Category Archives: Family

Posts which are mostly about my family members with news or things I wanted to share.

Meet Thor & Charli

I promised my granddaughter that I would post about her and her dog Thor.

Charli & Thor

Thor is a Daschund through and through. He runs in circles, barks at almost any noise. And it’s really close to his birthday which is July 3rd. As you can see Thor and Charli are pretty close and they spend many days running and playing.

Charli can call Thor and he comes running, most of the time. In fact Thor is usually right beside her. And he usually sleeps on Charli’s head, or close by. Thor hasn’t learned how to text or use you tube yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised to see him watching something soon.

Thor getting comfortable

Charli loves to play and has a vivid imagination. Sometimes she will use blankets and furniture to build a fort, or cave, or house, or whatever she decides to call it. Then her and Thor have a new home to play in. She is part of the reason that I don’t post more often on here. She keeps this old man busy, and a little younger.

She doesnt realize it and may never realize it, but she is a huge blessing in our lives. Both my wife and myself regularly thank God for allowing us to be a part of Charli’s life. God is soooooo good!

Lord, May I Please Enjoy This Ride….

This is Charli Jane as she is preparing for her first ever ride on the Big Wheel. She seems a little nervous, and I’m not sure but it looks like she is praying. This photo was taken last fall when we took a day off and went to Dollywood.  I like memories like this and just thought I would share it today.

It’s been a while since I have been here to post anything. Seems like that is a recurring theme with this site. I have great plans, wonderful ideas, but can’t seem to find the time to do this. I thought time was all I would have when I retired, but I seem to have less of it each day.

Have a great day, know that God loves you and desires to know you through His Son Jesus.

Hunter’s Cheeseburger

As I mentioned in the last post, I was in Murfreesboro Tn a couple of weeks ago. I have a niece who lives there and one of her sons was getting married. So we are just lounging around the hotel Saturday waiting on time to go to the wedding, when I get word that Hunter, the youngest son of my niece, wanted me to try one of his favorite foods while I was there. It was a doughnut cheeseburger. I had heard of these creatures but had never seen one myself. So after thinking about it I decided I had to try one and see what it was all about.

Just down the street from our hotel I found the restaurant that Hunter had mentioned. I went inside and told the guy that I had heard they served a doughnut cheeseburger. He just smiled and said “so, do you want one?”. Being filled with a mixture of dread and excitement, I simply replied yes. He then cut a doughnut in half and placed it on the grill. Two hamburger patties were next. Cheese, onions and all the rest came also. Then when it was time, he placed all these ingredients together and made my doughnut cheeseburger.

Doughnut CheesburgerI took it back to the hotel and went room to room (only the rooms of the people I knew) and showed them my prize. Then I went to my room and sat down to try this thing that Hunter loved so much. To my surprise, it was pretty tasty. A little on the sweet side but overall not too bad. I did share it with some of the others so I didn’t get the impact of eating the whole thing, but it was pretty good. I don’t think I would eat one every day, but it was pretty tasty. Thanks to Hunter for suggesting it and if you have an opportunity, please give it a try. You just might like it.

The Haunted Computer- Laugh and Lesson

A few days ago, I had the pleasure of having one of our granddaughters with me for a day. Her name is Jasiman and she is 8 years old and full of energy, lots of energy. Sometimes misdirected energy but in spite of that,  she is a lot of fun to be around.  Having been ADD before ADD was cool, I almost understand her sometimes. She spent the day with me at CompuPlus, where I try to help people with their computer problems by helping Mark with his store. I don’t claim to be a computer expert and what I can’t handle, Mark comes in later and takes over.

Jasiman brought with her a sack full of coloring books and other children paraphernalia to help keep her occupied. This worked for a while and she was content to amuse herself, but she eventually did get around to the what, when, where, why and how come questions that kids always ask. And that’s ok, kids have to learn somehow.

Mark is working in Morristown and sometimes during the day, he will have to get something from a computer here in Rogersville. He uses an on line service to access his computers. He logs in and is using the computer remotely. This isn’t that big a deal unless you have an eight year old spending time with a guy who likes to have fun. I told Mark to keep working the computer, called Jasiman over and “helped” her to see that the mouse was moving and the computer seemed to be working by itself. Her eyes got big and she didn’t really know what to think. Being October, I suggested that it was a haunted computer. Then, as if on cue, Mark opened up Microsoft Word and began to type a note to Jasiman.

You should have seen her eyes as this computer wrote her a message and even used her name. After a few moments, she started to try to figure out how I did that. She’s a little suspicious of me because of other pranks that she thinks I had a hand in making happen. I wish I had video taped this but it all happened so quickly that I didn’t even think of doing that. It was one of those times that is forever frozen in my mind, but not captured for all to see.

God works in really strange ways sometimes though. That little joke gave me an opportunity to share with Jasiman that I believe in God and that my belief in God doesn’t allow for haunted computers. We had a short talk about ghosts and stuff like that and I explained that while those stories could be  fun and sometimes it’s fun to get scared, our belief in Jesus doesn’t include a belief in ghosts. Except for the Holy Ghost of course. I simply cannot believe that someone could get caught between worlds and end up haunting places, people and things.

In Luke 16:19-31, we get a glimpse of two people who died. One was a poor man named Lazarus and the other we know only as a  rich man. It tells us of the differences in the way that the rich man lived and the poor man lived. The rich man was dressed in purple and fine linen and he would feast lavishly every day. The poor man would long to be filled from the pieces of food that fell from the rich mans table. But instead the dogs would come and lick his sores. It says that the poor man was left at the gate of the rich man, letting me know that he had to pass by Lazarus to come and go from his lavish house.

Then the scriptures tell us about the day that both men died. Notice the difference in the description of these two men. When Lazarus died, we are told the angels carried him into the arms or side of Abraham. Then all that is said about the rich man is that he died and was buried. For me that has always been a big part of these verses. It highlights the difference in the two men’s death as much as day and night, darkness and light. Then we go on to read the rich man was in torment.

So we have one in paradise with Abraham, and one in torment. Notice that we aren’t told that Lazarus could see the rich man, but the rich man could see Lazarus. Maybe that’s part of the torment. Seeing what his lifestyle and decisions have kept him from enjoying and having to experience the torment. But for this particular post, notice that neither one had the option of coming back to earth. You find this all through scripture. When we die, there’s only two places we can go.

Jesus and two others died on Calvary. One cried out to Jesus to remember him when he came into his kingdom. The other one did not. Jesus answered the one who cried out “today you will be with me in paradise.” He said nothing to the other one. Notice how this parallels the rich man and Lazarus. Two people, two destinations. Nothing in between and nowhere else to go.

That’s why I don’t and can’t believe in things, places or people being haunted. At least by other people who have died. But like the rich man, we can be haunted by our decisions.

If you were to die today, where would you spend eternity? Heaven or Hell. It’s your choice.


Our dog and best friend Zippie

Theres a little disagreement about when it started. I think it was a little over 17 years ago and my daughter and wife say it was just over 16 years ago when we got Zippie. The difference is that Zippie was either 17 or 18 years old. Either way, she lived a long, good life. Theresa and Hope had wanted a dog and we had a good sized fenced in back yard, so one day they went to the Humane Society to look for a dog. That’s the day that Zippie won their heart. I expected them to bring home a small, little doggie, but they surprised me with Zippie. A far as we know, she was a mix between a collie and golden retriever and her adult weight was 65 pounds. A far cry from a little dog.

The first thing I remember about Zippie was her dragging Hope, my daughter, around the corner of the house into the back yard. It was almost like she knew she had found her kingdom and was ready to take over and rule.  We found out quickly that she loved to play ball. In fact, that’s what she lived to do. We were trying to pick a name for her and decided on Zippie because she was so fast. She would get the ball on one bounce no matter how low to the ground you threw it. And if you threw it high, it never touched the ground. She’s the only dog I ever seen that if you threw a rib bone and a tennis ball, she would bring back the tennis ball. Once when it snowed I was standing on the deck. Without thinking, I made a snowball and threw it out in the yard. It drove her crazy because she seen me throw the ball, but all she could find was snow. But she circled the yard from the outer edges in until she had covered all the yard looking for the ball. I felt bad about that but I didn’t think she would take  it that serious.

When I say that the backyard was her kingdom, that’s exactly what it was. Like the time when we were getting new windows put in. I told the guys working to first make friends with her because she wasn’t aggressive, but she was a great watch dog. If she didn’t know you, you didn’t get a pass into her kingdom. I also told them to watch where they laid their tools because she figured that if you laid it down in her kingdom, it was hers.  They didn’t believe me at first, but after having to hunt a couple of hammers and screwdrivers, they got the message. She also loved to dig. She would dig out a hole next to the house to lay in. I’d fill in it and she would dig it back out the next day while I was at work. Between that and the stuff she chewed up when we first got her, she made life interesting and frustrating at times. But she always managed to win us back over.

The last three years we have watched her grow old and go from running to walking and then stumbling. She still wanted to play ball though. On Memorial Day, we had the all American cookout with the kids. We were all out in the back yard with Zippie and four other dogs. Someone would  throw the tennis ball and  Zippie would lumber along to get it. We were trying to teach Roxie to fetch, but all she gets so far is run. But even though she couldn’t run fast enough and would sometimes stumble and fall, Zippie would still go get the ball and bring it back. Most of the time, she would lay on the deck with her tennis ball beside her, just waiting for someone to throw it. Wouldn’t it be great to have a passion about something like that and to be that dedicated to something?

Monday we were working in the back yard cutting tree limbs and she followed us around the yard as we worked. When I sat down to take a break, she come over and sat beside me. I remember asking her how long she was going to hang around. Of course she didn’t answer, but the next morning after we all left, she laid down in her favorite morning spot and went to sleep. I believe that when she woke up, she found herself in a most wonderful place playing fetch with Jesus and his angels. We had her cremated and plan to keep her close by until we get to heaven. Then we plan to play fetch and spend eternity with her and all the other people who have trusted in Jesus as the only way to heaven.  She’s already missed but not forgotten.