GOLF 101...

Living on the golf course we get a lot of golf balls in our yard.

Santa came close to getting popped several times.  "Where are they

coming from?" he asked.  The best way to explain was to take him

to the Country Club to see for himself.

Just so happens there was a tournament that day.

Hmm...  Golf carts...

Is this for me???

Is this for me too???

FORE...What???

"Hey fellas, thanks for a great round of golf."

"How about a few brewskis, and I'm buying."

( Product Placement )

2013

FLOWER POWER

You don't have to have a green thumb when you've got a red glove.

Gardening is hard work, but isn't it worth it?

SUMMER IS HERE...

2013

FATHER'S DAY

This Sunday is Father's Day and I wanted to share it with Santa.

I thought this would be something special for both of us to visit the

 family that we both shared.  The cemetery in Jonesboro is the resting

 place for our family.  I've been there many times throughout the years

 for different reasons. One of my fondest memories is aboutNannie's

 trunk.  No matter what the occasion Nannie was always prepared

 with a trunk full of silk flowers, styrofoam, whatever was needed

 to spruce up the family plot.  Then Nannie, Mama, and I would

 go to Butch's for lunch. 

 Another memory is how my grandfather thought it would be a

great idea to cover the plot with cement to act as a weed block.

The down side was that it was so thick they had to jack hammer

to get anyone else into their designated spot.  The weeds came

anyway.  

My personal memory happened on the day of Daddy's burial.

After everyone left, I hung around to watch them lower him.

They were about to lower the lid onto the vault, when I noticed

that they had misspelled EMBREY.  It was spelled EMBERY.

There was no way I was going to let this happen.  Short story,

they changed it.  I think Daddy would have been happy.

MACK EMBREY

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

2013

FROM ME AND SANTA

THE GIRLS...

Having four dogs really limits the amount of visitors we have.  

You either like dogs or you don't.  When we come home, Cassie,

one of the "girls", likes to jump up to greet you.  We love it...

even though we know it is not  a good thing.  Coco, on the other 

hand is pretty laid back.  Except for the delivery people.  With 

four dogs all hell breaks loose.  They've been trained to deliver

through the garage, where there is more than one door between

us and the "bad, bad, pizza man".  Wasted money for the PetSmart

obedience 6 week class for both girls.  Seventy dollars down the

drain for a home one on one training.  Compounded by the

constant reminder from our neighbor that we should get our

money back and move to the country.  Well, too bad!

They're our "girls", and after all, they are Shelties and

we love them for it.

ARF!   ARF!

2013