long time no post

Haven't posted anything at all in the past year or two. We now have 3 grandchildren. Added Mr Peyton and Miss Noelle. Both are as close to perfect as you can possibly imagine. Will post picks as soon as possible, I'm actually at my work computer and don't have a cable for the old phone to upload. Check back in a few days...

Party Crashers

I'm sure everyone has heard of the "State Dinner" party crashers who gained entry into Mr. Obama's "gathering" without an invitation and even chatted it up with the big "O" a bit.
Well these two people crashed Miss Brittany's Graduation party. I actually visited with this couple a bit and snapped a picture. Anyone have a clue who they are or how they got in? Looks like she is force feeding him Hershey Kisses? (don't look like he's fightin 'em off real hard either :)
Seems in the photo like all the cheese and sour cream bowls on the table are pulled in close to them, whats with that? Anddd, to make it more strange they are both smiling as though they have a relative at this party who is an honoree or something?

Kelsi -n- Kristen acting like sisters

Not sure what was going on here? I walked in the room & was going to ask the girls how to do something with my old camera. Presto, this Kodak moment was in progress. We now have ammunition when these two claim to be angels, haha.








This one, it appears Miss Kelsi has the upper hand or at least Miss Krissy is not going to see who knows what?

Snow, my eye!!

Snow, Snow, go away & don't come another day either! Folks, for whatever raisin...REASON that is, I'm just not enjoying this weather as much as I should, if in fact it is enjoyable? I think not. Well (which is a deep subject in itself) I suppose if it has to snow it may as well dump the entire contents of Antarctica on us all at one time as opposed to spreading it out over many smaller catastrophes so we can "experience" family togetherness until it hurts...let the church say ouch! The dog won't even go out, the little dip-stick, I had to carry him to the driveway where the Jeep had trampled the snow down. Once he got to moving around in the snow a bit, he jumped, spun circles and skipped like he'd lost his mind or somethin? Maybe the ear-mites finally broke through? Kind of like kids not liking something without trying it, they usually like it. Kevin text me today and asked if I was out driving in this stuff, I told him "Sure how else am I gonna get sick if I don't get the Jeep stuck in a snowdrift (I stuck it 3 times but did not get sick) sure was a workout diggin it out though, took almost 30 minutes one time...smart huh? Note to self: "Get better tires for green heap, JEEP I should say". Wednesday I'm going to get it out of the driveway for sure! Man, keep gettin my tongue tangled tonight, better get some rest, my eyes keep closin, I think I will dream about BIG tires tonight, you will probably dream about BIG tires as well, just because you will try not too. Is this a mind game? Let me know if you dream about BIG tires. This brings an end to a very confused rendition of junk from my obviously cluttered mind (Darwin would be proud, he was a very confused individual).

Friday Nite

Friday nights mean a lot of things to a lot of people. Friday means PAYDAY for many, not me, I work for KCP LLC & I get paid when clients determine it's time to pay the printing bill (which is NOT as often as you would think). Friday night is YFT for the girls, (a weekly highlight for them) for which I am very grateful indeed. Friday Night is just another work shift for a whole list of folks I do work for (I do printing for about 60 physicians) those people have terrible hours, often 24 hr shifts on a regular basis and patients don't understand why they are not happy & chipper all the time? Oh sure they make a lot of money, but with the thousands of dollars worth of liability & malpractice insurance, the forever update training, employee payroll, office space & equipment to rent or buy, not to mention the electronic gadgetry they have to carry to maintain contact at all times, I don't see how they have a thin dime left to make those Jaguar payments?? They probably deliver Pizza on Saturday nights to have gas money, who knows? Friday night to my dog means "Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh Boy!" time to scratch a hole in moms couch or the new bedspread (he destroys the bedspread ANYTIME we leave the bedroom door open during the day) at's why we always seem to have a new one. Not sure what it is about that particular spread? He never harms the girls or even Danny's...of course finding Dan's bedspread in his room probably contributes to the overall longevity of the fore mentioned item (if ya can't find it, ya can't tear it up huh poopy-dog?). Man, how do I get off on these rants anyway? Back to the subject, what in tar-nation was the subject anyway, boy that burns me up when I loose my train of thought, of course I've never been sure what I needed a train for in the first place, they are very limited in where they can go....oh yeah, I remember now, I like Friday nights because it is the one nite of the week when Sandy & I get to go to dinner & talk of the weeks events and be friends, Friday nite is "date-nite" (man-o-man, I love that little lady, she's a doll!!). The young whipper-snapper's that read these polished, intelligentsia-imparting, mind-cluttering blogs, keep the "date-nite" event in mind as you "marry-off" and have families of your own. You MUST make time for each other or you will drift your own ways and in a few years will be nothing more than a couple of parents cohabiting, going through the motions of married life with no real fulfillment or attachment. Thanks for reading, end-of-sermon.

I don't remember what Sandy had under her jacket but she sure enough DID NOT want anybody to get it?? I think we had just left a government building in DC, she may have made off with the original copy of the Declaration of Independence, who knows, if it's on sale, Sandy C will discover it! I personally would not attempt to take anything from this little gal you may come back with a stub instead of an arm....

Don't have any pics with this post only a few events to tell of.
A) Finally got another Jeep, its an old one but i like it, traded the red car for it, I think I got the better end and of course the kid that go the red car thinks he got the better deal...wait till he buys those $285 EACH low profile tires then we'll see?
B) Ms. Kelsi Morrell is now living in the Copeland home. She is a 14 year old whipper snapper that's smart as the dickens and the entire tribe is thrilled she has come aboard.... Kelsi, go to your room and study! Boy I Love bein the boss, (Sandy said I could do it on the days that end with "ish").