Doodlebug! Doodlebug!....

When I was a little boy, I can remember in our barn at Junction Hill, there were these funnel shaped holes everywhere.  Being the curious lad that I was and not having internet access yet, I went to a better source...Dad-net and Mom-net!  Of course they knew what they were...they were Doodlebug holes!  Now if you look this up on the internet some smartypants will call them "Antlions" but I trust Parent-net.  Just the name was not the end to the vast amount of information available on Parent-net.  Mom-net told us how to get the Doodlebug out of his hole!  Her instructions:
1) Be vewwy vewwy quiet...(oops...slipped into Elmer Fudd mode there!!) Be very quiet and slip up to a Doodlebug hole
2) Get your mouth a few inches above the Doodlebug hole
3) Repeat this phrase: 
Doodlebug! Doodlebug! come outta yer hole!
Yer house is on far (fire) and yer children are gone!

In a few seconds you would see the sand in the bottom of the hole start moving.  Occasionally sand would flip up in the bottom...but I never saw the Doodlebug come out to put out the fire at his house.....There were a lot of burning Doodlebug houses when I was a young-un!

It's memories like this that make me wonder why kids now days get so bored.  To my recollection, I never uttered the words "I'm bored" or "There's NOTHING to do".  God's world was(is) such a fascinating place and we made the most of discovering it!

Here's a couple of rhymes from the internet that might work to get the Doodlebug out of his hole.

"Doodlebug, doodlebug, come out of your hole.
I'll give you ten dollars and a bag of gold" 

(A slightly different or the correct version of my Doodlebug calling)
"Doodle Bug, Doodle Bug, fly away home
Your house is on fire and your kids are all gone".

"Doodle bug, doodle bug, I've been told
It's mighty impossible to get you out of your hole."

Do you have a "Doodlebug Rhyme"?  Don't know one?  Make one up!....  I'd appreciate seeing them in the comments!

Read more about Doodlebugs here

A New Deck

We decided this spring that we were going to build a deck.  The "we were going to build" does not necessarily mean that we (Tami and I) were going to build said deck.  Think of this statement as being somewhat like a recent news article when someone said "If they use gas on them that's a red line for me"....Because we found out that what he REALLY meant is it was a red line for the world......
But I digress... 
We were going to begin on Memorial Day weekend, building it ourselves (with help from Bubba, Son-in-law and sundry other relatives) but I made the wise decision to hire it built.  Brother Frank Rogers was contacted and agreed to build it but he began having some physical problems and had to back out. I contacted a couple of builders but it didn't work out for them to do the building.

I really wanted Brother Frank to build it since it would, in his words, "help him get a little money" to go to his mission work at the "Border Church" in McAllen, TX.  Let me say this about Brother Frank Rogers...the man eats, sleeps, breathes and bleeds Mission Work!  He is a prince of a man and I am privileged to call him a friend.

Would you believe that on the very day that I received an estimate from another builder, I also received a phone call from Brother Frank!  He was feeling better and thought he could start as soon as he finished up a fencing job!

He started last Wednesday and by Tuesday he said he should be completed.  Keep in mind as you look at the following pictures, Brother Frank is working almost exclusively by himself.  Grandpa Bean helped on Friday and I really appreciate it!

I put this picture on Facebook as me "Relaxing on my new deck"

Completed!!