This is my daughter with her little wet chihuaha, Mishka, all wadded up after a bath. 

This is very sad. It is what a very small, soft, brown person looks like after you put Frontline flea stuff on them, and they go and hide under the desk and won't come out. She did forgive me later on and cuddled up close to me on the couch. 

Hanky going back up to the house. I have walked up this road with the dogs so many times, and I never cease to appreciate it. 

Gyp, forever faithful, waiting on me. 

A beautiful Texas sky. This was because little norther was coming in. 

A lovely Arabian head. My Little Orange Horse, Maguire, is looking back at me to make sure I am coming. We are headed down to the corral where there is a nice stand of coastal bermuda grass. The grass in this pasture is mostly Kline grass, an imported African grass and a big mistake. It grows tall and gets rank, and even cows don't like it when it gets rank. Tall grass attracts rats and bunnies, and the rats and bunnies attract rattlers. My husband hasn't had a chance to mow. I don't like Kline grass. 

Swingin' tails and horse butts.  

Poor Khanalee. His sore feet slow him down. He doesn't like being last. Afterall, he is herd leader, the prince of the pasture.

Queying up to go into the corral. 

I didn't get to record Maguire's buck of glee when they first entered the corral. I know the horse lovers out there can appreciate this nice forward walk. 

"He makes me to lie down in green pastures." Under the tree in the corral. 

Quote of the day: "Our relationship with other loving adults increases the elaboration of a bonding hormone known as oxytocin. This hormone is present in every cell of the body and can enhance the brain sensors that are connected with the heart and with the stomach. So your organs work better when you are in a healthy realtionship."--Dr. Christianne Northrup. In this case, it is a loving relationship with a chihuahua, and this one named Tinky Winky. As you look at this picture, can you feel the oxytocin rushing to your brain? So, have you had your oxytocin fix today? Have you kissed your chihuahua? 

You see, I have received an oxytocin rush to the brain, which has caused a happy grin on my face.

Here I am being scriptural again: The first shall be last and the last shall be first. This picture should have gone second after I introduced Stacey. Isn't this nice? Expcept for my finger in the corner. :-/ 

This is my friend Stacey. She was visiting me from Kansas to help me with my Reliv business. She is the mama to 3 small children. While visiting, I emailed her husband and children pictures everyday because Mommy is so important!

This is what my dear husband looks like sitting next to me whilst I'm on the porch swing. He is playing an dulcimer, which he made by hand. Beyond him is Hanky.

This is what a very small, soft brown person looks like sitting next to me on the porch swing out at the prayer chateau. Do you see those little leaves on my lap? Those are lemon balm leaves. I like to pick them, break them, and sniff. It is a wonderful smell. 

This is my dear friend, Misty, an awesome young woman I have gotten to know. Misty is atop a new horse she has aquired, a mare named Blanchette. Blanchette is part paint and part Spanish Mustang. She has adjusted to life in the Texas sun, which ain't easy after coming from Louisiana. Mistyand I have taken from the same dressage trainer, and so I have taken some lessons from Misty. She has helped me a lot. We have also gone on trail rides after my lessons. Maguire thought there were wooly-buggers out there, but he kept his eys on Storms butt, and we did ok. Storm is Misty's other mare and is in the next picture.

Isn't this a lovely picture of horse and rider? This is Misty on her wonderful mare, Storm. Storm was named that because she was born during a storm. She is a large line-backed dun who spent the first part of her life as a ranch horse chasing cattle and goats through brush. Now she is learning dressage. Storm has her off days, but like so many mares, she has a lot of heart. Storm will leap tall buildings at a single bound, if you ask her. I love boldness in a horse. Storm is a mare with temperment. I like mares. I respect mares. "sigh...Ho-o-orses," as Elizabeth Taylor said in National Velvet. Hey, I need to add that to some of my favorte movies. 

Here are Joel and his friend, Kurt, on their camping trip. Notice how a lot of their photos are close to the edge. Kinda quickens my mommy's heart. 

Jordon driving during their camping trip. Oops, I forgot the law of plogging: The first shall be last and the last shall be first. This should have gone first. 

This is my youngest son, Jordon. He is almost 21 and a might man of valor. He and his brother, Joel, and their friend, Kurt, took a camping trip in the southwest. Somehow, Jordon and Joel survived this first outing together. This photo is taken from a file of their pics that I have on my computer. Joel took it. 

Kurt, my son's friend, taking a leap of faith. This is Jordon's photo. 

That's my big sister, Peggye. She just turned 52, and doesn't she look great! My brother, Trip, (or Sam), is 49, a little younger than me. 

This was at Father's Day celebration for my dad, Sam Johnson. He is 92 and a WWII vet. Dad served in the navy on Guam under Ad. Nimitz and was chief pharmacist's aid.