Random weekend Stuff

Just a random photo from our trip to Holly in October 2019. We stopped in Longmont because Christal and Alex were having a birthday bash for Alexis. We are excited to cook with Christal in a few weeks when Hannah and Jake come to town.  Mexican buffet ! Y U M M Y !

I am not terribly fond of these massive trees in my yard but I do love the cross that forms on top of them.

I love baseball but not a fan that the MLB is now jumping on the political correctness wagon too.     U G H ! It is weird watching games with these cardboard cutouts of fans. Yes, I already know "W" and his wife are Texas Ranger fans but Good Gracious, must I be subjected to their glaring faces while trying to watch a game. Not a fan of globalists! Leave politics out of sports. I think many fans are jumping off the wagon themselves. We want baseball not politics. Choose a career! The ship has already sailed for the NFL. People want good clean fun in sports not your political opinion. Go to your state capital and sign up for a political job. Get out of sports!

During all the chaos my favorite Rockie and his wife packed up their truck and hung out their sign:

Don't even ask my opinion of the globalist who threw out the first pitch for the National's
 home opener. Don't tell me to wear a mask, say it doesn't help and not wear one yourself while sitting shoulder to shoulder with your wife and another person in the stands! You can not even pitch a ball why are you so important to sit at a game out in the fresh air? Whoever said you pitch like a girl just insulted every chick I know who would have smoked that ball into that catcher's glove! Utter nonsense in our country. Do as I say, do not do as I do! I watch baseball because I love baseball. I do not need your politics thrown in too!

Did the space ship take a wrong turn on the way to Roswell? Just asking for a friend.

That baby elephant is having a good time, skipping through life, not a care in the world. I miss times like those.

My life belongs to GOD. I don't owe the world anything but to pay my taxes.

When Jesus speaks, I listen. In fact, I woke up for a moment last night, I must have fallen asleep while praying for a friend's husband. I heard a man's voice call my name. I sat up, my hubby was fast asleep and I looked around and sank back into my pillow. If I Learned one thing from it, it is that God is always listening when we ask in Jesus name.