Riding the Nashville Star

I am back briefly to share a few photos.

Baby Harper has been very sick.

We had a fun week but sure 

wished our baby girl had been well.

I'm awaiting a phone call now 

to see if the doctor is going to admit her.

I hope they do.

After a trip to her regular physician last week, 

an urgent care visit on Sunday, a Vandy ER visit on Wednesday, 

another visit to regular physician yesterday

and again this morning, we want her well even if it takes

a hospital admission.

Our ride on the Nashville Star was fun.

The commuter train provides transportation
to and from downtown Nashville
to and from Lebanon, Hwy 109, Mt. Juliet, Hermitage
and Donalson.

Grandma was fussing with me for making
her sit down and get behind the yellow line.
I said, "Show me your ticket, Mam."
This week I was the boss.
( just teasing!)

Even the kids knew to stay behind the yellow line.

The kids had a great time getting 

to know their Great Grandma 

and Aunt Jean. 

This baby doll was excited!

We wave as the train approaches.

I, myself, was like a kid in a candy shop.

Grandma and Aunt Jean's first selfie. 

Look at my babies!

Our first and only stop was Mike's, 

an ice cream shop!

Cora got a taste from all of us,
strawberry, 
triple chocolate, 
coffee fudge, 
butter pecan, 
peanut butter.

YUMMY!

I found the little shop as yummy as the ice cream.

It felt like we had slipped back in time.

Great nostalgic photos lined the walls,

and musicians lined the walkways.

Connor tipped the sidewalk performer
on the way back to the train station.

It was a great week.
This day was particularly fun!

Just found out that Baby girl has pneumonia
and is being admitted.

Please say a prayer for her and mommy and daddy tonight.

See Ya Soon,

Bonnie:)

A Shutter

One shutter.  Only one. I'll be on the look out for another.

Just can't get enough of the chippy.

So yes, I need another one for balance but for now I'm hoping to bring a little farmhouse appeal to this much too new apartment.

Things are going great with my MIL and aunt. I've spent the past two days listening to funny stories about the "ugliest men" from their childhood. Enjoy your weekend. I sure am.

New Project: Getting Ready for Grandma

I am working on last minute projects 

to get ready for my mother-in-law's stay. 

I am a nervous wreck.  

This is the first time in 37 years 

that she has stayed in my home. 

We have never shared a cross word in all these years. 

Since we lived in the same town, 

she rarely visited because 

we went to Grandma's for all holidays. 

So.....

It's clean. 

The bedroom that she is staying in is ready.

Well, almost.

The sheets are in the dryer.

Yes, it's a little crooked. That will be easy to cover
with a photo.

I bought frames and board from the last yard sale. 

I bought two and paid $5 each.

They are MASSIVE!

The original price was $35 from Hobby Lobby.

That did not include the cork board or the fabric.

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I used my staple gun to attach the board to the frame. 

This is me busy at work on the other one. 

It requires more work.

And I bought a different fabric. 

With my cyber discount it was $11 for 2 yards. 

Total cost of the project, $21.

The board can be wall art, 

a bulletin board for work,

or another place to display the photos of my babies.

I think it turned out nicely, I think.

This is my little work corner

where I blog, work Nerium, 

and pay bills.

I work better with order.

So, here you go. 

All ready for Grandma and her sister. 

No blogging for a week or so. 

I'll be back soon, 

Bonnie:)

Don't Put All Your Pumpkins in One Basket

Same pumpkins, different basket.

You are seeing how I simply move things around.

My DIL's best friend had a moving sale on Saturday. She's a photographer and I bought some of her props. The iron basket was one of my favorites. It's rusty and crusty and WHITE! 

I got these great thick straw placemats, perfect for a Fall tablescape which I don't do😝.

My MIL is coming in this week so I've got a bit of cleaning to do! 

I'll get back to you soon!

You're Invited to the Tea Party

Remember the box of junk

from the Yard Sale a month or so ago?

Four of them. 

I'm hoping for one more grandbaby

and there will be Tea Parties.

The porcelain cups come out

for easy cleaning. 

However, you know me.

I like the tarnished look. 

I'm now in search of hats, gloves and scarves.

My friend has a Tea Party with her Grands every Valentine's Day.

Sounds like a great tradition to me. 

This little one is into pots and pans and 

pulling plates off the table. 

Not yet ready for tea parties. 

My big girl has just begun to have tea parties with her babies

with Minnie Mouse tea cups.

Think I could find a top hat and hankie for the little mister?

We may have to invite the pirate and have the party on a ship.

You're Invited, 

Bonnie:)

Fall and Football

The Mr. and I are going taking a little trip this weekend.

(at someone else's expense! yippee!)

 

I'm ready to smell a little Autumn

except that we're heading more South

as in South Carolina.

It's job training for David.

Who can argue FREE!

Would like to do a little of this too.

Well, then again, maybe not.

Maybe, better to watch the kids do the jumping. 

My kiddos went to the GA/TN game in Knoxville last weekend.

We are a divided household only when it comes to the game.

In our hearts, we're undivided.

Red and Orange jerseys were put out for Connor.

Yes, he chose Gray and ORANGE.

Christina said, "I saw a side of David I have never seen before."

LOL!

She's never been to a GA game with him. 

Tough loss. 

Mr. H said, "I thought if I heard that Rocky-Top song one more time, 

I was gonna scream."

Actually, the little cheerleader and I stayed home 

and cheered for UGA!

(shhh.  I know she's wearing orange.  Don't tell mommy!)

Turn Down the Music

Sammy B's is a neat little bar and grill

just a few minutes from where we live.  

The building is called The Mill.

There is character and a certain aura to the place. 

I had eaten in the meeting room

once with the Nasvhille Nerium group. 

Last weekend Mr. H and I were nicely surprised by the live music.

The guy on keyboard was an incredible jazz player. 

He introduced his group as students from 

the local school, 

Columbia University.

The girl sang, 

"My Valentine."

The music was great!

I loved it, but I must confess, it was a little loud

for a table conversation especially 

between two people who can't hear anyway. 

Today when I was having my devotion, 

I thought about that. 

Sometimes we let the music in life, 

although beautiful, 

drown out meaningful conversation with God. 

He's wanting to pull up a chair, sit a bit, 

and speak. 

Maybe I need to turn down the music. 

Bonnie:)

A Story Still Being Written

Recognition was to be given to 

a graduate who had excelled in her chosen field, 

a contribution to society.

A well-respected peer was suggested.

A committee member said, 

"Oh, she's not working in her calling."

TRUE STORY!

A man of wisdom said, 

"I think her story is still being written."

Yes, God is still writing our stories.

Priscilla Shirer writes,
When God speaks over your life, separating you into Himself for His purposes or allowing circumstances to derail you from your original plan, consider it an invitation.  You've been given the opportunity to write a story beyond your expectation. 

...

My girls and I,
My Christy, me, Christina's mom and Christina.
We parked in front of a strip joint for $5.
Yes, we did!  It was closed! Thank God!

Five or six blocks later, we arrived!
The arena was beautiful against the Nashville night sky.

I don't do photos very well.
I look more scared than excited.
But I was more than excited!
My heart was pounding.

Chris Tomlin is by far the greatest
worship leader and writer of praise than any.
Most of his songs, come from THE songs of the Psalms.

We had great seats in section one,
but I loved watching the big screen.
I could see and feel the heart of his emotions.

The lights were amazing,
the band was unbelievable,
the special effects were incredible,
but more, much more than all that,
God was present.

Chris Tomlin is for real.
It wasn't about the lights.
It wasn't about the man in his glory.
It was about GOD in all HIS glory.

It wasn't just a concert.

It was truly a night of worship.
Chris spent much of his time
listening to the crowd sing
while he lifted his hands in worship.

As he spoke about his struggles and worries,
it was obvious that God was still writing His story.

I get discouraged when I think about
what my story should look like.
It looks alot different from what I imagined
on the day in 1987 when God called me.

Today, I choose to let God write my story.
His story, rather than the one I perceived it to be,
is still being written.


Bonnie:)