Thanksgiving Potluck dinner at work

So yummy!!!

This is the Buffalo chicken casserole 

I made for our Thanksgiving Dinner at work.

Ballet

Seems I never really stuck with anything sporty when I was young.  My daddy was a baseball pitcher back in the 30's-40's.  He could have signed to the majors but, number 1, way back then playing professional sports wasn't at all like what is today.  Maybe that is a good thing.  And secondly, Maynard's really didn't leave Corntassel.  Or at least very far, permanently.

My brother Gary Maynard. 1966'ish

In high school my brother Gary played football for the Vonore Blue Devils. My sister Sharon played basketball for the Vonore Blue Devils and my sister Lynette was a cheerleader for the....Vonore Blue Devils.
(Check back for photos of my beautiful sisters and their sports.  They've not shared those yet.)

My sister Sharon. 1969

Me? I just seemed to flit around. One year with batton.   One or two  years with clogging.  (I really loved clogging.)  Couple years middle school cheering.  One year at ballet.  I'm not sure but maybe the age difference had something to play in the fact I wasn't involved in sports as they were.  The three were in high school and enjoying things at the same time. I was 20 years younger than Gary. Lynette was closest to my age and she was fifteen years older than I.  So in life experiences I was much like an only child.  I did have my nephew Jamey.  He is 10 months older than I and at our house practically all the time.  But we went to different schools till fifth grade when I switched from Vonore to Madisonville.

Batton recital at Hiwassee 

College. I was around 4????

I was spot on!  Ready to go!  Trying to stand just so.... perfect.

My 5th grade year, my first year at Madisonville Middle School, and the first grade of the four year middle school, I decided to try out for the basketball team.  Not really sure why.  I wanted to make it so bad! I had never played in my life but practiced everyday for the two week tryouts.

When I didn't make the cut Coach Tate came up to me and said, "Marna. You're just too little this year.  Make sure to try out again next year.  Okay?".

It felt good to have him tell me that, in so many words, being a stick who weighed probably 45 pounds was why I didn't make the team.  Not the fact that I was a gangly, little, tiny, two left footed mess of a girl.  I never tried out for basketball again.  Maybe I just wanted to cling to the myth in my head that I could be a basketball star if I weren't so small, not from the fact that I was very un-athletic and my best sports were badminton,  rolly bat and four person baseball.   Although gangly looking at those.

I believe that maybe the reason I stuck with no hobby, other than reading, is perfectionism.   If I wasn't great at something the first time I tried it I didn't continue past the season I signed up for. I expected too much of myself. I expected to be perfect even if it was my first go at trying something new.

Ballet. My ballet recital. My memory has always been horrible, but I remember getting to Hiwassee College for the recital.   All the other little girls had makeup on. A lot! Stage makeup I suppose.

My mom noticed I was upset and I was worried because I didn't have makeup like the other girls.   Mom didn't wear make up other than lipstick.  Momma pulled her lipstick from her purse and said, "Marna, come here".  Mom took the lipstick and put some on my lips and cheeks and a bit on my eyelids.

Momma always made everything better.  As mothers should.  After 23 years I still miss her.  There are so many times I wish she were here, beside me, to pull out a tube of lipstick to make it all better......

GSP

Me..."GPS has to win. He has to go out a legend."

Chris..."No. Hendricks is going all the way".

Me..."Hendricks doesn't have star potential. Gatoraide would never get behind him".

Chris..."Marna, it's poweraide". (GPS backer)

Yearnings

Beautiful spring flowers....

Drown

Just so happen that my car battery died during a rain last week. Chris came by the office to leave me the truck while he boosted the car to take it to pick up a battery.

As he was walking out he told the ladies out front he was going to go get the battery so "my wife doesn't get wet".

There was a man and woman standing at the counter being helped with tax relief who said "I'd let her drown".

Ha!

A day down on the farm

Ada Monroe looking for meal

Me and my yearling filly

Spooky Doo Bee Doo

Water hoses are the

bane to my existence. 

 Spooky Doo Bee Doo

Love my Carhart gear. But not really the

work that goes along with it. I must say the stalls  i work on are the best.  Wish I could be motivated to clean my house like that.

Maybe I could curl

Up in them on the couch and watch movies in my carharts....

Chris has a new wheelbarrow 

but he makes me use the old.

The past.....

Seems many want to live in the past. Good and bad.  Often those in our past receive all the blame for what is happening in the present.  Could the tendency for us to blame people in the past stem from fear of the unknown of what may happen if there is no blame game?  Or could it be we are just afraid to live in the now, without pointing to the past,  for fear that decisions we make will, in the future, be blamed on us?

Could it be......

Last day on lake this year???

Share Again

Daddy didn't keep a lot of things from the war. But the things he did were pretty profound when you think of them. I love "Scuttlebutt"- the poem.

It's Veterans Day so I thought this is perfect to share again.


Young fellow in the navy, when the talk begins to flow,
And you’ll find it does, my hearty, wheresoever you may go,
You will hear it in your quarters and you’ll hear it fore and aft;
They will tell you who is coming and who’s due to leave the craft.
Just remember mouths of sailors very seldom long are shut
And unfounded conversation is what’s know as “Scuttlebutt!”
When some “hasher” starts relating what he’s heard a “Striper” say,
Take it in, if you’ve a mind to, but don’t carry it away!
When the women get to talking, and it’s certain that they will,
Just remember sailors’ ladies are not famed for sitting still.
When you hit the sack, forget it! Better far your throat were cut
Than to use it to be spreading what is known as “Scuttlebutt!”
There’s a constant flow of chatter both ashore and far at sea
Touching when and where you’re bound for and what will or will not be,
But remember, boy, no matter what it is you may have hear;
In the navy nothing’s certain till the skipper gives “the word.”
Only brass hats know what’s doing. On the bridge alone they strut,
But from them you get your orders. All the rest is “Scuttlebutt!”


“Edgar Guest.”

Checker Board

Checkered Board 2013

Back in the 70's my uncle, daddy's brother hand made the younger kids a checker board.  Checkers were very important to the Maynards. I still have mine and cherish it. The board is good, solid wood and there is no telling how many hours it must have taken him to create one let alone enough for us little ones. 

1986. Checker board on floor.

Pitch Perfect

Chris and I are hopelessly addicted to this movie! 

I've lost count of how many times we've watched it.

The Walking Dead chair

The infected sick people with the flu on "The Walking Dead" are separated in the prison from the healthy. There is a glass window people who are well talk with flu victims.   I find it very interesting that window was a viewing window for executions within the prison before zombie times.  The execution table is in the back ground.   Maybe by the creator of "The Walking Dead" for symbolic reasons of something???

Alike sisters

My sister and I are a lot alike.  We both stay up half the night. 

Course she's retired.....

UFC 167

Yes....I think so.

Good day...

Good day......

Started with visiting my 91 year old aunt Charlsie with my sister.

Then to the lake with friends.

Then to eat wings with friends.

2013 Veteran's Day Weekend

So very proud my daddy Glen J Maynard served in the Navy in the Pacific during World War II.  

Daddy didn't have a middle name but had to in order to join the Navy. They gave him the initial J.  But it doesn't have a name with the J.  It's just a plain old J....

US Naval Forces China office

This pic is of my daddy in World War I I in the Navy in Pacific.  I've always wondered where exactly where this photo was taken.  Maybe a school or orphanage in China.  It's always been one of my favorites.  Love the grin on dad's face

 I have so many questions now that I'm older.  So wish I had daddy here to talk to about em.

One of my favorites.  Photo from dad's ship with another ship way off in background in rough water. This pic just seems all encompassing of the war.

Always something down on the farm...

Love farming life but maintenance and repair seem never ending.

This is what a fence looks like after a watering tank crashes through because it broke loose from the four wheeler.

This is said offending water tank. It was unhurt. Wish the same could be said about the fence.

But thankfully it wasn't the Kiser Drag that crashed.  Our luck it would have been damaged and it's an essential part of every day work round here.

New License Plate

Had to get new tags in September.  The Predators purple tag had to be traded for gold. Didn't want to but had to. I really, really, really don't like the new.  Wonder if I can trade it for my old breast cancer tag....