This is a happy boy. He is holding a cone from one of the pup's. Loki and Thor went to the vet on Thursday and were neutered. Not happy about it and hating to wear their cones. The kids give them a break when we are there to watch them. They have to heal and than they can shed their cone collars.
This boy loves to laugh and have a good time.
This boy is so much like his daddy. It is fun watching him grow.
Silly boy loves this crazy hat!
This kid makes me laugh whenever he is around. He can bring a smile to your face quickly.
HaHaHa! My neighbors are pretty straight laced. We don't see the police hanging around our street very much. But this is so cute. Made me smile. Stop by Aw....Mondays and visit Sandee and the crew. There will be smiles, I guarantee it.
Some humor while thinking about Springtime hovering just around the corner.
Spring and Summer is on my mind. Love is...the riches harvest of all.
Baseball season is here. Yesterday the adopted daughter of Babe Ruth passed away. She was 102. Her name was Julia Ruth Stevens. She called him "daddy" until she passed away. Her memories of the Babe, the Sultan of Swat, the Great Bambino were much different than those portrayed by the mainstream media. She said he was a good father and loved to cook huge family breakfasts. She also had good memories of him decorating the Christmas tree. I thought she was worth a mention because she was a remarkable woman who kept her father's memory alive until the end of her life. RIP Julia.
August 8, 1982. I watched this baseball game on television with my father. We were not Red Sox fans but that day my father and I saw with our own eyes what kind of man Jim Rice was. He was a left fielder and a designated hitter for the Boston Red Sox team where he spent his entire 16 year career. On this day Jim sprinted out of the dugout and on to the field to run this small boy into the dugout. The child had been hit by a foul ball. Jim heard that horrible sound of the ball hitting the child. He knew it would take several minutes for the EMT's to get into the park so he scooped up the boy and took him into the dugout where he received immediate medical attention. Jim Rice was a hero that day. The young boy survived his injury due to the quick thinking of Jim Rice. When asked why he did what he did , he said he thought about his own child and just knew it was the right thing to do. Jim Rice was a true hero. He was good ballplayer. He played in an era when big money and bigger contracts weren't around. He will always be a hero in my book. My how times have changed.
I sure love baseball and I feel like this too.
Enjoy your week.
This boy loves to laugh and have a good time.
This boy is so much like his daddy. It is fun watching him grow.
Silly boy loves this crazy hat!
This kid makes me laugh whenever he is around. He can bring a smile to your face quickly.
HaHaHa! My neighbors are pretty straight laced. We don't see the police hanging around our street very much. But this is so cute. Made me smile. Stop by Aw....Mondays and visit Sandee and the crew. There will be smiles, I guarantee it.
Some humor while thinking about Springtime hovering just around the corner.
Spring and Summer is on my mind. Love is...the riches harvest of all.
Baseball season is here. Yesterday the adopted daughter of Babe Ruth passed away. She was 102. Her name was Julia Ruth Stevens. She called him "daddy" until she passed away. Her memories of the Babe, the Sultan of Swat, the Great Bambino were much different than those portrayed by the mainstream media. She said he was a good father and loved to cook huge family breakfasts. She also had good memories of him decorating the Christmas tree. I thought she was worth a mention because she was a remarkable woman who kept her father's memory alive until the end of her life. RIP Julia.
August 8, 1982. I watched this baseball game on television with my father. We were not Red Sox fans but that day my father and I saw with our own eyes what kind of man Jim Rice was. He was a left fielder and a designated hitter for the Boston Red Sox team where he spent his entire 16 year career. On this day Jim sprinted out of the dugout and on to the field to run this small boy into the dugout. The child had been hit by a foul ball. Jim heard that horrible sound of the ball hitting the child. He knew it would take several minutes for the EMT's to get into the park so he scooped up the boy and took him into the dugout where he received immediate medical attention. Jim Rice was a hero that day. The young boy survived his injury due to the quick thinking of Jim Rice. When asked why he did what he did , he said he thought about his own child and just knew it was the right thing to do. Jim Rice was a true hero. He was good ballplayer. He played in an era when big money and bigger contracts weren't around. He will always be a hero in my book. My how times have changed.
I sure love baseball and I feel like this too.
Enjoy your week.
































