tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912921789859222322011-12-19T10:37:15.029-06:00Splashes of Yesterday ♥ Sprinkled with Today ♥ Dashing Toward Tomorrow♥ Boomer ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/11304000268484230167noreply@blogger.comBlogger2971100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291292178985922232.post-42309098140310677672011-11-18T12:56:00.001-06:002011-11-18T12:59:38.614-06:00

Thank goodness, there are family and friends who will "hold down the fort" (the home-front) while we travel.  And that's what we are preparing to do:  travel. But, while I am excited about getting to see our little ones who live so far away ... (19-hour road trip) ... ... I am antsy at the same time.  This hasn't been the greatest month when it comes to my being in the car. It started out

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I blogged about this accident in 2008, but tonight, I decided to take it a step further and share some photos.  The reason?  Several times since this happened to me, I have felt compelled to share the huge lesson I learned.  Every time people heard it, they expressed gratitude - immediately going home to "change the band-aid" or call their friend and make sure the wound was dry. ***PLEASE READ NO

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Just quick note here tonight.  Our trip to Aledo this afternoon was long.  We took the back roads because they are so beautiful, smothered with trees and countryside and quaint towns.  But only 35 minutes from Aledo, the traffic literally stopped.  For a long while. One suddenly feels vulnerable on the dark roadway, lanes full of impatient people.  You grow to anticipate behavior -- yelling,

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I met her when I was in the 3rd grade; she was a year older - taller - smarter - wiser.  She knew my faults, but chose to ignore them. A man's growth is seen in the successive choirs of his friends. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson They moved away four years later.  I was heartbroken.  A heartbroken 7th-grader. But somehow ... through the years ... we remained friends.  First, by letter. Snail mail,

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Ten years.  Can it possibly be?  Do you remember where you were?  I was in my living room, preparing to leave for work.  I froze.  Eyes glued to Good Morning America.  Was I seeing what I was seeing? We had become so desensitized, calloused. We loved those awesome Bruce Willis movies, Die Hard ... Die Hard with a Vengeance ... etc.  Action-packed.  Thrilling.  But this ... not so much. Life

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Cousins are those childhood playmates who grow up to be forever friends.~ Anonymous Yes, time again for Sunday Citar!!!!!  Time to share a special photo with a quote to go along. Then go and visit http://tabithablue.blogspot.com/ and share!  It's so much fun!

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I'm not good at losing people.  The most special uncle in the world is in the hospital right now.  I can't even begin to tell you what he has done for me and my family ... for my children ... for just about everyone who has ever needed a shoulder to lean on ... or has ever been in need of help. He has always been a very private person, though, when it comes to HIS needs.  If he were ever sick,

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Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.  ~Pearl S. Buck I am "greening" this post for my Sunday Citar, in celebration of my mother's 9th year of INDEPENDENCE from pain. May 26, 1922 ~ July 3, 2002 Mary Margaret - High School graduation Writer, poet, artist, historian, musician, an avid reader,

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She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she's the reason you wish you

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Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world.~ George Bernard Shaw

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It's time to post this again -- first posted this two years ago -- and here we are, survivors of two more years!  Here's the story of 'us' -- It all started with two dumb kids ... We met in an English class in Abilene, Texas, during summer school. I had just returned to Abilene Christian from Australia a few months earlier. When WannabeHubby called my parents in Australia to ask '

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"The clock of life is wound but onceand no man has the powerto know just when the clock will stopat late or early hour.This is the only time we own.Live, love, work with a will.Place no faith in tomorrow forthe clock may then be still." My dad, now 90 years old, used to quote this old poem when he was preaching about the brevity and uncertainty of life.  It truly speaks for itself, without my

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There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.  ~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994 This is my father, 90 years old, a World War II Army Veteran who served his country for

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Life is a flame that is always burning itself out, but it catches fire again every time a child is born.  ~George Bernard Shaw Want to know about Sunday Citar??  ... it began right here with Tabitha. Be sure to stop by her place on Sunday, see what fun it is.Visit the other participants.Browse through your own photos ...and find a quote to go along ...

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The most amazing thing about turning 3Is your world's now filled with discoveries. Want to know about Sunday Citar??  ... it began right here with Tabitha. Be sure to stop by her place on Sunday, see what fun it is.Visit the other participants.Browse through your own photos ...and find a quote to go along ...

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There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope. ~ Bern Williams Want to know about Sunday Citar??  ... it began right here with Tabitha. Be sure to stop by her place on Sunday, see what fun it is.Visit the other participants.Browse through your own photos ...and find a quote to go along ...

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"Oh, be careful, little feet, where you go ... Oh, be careful, little feet, where you go ... For the Father up Above is looking down in love ... So be careful, little feet, where you go ... " Today is the 2nd birthday for my little grandbaby, MJS.  I can hardly believe it! Always praying that the path you toddle today and run tomorrow will be a safe one for you.  I will love you always and

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And like the old soldier in that ballad, I now close my military career and just fade away, an old soldier who tried to do his duty as God gave him the sight to see that duty.   ~ General Douglas MacArthur If you've ever been to the Koren War Memorial in D.C., you know how moving it is ... I encourage everyone to go there and see the Memorials ... the Vietnam Wall, the Korean War Memorial,

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I had a strange and baffling dream last night.  It crossed my thoughts several times today, and tonight, I decided to express it in words as well as I could. It is difficult to describe a dream that mostly consists of response, reaction ... of feeling ... a response to what was seen within the dream. Before I sound too mysterious and even irritating, here is the dream: At the end of a row of

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When I grow up I want to be a little boy. ~ Joseph Heller Want to know about Sunday Citar??  ... it began right here with Tabitha. Be sure to stop by her place on Sunday, see what fun it is.Visit the other participants.Browse through your own photos ...and find a quote to go along!

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Our grandchildren accept us for ourselves, without rebuke or effort to change us, as no one in our entire lives has ever done - not our parents, siblings, spouses, friends - and hardly ever our own grown children.   ~Ruth Goode Want to know about Sunday Citar??  ... it began right here with Tabitha. Be sure to stop by her place on Sunday, see what fun it is.Visit the other

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On Thursday morning ... hours before the sun broke the horizon ... I was shivering with cold and excitement in the backseat of a car that was speeding through the darkness toward Fort Hood.  A Soldier was coming home. Just yesterday ... my nephew was this skinny, cute little freckled-faced kid with tousled red hair and an inquiring mind ... always full of questions.  Always trying to figure

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He came to live with us in 1997.  We named him Doc. My son, actually, suggested that name, thinking more of Dawk, from a family name.  When we got Doc, he was smaller than Muttley, our Chihuahua.  That's hard to believe, looking back, but it's true.  Doc outgrew Muttley, though -- topping out at 55 pounds, next to Muttley's 5 lbs. When Muttley died in the night, curled next to Doc as they

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A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.  ~ Martin Farquhar Tupper Find out about Sunday Citar at http://tabithablue.blogspot.com/!!

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As the sun sets for the very last time this year ... ... may you reminisce with faithful friends in safety & in good health. May the New Yearbring new life & fresh hope. May you love your neighboras you love yourself. May you bubble overwith a positive & creative spirit. May your morningsburst with love & joy And may you never cease to be amazed ... to absolutely

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“To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.”  Lewis B. Smedes The year is drawing to a close.  I'm letting go of a lot of things.  Suddenly, I'm a canary out of my cage.  I'm singing again.  I am free. Join me! There is lots of room out here on this limb called "risk-taking."  Be free with me in 2011.  Let go!  Forgive!  Sing again!

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As usual, the holiday season finds me more nostalgic ... more aware of colors and the scents of cinnamon and cloves ... more thankful to be with family... to enjoy the precious children who will carry on the bloodline ... and to reminisce with my dad who will be 90 next month.  I learned this afternoon of yet another classmate who has passed ... and it reminded me once again of the great

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"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is

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This morning as I drove south down a busy highway, my thoughts rambled ... until a song came on the radio that I hadn't heard before.  The words to "Angels Among Us," by Alabama, simply captivated me ... bringing back a memory.  It was the autumn of 1990.  I had already arrived in my office, the day still very young.  In the quiet, I had stopped and prayed very specifically for my daughter,

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I had a very busy weekend and almost felt like I was going back to work today to rest! You already know about my Friday-night shopping for little Gabby, the little girl who has no home. Saturday was filled with this-and-that, you know, all the hum-drum things we have to do to keep the world going round ... from changing bed linens to returning library books to running errands.  Saturday was a

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Last night, I went shopping for the first time this Christmas season. It was a beautiful evening, but I knew it wouldn't be a long shopping trip. I was tired from my first week back at work from Thanksgiving and the trip to Nebraska ... and then being sick on top of it all. I am still trying to protect my system, but I still had to bring some work home with me this weekend. I was a little

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Thieves I placed a dime on a splintered park benchAnd wondered just how long it would beBefore some vagabond, some ignorant thief,Would pounce upon the prey.Alas! Time was short before it wasSlyly slipped away.For as I stood gazing from afar,I became thirsty -- and bored ...So I swiped the dime and bought myself a drink!And then, satisfied, I sat upon that old gray benchAnd watched all the

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I had to make one of those unplanned visits to the doctor yesterday -- the type that you are, first, shocked when you decide you must go to the doctor -- and then you call and learn that you can come right in. I simply hate going to the doctor.  So -- making the decision to go is an event in itself. After an extended visit and a little "procedure" -- mind you, there are two types of people in

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PIXIEMUM asked a very logical question about my last post.  She wanted to know why I would choose to drive from Texas to Nebraska, rather than fly.  I've thought about this question, wanting to express my reasons in the very clearest way ... The very first time we went to see my daughter in Nebraska, when they'd been living there less than a year, we flew.  We flew from Texas to Denver, and then

♥ Boomer ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/11304000268484230167noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291292178985922232.post-72100800197496221902010-11-27T09:11:00.000-06:002010-11-27T09:11:04.772-06:00

Right now, I am about seven hours down the road from my beautiful grand-babes who live so far away. It was a sweet Thanksgiving, complete with turkey and dressing, which included chopped apple and cran-raisins and raisins and walnuts  ... and of course, sage, rosemary, and thyme.  Then there was our traditional Festive Fruit Salad, sweet potato casserole, and more. Thanksgiving morning also

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Sadly, we have only one more day in Nebraska with our daughter. What a great time we've had. It was my first experience being in sub-zero temperatures; actually, I didn't step even my little tiny toe outside when it was that cold! This morning, we awoke to the delight of beautiful frost on the window pane.  So beautiful that I had to look it up ... frost that is ... because I had heard that

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So what happens when this thing called "time" starts running away? In a blink, in a minute, in an hour, in a day, in a year ... a lifetime swiftly scuttles by, leaving one just guessing at what happened ... and wondering how could it have happened so fast? Yesterday, I had a little girl, with pudgy hands, soft curly hair, and fat, pink cheeks. She toddled around, sucked her thumb, and

♥ Boomer ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/11304000268484230167noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291292178985922232.post-1328804199786706482010-08-11T21:33:00.002-05:002010-08-11T21:41:35.805-05:00

She wore my wedding gown 25 years after I wore it. She was the most radiant I had ever seen her. I would like to thank my son-in-law, Lee, for loving my daughter ... 15 years and counting ...Happy Anniversary. Angels around you and your family. I love you so much.

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Every now and then, especially when it is time for some introspection and re-evaluation of my life and circumstances ... I march to my bookshelves. They are filled with books that date back to the 1700-1800's and on forward. Two nights ago, I pulled out Be The Person You Were Meant To Be by Jerry A. Greenwald. I tried to discover whether or not the author was still alive, searching through Google

♥ Boomer ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/11304000268484230167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291292178985922232.post-25605899576601587652010-07-29T08:23:00.005-05:002010-07-29T08:47:24.030-05:00

This came to me via an email from a childhood friend early this morning.So, though it is not my work, it is work that I would be proud to call mine if it were mine! And I thought it was certainly worth sharing. It's called "Keeper," and I hope that you enjoy ...KEEPERI grew up in the 40's/50's with practical parents. A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then

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As of Tuesday two weeks ago, I am once again gainfully employed. I can't tell you how surprised I was to receive the brutally honest commentary and amazing compassion you generously shared with me on my last post. Surely, I am not alone! Don't most bloggers sometimes believe that no one will read? -- so we put the words down, go through the process of painful communication, even if just with

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I have been in a strange place lately, and several friends and some family have contacted me to ask why I am not blogging. So I considered the question, did some evaluating, and decided to take a risk; share a piece of my life with you.Blogging has many purposes. For some, it is strictly money-making; a way to offer prizes, earn dollars through AdSense or whatever. For many, it is strictly

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I have two small requests.Please go and visit http://patrickjessica.blogspot.com. Here, you will read about a soldier who was shot at Fort Hood by a fellow soldier in November 2009. It was a devastating day for families. 14 dead, which included an unborn baby in the womb of his mother.A travesty that is not yet over.The love of Patrick's life is "Jessica," and her blog tells the story of his

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What you are seeing here is one tiny section of the Vietnam Memorial Wall. And you see my reflection, while I was taking the picture.I just returned from an amazing trip to DC, saw many spots of historical interest, enjoyed cool evenings sitting at sidewalk cafes and watching people pass by. In DC, seems like everyone walks everywhere.I saw the Washington Monument; Lincoln Monument; and more.

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THINGS YOUR BURGLAR WON'T TELL YOU: 1. Of course I look familiar. I was here just last week cleaning your carpets, painting your shutters, or delivering your new refrigerator.2. Hey, thanks for letting me use the bathroom when I was working in your yard last week. While I was in there, I unlatched the back window to make my return a little easier.3. Love those flowers. That tells me you have

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The year – 1998, in the heat of the hottest summer on record. The occasion – a huge move. We had ignorantly agreed to close on our old home and new home on the same day. Furthermore, we had agreed to be out of our two-story home by 3:00 pm on that hot August afternoon. The contract signing was mid-morning and took quite a long while.From past experience, we had learned that it doesn’t

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The last time I blogged was April 1. Here it is April 13. Much has happened.I grew up in Goldsboro, North Carolina. Many of my schoolmates went to Vietnam. And yes, to other places. And as Boomers do, we eventually start looking for them, needing to reconnect. As you could tell from my last post, I had Vietnam on my mind. And people I had known.In 2007 I was able to reconnect with 'kids' I

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POTPOURRI OF PEACEFresh as a daisy upon a hill;Unfading stars, shining stillTo light the path as I walk aloneAt night ~ all earthly noises gone.Dew on a rose petal, soft as silk;Crazy plaid on a Scotland kilt;Free as a bird upon a wing;Bright as rainbows after rain in spring.Glorious sunset to end the day;Fresh spring winds ~ willows sway;Wide green blades of carpet-soft grass;A cheerful lad with

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"A two-year old is kind of like having a blender,but you don't have a top for it."~ Jerry SeinfeldWelcome to Sunday Citar, when we share our photo(s) ...and a quote to go along.It's rewarding and meaningful!Won't you join us?Visit Tabitha right HERE to learn more about it!

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I can't believe how long it's been since I've blogged. But I have excuses! For one, taxes. Need I say more? Right now, there are multiple piles of papers, sorted into categories, on my living room floor.Second, overcommitment. I've already mentioned this. Week before last, after working full days, I had commitments every night. Then committed to a "Scentsy" party early Saturday morning. Since

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I am still wrapping my headaround it all!Time ...You pass more quicklythan the eye can seeor the clock can chime ...When was last spring ...when I became a bride?And how did my baby sister turn eighteen?Death hath certain sting,But so doth the flight of time.I wrote that when I was at the ripe old age of 23. At least, I thought I was old!The newborn baby in my lap ... just born "yesterday' ...

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Weekend WrappingsMany may have noticed that I'm not blogging or visiting much lately. I miss it, and I miss you. But, there are several reasons. I seem to have committed myself to many good things in recent weeks. So ... after a full day at work, I'm doing something, or going somewhere, almost every evening, as well. Good things, but not much time or energy left over.Today, I was supposed to be

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As a child, I had admired ... no, loved ... that old pewter pitcher. It had center place on the red-checked tablecloth atop the round oak table in my great grandmother's home.Each summer that I visited her in that grand homestead across from the Corpus Christi Bay, she filled blue willow bowls with cereal, covered it with green grapes, fresh figs from her tree, and juicy peach slices ... and then

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Thank you for all of the very kind comments made on my post last Sunday. It's been hard to think of much else. I will tell you that my nephew is now safely in Iraq.I just received an interesting email challenge tonight that I thought I would share with you -- since it's Wednesday, and we're on the downhill slide. It's time for a little fun. "How old is your brain?" is the name of the game.

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"Our Soldiers, civilians and their families share the burden of service to this Nation with honor and focused resolve that their time, purpose and turn in history does not happen without profound meaning. The measure of their sacrifice is found in the realization of another’s human potential."David G. White, Deputy Chief, Well Being Division"We must ensure each Soldier is equipped and trained to

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Intense, searing pain. Had she bitten her tongue? Broken a tooth ... or bone? Thankfully, no. In the dark, she awoke. Kneeling on the floor at the end of her bed. Shocked and in pain. She’d injured herself again. Cut her lip. How had she leapt over the foot-board like that? Her night terrors were intensifying.Mr. Know-It-All hosts Flash 55 Fiction every Friday ... challenging bloggers

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I'm not sharing this because I believe it ... I'm sharing it because I want women to understand how men think it is ...The Man Rules­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­ At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down Finally , the guys' side of the story. ( I must admit, it's pretty good.) We always hear " the rules "From the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. These

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Now a soft kiss -- Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.~ John KeatsWelcome to Sunday Citar, when we share our photo(s) ...and a quote to go along.It's ever so much fun!Won't you join us?Visit Tabitha right HERE to learn more about it!Above: daughter & her hubby

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on the hard wooden bench inside the ancient depot she sat alone disturbed by the moldy smells and the blends of noise and textures and disorganized commotion like a cloud descending she felt surrounded, engulfed smothered with deliberate slow breathing she forced calm inside this was her last bus ride never again vowed she solemnlyMr. Know-It-All hosts Flash 55 Fiction every

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When something is on my heart, I have to stop right then, right there, and let it out.Yesterday, Hubby Man and I spent the day with family. We left early Sunday morning, with my dad and his wife, R, in the backseat of my Hylander, and drove about three hours north. After church, we went to the ranch home of E and MA. I'll call them that for privacy sake. MA is my aunt ~ my dad's only sister.

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"I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul."Victor HugoI know, I know. It's a strange Sunday Citar. But I had an odd thing happen this week. I'd like to tell you about it.One day, I knew I was going to be doing some printing ... mass printing of

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Snuggled deep under thick covers, she offered herself mercy. Making resolutions was, after all, an imperfect way to reach perfection. Tonight, it was way past her goal of "reasonable bed-TIME." Since it was only the first day of the year, she forgave herself for being so late. She’d do better tomorrow night … or the next.Mr. Know-It-All hosts Flash 55 Fiction every Friday ... challenging bloggers

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Elizabeth Bradley at Elizabeth Bradley Bits and Bytes bestowed upon me Happy 101. I am to share ten things that make me blissfully happy. Then I’m to tag ten bloggy friends. So they might see fit to repeat history. But that's so tough for me. I really think ANYONE who would like to pick up this cute award -- provided they share ten things that make them happy --should just go for it!!! The

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Short and sweet today -- quick thoughts about doggy and kitty friends, special ones that loved us no matter what. Even if we forgot to put food in their dish one day. Even if they accidentally got left out in the rain. Even if we yelled at them because of muddy paw prints in the carpet.They loved us.Do you remember the names of those special friends you have had through the years? I remember

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No one ever keeps a secret so well as a child.Victor Hugo (1802-1885) French poet, dramatist and novelist.Can you believe that it is already time again!for ...It's time to share your photo(s) ...and a quote to go along.It's ever so much fun!Won't you join us?Visit Tabitha right HERE to learn more about it!

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Eyes closed, her tired mind floated over the day. In the dark, Mimi smiled, remembering the grandbaby in her arms. He’d seen his ma-ma and da-da hugging and couldn’t bear not being "in" the hug. When he went, “Unnngh,” Mimi had carried him to their circle of love. Together they embraced him ...... and he giggled.Mr. Know-It-All hosts Flash 55 Fiction every Friday ... challenging bloggers to

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Can you believe that it is already time again!for ...It's time to share your photo(s) ...and a quote to go along.It's ever so much fun!Won't you join us?Visit HERE to learn more about it!This is a cute quote, no telling how old, from J.P. McEvoy. It hung in the home of my Great Aunt Lucile since my childhood, and now is on the wall of my sister Sarah.

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It all began on May 26, 1991. We had just moved into our Misty Brook home in Austin, Texas. Relatives, especially noted would be sister Sarah and her hubby Larry, gathered to celebrate the new home, two birthdays, and our anniversary.My nephew, G-Man, who I wrote about right here, was born on Mother's birthday. On Mother's birthday, Hubby Man and I had been married -- which I shared right here.

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As far back as my memory will carry me, I've loved this painting. It hung on the guest room wall at 1501 Ocean Drive in Corpus Christi, Texas, where my family roots are. That was the home of my great grandmother and great aunt Lucile. When Lucile moved away from Corpus, my mother inherited the painting, because she had loved it so. When she passed, it came to me.Imagine the curiosity of a young

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Then ... (1956) ...Now (Christmas 2009)It's always nice to spend timewith my brotherand my little sister ...L to R: Boomer, Brother, SisterWell ... I suppose we're all boomers!Prayer request: Please pray for my sister's hubby. He just had back surgery, and he now has a blood clot on his spine that the doctor has to clean out tomorrow (Tuesday). Please pray for him.

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We were trying to remember when we bought the angel. Hubby thinks over 30 years ago, when he was in the Coast Guard and we lived in Virginia -- at FEDCO, he thinks. I simply can't remember. But she has been our tree topper for a long time. And if we did, indeed, find her in Virginia, she has lived with us in many places, in Virginia, California, two homes in Colorado, and six homes in Texas.

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He may have grumbled just a little bit setting it up again, but Hubby Man got the job done. I love this little train. I know it is at least 25 years old -- at least -- because when my grown sons were small, they enjoyed it at the home of my aunt and uncle.Several years ago, it was handed down to me. The engine light turns on as it makes its way around the track, followed by a coal car, a red

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I've been feeling very nostalgic lately. Right around Thanksgiving, I FINALLY broke down and registered on Facebook ... certainly NOT to meet new people, but to reconnect with friends from long ago.Imagine my surprise, my delight, at finding kids I had taught Bible classes to when they were 5th graders ... when my family moved to Australia ... all grown up now, married, with grown kids no less!I

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♥ Laura ♥and my firstborn son♥ Scott ♥are having a baby!!!!!!And that's BIG NEWS!!!

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A Christmas Poem The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,Transforming the yard to a winter delight.The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.My eyelids were heavy, my

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Each generation goes further than the generation preceding it because it stands on the shoulders of that generation. You will have opportunities beyond anything we've ever known. ~Ronald ReaganCan you believe that it is already time again!for ...It's time to share your photo(s) ...and a quote to go along.It's ever so much fun!Won't you join us?Visit HERE to learn more about it!

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Mr. Know-It-All hosts Flash 55 Fiction every Friday ... challenging bloggers to share a story in 55 words. If you decide to participate in Flash 55 Fiction, be sure to let G-Man know, visit the other participants ... and see where it leads you. I'd like to personally thank G-Man, Mr. Know It All, for encouraging this creativity. I hope that he is having a good birthday, despite the physical

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Mr. Know-It-All hosts Flash 55 Fiction every Friday ... challenging you to share a story in 55 words. If you participate, let him know, visit the other participants ... and see where it leads you.Because I had to skip a Friday or two, I am publishing the 55s which will help you catch up and/or remember ... before reading today's 55 Flash Fiction in purple below.♥ ♥ ♥ ♥1.Apprehensive, as many

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I'm home. I'm exhausted.I'm unpacking. I'm washing clothes.I'm going through a pile of mail. I'm loving on two doggies who missed me. I'm thankful. I'm blessed. I'm off the highway at last.I'm safe. I'm home.And I'm looking at pictures of what I left in Nebraska ...(Did you ever notice that the word"I'm"quits looking like a wordwhen you use it so many times?)

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This was the view this morning looking out the front door of our little cabin in Chadron State Park. I kid you not. It was simply gorgeous.We are at the end of our wonderful Thanksgiving 2009. Tomorrow we say good-bye to our three little grandbabies up here and start our long trek homeward. Our daughter reserved two little cabins side by side in Chadron State Park. I can't tell you how

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If you're wondering where I am ... I'm on a road-trip to get some sugar ...from this one ...... and this one ...... and this one ...... from all three of 'em. They're waiting for Mimi and Papa.Please pray for our safety. It's a 21-hour drive. I hope that you and yours have a blessed Thanksgiving. I'll see you in December.

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If you want to be happy, be. ~Leo TolstoyVisit Tabitha right HERE to learn about Sunday Citar -- when you get to pick out a photo, find a quote to go along with it, and then share.

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Isn't this just precious? It's been a while since I have accepted an award This one is just adorable. Sad thing is that I feel like I haven't been able to comment as much lately because of work and other commitments. Perhaps after the Thanksgiving holiday, I can remedy that. But in the meantime, I'm going to enjoy this little lovely ~ and share it. It came to me from a very special lady named

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Mr. Know-It-All hosts Flash 55 Fiction every Friday ... challenging you to share a story in 55 words. If you participate, let him know, visit the other participants ... and see where it leads you.HERE you will find where this journey started. Within that link, you can begin at the beginning. Today, continues the 55.Why? she began, Did we take him in? How could we be Conned by an addict such

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"It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace--but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at

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In light of the recent tragedy that took place on an Army base in Texas ~ Fort Hood ~ I wanted to re-share this post (originally posted several months ago). I am particularly grateful to tell you that my nephew, stationed there and preparing for deployment, was unharmed. Soon after the killings took place, he was able to get a text out to his parents that he was safe, in lock-down in the Theater

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(I started this '55' a few Fridays ago ... you can pretty much catch up right HERE).Life: timeline of past events leading to the ‘now’ person sitting in the wingback … mourning, regretting, but breathing. Timeline travel can be treacherous, but in the end … just bring it: forgiveness, sweet. She sat … staring down the barrel of her timeline … painfully aware of the

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"Out of the bosom of the Air,Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow."~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"Three little people enjoying the snowWay up north where we will go.Methinks it's time to stop and say,"Please, dear bloggers, pray, pray, prayThat the snow won't stop our trip up

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"Halloween is coming, ♫♪when we'll be ...♫♪ Dressed in funny clothes and then we'll see ...Witches on their broomsticks, ♫such a sight ...♪♪ Oh, yes, we'll have a good time on Halloween night!" ♫♫♪~ Author UnknownMore nostalgia coming at you!!! I learned this little song when I was a very young girl. And I've had so much fun singing it to my little grandsons as we ride along in their

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