-b-bible
f-f-for t-t-ten b-b-b-bucks -- o-o-o-or-- wo-wo-would yo-you j-j-j-just
l-like m-m-me t-t-to st-st-stand h-h-here and r-r-r-r-r-read it t-to
y-y-you??"

Who do you think is cutier?? haha.. we did have a great time! 

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CHARLES SCHULTZ ON LIFE !

Charles Schultz Philosophy

The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip. You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read straight through, and you'll get the point.


1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.


How did you do?
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.

Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.


Easier?
The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.

"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia." (Charles Schultz)

The girls saying goodbye with help of parents..  

Madison Ann and Paul.... having fun...  

Birthday boy unwrapping presents.. with some help from the boys... 

Heather and Madison Ann and Kailtyn Brooke 

Jon, Madison Ann and Kailtyn Brooke 

the Birthday boy Phil and family... on his big ole 36th Birthday... 

Kaitlyn studying Zoe' 

The lil' party animal and her Grandma Moffat... 

ok.. now this one is hard to explain...haha.. but Kaitlyn and her Dad do have fun!! 

Look who came up to see everyone and celebrate her Uncle Phil's 36th Birthday! She would not have missed it. She's a party animal!! 

New pictures of Kaitlyn

Hate to jump in here in the middle of dad's blog, but figured it was the fastest way to tell everyone.

I have put some new pics of Kaitlyn on our site (http://jonandrandi.blogspot.com). Some of them are just funny pics and then some from her first birthday and Halloween.

Just some FYI also, I finally got my letter turned into ECU here in Ada to try and get back into school. So hopefully I will know something in a couple of weeks. It is weird, but I'm sort of looking forward to going back to school.... Never thought I would hear myself think that.. lol

See all you folks in Stillwater on Saturday!

Amazing how time moves ..... another I remember when story...

We lived at Yukon on the Mulvey place from 1954 to Sept. 01, 1960 on a quarter section south of Yukon where now is located Mulvey Park. We had a big lake on it and the dairy cows loved the land. Lots of creeks to play in and on the lake was a wooden bridge across one section and in the middle was a cabin with a cool screened in porch and huge fireplace. It was owned by the Martin Mulvey family, and one of their sons, my age, has become one of Stillwater's premiere home builders... Mike Mulvey. Anyway... I am doing this from memory... with out actual facts in front of me... We probably lived there about 6 years.. moving from the Horn place south east of Yukon where we lived for about 4 years or so... My grandparents, Jake and Maude Siegrist, lived on the 172 acres just to east of us on Chez Hall Road. My granddad loved to fish and he could easily walk to the big lake on our dairy farm... bout a quarter mile... but I got side tracked...

A Doctor in Yukon was related to the Mulveys.. his name was Goodnight. He flew a small plane and was a big OSU fan. He would fly to Stillwater and land on the old airstrip that is now our farm here, and would always tell us about it after he found at that the folks bought the half section south of it.. the Kastl farm. He was an Elk and would host parties at the cabin on the lake.
And usually on Sunday morning, after one of his parties... our cows would be slower to come in to the barn, slower eating.. and ready to head back to the cabin area... after a few of these times... Grandpa Moffat and I followed the cows back down to the cabin area and saw the milk cows going straight to a 12' diameter water trough that Dr. Goodnight had behind the cabin... I mean the cows went staight for it... so we walked up to it and looked down and it was full of beer cans.. and in the bottom was some of the beer from the cans and the cows loved it... We laughed, and I can still remember Grandma asking Dr. to please empty out their beer cans before they threw them in the trough.. it was funny ... Grandma said we probably had the only Drunk Milk Cows on Sunday mornings in the county!!!
Now... here is a ditty.. .the very reason for my writing this... After we moved to Stillwater and milked on the East place for about two years we built a barn on Western and moved there. This song was recorded in 1969, Moffett, Oklahoma by Charlie Walker (Charlie's best song, Pick me up on your way down), and it was a tune that KRMG played on the radio and Grandpa Moffat always listened to it for news, etc while eating breakfast and heading to milk barn. An old disk jockey named Marvin McCullough was always wound up and joking around and loved western swing music, including Bob Wills of Tulsa and Hank Thompsen too. And one Sunday morning, Grandpa Moffat was remembering the cow incident... and Marvin played this tune on the radio and Grandpa heard it in the milk barn. It got so still you could hear a pin drop. Grandpa was listening to the song about Moffett OK and then he got really mad... Here we had "drunk cows" at Yukon 10 years before and Doc laughing at us along with friends and neighbors, and the song about a town named after us was nothing but a honky tonk, etc.. you can take it from there.... so for the family.. enjoy this tune... haha....

Today's Quote

In prosperity, our friends know us; in adversity, we know our friends.

-John Churton Collins

more on the attack.... part two

As the copter crew got me ready at Stillwater Municipal Hospital ER... I joked.. yelp you know me.. with them about their uniforms... and how they looked like twinkies... and the nice nurse assisting me said that if I thought they looked funny I should see the pilot.. who incidentally met us at the door to head up the second floor helipad .... cuz he had a tooth missing and no hair and one eye that he could see about half vision with.. well, that made me feel better.. but instead of all that, he was only about 4'11" tall... but he assured me he could see out the windshield... haha.... they zipped me into an insulated body bag..(now that made me feel GREAT!). At least it matched their uniforms and the copter... and loaded me in the back of the craft like I was a tool box... as we went up the ramp, my chest was really hurting... and it was hard to breath, but I didn't want to bother anyone so I kept quite and waved two floors down to all the family gathered... below. After everyone got on board, we lifted off and headed the bus to Tulsa. One reason they wanted me on the copter was .. the ground trip would be very rough... well,, folks, if you have never been in a small craft, plane or copter on a warm fall day.. it is just like being on a bus with NO springs.. my goodness the thermals were bad, but the crew were used to it... and with the chest pain coming and going at about 10 min intervals, I just wanted to get somewhere where they could fix me up... and after about 30 mins at about 2000 feet.. we landed in Tulsa at the St. Francis Heart Hospital. I was stoked... finally I would be able to get some help.. It was a 30 min flight to east side of Tulsa, and we landed.. they got me out and wheeled me into the hospital... and I just knew there would be lots of "specialist" waiting on me.. Drs to help me, nurses all over me cuz this was their speciality.. but boy was I wrong.. haha.... the crew headed into the hospital and no one.. not one person met us, or questioned us.. not one.. we saw NO one... the doors in some of the rooms were open and no one was in them... and we saw no one and now I am wondering just how new this hospital was.. after we got to the second floor and at the nurses station there, did we finally find someone to assist us.. and my room was right there! After they took me out of the body bag and moved me into bed... the nurses asked me if we did the paper work on way up.. the crew and I looked at them and assured them that we did not and that NO one met us.. or questioned us... and the nurses were alarmed.. bad security breach I quess.... hahaha.. but anyway.... I made it to the bed, told the pilot he might hang around and in a bit when Ann got there with our cash, I would pay him to fly me home... haha... The nurse on board was great.. her husband was a "want to be" welder and farmer among other things.. and she was a bit on the heavy side.. but she handled me like I was something that might break... after about an hour and half the family arrived, and I was still having pains, but figured it was the place to be if they got worse... Mom told me about her and Marilyn and Tammy being at the OSU girls basketball game and how the announcer asked that "Tammy Moffat" call her husbands cell phone.. as the game started... Jake called Heather and Phil .. since we were setting home talking about me needing to go and Jake was there. He went to get his hair cut at Studio E and we headed to Dr. I am not sure how he found out we were in the ER in Stillwater as we headed to the Drs office ... and ended up there... but one thing I do know, it's awesome having such as wonderful family as I have... Again, I am richly blessed... more later...

Well, I did it..

Yelp... walked two (2) miles this am in 40 mins. Wow.. a personal best since the ole ticker attack! I am pooped!! and tired too! Feeling better and getting some of my strength back. It's amazing how much better I feel after the work on my heart. Guess that is one organ one needs to take care of... those of you who know me know I learn best from being hit on the head with a two by four!! So maybe I have, not sure, but I think so... haha... I go to the Wellness Center on the OSU campus Friday morning to see about my health, and for them to work with me to get me going again. Ann has helped bunches with her awesome cooking and changing things up for us so the portions are smaller.. and those of you again who know me KNOW eating is MY fav thing to do..... so this is quite a change.... for me and family. Jake is losing weight too and looking really good.. reminds me of someone I used to know, haha LONG TIME AGO...
Heather is losing weight too.. and family is doing good. Phil and Tammy celebrated his 36th birthday in Ft. Worth at the Texas Motor Speedway Sat and Sun with VIP passes to pit and everywhere. They were seated on the Finish Line!! How cool. Neat way to remember 36th. Jon and family are coming up this weekend.. I am stoked about that... love seeing Kaitlyn and her folks too.... hehe...
later.. just wanted to brag on my walk... Got to keep up with Aunt Freda who does this on a regular basis!!!

Enjoy... Red Skelton's Pledge of Allegiance

Red Skelton's Pledge to the Flag... a must hear if you never have. We lived at Yukon on Mulvey Park as it's known today... when Red gave this on his show. I always got to watch the first 30 mins of his hour how, as it started at 7:30pm and bed time was at 8pm SHARP!

IF MY BODY WERE A CAR - from Uncle Ivan...

IF MY BODY WERE A CAR

If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about
trading it in for a newer model.

I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish and my paint job is
getting a little dull, but that's not the worst of it.

My fenders are too wide to be considered stylish. They were once as
sleek as a little MG; now they look more like an old Buick.

My seat cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are sagging.
Seat belts? I gave up all belts when Krispy Cremes opened a shop in my
neighborhood.

Air bag's? Forget it. The only bags I have these days are under my
eyes. Not counting the saddlebags, of course.

I have soooooo many miles on my odometer. Sure, I've been many places
and seen many things, but when's the last time an appraiser factored
life experiences against depreciation?

My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up
close.

My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and
skid and bump into things even in the best of weather.

My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins.
It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed.
My fuel rate burns inefficiently.


But here's the worst of it - almost every time I sneeze, cough or
sputter..... either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires!!!!

A bumper sticker for both parties - from Uncle Ivan...

BI-PARTISAN BUMPER STICKER







At last.... A bumper sticker for both parties. FINALLY, someone has come out with a 100% bipartisan political bumper sticker. The hottest selling bumper sticker comes from New York State:



"2008 - RUN HILLARY RUN"



Democrats put it on the rear bumper.



Republicans put it on the front bumper.

A very big thank you too all the family who gathered round...

A very big thank you goes out to all my family for gathering round me during my recent heart attack. Life goes on... and I know, as I knew before, the most precious thing I have on the face of this earth is my family.... I am so very blessed.
Thanks to the Aunt's and Uncle's and Cousin's for cards and calls and flowers and letters and thoughts and prayers..... and my kids for ALWAYS being there for me... and especially to the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the lady I love so very much, my Ann for loving me and staying by my side.... I feel much better than before, and walked about a mile and three fourths this am... so things are getting back to normal... again, thanks to everyone for everything... S

Today's Quote

Today's Quote

I have a 'Play The Melody' philosophy. It means don't over-arrange, don't make life difficult. Just play the melody—and do it the simplest way possible.

-Jackie Gleason

Oh my, where do I start... been thinking 'bout this all day long...

perhaps..... a simple thank you, or a GIANT THANK YOU, OR.... a thank you all so much.. would be in order.. but then... it needs to be much much more...

What a fast and furious time since Friday night at 8pm. wow!!!

Seems Ann and I had a wonderful dinner Friday night and we were settling into our usual tv time together... and about 8pm, I experienced a very "funny" feeling in my chest. It was as if someone had placed a two by four on it across the top of it and then set down on it. I could not get my breath... and I didn't want to worry anyone, so I got up and walked outside.. and walked around the yard some.. then I decided maybe I needed to run.. and so I jogged about 5 times around it... and the pain seemed to ease a bit and I had no sharp pains in either arm so I "KNEW" it was not my heart... next I noticed I was breathing by could not get my breath... no matter how hard I breathed, I seemed to need more... so... after about 30 mins of this.. I went back into the house and let Ann know I might be having a bit of a problem. She suggested that the awesome peppered cheese we had might have caused some indigestion so I starting eating some Tums... and seemed to get a bit of relief... but the pain was still there, so ... I retired to the bedroom and tried to lay down.. but tossed and turned and could not get comfortable... and took some asprin as I usually do... then I remembered the pain I was experiencing was a bit like some other times over the last 6 weeks to two months. Jake and I were loading some calves and I could not get my breath.. (too fat... I know...) and other times but didn't last like this was.. so I sort of told Ann I was better.. at bedtime and I know she didn't believe me.. and she tossed and turned along with me... and offered to take me to the emergency room.. yet I knew I didn't need to go... so.. 'bout 4AM I started really hurting.. and got up and took 4 asprins... couple of moltrin, and several tylinol... farmer deal, if a little helps, you throw lots at it.. haha.. and I managed to fall asleep in numbness about 5am.. for about 3 hours.. then we got up, still hurting.. and ate breakfast, showered and then decided about 9ish to head to Doctor in Stillwater, and upon arrival, he said.. "we will tear up this little ole form, and play like you were never here and get to the hospital ER." And away we went..... to the ER at Stillwater Municipal Hospital arriving about 10ish... and we got right in, seems that chest pains get in first of line... and they started drawing blood, etc.. and drew and drew... and all of a sudden to Ann and I's amazement, there stood Paul... in the doorway... I never expected anyone to be there but Ann and I... and as the morning turned to afternoon... the whole family less Jonathan's... who live in Roff.. where at the helipad to see the copter come in and and take me to Tulsa... more later...

From Melanie and Ward.. enjoy.. and keep it mind... God DOES answer prayer...haha...