Showing posts with label That's My Daddy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label That's My Daddy. Show all posts

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Hey Daddy!

I am 40 years old, but still love it when my daddy comes around and I can walk in the room and say, "hey daddy!"  Taylor just has to look at him and she starts laughing!  Before he leaves a visit, he has told us the same story at least two times! 

He retired a few years ago and I had been meaning to get his lunch box all this time.  I knew he was coming over yesterday so I called and asked him to bring it.  This thing is around 50 years old and I love it!  Mother used to always put a piece of pan friend round steak or a hamburger patty, two pieces of bread, a honey bun, a banana and a Snicker bar (you wouldn't believe how health conscious he is now!)  Inside, he always had a folded up paper towel, a little plastic container that held his tooth picks and I'm pretty sure Anacin (which he chewed - sick!)

One day, mother got our "bread" mixed up for lunch.  I got two pieces of plain bread and he got a peanut butter sandwich!



Its new home for now!

Thursday, August 4, 2011

To Cut or Not to Cut?

A man can have his hair cut pretty much whenever and wherever.  They're not picky like us.  Women have to plan it, look at magazines, ask their girlfriends for advice, decide on color, ask a million people "who does your hair?" and all that jazz.  Around here in Longview, you can get a hair cut, highlight and style for about $85 and up.  And to maintain proper hair maintenance, that means you have to go every 6 weeks.  It can add up right?

Over the years I have pretended to be a hairstylist.  No, I have no formal training.  I have been every color under the moon - well maybe not pink, blue or purple, but definitely white, brown, just about black, red, a mossy green and a combo of all of these colors.  The mossy green would have been caused by either swimming pool chemicals, but most likely because I was trying to go "darker" and that brown on the cover of the Loreal box was the "perfect" color and I would look fabulous in about 30 minutes.  WRONG!  Been there, done that MANY times and now I just shell out the dough.  Although, I am always tempted to go down the hair color aisle at Wal-Mart.

And yes I'm a cutter.  Whenever I get upset, that's just what I do.  Cut my hair that is.  By myself.  Me and a mirror and pair of cheap scissors.  I remember when I was younger I saw this lady who had her hair "stacked" in the back, and I just knew I could do that.  So at my Goggie's house, I got the scissors.  I ended up in the garden with my Aunt Jenny trying to fix it.  That was the first neckline hair cut.  Needless to say, the stack didn't work!  I have become stronger and have fought the urge to do my own hair cutting when I'm stressed, but don't put it past me to cut my bangs or a twig that the hairstylist left. 

This brings me to Brooklyn.  All this week, she has been offering hair appointmentss, massages, manicures and pedicures.  And the girl is dirt cheap.  I think my first appointment included a beautiful hair style (should have taken a picture) and a back massage for 50 cents.  REALLY??  Who does that?  She's been trying to save money for a sideways purse as she calls it.  I had another appointment the very next day - this included another hairstyle and a foot massage.  This only costs me $1.00, but she told me I could tip generously!  Ok, I only gave her $5.  I'm a cheapscape :(  Somewhere during these appointments she got an extra couple of dollars too!

Carey had a hair appointment on Tuesday.  He's a big spender!  He gave her $25.00!  But really, I think it was priceless!



Sunday, June 19, 2011

That's My Daddy!

Today was a great Father's Day!  It started off with bacon sandwiches, church and then time with both of the father's in my life.  For years, we have had my dad over to cook steaks.  This year was no different - just a little hotter!

This is the little treat the Primary children made for their dads - well, most of it!  Behind the cute hand drawn portrait of their father was a chocolate chip cookie!


And then it was time for a feast!  Ribeyes and baked potatoes with a cookie cake for dessert.


Of course my father, William Carrol "Buddy" Mumford, took his pound cake to go!


Me and Bud!  He's happily retired now after many years of working at Stemco.


Unfortunately I wasn't able to get new pictures of the girls with their daddy, but here are a couple of my favorites!
Taylor and Carey dancing at Aunt Kimberlie's wedding.

Brooklyn and Carey at the Mud Hut for Taylor's 12th birthday party.  The lady asked everyone to raise their hand if they had never been there before!


Carey Wayne Eldridge, Sr. and the girls. This is our first Father's Day without Poppy.  He passed away on September 20, 2010.  Wish I had known this picture had been cut :(

And just to end the day with a few words about the importance of fathers:

“… By divine design, fathers are to preside over their families in love and righteousness and are responsible to provide the necessities of life and protection for their families. Mothers are primarily responsible for the nurture of their children. In these sacred responsibilities, fathers and mothers are obligated to help one another as equal partners. … (A Proclamation to the World)