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Three boys, one dog, one chinchilla…Sometimes, you just have to STOP…and Count To Ten.

I do LOVE a challenge…


and I’m taking one the ENTIRE month of May!  It isn’t about a diet, exercise program, or promise to shave my legs everyday.  It’s about a challenge to write…really write.  Sometimes…ok, ALL THE TIME, I get too busy with life to just sit back and enjoy what I love to do…write.

The prompt for today is:  What is your favorite memory from childhood?

It would have to be my grandparents….



My mom’s parents lived about three hours from our house…but, that didn’t stop us from always taking road trips to visit them.  This is just a portion of the “farm” that grand-daddy would work at diligently every summer (and we would be enlisted to help if there was work to do).  I think I’m a “city” girl…but, this girl knows how to shuck corn, snap peas, and walk through a muddy garden looking for cucumbers that are ready to pick!



How can you NOT smile when you see this sweet man??  This is my grand-daddy Joe.  I’m named after him and my grandma Cat (Catherine)… (yes…my name is Kathy Jo)….would you expect anything less from a true southern girl??

I can remember my granddad would take the blades off riding lawn mowers and let us (the kids) drive them around his house.  One day, I just begged and pleaded to drive a new one he’d made.  My boy cousins wanted to drive too, but I GOT to drive first.  With my face beaming from side to side…I ran straight into a TREE..and crashed the poor mower.  Those cousins of mine were so darn mad.  I can’t remember how long it took for them to get over that one!


This is Grandma Cat rocking our little Isaac.  I can remember her rocking all of us…and our kids…and one day, she’ll be rocking my grandkids!  There isn’t a better example of love than these grandparents and the unrelenting love they have for their kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids.

I can only hope to be as loving, caring, and giving as they are and have been.