Thursday, September 22, 2011

Sick Leave

I just wanted to drop you a note to let you know that I've not forgotten about you. I've been sick with Pneumonia. Three days in the hospital and now resting at a friends home until we get our duct work cleaned in our home. 
Please pray for me as I'm not out of the woods yet, breathing treatments and antibotics are my closest companions.

So after I return home sometime this week... I will continue to blog as usual.
Your Friend,
Java Girl

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

I Guess It's Squirrel Killing Season

This is the victim. Well not the actual victim, I found this picture on the internet when I googled squirrel pictures. I only show carcasses of animals if they exit this world with a smile on their face, like my Sea Otter blog.... called Beach Combing.
This is the hunter... our little Walmart special kitten.

And so for the story... you've heard about Zorro and how brilliant he is, but one element of his personality is that he's fearless. I don't know where this important character trait came from, but from what I can tell, he's never really been a victim. Hence, the confidence factor.

So the other morning, Daughter #1 went to let Zorro in and next to him was a dead squirrel. Zorro was being scolded by Daughter #1 and when she tried to get Zorro to leave the carcass, the possessiveness of a new kill had taken him over. So Daughter #1 removed Zorro from the crime scene and then went on to clean up squirrel. When Zorro returned, he was mad, I mean really mad that his trophy kill was gone.

So then this knuckle head decided that he didn't want no Walmart kitten showing him up and he went and killed himself a squirrel. And then laided near it all possessive like. I walked out and scolded him.
And he looked at me like this..

And then he looked at me like this...
And so I explained to him that I understood how the squirrels tease him from the trees and play chase games that drive him and Snoop nuts. Literally. But that was no cause to start a killing season here on the farm.
I don't think he understood my point.
I don't think he ever understands my point.
Who would have ever thought that my little life out here in the country would be so eventful.
Have a great day,
Java Girl

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Licence Plate Purses

My Hubby and I found these cute purses in a store in California. They are old license plates recycled and made into the most durable purses around. Even the silver ends are from bumpers of old cars. And as if that's not enough, they top it off with a adorable soda top for the snap.
They have almost every state available. In several sizes. We bought the Classic Cyclone for both of our girls and it's a great size.

Below, they can add some Bling (sparkle) if you want that too.

But this mini cyclone is adorable too and I've even seen it taken to prom. That's how fashionable they are.

My oldest says that when she's out and about, people will come up to her and ask her about her purse and where she bought it. In fact, one time she was in the airport trying to get on a flight and a lady chased her down to ask about the purse.

Check them out at

Have a Java Day!

Friday, September 2, 2011


There's a man I know, whom I've never met. He's alive and well, but only lives through memories... great memories. He was a husband, father, friend and son. He was wise, Godly and raised three beautiful daughters. His name is Roger.

I have a very special friend that I met not too long after we moved here to Tennessee. I met her at one of the hardest times of her life. She was taking care of her dying mother in her home. And the tiredness and turmoil that one has to endure, would show in her countenance. It's been a year since her mother has passed and during that year there has been a time of healing. 

This is how I met Roger. 

Roger was my friends husband and he died five years before my friends mother. 

With this newness of life for my friend and her daughters and a new gained freedom for them, we've had time to sit around the dinner table and just listen to their stories and memories. Stories about their Daddy, which they call him. Mostly funny stories of how full of life he was... how he would play his trumpet early in the morning or how their house on a hill would look like a landing strip when he decided to turn all the lights on at night. Or how he scared them with his antics. I've heard through his children how they viewed him... and I wish you could hear the stories. Precious stories.

The Bible speaks of widows, with instruction on how we are to take care of them. And after a visit, where my Hubby was able to meet them... he and I reminisced and realized that God has called them to endure much and yet there is so much joy. We both said, Whoa, to whoever tries to cause them harm. And this has came to pass. There is a protective gathering of friends and family around them. Our Lord is alway so faithful in doing what He says He will do through His word!

Roger would be so proud of his sweet family, not only is the oldest daughter an amazing student, she's also traveled to Ireland and just came back from China on a missions trip. She's an accomplished singer and we've always enjoyed listening to her especially in our home, when we make her eat a big meal then sing. The middle daughter has been another huge blessing, by making time to pick berries, come and play duets with my youngest daughter. And by her smile. That sweet smile that is always on her face. Their youngest daughter of the three is a go getter. She's always moving, cooking, milking cows and is a Task Master in my book. Sweet as can be, is what comes to mind when I think of her.

As my friend and I visited yesterday... I love how God just allows us to be on the same wave link. You see we have a lot in common.... we both don't have husbands who are there to orchestrate the Man Jobs, as we call it in our house. We are the ones who talk about mechanics, lawn tractors problems, weather, mowing, missions, our daughters and this world that we live in. How they don't fit in it at times because of their faith and then we rejoice that they don't fit in. We talk about God things, the things that really matter.

And I am blessed by them.

Blessed by a man named Roger who I never met.

Who left behind a legacy that I'm able to revel at.

Java Girl