Keeping old Tools for Good Memories

Just because the handles or parts of any kind get broken with my old tools, don't mean they have to be thrown away. Pam (my daughter) has found a friend that will put them together as a fun thing so they can be kept forever. This is one of my little tool friends that will remind me of all the work they helped me with in my little corner of the world sense 1989.

I went out to take a picture of my cactus in bloom and found my kids resting together so took their picture also. I'm so happy all my loving animals get along and are happy with each other

This is one of my memories of the LoneStar Cememt plant that I worked at for 14 years.  After part of the plant was updated in the 80's, Streater, one of the bosses gave this to me.   It is one of my dearest memories of my work time at the plant.  OLD, made in the early 1900's but was made in the times when things were made to last.  It will last forever.  It now is retired and don't have to work hard any more.  Just stands proud and holds flowers.

                                      My neighbor Norma and I went up to see the water
                                         being let out of the lake due to the heavy rains.
                                                                March 19, 2011
    

VW Back earning her keep. YEAaaaa

The little truck was having problems to where I put it on non-op for a few months.  With spring on its way I needed it for the garden work so decided to see if I could find the trouble.  Bought a new battery and Glen put it in for me and came to tell me it started up like a little trooper right away.  BOY, am I a happy camper again.  LOVE my little truck!  It is low to the ground which makes it easy to load and unload any thing I need.  It is full of good soil here waiting for me to use in my garden areas. I shoveled it out of Glen's truck you see in the background so I could drive it close to area's I want the soil.  Glen's truck is too big to get close to some places.

Preparing for a Red Hat Fun Time

OH NO, Another new project. My sister is the mom of a Red Hat Ladies group. She called me and invited me to go on a Historical Tour of our town. Now I have Never joined a group of women like this but decided it would be fun. Only problem I am really a nut about matching colors and when I think of mixing red and purple it makes me shiver. I have made up my mind to be a sport and go for it but can't go out and buy some expensive purple shirt and red hat for the one time occasion. SOOo Hit my favorite thrift shops and found a Red hat, Purple blouse and a gorgous scarf to go with the blouse. This hat isn't really a good hat to show class so will be doing some revanping on it and add some flowers and do what ever to make it come up to standard of what I feel it should look like.
GADS How do I get into these challenges?

When my daughter Pam brought the four kittens to me crying that they were going to be killed because no one wanted to try to keep them alive. Someone had thrown them in a trash been before their eyes were open. I wasn't too happy with her for bringing this challange to me. I used an eyedropper for the first two days every 2 hours around the clock. Then went to doll baby bottle till they could be taught to drink from a bowl. All the work and worry were more than worth the work. This little only boy of the litter is now the love of my life. They came to me at a time I was needing a reason to think life was good. I now know they were one of the best things that was ever given to me. Boots here is the love of my life and I seem to be his. He is with me all the time regardless if I'm in the house or outside working the garden area or what ever needs work. I love him so very much even though till now I had never been a real cat lover. Strange how life happenings can change a persons ideas of what is inportant.