Where The Orange Blossoms Grow...

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Deep Sea Fishing!

Headed out to the Gulf on the Miss Virginia

Christi and I :)

Not too much to take pictures of on a crowded boat.....sooo let's try some...interesting angles? :P

Y'all excited yet???

Hannah :)

NOW we're gettin' excited. ;)

We gettin' close, Josh??

NO MORE CAMERAS!!

(Haha, yeah right. I don't thin that's what Jonathan Ham Pollock is saying here) :P

"So far I've caught 2 stinkin fish....." "HAHA! I've caught ten and the trip's only half over!"

CJ caught his weight in fish...I, however, must have been coated in some sort of fish repellant....

Margaret and Ariana, my fishing buddies. ;)

Fishin' hard or hardly fishin'? ;)

Um, something CJ caught. A Red Snapper or a Red Grouper. I don't remember which. :P

Lots of yummy grunt that we grilled the next day! So good!

Johnny: "CJ, you look happy, and I'll look sad."
Alrighty then.....Johnny must be sad cause it's almost time to leave, and CJ must be thinking about all those tasty fish. :P ;) Anyways, hope y'all enjoyed the pictures. Until next time, the Lord bless you! :D

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Rodeeodeeo! ;)

We're goin to a rodeeeo! ;)

Silver Spurs Rodeo bound!

Thass what I'm talkin about. Oh yeeah. :D ;)

Miah, Chelsea, and Abby enjoying the show!

Mr. Cutiepie :P

Mrs. Waldman and Mama :)

Cowboys and rodeos....Wills' favorite things. ;)

Sweet little Caraline :)

So...they said for children between 5 and 10 to come to the arena for a contest...Well, they came...all of em! Those poor calves were probably scared outta their wits. :P

A British woman behind us: "Oh my! That is the shiniest truck I have evah seen!" :P

Love his horse. :)

The retarded clown is inside the barrel. To quote Papaw, "That boy ain't right."

Time to head out!

Dairy Queen!

The cutest little 5 yr old this side of the Mason Dixon....:)

Helloooo :)

"HAPPY BIIIIIIIRTHDAY, DEAR AMANDA!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOO YOU!!!!!"

A bunch of handsome boys! :P

Um. That's all I have to say...

Uh.....Um again??

"....Them girls ain't right." ;)

Hope y'all enjoyed. Come back and see us soon!

The Orange Blossom Song

I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow,
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin',
and the song birds say hello.

I want to wander over yonder, Pick the fruit that's hanging low,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the ocean breezes blow,
I want to cast my line on the falling tide,
Where the tarpon swim below.

I love the sunshine and the beaches, where the palms sway to and fro,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the Spanish moss hangs low,
Where the gators swim through the Everglades,
And the grand old live oaks grow.

I love the wildwoods, and the cities, and the friends I've come to know.
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow,
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin',
and the song birds say hello.

I want to wander over yonder, Pick the fruit that's hanging low,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

Here Is Home

Here is home, my blessed home.
Florida is her name.
God’s Providence has brought me here,
So here I will remain.

Here is home, my beautiful home,
Where God's creation sings
About the mighty power and grace
Of Jesus Christ our King.

Here is home, where in the Spring
The orange blossoms bloom,
And fill my senses to the brim
With their sweet perfume.

I love to hear the honey bees
Buzzing with all their might.
I love the clear, blue, cloudless sky,
And radiant stars at night.

Here is home, where Summer comes
With its burning heat,
Relentlessly providing us
With bugs and burning feet.

But when the Lord provides us
With a gentle shower,
It lifts the weary, wilted head
Of every wildflower.

Here is home, where in the Fall,
I don my scarves and sweater,
But really I don’t need them.
Cotton would do better.

No Autumn leaves are falling.
The trees are still quite green,
But a crisp, cool breeze is blowing,
And the days grow short, it seems.

Here is home, where Winter comes.
It's not so very cold,
But how I love to dig in the sand
My numb and barefoot toes!

In wintertime I love to eat
An orange from the tree.
Such a sweet and sticky treat.
Quite a delicacy!

Here is home where I am proud
To be a humble part
Of Florida's great, rich history,
And hold it near my heart.

The land on which I've tromped and played,
The Spanish settlers roam'd.
They called this place the “Land of Flowers,”
And here they made their home.

When war broke out between the States,
We proved our loyalty
To the precious Southern cause,
For God and Liberty!

Some folks call us “Florida Crackers.”
I'm proud to hold that name.
My ancestors were proud as well,
To call themselves the same.

Here is home, My home, sweet home,
Where life is at it's best.
Every day I thank the Lord,
For I am truly blessed!

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Sunday, June 19, 2011

Deep Sea Fishing!

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Rodeeodeeo! ;)