Tag Archive | Ramblings

over the bridge and through the woods


So my nephew, Q, has set off on an adventure to find bears but the trickling creek caught his attention just as he started out.


Maybe there could be some good stuff to find in the creek before getting on to the bear hunt.







He was a bit disappointed that nothing was biting or hopping or making any kind of excitement.



Did you hear that?


Did you see that?


Enough fishing, on to my bear hunting.


I think if we are very quiet we will find some in these dark woods.


Aunt Tara, you aren’t very quiet.


You will scare all the bears away unless you are as quiet as I am.


No bears out on this day so he trudged back up the hill, dejected.


He makes me laugh!


on a bear hunt

Whenever I am with my nephew, Q, I just follow him around with my camera.


He doesn’t need anyone around to be entertained.


He has dragons to slay and bears to hunt and plenty of other things that keep him occupied well into the afternoon.


I decided to hide behind some cane and just see what adventure he was taking.


He was talking of bears on this day and needing to find out if there were many around.


I found out that the ping pong paddle and ball was to help him get some bears.


He felt he was well armed for his hunt.


Then his mama got a hold of him to get him in a jacket.  He was not happy to be waylaid from his adventure.


Until she told him he could keep hunting his bears as soon as his jacket was on.

I will post the bear hunt through the woods and over the bridge next.  He is such entertainment!

Last game of season


Praying before Championship game.


Coach and Son


Got himself a couple of doubles when at bat.


Worked hard behind the plate.


I love this picture.  Don’t know the batter but his face says it all.


Our friend, Coach Mike was umpire behind the plate.


Story about Coach Mike:  The game we played before this one my son was pitching.  This is his first year pitching and so he doesn’t have total control over his pitches just yet.  Well, a couple of his crazy pitches hit two batters.  When the second batter went down he got real upset because the batter was obviously hurt.  My oldest son is pretty sensitive and doesn’t like when others are hurt and especially if he is the cause.

Well I didn’t feel like Big Man there would appreciate me going out there and consoling him while he was on the mound.  So I am quietly crying, Luke is seeing to the batter and I look over and Coach Mike who is umpiring in the field walks over to him and pulls him into a hug.  He talks to him and lets him know that it happens in baseball and the batter will be okay.  He gets him calmed down and then looks over to me and I mouth, “Thank you.”


Well, the Championship game was exciting and close!  We didn’t win though.  The whole team was pretty upset because they went from the losing most team at the beginning of  the season to working so hard that they earned their spot in the Championship game and came up short.  They had nothing to be ashamed of cause they gave it their everything.  My nerves were shot!


5K, 8K, 10K, and 21K…. k, I am taking a summer break!

Last October, I began running again after years and years and years away from that activity.  From that point on I was a little obsessed.


This spring I signed up for 4 runs in 6 weeks.  My first run was the Cooper River Bridge Run in Charleston, SC.


Fort Sumter (Civil War) in Charleston Harbor


This 6 mile race hosted 45,000 runners and 2.7 miles of it was over the gorgeous Cooper River Bridge.  Cool run but the crowd was a little unsettling at the end of the race!


My next run was the Ultimate Marine Mud Run (The Leatherneck) which I ran with my husband and two friends.  In this race, you run a little over 6 miles and 36 obstacles.  That was tough and challenging but so much fun!

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The next run was an “only ladies” 5K mud run.  This was my team, The Muddy Cougars.


The last run was May 18th and the one I am most proud of!  My first 1/2 marathon.

half marathon

When I began running, I contacted a dear friend of mine from high school, Jan and made plans to meet in the mountains of Georgia and run this race.  I am partial to trail runs so thought this run would be more interesting than your average road race.  (I am not a fan of road races, I get bored way too easily.)

This was the most challenging thing I have ever done in my life.  We literally spent the first 3 1/2 miles climbing this mountain and then the next 6 miles running across the top of it (up and down, up and down) and then the last 3 1/2 miles coming down.  This was unlike anything I have ever done in my life and pushed me way past comfortable.

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Before and After pictures.  We were both so proud of ourselves for accomplishing this!  Totally cool!


There is no way I could resist getting a 13.1 sticker for my van to remind myself that I did something I never even imagined I could do!

Still running this summer but taking a break from races until October when I have another Mud Run and the Color Run planned with some good friends.

on the farm


It has been almost 3 years since we have visited my dad on his farm in Alabama.


Of course the kids are older and therefore felt it their right to learn how to drive the 4-wheeler by themselves.


There were chickens to feed as well as the eggs to gather.



There were a handful of cows that were ready to give birth or had already given birth to their calves.


The mama’s were very protective and kept their calves far from my wildly loud children.


My husband’s favorite pastime on the farm is all the work that he helps my dad do.  This trip was spent fixing fences and installing a new gate to a back pasture.


My favorite pastime is walking the property and taking pictures.




Little man watching the men work on the fence.



There was no way I could resist the rust!



The one downside to this relaxing trip was that my middle boy was sick the entire time we were there.  He had some kind of virus with a high fever and headache so he spent the entire time inside watching movies, napping and getting plenty of attention from me and Grandma Martie.

My Granddaddy

I took a photography class back in January and learned a ton of things to help my picture-taking improve.  But the one thing that stands out in my mind today is something my teacher told us over and over again.  She said that you never know when a picture of a loved one will be the last one you take.


A few weeks ago I posted a tribute to my grandmama and the impact she has had on my life in so many ways but mostly that of a wife.  Each time I took a trip to Tennessee to visit with my “Grands” I always told myself it might be the last time I will see them.


Last Friday after eating their lunch together,  Grandmama told Granddaddy to go lay down while she cleaned the kitchen.  He laid down and went to sleep and didn’t wake back up.


Now, while I loved my Granddaddy very much and will miss him in my life, that is not where my sorrow is focused.  He was 91 years old and lived a GREAT life.  He used his talents and abilities for those he loved and never asked anything in return.  He was truly a good and Godly man.


No, the grief that I feel is for my Grandmama alone.  You see, my Grands were married for 71 years.  A friend who spoke at the funeral said it best when he said that when you are married to someone for that  long, you don’t know anymore where one ends and the other begins.  You are one.


There are many times in my life when I have felt helpless and this was one time.  I stood by my Grandmama during the funeral and burial praying with all my heart that I could take away a piece of her grief.  Just some of it so that she wouldn’t seem so alone and lost.


She wrapped her life around his until his wishes and desires were hers and hers were his.  Everyday was spent together as one. She told me later that she doesn’t really know what to do without him.  My heart breaks for her and my prayer each moment is that joy and peace and hope will fill her up again.

Friday Ramblings


After being off my ankle for almost 2 weeks, I got back to running this past week.


That first day running was a little nerve racking.  My ankle was stiff and hurting for the first quarter mile but once it loosened up, I was good to go.


This is my favorite place to run and I was a little nervous that Luke wouldn’t let me go back.  =)


So after only 3 runs last week, I felt ready for my first race.  My sister-in-law, Amy and her sister Julie and I ran in the Great 8 where proceeds benefitted the Boys and Girls Club of Rock Hill.  It was a 5 mile race around Winthrop Lake and the surrounding neighborhoods and gardens.


My mantra that I continued to chant to myself was, “I will not be last.  I will not be last.”  I really only had the goal of finishing and showing myself that my ankle was better.  I wanted to finish around 1 hour and came in at 1 hour and 2 minutes.


So that was the first race in my list of races that I am signed up for over the next 2 months.

This is my countdown.

  1. 8K run at Winthrop University – finished last weekend
  2. 10K run at Cooper River Bridge in Charleston, SC – 16 days
  3. Come-See-Me 5 K run here in Rock Hill, SC – 23 days
  4. USMC Mud Run in Columbia, SC – 37 days
  5. Girls on the Run 5K race with my daughter – 38 days
  6. Twisted Ankle 1/2 marathon Summerville, GA – 58 days