RJ Llama


RJ is such a clown. He loves to tease people and is rewarded with his favorite HORSE Treats. He is docile but will love to give chase; his favorite game, with the dogs. He’s been known to go inside the house to check it out, and see where our accommodations are.

RJ rubs his head against the tree until he gets his harness off. His expression is one of self-satisfaction as he almost succeeded in getting the harness free. Underneath the guard hairs his fur is soft; he enjoys getting haircuts as they cool him down in the hot Texas heat.

One of RJ’s favorite pastimes is playing tag with the people. One time he got out of his acreage and made it up to the interstate and was starting to egress on the interstate. People appeared and made a circle with their cars so it would corral him in and give me a chance to rope him and take him back home. It was raining and I had my hand out the window holding the rope on RJ and I ran/walked his butt back home. The police were kind enough to follow us and keep us safe had their been any cars on the roadway.

Another time Rj jumped the fence into the neighbors paddock, he played keep-away for also an hour when he finally came and stood by me, I admonished him and told him to go home and he did. He was sure ornery and cantankerous when the mood struck him.

I miss my RJ so desperately. I only prayer is that he found a good home and doesn’t hold a grudge against me in letting him and his family go. Robert was so very ill and we couldn’t continue to pay out the $250.00 a month for their food, haircuts and vet bills were extra. So I gave them to a good man who promised they would have good long lives protecting his goats. As fate would allow seven years later, I can now afford their upkeep but have know way of knowing where they are located at. 😦  I know it was near Waco, TX.

Peace Rj, peace.



The Power of Friendship

The class was over, and still I sat, it was 1988. The professor, an old woman asked if she could buy me a soda pop. Her name is Dr. Edythe Leupp, a professor at Southern Nazarene University, Bethany, Oklahoma. I had decided to drop out of college; a dream of mine since I was 14 years old. Dr. Leupp asked me to tell her my story- who am I. In a cantankerous moment, I decided, “what the heck, you want to know, I’ll tell you.”
I was enduring a serious depression, later (1993) identified as Schizoaffective Disorder and Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Major Depressive Disorder, Multiple Personalities Disorder and Post Trauma Stress Disorder. I was a mother of two very bright girls and a wife of a hard-working man. I was 27 years old, (married since I was 15 yrs.’ old) a traditional student and I was hopelessly floundering in my classes. I was the first person to get a GED and attend college in both my husband and my families. Finances were tight and I was attending a private university on school loans.
Dr. Leupp listened to my career goals of Teaching Wildlife Biology in the future. She happed to be a Teacher Education Professor. She asked me if I would give SNU another chance and come to the Teacher Education classes and she would be my Academic Advisor. I was eking out D’s and my GPA was tanked, I was overloaded, over worked, and just plain tired. But I changed my degree plan to test this old lady’s word and see if she would bail on me too.
I used the psychologists’ services on campus to help me function with the stressors of daily life. I started having anxiety seizures because of stress. I earned A’s in all my education classes. My husband was very supportive and proud of me and stood by me while experiencing my mental illnesses. Dr. Leupp was proud of my accomplishment’s and listened to my hopes, dreams, aspirations, and well as the negative stuff, she told me I was smart – brains plus- and said I was achieving success already; I had Dr. Leupp in my corner.
Mom Leupp attended mother-daughter events with me and would later say I was her success story. She talked to me about Gods love for me and helped me heal old wounds. If she hadn’t taken a moment out of her busy schedule and offered to buy me a soda pop my life would have turned out different. I would have considered myself a failure at life. I am eternally grateful to Dr. Edythe Leupp; aka Mom Leupp. She cared to see beneath the pain to the potential of what I could be. She is 95 years old and still and active part of my life.

Walking in my shoes- a father’s tale

My dear Son,
I anticipate the arrival of you birth with wonder.
I promise that I will be a great provider
of unconditional love.

I remember with delight…
The joy of hearing “Dah-dah” from your tiny lips.
The pleasure of holding your hands as you prance and
practice taking your first steps.
The excitement of your first day of school
And the name of your first girl to love.

I remember the agony you felt
when you received your first black eye
from a bully twice your size, then later,
the pride of the victory when
you cut him down to size.

The little things that were a major milestone;
like having a pimpled face, falling in and out of love,
driving your first car, the Prom Dance, and
graduating from high school.

I wait with you as you anticipate the arrival
of your child’s birth with wonder,
as you solemnly promise that you will be
a great provider of unconditional love.

I am so proud of you, and I shall treasure
all the moments we have shared
For now, you are a man
Walking in my shoes!

40th Wedding Anniversary

Our girls, Rose and Kassidey hostess a dinner party for their dad and my 40th anniversary. We had twenty-five people in attendance and a great time. Best friends; Sheila & Jason, Jim & Virginia, and mom Patricia all came down from Oklahoma to join the festivities. Sister Gaynell and great nieces Autumn and Makayla came from Alabama for three weeks. Friends Terre Lynn & Rick and Cathy & Wayne and Sarah, were entertaining. Rose’s family Joe, Michelle, Elaine, and Bella had their party shoes on and Kassidey’s family Nathaniel and Zack were ready to do a do-se-do. Nephew Aspen rounded out the party of well wishers. 



The NERVE of some people

My sister Gaynell came to visit for three weeks between our moms in Oklahoma and my place in Texas. While she was gone from Alabama, someone decided to make a house for themselves out of her belongings. She got home to find that most of her stuff was gone, stolen, and the near neighbors a mile away suspected nothing amiss.

We are talking groceries, towels and linens, jewelry, computers and electronics, pots and pans, dishes, clothes, everything imaginable but furniture. She is discombobulated at the nerve of some people. Someone had to know she was going out of state. Her husband stayed gone from the premises except for two days when he came home and discovered stuff missing.  “It’s the extent of getting someone’s underwear out of their drawers and taking off with them that makes it so ridiculously maddening, ” says Gaynell. The police had no comment about the variety of items stolen. Meanwhile, Gaynell is shaking her head and trying to find out how they can survive taking baths and replacing everyday items on her limited budget.

Excerpt from Two-halves of a Soul

He was handsome. Nearly six feet and one hundred seventy pounds of lean muscle. Dark brown hair and chocolate eyes that a girl could lose herself in. He was shouting, “Hey! Evelyn, is it you?” Coming out of the temporary daze I answer, “No!” Coming closer still he saw his mistake and apologizes that he mistook me for someone else. At five feet and one-half inch and weighing in at eighty-nine pounds; I was used to hearing lines from boys and men; even while assuming it was just a line, I was flattered to be noticed by him, if only for just a moment.

Poems 2015

You are my knight in well-tended armor
My protector and friend
You are the love of my life
Loyal and devoted
You are my eternal soulmate
My love has no bounds

If I had but one wish It would be for your
Health, wealth, and happiness
For without good health, wealth, is meaningless
Without wealth, health, is fleeting
True happiness comes from the balance of health and wealth
Kat 03/22/2015



Though the years be many
My love is like a new penny
Luster with a soft hardness
To be shined or placed in a press
And perhaps it’s cherished and kept protected
from all ill wills from the heart
As it ages; it weathers the heat and the cold
like lava and ice carvings
only my soul knows it’s good measure
My love is like a well-worn penny
Content to be what it is.
Kat 3/22/2015


Jesus knows me
He started a revolution
Within my soul
A revival of ancient proportions
As old as the dawn of man
Jesus came to me
In thought,
he spoke to my heart
and my soul listened
He brought alive my renewed mission
Jesus loves me.
Kat 3/22/2015


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