tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13937701910478004562024-03-19T13:12:29.022-05:00The Front PorchThe best nooks and crannies of life are all found at home....RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-1223384726520334492022-08-09T13:41:00.001-05:002022-08-09T14:18:49.563-05:00Lost Puppy "Li'l Bit<div>Lost 9wk old 1/2Doberman puppy</div>If seen please text or call<div><b style="letter-spacing: 0.2px;"><i><u> 806 241 3780. </u></i></b></div><div><b style="letter-spacing: 0.2px;"><i><u><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifgWnZKmpV8ot4Lu-tU6Fvre9fkxf8SIc1d2QBRwDliaNoq00y5lZOJSvnh8jL8N73q3Z3NRN9dzy0ghzFfr4BAvhk8NY6eKz0zGqcwgp5CgK2ceUOt654cFt7s2ANT_u7ZzB5GbEMtLg/s1600/1660070468650322-0.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifgWnZKmpV8ot4Lu-tU6Fvre9fkxf8SIc1d2QBRwDliaNoq00y5lZOJSvnh8jL8N73q3Z3NRN9dzy0ghzFfr4BAvhk8NY6eKz0zGqcwgp5CgK2ceUOt654cFt7s2ANT_u7ZzB5GbEMtLg/s1600/1660070468650322-0.png" width="400">
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We started about 11 P.M. on a high hazy night by the loop near Hardwick, as we passed Bowie the snow was falling hard and fast and the houses were mostly hidden with the occasional dark mass just over there, by the time we got to Wester and never E of Quaker, the snow was starting to hit the 1" level. The swirling dizzying mass of flakes seemed impenetrable as I occasionally looked up from my rubber banding.<br />
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Soon we were headed E inside the S loop through all those curved streets and avenues where I had no understanding of the direction we were going nor the street or neighborhood. Needless to say our pace was a crawl and after a trip or two to 47 & Boston to reload, we finished up some 14 hours later with 8 or 10" of snow on the ground but those drifts. My driver was a goodun for sure.<br />
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I never threw papers again, and often wonder how I got lost in Lubbock.😂RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-12032913125319684862012-02-28T17:46:00.002-06:002012-02-28T17:48:51.469-06:003 Favorite phrases in my youthIf there ever was a man who could tatto an elephant it was C T Rhodes.<br />
If anyone who knew how best to play turnabout at a game of twisting toes it was Paul R Revier.<br />
My Grandmother Lucy always said 'If any youngster ever had possums run across his grave, it musta been you", Robert F Revier.RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-91866988247262675122011-12-26T01:44:00.001-06:002012-01-04T12:07:46.254-06:00<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Tonight, as I sat on the Front Porch to read,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Aloud into the night, some Frost, warm as t'is cold,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Even though I may feel a bit old</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">First my dog, Ole Jake, gives me cheer</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">By reminding me, with the cock of an ear,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">No matter what else I fear,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">there are some I am chosen to lead.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">For he goes and get's my mother dear </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">To open the door and set him loose</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Whence he comes to set a spell and listen--</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">'Til my wife takes pity and let's him back in;</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Telling me he's been awaiting on me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Says I, "I like an audience!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">But in he goes to a warm bed now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">So on I shout to the cold crystal sky </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">And the winged creature with a four foot span</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Who went who knows where just momments gone by.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Just then, dear John who happens nigh,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Called from the dark, "Robert! I was listening in!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">So I said, "Come on up, sit down, I have a chair."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">"I stood outside the lamp light for awhile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">I hope you don't care."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">"Not at all," I say with a smile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">"You read real good, I don't mind to say."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">"Well you can't go wrong with some Frosty hay, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Though his meter's apt to get a tad bit lost."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">So he asks for more, and on I drone, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">All about Maple, or Mabel, as she was known.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">There was one about a Christmas Tree,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">But before that 'The Path less Taken'. He,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">John, says he memorized it once and quotes the ending paragraph. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">So I read it and it makes us part as we laugh, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Later, now, I'm pictures loading down and up, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">As my wife gets ready to sleep I have sup't</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">At the table that my Lord has set,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">And I think this may be the best Chrismas yet!</span><br />
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<br />RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-69442433452665293432011-11-15T15:29:00.001-06:002011-11-15T15:29:04.554-06:00My Review of TORPEDO SELECTION 20 CIGAR SAMPLER 2&#45;FER<div class="hreview"><div class="item"><p><a href="http://www.thompsoncigar.com/product/TORPEDO-SELECTION-20-CIGAR-SAMPLER-2FER/77994.uts">Originally submitted at Thompson Cigar</a></p><div><img src="http://images.powerreviews.com/images_products/09/09/8300181_100.jpg" class="photo" align="left" style="margin: 0 0.5em 0 0"><p style="margin-top:0">From the famed factory of boutique artisan Felipe Gregorio, we bring you the 20 Cigar Torpedo Collection, a selection of the finest Torpedo-shaped cigars that Felipe has to offer. Get two each of 10 mild to medium-bodied brands: Vieja Hacienda, White Horse, Ferdinand Y Isabella, 809, Golden Class, ... </p></div><a href="http://www.thompsoncigar.com/product/TORPEDO-SELECTION-20-CIGAR-SAMPLER-2FER/77994.uts" style="display: none;" class="url fn"><span class="fn">TORPEDO SELECTION 20 CIGAR SAMPLER 2&#45;FER</span></a></div><br clear="left"><p><strong class="summary">Great Value!</strong></p><div>By <strong>RobeFRe</strong> from <strong>High Plains of West Texas</strong> on <strong><abbr title="20111115T1200-0800" class="dtreviewed" style="border: none; text-decoration: none;">11/15/2011</abbr></strong></div><p><div style="margin: 0.5em 0; height: 15px; width: 83px; background-image: url(http://images.powerreviews.com/images_merchants/stars/10498_stars_small.gif); background-position: 0px -144px;" class="prStars prStarsSmall"> </div></p><div style="display: none"><span class="rating">4</span>out of 5</div><p><strong>Pros: </strong>Great Flavor, Varied flavors, Easy To Light, Mostly good draws</p><p><strong>Cons: </strong>Occasional constr issue, Wrapper Imperfections</p><p><strong>Best Uses: </strong>Special Occasions, Everyday</p><p><strong>Describe Yourself: </strong>Aspiring Aficionado</p><p style="margin-top:1em" class="description">I enjoy an evening smoke, and these Torpedo samplers have allowed just the right variety and quality to keep things interesting and enjoyable for a relaxing hour or so on the porch with a good book, a clear sky and twinkling stars.</p><p style="margin-top:0.5em">(<a href="http://www.powerreviews.com/legal/terms_of_use.html" rel="license">legalese</a>)</p></div>RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-78613378111364354732011-10-26T12:55:00.001-05:002011-10-26T13:09:26.417-05:00Clerihew # 1 (see previous post) On Life and family<br />
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Dr. Rick Davis,<br />
is no traves-<br />
ty,<br />
But in his own bailiwick, catches and throws and homers like Napoli!<br />
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<li>It is biographical and usually whimsical, showing the subject from an unusual point of view; it pokes fun at mostly famous people</li>
<li>It has four lines of irregular length and metre (for comic effect)</li>
<li>The rhyme structure is AABB; the subject matter and wording are often humorously contrived in order to achieve a rhyme</li>
<li>The first line contains, and may consist solely of, the subject's name.</li>
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RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-17759719499349671962010-12-30T14:43:00.000-06:002010-12-30T14:43:03.604-06:00I Cruise to the Western CarribeanWhatever good can come from warm sea breezes, the gentle rocking of a large ship streaming its way from one balmy port to another, continual and constant care and provision, the mystery of an upcoming exotic encounter, and the compay of good friends came my way Saturday, November 20th, 2010 at 2:00 O'Clock in the afternoon. A fun time, great food, good companionship, and <br />
great expectations and tremendous realizations were all to be had over the next seven, count'em, 7 days. <br />
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From boarding the Carnival Cruise Ship Liberty, berthed in Miami, Florida to castoff, to portside and excursions in and around San Miguel, Cozumel, Mexico; Georgetown, Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands; Ocho Rios, Jamaica; and home again to Miami, Flolrida, there was not a bad moment to be found. Tropical breezes, marine life, ancient civilations art and architecture, progression and development through history, cultural discoveries, underwater endeavours, Carribean music, cooking, colors, and the distinct terra, flora amd fauna of the region all combined to excite the senses and to sate the anticipation of this wide eyed wondering wandering 'tourista' from the flatlands of the Texan High Plains. Some 900 pictures plus were snapped and while many did not make the editors cut, most have and there story may be viewed at the Picasa site. Please feel free to visit and view the link below:<br />
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<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/RobertFRevier/Cruise2010#">Cruise 2010 in pics</a> <br />
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"Blue Agave" Robert "Tortuga" Franklin "I be Jammin'" RevierRobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-48836654786577896642010-12-29T15:14:00.001-06:002010-12-29T17:38:12.782-06:00Family Christmas 2010Described by Momma Nell:<br />
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The Following is a recap of our Christmas week at the Revier Home<br />
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Christmas of 2010 or 164 Hours of Christmas<br />
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With most of the decorations up, packages wrapped, food bought, it was time to sit and <br />
wait for the Happenings. Alice had prepared supper for the crowd (there was enough <br />
Talagrina for an army) but only Paula and David M. were here to enjoy it. I must say, <br />
Alice has now outdone the cook with the original recipe. The Mickeys arrived late Sunday <br />
afternoon, 20th of Dec. and Robert had gone caroling with his church.<br />
Kathy was working and Nell just being Queen of the Territory! <br />
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Monday some of us were up early but not all as sleep on vacation is a great thing. Paula <br />
and David were resting at Holiday Inn. Pacer arrived in time to go shopping on his own <br />
Monday while Alice, Paula, David, Austyn and Bailei went shopping also. Right size was <br />
the important thing with clothes to be bought for Christmas Dinner wearing of the little <br />
girls. Pacer, David M. and Robert serenaded us with guitar playing for the evening. <br />
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Tuesday found Nell going to Lockney to get Bailie's "Trunki" from a flower shop <br />
there. Leslie was visited and trip was not long.<br />
Supper was from Pizza Hut with two kinds of yummy Lasagna as well as pizza on the table <br />
with Alice, Austyn, Bailei, Pacer Robert, Kathy, Nell and the Mickeys enjoying it all.<br />
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Wednesday we were pretty scattered as Paula and D.M. were getting hair cuts from Profile <br />
Salon and eating with the Hudmans as well as sharing presents with the Mickey/Hudman <br />
family. They told me that Garth and Gavin were adorable.<br />
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Thursday was to be our Christmas Dinner [at noon} as well as the Tree. The Katy Revier's <br />
drove all night to get here for the festivities. Alice, Jory, Keisha and girls brought <br />
much of the dinner to go with the turkey that Robert had prepared. The menu consisted of <br />
Roasted Turkey (of course}, dressing, green bean casserole, potatoes, stuffed pumpkin (or <br />
cooked fruit salad), cranberry sauce, gravy and hot rolls. Dessert was to die for: <br />
pecan pie, choc. cake, pumpkin cake, whipped cream and most any kind of candy.<br />
All in all we had 15 adults and two children around the two tables. <br />
Lively and entertaining for sure. <br />
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After the dinner, we all stood up, waddled around then took a seat for the gifting of the <br />
tree presents. Of course, Austyn and Bailei were the center of attraction with their <br />
presents being opened first while still dressed in their new Christmas clothes to look <br />
festive.<br />
Jory had to be at work at 4 PM so he and Keisha left the little ones here to enjoy the <br />
rest of the day and evening with the family. It was great! Later Alice took two very <br />
tired little girls home, Sharon and Sarah went to same hotel that P and D were in. Pacer, <br />
Daniel and David found places to sleep upstairs and all was pretty quiet for a few hours. <br />
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Friday was not an early arising day as we were all pretty tired at the hostel. Daniel <br />
and Pacer did get up to eat breakfast with Paula and David at the Hotel where Sarah <br />
joined them. Then the San Antonio troop was off to the southern part of the state while <br />
Pacer set off to meet up with his hunting buddies. Perhaps this time he will get a deer <br />
or bear or whatever he is looking to find. Daniel returned to the Revier Casa for a nap.<br />
Alice brought the girls out to play and be noticed. Then at 6 PM we all gathered at <br />
Shadow Hills Church for the Christmas Eve Service. Robert was well represented with his <br />
family filling a whole pew. Sarah and Daniel took over the "controlling" of <br />
Austyn and Bailei. They both did very well for the short service. Bailei did a good job <br />
coloring on the floor while Austyn sat between her chaperons.<br />
We came back to the big house for tamales, chips and dips. Then we played a game of <br />
filling in the blanks with adjectives and nouns to make an interesting Christmas story <br />
when read orally. All too funny. Sharon had some neat things for the little girls to do <br />
with ink stamps. Brave soul, that Sharon, with patience to help little fingers. Then <br />
before the melt down for the girls, Sharon gave each one a large sack with special toys <br />
in it. It was time for Alice to take two tired, excited girls home to wait for a visit <br />
from Santa.<br />
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Saturday was pick up, fix up and get things put together that needed to be assembled. <br />
Then at 4 PM, Kathy's daughter, Kay-Kay arrived with her son, Heath and daughters M'Kayla <br />
and Mandy. Brad, the husband, didn't come out this year. So another dinner was on the <br />
table with a tree to follow. <br />
Sharon had her paint ready for Mandy to make a stained-glass hanging for our living room. <br />
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Saturday night was well slept and all were rested for the Sunday drive home to Katy. A <br />
lunch was placed on the kitchen counter and each one "fixed" his/her own as <br />
wanted. That took care of some of the left over turkey, ham, dressing, gravy etc. Alice <br />
brought Chicken Nuggets to Sarah.<br />
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Soon it was time to pack the car and say our goodbyes so the Katy Reviers with Charity, <br />
the yappy dog, could be on their way. By the way, Charity put the fear of whatever dogs <br />
have in Jake, the fence jumper. He just wasn't sure about her. Strawberry wasn't <br />
concerned as she is not in the house much. Each dog had a special doggy chewy treat for <br />
Christmas. <br />
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A good visit, lots of gifts and many more memories were made during the time spent at the <br />
Revier Home and the weather cooperating. We can all be thankful for the season of <br />
Hope/Love that has been given for our asking. <br />
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Nell Revier<br />
December 27, 2010<br />
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For the picture review, click on the picture below...<br />
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As the others arrived, we began to pitch our tents and and wonder about the wandering about. One of the first items was to visit the small lake or large pond. A good time was had by all in splashing and wadiing even swimming in the fresh and bracing water as air temps climbed somewhere around 90' F. In the evening we enjoyed a meal of wiener dogs and beans and a round of stories and observatiojns of the wilds at night. The brightness of the stars, the normally unnoticed Milky Way, and the relieving slight breeze which seemed to keep the mosquitoes at bay. <br />
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As evening waxed into nightfall excitement was replaced with drowsiness and we all began to head for nod, But befoprehand I pulled out my pots and pnas and began to ready them for the expected use in the coming couple of days and nights, they did need a bit of curing after an extended time of disuse. cont'd laterRobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-42016051034618810212010-08-31T00:33:00.000-05:002010-08-31T00:33:30.824-05:00Mandy's 7th Birth Day 2010<a href="http://goo.gl/photos/7Bty" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tuTY5eY_1ys/THyNfqPXg7E/AAAAAAAADJk/-809IFeIPZM/s160-c/MandyBD2010.jpg"></a>RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-74153026606500760422010-08-31T00:25:00.001-05:002010-08-31T00:39:04.145-05:00Anniversary tripSo I thought I would take my wife to a nice little out of the way place...wow what a treat! First the movies at Midway Drive In Theater Near Valley 'tween Turkey and Quitaque to see <u>Cats and Dogs</u>, then all around Paducah and Turkey on Saturday, and a street dance to boot scoot to. But very definitely the Matador Hotel Bed and scrumdiliumptious Breakfast was one of the <i><b>BEST</i></b> expereinces we have had.<br />
On the way home I had to stop at Silver Falls to see and hear the water and look for crawdaddys but alas too much summer since the rains. Yet it was green and shady! <br />
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Here is a link to a few pics.<br />
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<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/RobertFRevier/4Matador2010#">http://picasaweb.google.com/RobertFRevier/4Matador2010#</a>RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-63190859564422779822010-02-24T12:32:00.001-06:002010-02-24T12:32:27.944-06:00TTUISD Graduate Skates His Way to the Olympics<a href=http://today.ttu.edu/2010/02/ttuisd-graduate-skates-his-way-to-the-olympics/>TTUISD Graduate Skates His Way to the Olympics</a><br /><br />Posted using <a href="http://sharethis.com">ShareThis</a>RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-12105137279717731232010-02-09T00:29:00.003-06:002010-02-15T23:54:30.813-06:00Remembering the SmileRemembering the smile <br />
I had a friend. We were not always on speaking terms, because of time, distance or an infrequent disagreement, but I had a friend. His name was Smiley. Short for Ismael Garcia. He showed up around the front porch sometime after my brother Tommie died and God told me I could live with that. God had already put Smiley in my path. <br />
His father left Ft Stockton before Smiley was born, and Smiley was a couple of years older than I am, and brought his mother and siblings up North to Lubbock. There Arturo, his father, could be observed by my dad plowing the straightest rows and keeping the cleanest fields dad had ever seen. His mother Mary could come to my grandmother's house and help her out there, and his sisters, Patsy, could come over and babysit some cousins, or help with the furniture dusting and such as might be around, or Nancy might ride by way out back on her way to find Mandy and Arthur at the Mercado's, and there he was, in my Grandmother's front yard, inspecting a hummingbird nest, or old rusty broken piece of metal. <br />
Smiley was inquisitive, observant, laughing, respectful, creative, knowledgeable, going somewhere. Did I say respectful? I knew we would be friends. And so we were. Regular adventurers, you know Roy and Gabby, Lone Ranger and Tonto, Mutt and Jeff, I think I recall hearing the most. My new older brother taught me all the things a young man child needed to know to get along in an outside countryfied world of dirt and trees and cotton fields. We kicked rocks, we threw rocks, we sticked rocks, we fought ant hills and poked ground squirrel holes, observed horned toads, and stepped ever so carefully, expert style, down into full irrigation ditches, and packed mud and dirt and rocks and sticks and every combination and composition we could think of, until at last he, yes he alone (except me later) was able to plug up that irrigation tube so it would not run water without a good scrubbing. We, wisely beyond our years and experience, if you know what I mean (wink wink nod nod) called that 'plugging holes'. <br />
You know through all of this, we talked and wondered aloud and figured and surmised and shared and planned and schemed, and until today I never thought there might be a time when we would not be able to talk together, over coffee, over the phone, in front of the TV, or somewhere. But now he has gone on ahead of me to that great gathering behind the sky, and I guess I will have to wait for his excited revelations such as 'Hey there Mr. Dillon, you know if we get to the gun show in the first hour we can get in for a discount', and his short storied inanities 'Hey Rhobert, you know down there in Ft Stockton they don't mess with mowing the grass 'cause they don't have enough H2O to make it grow.', and his amazing dialectic mimicry 'Yavold mein fuhrer, ein spregen ze deutch!' or 'I say old man, is that a high water trowser or a short pant you have on there?', or some Bombay Indian voice and an Irish leprechaun I cannot get anywhere close to, and a dozen others, and that hardly scratches the surface of his repertoire, his talent, nor his spirit. But now I will have to wait. <br />
You know we grew up and found our separate interests, he became Mel, Mel finished 30 years with the same company(Tech U) when most just float around, here and there changing jobs like underwear. So when we got back together a few or more times it was amazing how little had actually changed, and how great it was to have a buddy who could respect the history of the place where I grew up, and knew most of the ghosts who came floating around, and if not by name at least by sight or sound or smell. So to hear and enjoy that voice full of cheer and awe and obscure facts and curious musings, I will have to wait, wait 'til that day when, ready or not, I go to that great gathering behind the sky. <br />
Hopefully, if not the first voice after arriving, at least sooner than most, I will hear Smiley ask something like, 'You ever watch geese flying, you've seen that lopsided V they make, they always fly in a lopsided V? Why is that?’...and I will fall for it--cause timing is the key and Ismael had timing, 'I don't know why?', I’ll say. Then he’ll proffer,‘They fly in a lopsided V because there are more geese in the one side than the other!' followed quickly by, 'Sheesh! dont ya know anything?!' <br />
Smiley was ready, he might not have wanted to go just now, but he was ready, I know ‘cause I asked him a while back. Ya know what he told me? He told me Jesus was the Lord and Saviour of his life, and that Jesus had forgiven him his sins. <br />
Are you ready? Have you found Jesus in your heart? Have you looked? If you have, have you told somebody? Why dont you admit Jesus, and you (maybe you in New York, or California, or Dallas, or even Europe, and me here in Lubbock), we’ll wait and we'll see that smile again, we'll hear that laugh again, we'll be lifted by that immutable spirit that only God could give to Ismael Garcia my friend, my brother. <br />
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Run long and hard Wolf Paw. May the grass pad your path, the breeze fill your nostril, the wind be at your back, the dew be fountain for your thirst, the sun keep the chill from your hide and meat slow and easy to catch.RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-67056917453674803932010-01-28T15:45:00.002-06:002010-01-28T17:35:57.230-06:00Snow Pics before the Snowstorm 1/28/2010<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblEFxHK9tUIu8XmfkOlVpXVKbOu0CHXzNyyTP-YWWNk3rKTHpT69Drc_JXyT2FnW7EhdIzdx2TtK9TMSnPjJ8botfcq3-KgFoy0JGStq3UTa2xubtvk3v6J1QPI9mrj1MZmSfTe7e7V0/s1600-h/DSCN2039.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblEFxHK9tUIu8XmfkOlVpXVKbOu0CHXzNyyTP-YWWNk3rKTHpT69Drc_JXyT2FnW7EhdIzdx2TtK9TMSnPjJ8botfcq3-KgFoy0JGStq3UTa2xubtvk3v6J1QPI9mrj1MZmSfTe7e7V0/s320/DSCN2039.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> <br />
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http://picasaweb.google.com/RobertFRevier/Jan28snow2010#RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-44020586395244755512010-01-28T15:26:00.001-06:002010-01-28T15:29:50.578-06:00Sleet+Snow+Wind:::>Damage<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfg-V54uhtPSiDRkiCkxHBSxb0shnMcSxC9HEiXUqmKduwtkKZ-qr0GSjVUqDekOFYyax3zhJufF2btfPM3qUg3lhUK4-HsA9i4ej048Qww6gMXIyn41D2GCqLTLkKAroPj3v_PerIPks/s1600-h/DSCN2039.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfg-V54uhtPSiDRkiCkxHBSxb0shnMcSxC9HEiXUqmKduwtkKZ-qr0GSjVUqDekOFYyax3zhJufF2btfPM3qUg3lhUK4-HsA9i4ej048Qww6gMXIyn41D2GCqLTLkKAroPj3v_PerIPks/s320/DSCN2039.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />
These trees have been here all my life, I climbed them as a child 50 years ago-never quite reaching the top, it just seemed too far up-and while they have on occasion lost a limb or two, I do not think there has ever been this much damage all at once. Now I can bend over and touch the top.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-58659441901797865592009-12-01T11:54:00.000-06:002009-12-01T11:55:04.002-06:00December First Dusting<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlnSppFyR4Vtqr1PKoihyphenhyphenqWbJ7GfTwGjmS1uDUplqTv6lOJCja69Qj_BSUBEjBw4DQ_hljdCYujvW7e8X_zTwUE2VFeuCwBATjAgEBijhE1slxBMFQbaextW9Oj8Yg3GTT9ScUsa2IGq4/s1600/DSCN1698.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlnSppFyR4Vtqr1PKoihyphenhyphenqWbJ7GfTwGjmS1uDUplqTv6lOJCja69Qj_BSUBEjBw4DQ_hljdCYujvW7e8X_zTwUE2VFeuCwBATjAgEBijhE1slxBMFQbaextW9Oj8Yg3GTT9ScUsa2IGq4/s320/DSCN1698.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> <br /><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUsCfCKYguWSXcb10lOWXFjaotsQGuaYAUo8SUblqNHR-02fAvDEwjQZ5dQin4s01JL5fapxHqjbbAZonKAiIhGCIH7wCv4Lo9uiv2jOZeRwn5evoH0SDA4qLMaxiMX0W7BzwIBOam0RY/s1600/DSCN1699.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUsCfCKYguWSXcb10lOWXFjaotsQGuaYAUo8SUblqNHR-02fAvDEwjQZ5dQin4s01JL5fapxHqjbbAZonKAiIhGCIH7wCv4Lo9uiv2jOZeRwn5evoH0SDA4qLMaxiMX0W7BzwIBOam0RY/s320/DSCN1699.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> <br /><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-w8VS42pWWwZOZLh9jGPVau6GT6t5RgeNVEYQ-La_S9vPT1-tUaH8xdepPw0oAeUF8IfJ-5nv-iGrRKwhrohWue2YzSh6BjHl_71vm_xIDO3rpvyeFnqr2oWUjplDZQ6L0VfdMKKBF2s/s1600/DSCN1700.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-w8VS42pWWwZOZLh9jGPVau6GT6t5RgeNVEYQ-La_S9vPT1-tUaH8xdepPw0oAeUF8IfJ-5nv-iGrRKwhrohWue2YzSh6BjHl_71vm_xIDO3rpvyeFnqr2oWUjplDZQ6L0VfdMKKBF2s/s320/DSCN1700.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> <br /><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9rRaKluyInVHYwJjtjOG-yJwg5KuVlV1EWLYQSXccSaF6cBAol01yrnyk49bzgJTTOwGzxAV6T0633xgETw0psMLf0Jpzad4T9vQRB_bTCeQ5D-6ucE3NMe2u0tIrQklOY1U-3kEx_YI/s1600/DSCN1701.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9rRaKluyInVHYwJjtjOG-yJwg5KuVlV1EWLYQSXccSaF6cBAol01yrnyk49bzgJTTOwGzxAV6T0633xgETw0psMLf0Jpzad4T9vQRB_bTCeQ5D-6ucE3NMe2u0tIrQklOY1U-3kEx_YI/s320/DSCN1701.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> <br /><br /><br />Cold Silent Beautiful<div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-15516414048468223872009-11-12T22:04:00.001-06:002009-11-12T22:10:52.858-06:00Up around the bendWe ought walk together and talk together and get quiet all together, <br />
yet we never know just what it is that's layin' up around the bend.<br />
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So we walk together and talk together and get quiet together,<br />
so that we can sure remember just where it might be that we prob'ly been.<br />
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Then we walk away and part our ways awhile and quit us each to his own,<br />
and we see what it is that was calling to us from up around the bend.<br />
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And we walk together and talk together and get loud with each other,<br />
and again we find just what it is that we thought we could never have lost.<br />
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So life is that we can walk and talk and laugh and sit a spell together,<br />
until we're pert sure we know just what it is that lies up around the bend.<br />
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Around the bend, farther along, down the road apiece, we will find that joy<br />
we look for when like Johnny we plant a seed and whistle to the big end.<br />
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So talk together and walk together and get quiet a bit together <br />
and soon you and I can see the smile is just up on both ends of the bend.RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-69122728934233976302009-10-05T11:39:00.000-05:002009-10-05T11:39:39.699-05:00Can it be?As recently as September 30, 2009 we, my pastor and several members of the church were discussing among other thigs, God's manifestatioin in our lives. Surely it wasn't just me. Then on Friday following that Wednesday i called the pastor to discuss a little further what I had uncovered in my study relating to the Hebrew resistance to the idea that Christ has already come based in Isaiah the second chapter which relates that the expected one will usher in an age of peace. <br />
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I have this 'new' watch. It is only three months old. It has too many bells and whixtles and is very large and cumbersome even on my large frame. The digital portion of its functions quit in its second week.<br />
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So I had called Dr. Rogers and surmised to him to him that while verse 4 seems to require peace at the Messiah's coming, previously in verse 2 is a description of the establishment of God's House on a high mountain, similar in connotation to that descent of the New Zion. The desscending of Zion has traditionally been connectred to Messiah's self prophecy of His second coming. It made profound sense to me, and simple Friday morning philosophy to Dr. Randy.<br />
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As I hung up I glanced at my watch to check the time on the swinging hands and noticed amazing rejubenation to the digital portion of my watch.RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-31977061875200775672009-08-19T10:48:00.000-05:002009-08-20T21:26:32.070-05:00Stardate: 08192009ADMickey M. sits gazing into her eyes, knowing there has never been, and there is no, and there never will be another so fair and precious and beautiful as the one from whose limpid pools of sparkle and light he fertively draws his very essence. It seems to emanate from their glance. He has no other view but this, no other time but this, all action is paused for this: he begins a smoothe quick glide to his left and KISS KISS KISS...Minnie M. of course gathers his gaze as one picking big sweet delicious juicy apples, enchanted by his proffer and with her own return squeals quietly in delight. Mission accomplished! <br /><br />I love my wife I believe since the beginning of time, today, of course, more than before because now I know her, and tomorrow because I cannot but do so.<br /><br />Thank you, my love, thank you for our time, thank you for your love!<br /><br />Robert to Kathy hers always and foreverRobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-64553798515289896992009-06-05T00:18:00.000-05:002009-06-05T00:47:37.629-05:00FishersThere is actually a group of Fishers in my family tree. They are found somewhere on my Mother's father's branch. But the real point of this point is a phrase my grandfather, I called him Charlie, everybody else called him Chas but us grandchildren called him Charlie, used to repeat from the bible. Jesus said it to Simon and Andrew and James and John. To wit Mark 1:17"Come, follow me," Jesus said, "and I will make you fishers of men." The search did not find this but there it is just as I remember it. Fishers of men. To men who were fishers of fish. In another Gospel he teaches them how to fish for fish and then calls them. It is the way He left them also by helping them catch a great catch. <br /><br />So there must be something to this fishing thing for followers of Christ. I remember the days of planning and dreaming, the hours of preparing, the hours of driving and the hours of sitting and waiting for that nibble and wondering if the fish had gone home or were just hiding under the ripples and waves laughing at me. But it was all worth it when the right fish came by for the right bait and wham the line tautened and the reel buzzed. After a few failures the line didn't break and the fish didn't drop the hook and in came the cacth. Netted and stringered without flipping back into the water. Though it did take some time and effort to get there, there was nothing like the exuberance of landing that first one and even the second one or even one today. <br /><br />Charlie loved to fish, and though he may have not caught many the last time he was already to go the next time. He had an encyclopedic mind of all the nooks and crannies and bends and pools he had ever fished and they must have been legion.<br /><br />I think more than fishing Charlie loved to read his Bible and help me understand the love of God as best he could. A lot of people thought Chas was the best teacher they had had. I tend to agree with 'em. patience and perseverence, kindness, love, joy, peace, goodness, gentleness, self control. God put fish on the Earth to teach us how to be fishers of men.<br /><br />Go fishing!RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-31425741813969723202009-05-28T10:20:00.000-05:002009-05-28T10:22:54.978-05:00Money over Heart?Archie!<br /><br />Archie!<br /><br />Archie!<br /><br />Bettie will ever be the same--Veronica won't(at least not for you).RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393770191047800456.post-61269086684222520162009-01-15T11:32:00.000-06:002009-01-15T12:48:03.980-06:00Steps to God's Eternal Spirit (prologue to Front Porch I)When I was young, so young I only remember the sense of my life, not so much the particular, I became alone, or if not alone at least lonely. My constant companion, my protector, my bud, my teacher, my older brother was taken from me in a terrible boating accident. I was left lonely if not alone. My father was left distracted, if not alone. My mother was disheartened, if not alone. My grandparents were bewildered, if not alone. My Great Aunts and Uncles befuddled, if not so alone.<br /><br /> 'Where? Where is Tommy', I ask. 'He's not here.' 'Where is he?',<br /> I return. 'He went away.' 'Can I go?', I pursue. 'No!!' 'Why?', <br /> I demand.<br /><br /> 'Why don't we read?'<br /><br /> 'yieahhhowoooaahhh!' I protest.<br /><br /> 'Your father, Paul, thinks he is a 'Jonah'.'<br /><br /> I learn about fish.<br /><br /> 'One grandfather thinks he is a 'Peter'.'<br /><br /> I learn more about fish. <br /><br /> 'The other thinks he is a 'Job'.'<br /><br /> I learn about loss.<br /><br /> 'One uncle is a lot like 'Saul of Tarsus'.'<br /><br /> I learn about cost.<br /><br /> 'The other thinks he is a 'Matthew'.'<br /><br /> I learn about opportunity. <br /><br /> 'Your great auntie thinks she is an 'Esther'.'<br /><br /> I learn about courage. <br /><br /> 'Your mother and grandmothers are a lot like 'Mary'.'<br /><br /> 'I learn about purity patience and love.<br /><br /> 'Your cousin thinks he is a 'King Saul'.'<br /> <br /> I learn about death.<br /><br /> 'Your aunts are a lot like Mary and Martha.'<br /><br /> I learn about sevice and humility. <br /> <br /> 'Your great uncle thinks he is a Benjamite and a Lazarus!'<br /><br /> '<b>Oh no he didn't</b>!' I hear?!<br /><br /> <b>'When will I see Tommy?',</b> I respond.<br /><br /> 'Tommy is with Jesus'! they tell me, the Good News!<br /><br /> How can I not?<br /><br /> 'Now you need to tell someone!'<br /><br /> 'I told you!?'<br /><br /> 'Is there anyone else?' <br /><br />I rush out the door onto the Front Porch and as I descend the steps to the ground between me and the known Mission field, feet peddling fast and hard and constant, ...One..., dressed in a white flowing robe with golden borders, places an eternal hand on my shoulder, tells me softly and tenderly and confidently (my feet flying), '<b>I will be with you always</b>! in a moment frozen to stillness, and on across the yard '<b>.Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Guess what</b>!?'... <br /><br />I often pause on the Front Porch and wanderingly wonder 'Am I alone?'<br /><br />The response, 'Are you still?'...'Are my feet flying?',...RobeFRehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01067202010232214130noreply@blogger.com0