Where the heck is 10buck2

Look, my proud momma tail feathers are showing.

2009-04-04T10:35:00.000-07:00

Happy Saturday to all of you. It is a beautiful, sunny spring day here in my part of the world.

My great deer hunter, plays trumpet in the band. Which being named after an arch angel seems very appropriate. Yesterday he had an individual competition at a local school. Scored a #1, which (here come the proud feathers) is the best you can score. WHAAHOOOO...

In his words, "mom I was so scared I almost peed myself". The judge, could see he was nervous and let him have a do over. In the second try it nailed it.

After his competition, he went to the school "sock hop", with my little princess. Who was dressed in a lovely red DRESS!!!. Holy cow, that is scary, she is my little self described tomboy. Does not like dresses, won't even wear one to church. She even wore her hair down, (normal is a ponytail even to bed). This has never really bothered me, as I know what she looks like under those baggy clothes and with her hair down. She has the hour glass figure I never did, with sparkling eyes and a mane of hair most women would die for. YIKES.. She was beaming.

They both had a wonderful time. My deer hunter has always had an almost frighting attraction for the opposite sex. On an afternoon at the local park, he was taken away by an entire brownie pack. They wanted to have his picture taken with them. DOUBLE YIKES..

They will be 13 and 11 in July. My son can not remind me enough that he will be a teenager..Oh I am sure I am going to need meds for this. Several months ago. He with great pride announced that he had "an armpit hair". Do you have any ideal how hard it was not to fall down in the floor laughing. I have noticed that since then he sits with is hands clasp behind his head to show all the world he now has 4 armpit hairs...LOL

Because of total hysterectomy I do not have any hormones. Now they will be flying around this house like nats. The ones that buzz your ear driving you totally insane. To make it worse yesterday on Oprah, they had done studies to show what hormones do to us, for us, and what it causes.

They talked about the smell that women and men emit, how it affects the opposite sex. How when women ovulate it physically makes her more attractive than the rest of the month, it makes her voice higher pitched. A man who is in contact with a women who is ovulating starts to produce testosterone. We like to think we are higher educated, and in more control than my cat when she come in season. But in reality, we pick and choose with more animal instinct than we care to admit. I won't go into it more now, I have got to get to work. But I think I will later, as I find it so interesting.

Sunday

2009-03-30T18:30:00.000-07:00

We had a wonderful day on Sunday. Started off by sleeping in. Well the princess and I did, the deer hunter never sleeps in. He is the early bird. First one to sleep and the first one up.

We then just hung out in the house, reading the Sunday paper, playing video games, not in a hurry to do anything. Just after lunch we went to Brams for ice cream. Then went to the park for the afternoon.

I sat on the bench, wrote in my journal, they played there hearts out. I got some great pics of them on the jungle bars.

It is a cute little park. It is one block from our house. The city just put in new equipment last year and now this year they have added new picnic tables and barbecue grills, a new basketball court. It is great. We love to go there when we have time.

All the pretty trees are budding out, the grass is turning green. I love spring.

What a glorious day...

Last year..

2009-03-27T18:24:00.000-07:00

Here is my last year in a nut shell.

I dropped out of beauty school in June. I could not afford to keep going, even with the single parent scholarships. I could not make enough working 25 hrs a week to keep us in a home. It was a very hard decision. It has always been a dream of mine to be a hair dresser. But some time dreams come at to high a cost. I have really kicked myself over this. Seems as I look back on my life. I never finish anything. There is always a reason. I just can't decide if I am lacking something.

My life has never been easy, I try not to dwell on it. I know there are people who have found the strength to rise above circumstances. Why can't I? Is it that my desire is not strong enough? I took an IQ test a few yrs ago, I scored a 126. I do not really even know where that falls.

I am creative, but seem to have a very hard time staying on task. As anyone who knows me my mind jumps from one place to another. The main reason I am no longer doing medical billing. I was a loyal, trustworthy, dependable employee. But I can't seem to stay on task the way the others did. There fore my work was less than others.

I am not looking for you to really answer me.

My step dad passed away Aug 16, 08 then my nannie passed away March 16, 09. My step dad was my back up. I knew if all else failed and I had to have something he was there. It has really taken a toll on me. I can tell my stress level has gone thur the roof. I think the worse thing is my health has gone down. In my younger yrs if I needed extra money. I just got a second job. Well now I do good to make it to my regular job 5 days a week. There is nothing left physically or mentally. Just sitting here writing the words, send fear thur my soul. What will I do when I can't get up and go anymore? How will I feed my children?

I am not even sure why i am writing all this. I set down and started to write the shot version of where my life is. You know the one where you smile and say everything is fine..Really it is. Then go home and pretend it is. When the truth is I am scared. I have always been a fighter. No matter what came at me I would some how get thur it.

I miss Paw Paw. Not the place as much as the time. Friends, young, eager to start our lives. Searching for the place we would go. The things we would do. I miss standing under the stars feeling I was happy, safe, loved. My dear friend told me at my nannies funeral, I do not remember it all. That may be true, I may just choose to remember the good stuff. Yes I know there were some very heated conversations. I always knew that it would be ok.

Where do i go from here? Again I am not looking for an answer from you, as much as from me.

What do you think?

2009-03-24T20:46:00.000-07:00

Help me with these little questions

What is success to you?

How do you know when you have found it?

Do we ever really find it?

7 months and counting

2008-03-09T21:41:00.000-07:00

About the middle of Oct, is the date I long for. This will hopefully the time I finish my 1500
hours of school. I am so ready to be done. The full load I am carrying is getting to me. It is
wearing me out.

I do have great news. One of my instructors has made me an offer. She does hair at City
Hospital. It is more of a geriatric unit. I have delt with the elderly for years. I really enjoy it.
She only works on Mondays. The lady who works Tue thur Frid will be leaving this summer.

My instructor would like me to fill in the 4 days. We are looking for someone who can fill in
for the time between when the other lady leaves, and when I can take my state board tests.

It will be my own shop. Without the start up and over head. All I pay is 10% of what I make.
I will do the residents hair care. I can also do anyone else who I have as a client. I set my
own hours and prices.

I have checked around. The Super cuts I had thought about. Requires you work every Saturday
and every other Sunday. I just do not want to work weekends. I have been praying God would
find a way I could just work during the week and only 4 days.

Then out of the blue this came to me. Isn't it great when you realize God does hear our pleas.
I have been so blessed this year. Just please pray my body can stand these extra hours.

My new sweetie is good, my kid's are great. I have been trying to think of a name for sweetie and his daughter. I think I am leaning to Fearless. It is a joke between us. I made his daughter
a tee shirt. She called me today and thanked me for it. It had Daddy's girl on it.

Fearless is a fireman. He responded to a bad car wreck today. He said it was 2 kids. I
have so many emotions tied to him going out on calls.

Well I am off to bed. My brain is going to sleep anyway.

My life is Full

2008-02-19T20:40:00.000-08:00

My life is full. It is a wonderful thing to say. I have 2 great kido's. That are doing well. I have a great career I am working on. I should graduate from Cosmotology school in Sept 08. I am really enjoying it. Can not wait. I have a job that I do like while I am going to school.

I work at a home impovement store. It is great, I see everyone I know and get paid to do it.

I picked up 10 little Banny chicks for the great deer hunter and princess today. They were thrilled. I hope they make it. They will have to live at their dads. I did call him first.

My deer hunter is growing into such a little man. My princess is still taking piano lessons. Her teacher called us. Last week she asked her to sing. The teacher was so impressed with her voice. As was a girl in the building that came to see who was singing. Her teacher is changing her piano to Piano and voice lessons. My momma heart swelled up. I prayed that she would have a beautiful voice when she was still in my womb. God has blessed us both.

To add to my full life. I have been blessed with a man. I was not really looking since I had so much going on. But he walked into my life. Now makes me smile every time I think about it.
He is a long tall drink of water, to my body and soul. I am still thinking of a name for him on my blog. He is a trim carpenter by trade and a volunteer fire fighter.

He has a daughter age 10. Between us we have 9,10,11. Both girls are in 4th grade. My kids have met him. But not her yet. As my schedule is to crazy.

I have got to go to bed. I have to be at school tomorrow am.

my new sweetie

2008-02-19T20:33:00.000-08:00

When the day is done

you have

crossed and crossed

again and again thur the paths

of my mind

depositing fragments of you

the color of your eyes

the smell of you on my hands

the shape of your smile

the sound of your laughter

the texture of your hand

my desires grow, more of you to know

Jeanie Diane 1/30/08

bouquet of pencils

2007-11-05T09:22:00.000-08:00

In my favorite movie is a line, "I would send you a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils" by Tom Hanks in You've Got Mail.

I have my freshly sharpened pencils and notebook. Tomorrow is my first day of beauty collage. I am more excited with every passing minute. I have all my clothes picked out and ready to go. I remember me and my best friend in school. I will call her Dimpy. It was her nickname. We would talk on the phone about what we would wear to school. Then walk the 2 blocks to physically look at the outfits.

Will I find a new friend? One who might be with me for yrs to come. Will I meet a nice man? It is as if someone opened Heaven and gave me a second chance at life. A life that I have a say in, one that will have a happy ending.

Oh I know that it will be hard. I will got to school Tues thur Friday 8am to 4pm. and Sat 9am to 2pm. I will work at on my days off all day, then after school every day except Wed and Thurs. The days that the Princess and Great Deer Hunter are here. They are here every other week end also. But in 11 months, I will have a new career. One that I choose, not one that I could do just because it was there.

I have spent most of my pre marriage yrs working 2 jobs. So it is not new to me. But I was a lot younger then. I know my desire for a better life for me and my children will carry me thur this.

My life has never been what you might call a free ride anyway. Not that I am complaining. It is what makes me who I am. A strong, complicated, loyal, loving, compassionate, creative, passionate women.

Well I am off, to work. I'll let you know how it goes.
JD

In 30 years

2007-10-10T07:43:00.000-07:00

I have been thinking alot about my mortality. Then Trixie came in with the news from her doctor. This body I have is the only one I will get. I will have to admit. I have not been all that kind to it.

I make it carry an extra 100 lbs. I do not put useful fuel in it. I do not let it just go out for a nice walk in the park. I force it to drink fluids that do not help it to flush out.

As a care giver of this temple. I have failed. The one book I trust more than any other. My King James Holy Bible. Tells my it is a temple. That I keep, as unto God. I can only imagine what he thinks of me. I know he loves me, and wants to help. But I have to be willing to take the help.

A childhood friend is gone, she was 44. I am not sure what happened. I have ideals. None of which are pleasant. This has really grieved me. I have sent my 1st 45 yrs living like I did not care if my body failed me.

Now I am trying figure out how to get another 45 yrs out of it. Not just yrs but good yrs. With my mind and body working well. I want to be a grandmother like my sweet momma was. She played with them. Made Christmas candy for days. Pick out Christmas dresses for the girls.

I remember my Deer Hunter took his 1st steps in front of her. I want that. I want to cook for days before the holidays. Play in the water. I want to make everyone of them a quilt.

DANG IT, I want more yrs. I have so much left to do. I have started a book. Crystal has been helping me with it. Maybe I will share some of it here. When it gets a little more polished.

Well, Ava and I are going out to enjoy a short walk. :-)

I see the tunnel, where's the light

2007-08-14T09:27:00.000-07:00

Hello friends,
To say I have been as close to hell. Would be a tremendous understatement.
But alas, God has taken care of me once again. Praise God, he is good.

I am now employed. Two jobs, I work for a large home improvement store. I also work taking care of an Alzheimer patient. Each has it's rewards. The home improvement store, lets me look at construction workers all day. Looking is free.

The lady I take care of is just a blessing. I will call her Ava. I discovered she and I share the same birthday. Dec 14th. I was born on her 40 birthday. So this year we are having a big party. She still has more good days than bad.

Divorce, has gone as well as one of those can go. I get stronger everyday. My precious Deer Hunter and Princess are adjusting well. They had birthdays this summer. He was 11 she was 9. It is so hard for me to believe they are getting so grown up. The Deer Hunter broke his arm this summer. He was racing bikes. He was on someone else's bike. It had hand brakes and he is used to foot brakes. He ran right into the front of a parked 2 ton wrecker. We were having a barbecue. So we were all out side. I had my back to it. But heard the crash.

He was so brave. Jumped up and was walking to the house. After looking him over. We made a trip to the ER. I was so scared. He had and imprint of the handle bar in his chest. His cheek just below his eye was swelling up.

When we signed in he was shaking. The ER was full. I was afraid we would have to wait forever. But we went back to get evaluated, from there straight to ex ray, then back to a room right across from the nurses. With windows so they could see us. This was causing me concern. But when I went out to see if he could have a drink. I was told he could not. Because they were making sure he didn't have any internal injuries. We were blessed. He only came out with a black eye and a broken arm.

The next week. Their camp called me. The Princess had fallen on the concrete. They told me she would most likely have to have stitches. So once again we were off to the ER. They were able to glue it together. Thank God. It was almost more stress than I could take so close together.

We made stepping stone the other day, Ava too. They were all proud of how they came out. Ava really enjoys when I am able to bring kids over. The other day. She was taking a nap. When I went to get her up. She told me she woke up and heard the children. It made her happy to hear them laughing.

I have been blessed even more. I went to sign up for Beauty college. I found out I will get a grant and scholarship that will pay for all my cost. Now I only have to cut corners until I get out. I am also working on getting a small business loan to open my own shop.

So that has been my summer. What have you done? Congrats to Tech on his new book. I am hoping to get one when I get paid.

House Mom

2007-04-19T11:17:00.000-07:00

After the shock, and utter embarrassment of being fired wore off. I have really enjoyed
being home. If you take out the panic attacks and sleepless nights. :-(

The last few days have been really nice. I would pick up the kids from school. Take
them to the park. We had a real home cooked meal. It was nice. I am on top of the
laundry (so to speak). Most not all of the clutter has been moved.

Spent the day redecorating the princess's room. She thought it was so cute. She is just
the light in my eyes. She is practicing " When the Saints go marching home" I am hoping
she will have the nerve to play it for the church. Piano, lessons are paying off

The great deer hunter has been out side. Working on his Kong fu moves. He is so funny.
I hope he is able to always keep his since of humor.

Last night I made up a baked pocket. I browned ground turkey, added chopped onion,
1/4 of pack taco seasoning, can of Rotel tomatoes, and drained can of whole kernel corn.
Cooked that down. Took 2 9" ready to use pie crust. Put meat mixture on one side of
a pie crust. Folded pie crust in two. Pinched the edges with a fork. Did the same with
the 2nd crust. Cooked at 400 until crust was done. It was not bad. I did not have any
cheese in the house. It would have been good in it.

We just sliced it in triangles like pie. yum yum.

Well I better get to his new Job interview. I wish I cold find a job paid well enough I could
work 3 days a week.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRYSTAL

2007-04-16T17:22:00.000-07:00

I have a very good friend. Her name is Crystal. Most every event in my life has
involved her in some way. We may not have been in the same state at the time.

We have been friends since Jr High. That is more years than could be possible.
Since this is the year we turn 29. :-) LOL... That might be stretching the truth
just a hair or two. Ok may be a whole head of hair!!

We might go months or even a year or so with out talking. But the min I hear her
voice. It is as if time has stood still. It may take us a while but we get back up to
speed. She is always ready to give me advice. I am usually ready to hear it. Some
times I have to chew on it a while.

Live is full of so many turns, trees down in the road, water spewing out from under
the kitchen sink. IT IS A VERY GOOD THING TO HAVE A FRIEND.

Not the longest toast in the world. But this long, tall, cold, Coors is for you Sister.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, MY FRIEND.

I am ok, REALLY I AM......

2007-02-16T10:01:00.001-08:00

Divorce- traumatic event

Setting up new home- traumatic event

Losing your job- traumatic event

Lets recap for those who might have missed. I am going thur a divorce. After
11 yrs and 2 children. So i am setting up a new home. I only left with the sofa,
love seat, some kitchen utensil's, and personal items.

Then with out warning ( I guess there never is) I was fired from my job.
I am 45 yrs old started working at the age of 15. I have never been fired.
This had to be one of the most humiliating things that has ever happened to me.
Not to mention not a good time in my life.

3 major traumatic events. In the last 6 months.

Now I am just venting. That was the purpose of this blog. To let go of all my
experiences, good, bad, happy or sad. Surprisingly I am really ok.

I have set up my new home. I still have some boxes to empty. I would like to
paint the walls. Make some curtains. But for the most part. I am very happy
with my new home. It is paid for which helps a lot.

I had a very good interview this morning. It is with a large hospital in our
city. The position may not be the greatest. But it does get my foot in the
door.

I have been thinking of going back to school. I am still deciding on what I
would like to do. I am limited. I can not be on my feet for a long time.

If any one has any ideals. Please leave them.

The great deer hunter and Princess are doing very well thur all of this.
We have tried to do this with their best interest. I also have a beautiful
Korean girl in our home. She is 17 and from South Korea. I call her
Sunflower. Thru all of this she has helped keep every ones mind occupied.

This is a lot to swallow. But surprisingly I really am doing ok. This will
be a very had year. When I look back on it. I will think it was for the best.

You know what they always say. If it does not kill you, it will make you
stronger. I am working on being one of the strongest women alive. hhheee
LOL..:-)

Lots of love to momma ER and big brudder. You are in my thoughts and
prayers.

The Darkness Come

2006-11-23T16:17:00.000-08:00

THE DARKNESS COME

whence duth come the darkness

all consuming day, all consuming night

whence duth come the darkness

eyes that see no more

whence duth come the darkness

bones that crumble and waste

whence duth come the darkness

ears that scream

whence duth come the darkness

lips that burn with desire

whence duth come the darkness

heart that beats no more

whence duth come the LIGHT!!

jd
10-23-06 1:15 AM

LET THE LIGHT SHINE

oh the pain that floods my soul. the darkness comes
over powering like the waters of a roaring
river that can not be stopped.

the sorow weighs on me. like a mill stone pulling me
under the currents deeper, deeper and deeper.

fear of the terrior not seen, hidden in the cold
black abyss.

life filled with , lyies, untrust, sadness,
hopelessness, sucking all the joy from every
fiber of my soul.

the darkness is so all consuming

when, when oh when I beg will the light come when
will the joy, hope, and freedom come to me

can i stand strong until the light comes please, please
i beg, let the light shine again.

jd
11-03-06

the flames are burning my feet

2006-11-19T16:50:00.000-08:00

Hello friends,

To say my life is hell right now, would be a tremendous understatment.

I am sitting in the living room of my mothers home. (mom died 4 yrs
now but it will always be mom's house). It is were I go when life is
just to overwhelming. I do not know if it is just me. Mom died here at
home. I can still feel her peace here. Calming me when the answeres to
life are very had.

This blog was to be my place to take my feelings good, bad, sad, happy and
ever thing in between. I have been so locked up inside. I couldn't even
find words to write here.

I think I can finally hear the flood waters coming. I have some poems I will
be listing later. I left them at work.

I am in the process of a D I V O R C E....I feel as if I have been to
the bottom of hell. I keep thinking it will be over soon. But that is
when the flood waters suck me down in a whirlpool again.

That is why I had to come home. I will still have to get up and drive
back for work tomorrow. But I needed to get out for a while. I need
your prayers. ( I need this DONE..) I have to get started on my
way back up.

I have always been a fighter. Ask anyone who knows me. But my fighting
skills are rusty. I have spent the last 10 yrs keeping peace, not speaking
my mind. To the point I woke up one morning, not knowing who I was looking
at in the mirror.

All the things that made me who I am, were gone. I am sick all the time.
My mind fades in and out. My respect for myself left long ago. I truly
beleive my life has been making me physically sick.

I guess we will find out soon. The longer I am gone, we will see if
I get better.

I have been to the lawyer. I know how much money I will be getting. The
issues about the children have been settled. Now I need to be able to
find a place. I need to try and find some thing I can pay cash for.
All should be done by the new year.

Pray for my deer hunter and the little princess. They will need it
I do not want them to get caught up in this. They still need 2 parents.

( the little deer hunter and dad got a deer :-) I have never
seen my little man more excited and proud. He couldn't get
his hammer back. So he told dad to get it. )

I guess I will end this for now. I am very sorry to dump such unhappy
stuff. But as I said this is my sounding board.

from the bottom
JD

What a Day!!

2006-09-08T10:34:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow will be one of the busyist days of my life. I am already tired just
thinking about it.

My darling little princess will be in her school Mr and Miss pageant. We have
practice at 9:00am. Then as soon as we get out, we are heading for the hair
dresser. She will have her hair and nails done. I can't wait to see how she
looks.

By the time we get done there, grab some lunch. We are heading for their
cousin's birthday party. It is a costume party. Of course she is going as
a princess, her brother is going as a pirate.

Before the party is over. I will take the great deer hunter to his 1st
ever football game. The princess will go home with my mother in law to
wait for us. The great deer hunter is doing just great in football. I
was surprised, he took to it so well. He is pretty small for his age.
I have seen him take down boys ever bit 3x bigger than him. He is tackle
on defense. He is so small and fast, he hits the guy in front of him on
the legs and takes them down. Last week he hit a big kid, who fell on
top of him. The big kid had to be taken out of the scrimmage. He some how got
his hand in deer hunter's helment and cut it.

The kids dad will pick up princess at his moms. Get her to the pageant.
As soon as we get done with football. We will head that away. Football
game is from 5-6pm. It is at least an hour from the pageant. It starts at
7 pm.

The force be with me. I am so excited for both of them. I am not sure of
the chances princess has to win. But I can't wait to see her all dressed up.
The Great deer hunter's chance of winning are pretty slim. The team they are
playing was the best team at the scrimmages last week with all the teams.

That is enough rambling for now.

Do you remember

2006-02-22T13:40:00.001-08:00

It was bitterly cold, half a foot of snow. It was clear, the snow had
cleaned the air. It looked like the world was black and white, Pure
white. The only pure white God can make.

In this world of black and white. Before so many things made it grey.
There were a group of friends. Before the friends on tv. This group
had 4 boys and 3 girls. We met every day to hang out.

On this day we played tackle football in the snow. We went to the old
country store in town. This is the same store I had gone to since I
was a small child. It had concrete floors, high ceilings with ceiling
fans. I even had a feed room in the back. It was the kind of store you
would see in any small town America. It would take you back to the
1950's. But the year was 1974. (I think)

We warmed ourselves at the old stove. Eating snacks, drying off for the
next venture out in the snow. Some of us had been friends since before
school.

One of the guys, had lived next to me when I was 5 he was 3. I remember
being mad at him because he could pee behind a tree. I had to go in the
house. Which took me away from time playing.

One day we went about a mile from home. Crossed railrood tracks, an old, one lane,woode bridge. I got scared and would not come back across.
But that is another story.

Our little group started back out. Walked about 3 block, crossed a field.
We ended up at a frozen pond. While we were there we decided to play truth
or dare. In the midest of this, the dares started going to kissing. Who
would kiss who.

Now I had never been kissed, to say I was scared, excited, and shaking. As
you could imagine it came to me. One of the guys, that was the only jerk in
the bunch. Said he was sure I had never been kissed. I was so embarrassed.

The sweetest guy, Brad P said he would kiss me. I was sure I would just
faint right there. I can still remember his soft lips on mine. It was the
most tender kiss. I have only met one other guy who could kiss as good as
BP.

This was a warm tinder kiss, the kind what warms you to your soul. I will
always remember that day.

Tell me about your 1st kiss? Do you remember it? Who it was? What did you
think?

Do you remember

2006-02-22T13:40:00.000-08:00

Sweet Rain from Heaven

2006-01-28T08:15:00.000-08:00

Last night the Heavens opened up and let down a wonderful slow soaking rain.
It was the 1st substantial rain in a very long time. It was the 1st rain since
my husband put a top on our deck. It was so relaxing to hear the rain hit the
tin roof. It was a little to cool to go out and enjoy from the deck. But I can
not wait for warmer weather to sit in my swing, drifting off in to a nap. Listening
to the pitter patter of the rain on the tin.

We have a very busy day today. My little princess has a birthday party to attend.
It is at the local center for families and has a big indoor pool. I think I will
take the chance to get a little exercise in the water. It is so much easier on
my knees.

I know this has not been very much. But I have got to hit the ground running
today so much to do. My children are having a baked potato chili dinner at
church tonight. They are raising money for outings this summer.

Take care.

7 meme

2005-12-29T14:45:00.000-08:00

Trixie tagged me. So here are my 7 meme

A Seven things to do before I die.

1. She my children grown into happy,
well adjusted adults.

2. Understand what my purpose is.

3. Travel all 50 states.

4. Write a book or two.

5. Be as organized in my life as I see
in my head.

6. Learn to barrel race and drive a race car.

7. Dance on a sawdust covered dance floor,
holding tight to the mutual love of my life.

B Seven things I can not do.

1. Have a clean house.

2. Ride a bull

3. Understand men

4. Balance a check book. (even though I can balance
several thousand dollars daily at work.)

5. Sing with out freighting children.

6. Ride fast rides at the fair.

7. Tolerate self righteous people.

C Seven things that attract me. ( to anyone)

1. Laughter that goes down to he soul.

2. Smile

3. Welcoming eyes.

4. Good firm hand shake, (that limp stuff makes me
nervous)

5. Confidence

6. Able to find humor in everything.

7. Love of life.

D Seven things I say most often

1. What do you think you are doing?

2. Get down from there right now.

3. O no you didn't.

4. I love you.

5. I don't think so.

6. I am going as fast as old ladies can go.

7. Because I said so.

E Seven books ( or series or genres or topics) that I
love.

1. Bible

2. Self help books

3. Books on prayer.

4. Family history.

5. History of Oklahoma

6. Any cook books

7. Comic Romance novels

F Seven movies I would watch over and over again ( if I had time)

1. Gone with the Wind

2. Sabrina ( old and new)

3. You've got Mail

4. Bridges of Madison County

5. Breakfast at Tiffanies

6. Casablanca

7. Moonstruck

G. Seven people I want to join in too.

Most everyone I know has already done this.

Not a winter program

2005-12-19T06:19:00.000-08:00

We had our Christmas program at church last night. I was the mc,
and my preteen class did a skit. The 1st thing I said was this is
a Christmas program. It was not to be confused with a Holiday
program or Winter festival. It is a Christmas program, with the
country having issues, so now they call it a Holiday season.

We do not have issues it is a CHRISTMAS PROGRAM, CHRISTMAS SEASON,
IT IS CHRISTMAS!!!!!

It went very well, the 2yrs and under did a manger scene. Complete
with a live baby for Jesus. Surprisingly he did not cry. The next
2 classes combined for a songs and stories.

Then came my class. They wanted to do a skit. I did not have alot of
time to search for a skit. We decided to write our own. I gave them
3 choices on the setting. They picked a bus that hits a snowbank on
Christmas eve. They then picked what characters they wanted to be.

I sat down at the library, prayed for God to guide me in what he wanted
to say. I was very pleased. This was my 1st time to write a play. I
think God did a good job. Every one seemed to like it very well.
When I have more time to post I may list it for you.

Then young adult's did a skit. It all went very well.

I am feeling very stretched right now. There are some other issues
going on in my life that are deeply concerning me. So please say a
prayer for me, that God will guide me with wisdom, patience, strength.

I hope you all have the greatest Christmas ever.

Granny is missing

2005-12-14T10:12:00.000-08:00

About 4 months back. An elderly couple were at the
pharmacy next door. When the man came back to the
car he could not find his wife. We searched the parking
lot, all the buildings, the police were called.

I felt so sorry for him, he was so lost, and frail looking.
The police were scanning the surrounding area's. I
decided to walk the 1/2 block up to gas station to see
if she was there.

I went in asked the clerk if she had seen an eldery
heavy set women. She told me she had not seen her.
On the way back, I was almost to the street. A police
car whipped in. He rolled down his window. I could tell
by the look on his face, he thought it was me. I quickly
told him she was not in the store. I was not about to
give him the chance to ask me if I was her.

Saying that, when I got to work today. There were black
streamers on the door to my office, flyers saying
MISSING Have you seen this women with a picture of me
also mistaken for granny. She is lost can you find her.
Pictures of old women all covered my office. a Cautions senior
moment in progress toped my monitor.

So happy birthday to me(granny) by the way I am not that old
but apparently I look like it. I just recently colored my hair
again, in hopes people would stop thinking my deer hunter and
princess were my grandchildren..

Oh the women is fine. Her husband had left her at a yardsale.
Someone there had taken her home. What was even worse it was 2
yardsale stops before the pharmacy.

over the hill

2005-12-13T07:34:00.000-08:00

tomorrow is my birthday. At the office where I work.
There is a tradition, you get your cubicle decorated.

There have been several different ones. One was a
chicken coop for a girl who will not eat beef, one
was a hurricane, because both her sons were helping
during Wilma, we had a wedding for the new girl who
caught the bouquet at a resent wedding, a fashion show
for a lady who modeled for a fashion show at her church,
my personal favorite was trailer park white trash, complete
with duct tape, toilet seat flower planter, pink flamingo,
large Rebel flag.

So it will be very interesting to see what they do to me. I have
had to listen to them snicker, and full blown laugh out loud.
Stuff things in desk when I walk up. The new girl, said it is
the worst one yet. She even said she felt sorry for me.

I am getting pretty nervous. I will post what ever it is.

Dear Mom

2005-11-17T13:51:00.000-08:00

Dear Mom,

It seems like forever since you left. I know you are
in a better place. But I can't help but miss you.

It is almost Thanksgiving. I remember you getting up
at 4:00am to put the turkey on. Working all day in the
kitchen getting all the fixins ready. You would let me
do the dressin because you said I do it better. I can
taste the fruit salad with the little marshmallows in
it.

The brown and serve rolls with butter leaking out. Cran
berry sauce. The Thanksgiving day parade on TV. All the
football games, me and pop used to watch.

I miss sitting and talking about Christmas coming soon.
Planning shopping trips. I remember the day I realized you
and I would never shop together again. I cried all the
way home.

I love your homemade Christmas candy, helping you hang all
those stockings for all of us.

I have the fondest memories of when we lived in the Mize rent
house. We had the most horrible silver tree. But I thought it
was great. Then the next year I walked up by the baseball field
cut a tree down myself. Then drug it home. I sure did not look
that big out in the field. I took up 1/2 the wall and bent over
the ceiling. It looked naked because we did not have enough
ornaments. But you never said much.

I mostly love the way you made me barbie clothes, and furniture
out of commodity cheese boxes. I had living room, kitchen and
bed room furninture. The doors and drawers even worked. Then how
you saved your pennies so you could order the barbie rv from the
Sear's catalog. How surprised I was.

I want so much to be a good mom. I wish you could see my babies.
Well I guess they are not babies any more. The deer hunter is 9
now. You should see the excitement in his eyes when he catches a
fish, lizard or any other of God's little creatures. He has my
blue eyes. He can put an adult to shame when he prays. He gets
up in Church and sings with his friend. Oh how I wish you could
see him. He is my great protector. He has the kindest heart, and
is all boy.

I am paying for my raisin with the Princess. She has a sparkle in
her eyes that can't be equaled. She is the mother to every cat, dog,
rabbit, and bird that calls our house home. When she laughs it is
like joy ebbs from every fiber of her being. She has the most
enchanting singing voice. But so far has chosen to share it only
with her stuffed animals. She looks just like you when you were a
girl, curly hair and all. She is my conqueror. The coach at school
said he pities the man she marries.

I finished my 1st quilt. It as for the little princess. She loves
it. It was made from you flannel pj's, my gown, and one of princesses
gowns. It is very special to her and me. I found material to go with
the beautiful pansies you made. But I can not seem to sew it together.
I think it is still to emotional. I have it pinned together, so maybe
soon I will be able to sew it up.

Oh I wish I could just sit at the Kitchen table with you. Talk about
mom and daughter stuff. I know it is not Biblical but, I sure wish
you could sit on a cloud and watch the deer hunter and princess.

Well I have to go. Supper to get, move the living room around to have
a place for the Christmas tree.

Looking for Fall

2005-09-09T11:34:00.000-07:00

Hello Friends,
It is getting to be quit an ordeal trying to find out what all is wrong with
me. I think the new medicine is working ok. But I am tried of being sick, so
no more talk of it..I'll either get over it or not...

I just love the fall of the year. I look forward to with much longing.
The beautiful splash of color painted on the trees by our heavenly father.
The crisp morning air, that wakes up your face. The Pumpkins in the
fields, and on the porches. Ummm pumpkin pie..
Standing out in the night, looking up at the stars that were flung across
the night sky by our heavenly Father. Listening to the sounds of the night.
The hoot of the hidden owl. The coyotes howling from afar.
Watching the last of the lighting bugs shimmer from across the meadow.
Seeing the squirrels scamper to get there winter food stored. The end of
the bullfrogs sounding off, before they bury in for the winter.

What a wonderful time. It is my favorite. I do not do the heat well
anymore. The anticipation of winter coming. Watching a bomb fire with
all the colors bouncing as the fire consumes the wood. It has been to
long since I have enjoyed that.

The air just seem more clean, in the fall. Waking to the fog down in
the valley with the morning sun gleaming off of it. Hiking thur the
woods with the crisp leaves crunching under your boots.

WHOOO HOOOO FALL IS COMING...

update

2005-08-04T19:08:00.000-07:00

Hello Friends,
This is a short note to let you know I do have
an appointment next Thursday with my neurologist.

I have been talking to a lady from chruch who's
husband has epilsey. She has been very helpful.
I am going to start a calender to keep up with
my seisures and head aches.

Please pray I do not know how long I can work
the way I am now..

need a little help

2005-07-30T11:25:00.000-07:00

Hey friends,
I have not been here much lately. Some of that is
because our computer at home crashed. But other is
because, I am having a real hard time concentrating.

I was diagnosis with epilepsy last fall. It seem I
am having more mini maul seizures. I have also had
one grand maul seizure while I was asleep. My husband
woke up to the bed shaking. It eventual passed.

I of course had no memory of it. This is starting to
affect my job performance. For the 1st time in my life.
I did not get the full raise on evaluation. She told
me I needed to speed up and make better use of my time.

I have had some other medical procedures done lately that
I am still paying for(and I do have insurance go figure)
As soon as I get them paid for I have got to go back to
see the neurologist. I have a real hard time getting around
also.

This sounds like I am 70, but I am only 43. I have days when
I can move pretty good. But then I will have several days that
I find it very hard to just get out of a chair. I am also having
hand tremors. One night my fore finger was jumping for several
seconds..I have been dropping things, or knocking them off when
I try to pick them up..

It is hard to not be depressed. Just typing this little bit my
hand are trembling. And that is what I do for a living..I
may be able to find a job with less stress and skill. But my
family would suffer as we would take a big pay cut..

I am open to any and all advice..
Hope all of you are doing well..

Thanks

Aunt Doodle

2005-06-08T14:57:00.000-07:00

Everyone has a favorite aunt. Mine was Aunt Doodle. That was not her
given name of course. It was Wynonna, but I was 20yrs old before I
knew that.

My Aunt Doodle lived in California most of the years I was growing
up. She would ride the bus for days to come visit us in Oklahoma.
I would get so excited when I knew she was coming. I may have been
that because I didn't get to see her much that made me enjoy her so.

What ever the reason I thought she was the best. I can remember one
hot humid summer day. I was hanging clothes out to dry on the line.
When she our cousin brought her to see us. I left the clothes there
and ran to greet her. She gave the best hugs.

I would talk so fast she would have to slow me down. I would listen
to all the stories about California, her children, and her job.

Later in my life she moved back home. She had a mobil home down close
to the Paw Paw bottoms. I would go by cut her hair and give her a home
perm.

My sweet Aunt was a women of much faith in the Lord. I learned alot from
her. She would tell me about being a young girl down in the bottoms.
How they would walk to church, it was the only place to go. How poor
girls would dab vanilla flavoring behind there ears for perfume.

On cold snowy winter days they would wake up, to find snow on top of
the home made quilts. There would be so many quilts they could hardly
move. In the summer they would swim in the creek to cool off. After
they had washed out there quilts in the creek they would hang them
in the trees to dry.

Granny made there dresses out of flour sacks. At that time they were
cloth sacks made with material of different patterns and colors. If
it was your turn to get a dress you got to pick out the flour sack.

Aunt doodle was a wonderful cook. I think my favorite dish of hers was
pork fried rice. She will always be special to me.

My sweet Aunt went to heaven 3yrs ago this spring. Just a couple of
months before my momma did. I used to take momma, nannie, and Aunt
Doodle to Ft Smith to shop at KMart on Saturdays. It was always a
very colorful trip. My nannie and Aunt Doodle were sisters. But they
could not get along for very long.

It was always very funny to here them talk about growing up. I am
so thankful for all she shared with me..

Thanks for the memories Aunt Doodle..

Deer Boy

2005-05-05T15:35:00.000-07:00

On a happier note. My sweet Deer Boy is doing much better.
We discovered that if we give him and Princes diet coke before
school they are able to sit and concentrate more. He as gone from
having 4 f's to b & c's on his weekly assessment sheet.

I am so excited I am trying to find something special to take
both of them to..If any one has a ideal please share..

In memory of Amber Leann

2005-05-05T15:10:00.000-07:00

This has got be the saddest post I have ever written. But my heart cries out to
be heard on this. Early Sat April 30, at 1:00am. The young lives of 2 people
were taken.

Amber was returning home from a friends home. She was close to home. About
5 miles to the safety of her parents house. Amber was 19. She went to be with
the Lord.

The reason Amber went to be with the Lord. A young man of 20 made a very bad
choice. He was driving with a supended drivers license. It was not the 1st time
he had driven drunk..But it was his last.

He was driving the wrong way down and access road. 3 911 calls had already come
in. Not only was he going the wrong way, he did not have his headlights on. As
the police were in route to stop him.

The came upon one of the most horrific accidents. He had gotten on the bypass
going north in the southbound lane. From the time Ambers headlights put
him into her view, the impact was only seconds. She had tried to turn out
of his path, but there was not time.

Both were dead at the scene. They had to cut them out, emergency workers
tried there best but it was to much damage to their bodies.

My friend was at home alone at 2:00am when the police arrived to tell her that
her precious darling daughter would never come home again. Her husband was
gone for the weekend camping, her twins were out of town, one at a boys scout
camp out. The other in Chicago on a field trip for the gifted and talent students.

I pray I will never have to hear those words she heard that night, or the
words another set of parents had to hear. This life comes with no promise
of tomorrow.

It is so hard to understand why this had to happen. It is hard to admit
that as a young women I choice to drive drunk. I was very Lucky that no
one was ever hurt. I look back now I tried to justify that I only drove
on dirt roads, and the most I would hit was the ditch..

I had a dear friend that hit a tree, he was lucky too. It could have been
the end of his life.

Please, Please do not think I am preaching at any one..But if you drink
do not drive..I can not imagine what it would be like to know I ended
someone else's life because I made a bad choice..

Please remember my friends in your prayers..As well as the family of the
young man who hit Amber.

God Bless you all..

The Princess and The Great Deer Hunter

2005-04-01T17:00:00.000-08:00

Yesterday made me sick to my stomach. It was one of the days that I have come
dread like having to the principal office. It was parent teacher conference
day.
I have not said alot about my sweet little darlings. So I will introduce them
to you. My 1st born son I have named him The Great Deer Hunter. I will call
him Deer Boy for short. He is in 3rd grade has sparkling blue eyes, loves
snakes and hunting. He has always struggled with school. We have gone thur
extra tutoring, and summer school. About 2 months ago he was diagnosis as
ADD. This did not come as a great surprise to me. I have watched him struggle
to do his work. Unable to focus, sit still even cry because he wanted to do
well. We started the meds the doc and I agreed on.

It seemed to help some, but he is still struggling. It is so hard to go
and talk to his teacher. Who is a very nice lady that I correspond with
weekly. But unless some great awaking happens he will stay back this year.
It may end up being a good choice. I have an appointment with a place
called Learning RX next week. They will test him to see how he learns,
then try to retrain him on learning and studying. Please say a prayer
for us. He is small for his age, seems immature, and his birthday was
close to cut off so he is one of the youngest in his class.

I just do not want this to become a self esteem issue. He has already
suffered because he has such a hard time keeping up with the class.

Then we have my little Princess. That is the 1st word that comes to mind
when I think of her. She is very bright, vocal, and does not seem to have
any self esteem issues. She would be on the Honor Roll again if her hand
writing was not so messy. Her teacher did ask me if she had been tested
for ADD also. She does have a problem with her social skills.

She seems to argue with every one including the teacher. She can't seem
to stop talking to hear what the teacher is saying. Her teacher told
me that if we could get her to settle down she had no doubt that she
would be her top student.

Now I have not drank alcoholic beverages now for 10 yrs. But this sure
would be a time to have a good stiff drink. I try so hard to make sure
they have rounded lives, Church, school, cub scouts and brownies. Life
is so hard sometimes.

I know that there are some kids that are not taught to behave. But they
have been taught this. I know that this will pass. I just pray that they
are able to come thur with out to much baggage.

It is times like this that I miss my little mama so much. My mother in law
helps some. But some times you just need your mama. No matter how old you
get. I heard a man on the Radio talking about his mama today. How special
she was and that today was her birthday. She had passed away 24 yrs ago but
he still missed her.

The Princess and Deer Boy. God thank you for them. Give me wisdom and grace
to raise them to be strong, intelligent, loving, caring, hard working members
of the human race. I Pray most for happiness in there lives, That they find
true undying love that last a live time. I do not pray there lives always
be easy but that you always give them strength and wisdom to make it thur
the journey you have for them. I pray that they be a reflection of you in
all they say and do....And bless me with grandchildren...And health to
enjoy them.. Amen

California Bound

2005-03-16T15:52:00.000-08:00

Hi guys, sorry it has taken me so long. So much going on. I am
almost healed from my last surgery Dec 11,04. Any way lets go
west.

In June 1989, man does that seem like an eternity ago. I loaded
everything I could fit in my Pontiac Sunbird. Off I went for what
would be an adventure. I did not even get to there before the adventure
began. My little car started giving me trouble.

I was in the middle of the dessert. The stretch that does not have
any thing by a rest stop in the middle with rest rooms and phones.
I was coming up a hill when I noticed that my car was getting hot.
I pulled over to check the situation out. I discovered upon raising
the hood that my water pump was going out.

I was leaning on the car watching the big orange sun set, wondering
what the heck I was going to do. I was just about to cry. When an
18 wheeler pulled up behind me. He had seen my Oklahoma tags when I
had passed him at the bottom of the hill. He being from Enid his self
decided to stop and help. He had some water in jugs that we put in the
car. We then limped it to the rest area.

At the rest area I met the sweetest retired couple. B and R I will call
them. They lived in Orange, Ca and were on there way home. They took
me under there wings and stayed with me almost all the way to were I
was going. They also kept what was one very scary looking man away.
He kept trying to get me to go and have coffee with him once we got
back into a town. B and R stopped and we had coffee before they had
to go in another direction. B gave me the jugs full of water to get
me the rest of the way, a flash light (I still have it) and there
address and phone number.

I made it in to Lakewood, Ca with out any more trouble. I sent B and R
a thank you note. They became very good friends I even spent one Thanks
giving with them when I was in Calif. I met all there family. Apparently
they always keep a journal or there travels. They read the entry of
meeting and saving me. It was great.

Once in Lakewood I started out as a Nanny for my friends mother. She
had 4 children at home. So I stayed there all summer with them. We had
fun most days. It was very challenging as I had not really been responsible
for children on a regular basis. One of the children was handicap. He
had a great attitude. I had not been there very long when I was supposed
to make cookies for his class. I had the cookies all ready to go in the
oven. But the oven did not work. The family I was staying with had just
moved in the week I came. So we had not met all the neighbors yet.

I took my pan of cookies next door and rung the door bell. I introduced
my self explained the situation and asked if she could bake my cookies.
This was a very sweet couple Carl and Cathy. She did and saved me.
This job taught me a lot of things that I would use later after I married
and became a mother.

After the kids went to school in the fall. I was just about to go out
looking for a job. My friends aunt asked if I would like to work in
there family lumber yard. I worked there the next 2 1/2 yrs I was in
Calif. I had never worked on a computer, but they were very patient and
taught me. I also learned to measure lumber by board ft and lineal ft.

I was able to see a lot of diverse cultures. I am from a small town
with one stop light. So this was a learning adventure. I lived in a couple
of different places, Lomita, Torrance, and Lakewood. I met some wonderful
friends that I still keep up with. I was able to go to Dodgers games,
some plays, Hollywood Bowl, and a few other things. It was a great time.
You can take the girl out of the small town, but some times you can
never take the small town out of the girl. I missed home so much.

When I left I had put an ad in the Ft Smith paper. "I am going to the
land of palm trees and falling stars. But my heart will always belong
down a dirt road in Oklahoma. I will be back. " And my longin for home
was just to strong. So I put another ad in the Ft Smith paper from Calif.
" I have seen the palm trees and falling stars. But the call of a dirt
road is bringing me back home."

Now my memory isn't what it used to be so the ad's may not have read
exactly that but it is close. So I had a yard sale put every thing that
would fit in the new car I had bought while I was there and headed for
home.

I will try my best not to stay away as long.

Jack of all master of none, chpt 2

2005-01-11T14:21:00.000-08:00

The next small truck stop I worked in was across the street
from the 1st one. It was now closed. It was at the 1st truck
stop that I met ER and his brudder. We all 3 would work for
these folks for the next few years off and on. Even though I
had been robbed at gun point, I did not have a healthy fear
of any thing or any one.

During my time at this place, I remember one night a local drug
thug had bought some beer. He wanted me to give him the ice.
I told him I could not do that. He tried for a while to get me
to, but finally gave up and went out side. As I watched him he
opened the ice box and got the ice any way. Well this really
made me mad..I picked up the loaded 38 that was under the counter
walked out the door. I will never forget the look on his face.
All I said was "put it back" he did!

I learned God has to have been looking out after me. I have
heard, God watches out for fools and drunks I was not drunk.

During the time I was working nights there I also worked for
my cousin. She and her husband ran a Bingo parlor. I worked in
the back room where all the pull tabs and blackjack table were.
This was lots of fun. But I watched people who did not have
the money, loose there rent and food money. I used to like
to play blackjack some. But I gave myself a limit and when it
was gone so was I..Another thing I learned was some people are
bad no matter how good you are to them. My cousin's son could
have had the world on a silver platter. But he choose to steal
from his parents, do drugs, and ended up in prison. He is now
very sorry for all the pain he has caused her and her family.

I left for a short time to work for a bakery. I worked in a
thrift store where you can buy day old bread and pastries.
This was a short job as the pay was not to great, but I could
have all I wanted to eat..I left there 10 lbs heavier..I had
to get out quick..But I do know now that there are great
bargains at the bread thrift store..

I went back to the truck stop. I worked there until I left for
California. But one more truck stop story. I can't understand why
a van load of men would try to scare a sweet young lady like me.
It was about 3:00am when they pulled up. It was a van with a small
uhaul behind it. The van had several guys with long hair and lots
of tattoos. After they came in I learned they were a band on the
way to LA. from New York. They chatted about stuff for a while
when one of them asked if I was scared working there at night?
I told him not usually. He was looking in a glass case with nick
nacks in it. It also had some of those butterfly knives. He smiled
real big and asked me what I would do if someone came after me
with one of them. This made me pretty mad but I held my temper.
I smiled at him, then explained that I would not do any thing
except pull the string. "What string" he asked. I said the one
attached to the sawed off shot gun mounted under the counter!
Now there really was not a sawed off shot gun under the counter.
There was a loaded 38 pistol. But it made me mad that he was
trying to scare me. You should have seen him trying to get out
of the store without going past the counter..They all left pretty
quick after that..I learned when in doubt bluff your butt off.

Next chapter I put every thing I owned in my car and moved to
California..

Jack of all master of none.

2005-01-10T17:15:00.000-08:00

With gainful employment now in my possession once again. I begin to
look back at my employment history. I have one semester of pre nursing
under my belt. That is the only college courses, the rest is what ever
looked good at the time. So here we go..

I started working in high school during the summer. I stripped floors,
painted walls, cleaned furniture and got my 1st kiss. He was the
supervisor's son. Who sent us off to work in empty building alone.
I learned a lot that summer. What was the funniest part. His dad was
trying to fix him up with my best friend. She was slimmer than me
with blond hair. But his son apparently found this little chubby girl
with brown hair a little more to his liking. But when school started
back the romance ended. But I did continue to work for the school
after school and during the summer until my last year of school.

My next job was working in a small truck stop owned by a soy bean
farmer. I worked Friday and Saturday nights 11:00pm to 7:00am then
back at 3:00pm to 11:00 on Sunday. I started out as a fry cook. The
only experience I had was cooking at home. This little truck stop
was close to one of the local bar's. So at 2:00 am when it closed,
we loaded up with drunks. I fried and scrambled eggs, sausage, ham,
bacon, and burnt toast and pancakes. I went home crying. It took a
while but I finally got the hang of it and became a pretty good
fry cook. I even had a man come back to the kitchen and give me a
tip. Said he owned a restaurant somewhere, and I had made him the
best pork chops he had ever eaten. I thanked him, but did not tell
him I had dropped one on the floor. (I had to use it we did not
have any more so I washed it off good and cooked it)

I graduated to waitress. This worked until I got out of High School.
I then went full time as 2nd shift waitress. Until the day I came
to work to find a note on the door. The IRS had taken possession of
the building and business for back taxes. I went home crying what
would I do. I had just moved out in my 1st apt. I cried for about
an hour. Then got cleaned up and went to the restaurant across the
street and got a job.

I left the restaurant next door to work in a furniture manufacturer.
We built living room furniture. I worked in the cutting room. I
helped the cutter lay out the material on a long table, then put
a pattern on it dust it with baby powder. She would then cut it.
I would bundle. I learned alot about working with women at this
job. It sucks...They whine, back bite and are plain nasty at times.
It was very hard on me. I stayed out in the floor where they
upholstered the furniture. The men out there were alot more friendly.
Of course this gave all those women lots to talk about. But it
was more fun. They taught me to play poker. Which came in handy
all the rest of my life..I did learn how to tell if living room
furniture was built well or if it would fall apart in a year. I
also learned enough about sewing and upholstering that I can do
it for myself if needed..

During my time there I also worked weekends as a nurses aid at a
nursing home. Now there is not much that can prepare you for that.
But I have always had a love for children and old people. The first
weekend I worked I could not eat for the smell. It is better now.
Most of them do not smell as bad. There are new products to help
with the work and keeping the smell down. One thing that comes to
mind, I got locked in a shower with a lady. I had gotten her
cleaned up and dressed. But when we went to get out the door would
not open. The Fire Dept had to come and take the door off. This
trained me for other jobs I did as private duty nurse and taking
care of my grandpa when he got sick.

The next job I went to was working at a small convenience store.
The one I told you about in the story where I got robbed. I learned
when some one has a gun give them money....

I am going to have to break this into more than one story..

Need Job Soon.

2005-01-04T06:34:00.000-08:00

My plans for working at the school with my kids is not
panning out. So I am in search of employment. I really
did not want to go back into the city. But alas, I
most likely will.
Please say a prayer for me. I have an interview this
morning. It would be a good thing. It is at the edge
of the City. So I could get there from home in 15 min.
Not have to get into the worse of the traffic.

And best of all it should pay very close to what I made
at the Lab. It is doing the same thing.

Hope you all have a the best of days.

April 1985

2004-12-28T18:50:00.000-08:00

In April 1985 I was 22. I worked in a small convienance
store just outside Ft Smith, Ark. It was on the hwy
pretty much by it's self. I worked 2nd shift and had
to close alone. I carried a small hand gun that attached
to my jeans pocket.

On this day I forgot my gun at home. The girl leaving
offered to leave her's. I told her I would be fine. We
changed shifts at 2:00pm.

I was starting out to be a normal day. All the regular
folks coming in. There was a few folks that I did not
know, but being on a main hwy that was not unusual.
But what would happen next was would be unusual.

A small man about 5'7" dark hair 145lbs with a plaid
shirt and jeans, put a 6pk of beer on the counter. I
put the paper down I was looking at. When I turned to
ring it up, he had a gun in my face.

Now this is not something you have to practice for. My
arms new exactly what to do. They reached for the sky!
It took some coaxing to get them down to put the money
in the bag, like the man was telling me to do.

I was shaking like a drunk without a drink. I had just
finished putting all the money in the bag and was handing
it to this man with the gun. This gun by the way looked
like a cap gun out of a toy box. But sure the heck was
not going to question him about it.

The door opened and Ronald came walking in. It was his
normal routine to stop on the way to the factory. The
man turned to him pointing the gun at him. "get in the
back of the store" was what the gun bearing man said.

Ronald for what ever reason thought it was a joke. I
can not imagine why my colorless face was not evidence
enough. The man then turned to Ronald who now had his
hand on a coke box to open it.

The sound was like a firecracker on the 4th of July. But
by the look on Ronald's face it was unmistakable. He went
white instantly. Then went into the back room with out a
word. The bullet missed his head by no more than 2 or 3 inches.

The gunman then turned to me and told me to get back there with
him. I did as quickly as I could. I was scared, mad, and worried
all at the same time. There were lots of adverbs coming out of
my mouth.

Then I heard it the bell on the front door. I told Ronald I did
not know what he was even driving. I peeked my head out. He was
gone. I ran up the side of the store to the front window.

I got there just in time to see his truck driving out the back.
I wrote his tag # down. Then tried to call the police. Since we
were not in the city limits. The local town I called did not
want to take my call.

"I have just been robbed with shots fired do you think you
might be able to pass that along even if it is not in your city"
I said. I did not have much patience with him. But he finally
said he would. I still did have to call the county sheriff.

I called my boss. Then I called my parents ( who had heard the
call on there scanner that a hysterical girl had been robbed)
Now I was not hysterical at that point. Maybe back in the
back room with all those adverbs coming out.

The man with the gun was caught at 6th and Garrison in Ft Smith.
He had money, and beer. But no gun, but we had the bullet.

Turns out this man had only been out of prison a few months. He
had done a lot of not so nice things including killing a man in
a bar.

The next morning the local paper had a not so lovely picture of
me on one side and him being arrested on the other side.

When we went to the pilminary hearing, Ronald and I were just a
little nervous. Ronald asked when we had testified if he had
stared at me. I told him no, why? Ronald said he stared at him
the whole time he was on the stand. "Well the local paper didn't
give him a picture of you to post on his cell wall"

Our gun man plead guilty on the day we were to go to trail. It
was reduced from Armed robbery, felon in possession of a fire arm,
and shooting with intent to kill. To Armed robbery, felon in
possession, and shooting with intent to injure. He got 3 20yr sentences.

I did not sleep for 2 days after this happened. I almost
shot some little old lady digging in her purse. The district
attorney called me after he pled guilty. Said my testimony
was the reason. I had described him almost perfectly. I missed
his weight by 5lbs his height by 1 in. Had his clothes and truck.

I try not to think of this to much any more. It scared the
poop out of me. More so when I realized all he had done before.

Just a day in my life

2004-12-28T13:13:00.000-08:00

The tv is playing a modern version of cartoons. I personally
do not get them. The house is a mess, remnants of Christmas
paper on the floor, Christmas toys everywhere, half built
log houses.

There are 3 cats Snow ball (solid white daughter's baby) princess
(long haired striped annoying) Oliver Wendell Douglas (solid black
cat son'safter Green Acres fame) 2 puppies the biggest
chocolate (son's big boy)smallest chocolate (daughter's
Rose Grace) All 5 of these are running, playing, chasing
one another.

I wonder when the mess will be cleaned up. Not for at least
12 yrs. That should be when the youngest should go off to
college. So between now and then I will do my best to make
sure that the mess is a controlled mess.

I think I fell into that June Cleaver illusion. I really thought
that when I had a family. We would have a clean home, play well
together, get home work done. You know just like on tv.

Boy have I had a rude awakening. My house is never clean even
on the day when I work my butt off to get it clean. And I
never remember Beaver and Wally screaming at each other.
Ripping things from one another, slamming doors and
crying. I can deal with the crying for a scrapped knee.
But the crying for he said she said is not so easy.

And just who the heck did her laundry? I never remember
seeing her doing laundry. There was 4 of them, there is
4 of us. The laundry is a never ending, ever growing
heaping pile.

I guess after hearing ER talk about his baby bird. 12 yrs
is not all that long. They are big enough to at least
carry those heaping piles of laundry to the laundry room
now.

And one just stopped by to hug and kiss me. What the
heck am I complaining about. I have the good life.

The most anticipated shower of my life

2004-12-10T18:03:00.000-08:00

I had surgery on Nov 11. This surgery was to take off
the part of my abdomen that was making it's way to my
knees. I did not intend to share all the gory details
with you all.

The afternoon after my surgery. I could tell already
that my life was going to be alot more pleasant. My
legs finally had relief from the weight that had been
bearing on them for so long. Every time I took a step
my leg had to push it up to go forward. Sitting in a
chair was not much better. They weight would cut the
blood flow and put my legs to sleep.

It did not matter if I lost weight. This was not going
away. So after years I finally had the money to do it.

I did very well the first few days. Then infection set
up. I was so sick, I almost called the funeral home to
make my arrangements. I am just now finishing up the 3rd
antibiotic.

They removed the last of 4 drains that I went home with
today. I feel free finally. I do still have a little stuff
draining off of my incision. But it is so much better than
it was.

As the nurse removed the drain today. She said I guess you
know what this means. I CAN TAKE A SHOWER!!!! I have never
in my life gone a month with out a bath or shower.

Sponge baths are just not the same. I could sit on the side
of the tub wash and shave my legs. Do the rest at the sink.
I still have to wait until tomorrow morning. 24hours after
the drain is removed.

I can not wait to feel that hot water on my body. She told
me I could not stay in the shower to long. I don't care just
a few minutes will be the best shower of my life.

I will say this. Even though I have been so sick. I would do
this again. Just for the physical benefits. They took 13 pounds
off. I can reach my toes again. I can shave my legs without
having to be a acrobat. My back thinks it has died and gone
to heaven. My legs feel as if they have been loosed.

I am hoping that one day I can run again. I have not been able
to run for at least 20 yrs. I dream of running. I know that
is silly. But I used to love just running.

Hope all of you are doing well. Sorry it has been so long.

Smile

2004-12-02T08:52:00.000-08:00

This is not going to be any great story.
I am still mending. I find out tomorrow if
I have to go back for another surgery.

But I couldn't say a way forever. Even if
my mind is still running on half cylinders.

I have always loved Christmas. I know what
a wonderful gift it was. But I also loved
Santa. My children found out last year that
Santa was not real.

This came with mixed emotions for me. They
are very much aware that Christ's birth is
the reason we celebrate Christmas.

But I will miss the surprise and excitement
of Christmas morning. We never put a present
under the tree until Christmas morning.

One Christmas eve we would read the story of
Santa, put out cookies and milk, and we even
went out side to put down reindeer dust.
This would help Santa find us.

Then on Christmas morning, I would hear those
little feet hit the floor running. Then stop
dead in there tracks. A great gasp would come
from each of them.

Then they would run to our room screaming he
has been here! Get up, Get up!

There is not much in the world that compares
with the joy and excitement on the face of a
child.

So this year since they already know we are Santa.
I told them I would put presents under the tree as
I get them.

My husband did the good deed of being at Walmart at
6:00am the day after Christmas. I was still down and
could not go. The prize we were after was a trampoline.

So it has been in the back of his explorer with a sheet
over it. I told him he better get it in the house.
Yesterday he had to come home to help me move puppies.
So he brought it in.

I got it wrapped with a few other things. The kids were
so excited to see presents. We were sitting at the supper
table. When my daughter said, You know that big one looks
just like that trampoline in the back of dad's truck.

My son yelled at her, "you were not supposed to say anything".
I had a very hard time keeping my composure. So much for
surprises.

Hope you all have a Blessed and happy Christmas holiday.

Dreams from the heart

2004-11-21T08:03:00.000-08:00

I have never read a book about dreams. Although maybe
I should. For whatever reason my mother, one of my
sisters and me have dreams that come true. Now I am
putting myself out there, for you all to start
laughing, thinking that she has lost it. Well maybe
I have.

I have a dear friend that once in a while he come to
see me in my dreams. So when I call him to see if
everything is ok. He just laughs at me and says yes.
So every dream is not some crystal ball into the
future. But once in a great while one hits me that
for some reason really sticks with me.

I am going to share 2 such dreams.

I was 7 months pregant with my 1st child. I had seen
the ultra sound so I knew it was our son. In this dream
I could see thur my stomach. He was there clear as a bell.
I saw every feature he had. In the dream I was looking at
him. He has his right fist clinched on my left pointing
finger. I was stroking his eyebrow with my right pointing
finger. I remember my desire to hold him was so strong.
I remember thinking how unfair to see him and not be
able to hold him.

The next day I told everyone about my silly dream. We all
laughed bout hormones and stuff like that.

It was a hot humid July day that my son was born. I was 4
days to my due date. My doctor decided to induce me because
I was starting to swell and my blood pressure was going up.
The old days it was called toxemia, preclampcia now.

Every thing started at 5:00am when they started the IV of
meds that would start my labor. They were getting all the
pre delivery things out of the way. At 10:00 am my doc came
in and told my I did not have enough platelets. If you
remember from school. You need them to clot blood. I truly do
not remember how may I did have but it was not enough.

So I could not have a spinal block or any pain meds that
would mask my contractions. OH JOY! Now this was my 1st
so at this point I really had now ideal how bad a
contraction really was. BUT WAS SURE ABOUT TO FIND OUT!

They came in and broke my water at 12:00 noon. That water
was a cushion, so from that point on. To say I was not a
happy camper wouldn't be strong enough words. I was going
to die I just knew it. No one could possibly live thur
this. I even have a high tolerance for pain.

At 8:30pm they decided I was ready to push. There is this
wonderful God thing about pushing. It makes the contraction
go away. Talk about reason to pop the thing right out of
there. I pushed so hard on the 1st time that, the nurse
told me to stop because the Doctor was not in there yet.

When he finally showed up and everything was ready. But
8:45 my son was out. But there were several problems,
1st he had the cord around his neck. When they cut it
to get off his neck the cord got loose and he lost blood.

They finally got him out and were cleaning him up. I was
watching him. He did not move much, no crying, and was
white as snow. I called his name, he turned his head to
me but I knew some thing was very wrong.

My son had been exposed to StrepB (that we had no ideal
I was carrying) StrepB I am told is at any given time
carried by 25 to 30 % of women. It comes and goes. If
you tested 100 women one day 25 to 30 % would test positive
for StrepB. If you went back and tested the same 100
women a month later 25 to 30 % would test positive but
it would not be the same ones as before.

The week he was born, the medical society had recommend
that all pregnant women be screened for StrepB after
there 35 week of pregnancy. So that antibodies could
be given to the mother prior to birth, this covering
the child.

As I lay in my bed not knowing what was wrong with
my son. They gave him to me to hold briefly then
whisk him away. Soon they came to tell me there was
some thing wrong but they did not know yet what it
was. He was dehydrated, has low blood count, and
had some sort of infection.

I layied in that bed and could hear my son scream(from
across the hall in the baby intensive care unit)
as they did a spinal tap on him. He was so dehydrated
they did not get any thing. The Doctor himself put
an IV in his head. It was the only place they could
find a vein.

The next morning I was standing next to the small
bed they had him on wires, monitors everywhere.
I was looking down at this precious gift.

He had my left finger clinched in his tiny fist, I was
stroking his eyebrow, longing so much to just pick him
up in my arms. It took a few minutes for my dream to
come to me.

Now, I am not going to try and explain this because I
can't. Just so you will know my son is a healthy,
active, and as normal as any of are. He had not one
complication from this. I do give all the credit to
my heavenly Father,and a wonderful pediatrician that
stayed up all night that first night with him.

My dream came again about the 7th month of my
pregnacy with my daughter.

This one was just as confusing as the first. I could
see thur my belly but it was dark and cloudy. I could
feel her moving but could not see or touch her.

Since all the complications with my son. We felt
ready for this one. But true to form 9 days prior
to due date I ended up in the hospital. Swollen,
with preclampcia, and soon would discover that my
platets were at 37,000 you are supposed to have
160,000 just a tad bit low. This condition is
called PPD (pregancy platelet Disorder). I have
plenty up until time to deliver.

Any way my Doctor was afraid for my and my child.
He said if I delivered her we might both bleed
to death. So the decision was made to do a
c-section. Because of the PPD I had to be
given a local and would not be able to see
my daughter born. I went into the delivery room at 7:00
at 7:20 my daughter was born.

This time unlike my son she had not suffered any
complication from my sickness. She scored a perfect
10 on her apgar test. The hospital said it had
been a few years since a child had scored a 10.

I however was not doing very well. My platelets after
the delivery dropped to 27,000. My Doctor was very
concerned about me. The meds they give you for
preclampcia make you wish you were dead.

I was pretty sure this one was going to get me.
It was early the next morning when I realize
I still had not seen my daughter.

My dream came back to me. She was born in the
dark to me.

I asked to see her. She was so beautiful. Since
she did not have problems her skin was pretty
and pink. She was perfect.

This has been so emotional to write. Brought back
so many fears and pain. Note: I read an article
in a magazine that told the story of a women who
lost her baby to StrepB. Her child had been exposed
about half as long as my son. I remember sitting
in the breakroom crying, thinking how blessed I
felt. But also wondering why I was and she was
not.

Out of blogville

2004-11-10T06:58:00.000-08:00

Hey guys, I am taking a short time out.
I have some more medical crap to deal with.
But should be back good as new in about a
week or so..take care see you all soon.

Three Chocolate Two licorice

2004-11-03T21:26:00.000-08:00

It was a cold rainy day after the election.
I was having to move the roaster and hen into
a pen I built. Trying not to trip over the 3
cats at my feet.

I was so busy, making sure the make shift
chicken house would stay up. At least until
I could get better weather.

I had not noticed that my momma dog had not
come out to greet me. She is a black lab. We
have had her since my son was born 8 yrs ago.

She was always a good natured dog. When my son
was still in his walker in the back yard, she
would sit beside him and not leave until I came
and took him back in.

When I started looking for her today, I found her
behind the old cabin, in a corner by the old chimney.

She already had one Chocolate brown puppy and one
black licorice puppy. I was raised with animals so
I was blessed to see God's miracles early in life.
But they are still just as special each time.

She was just cleaning up the Chocolate. As I sat down
and patted her head. I knew she was not done yet. I
did my best to get her to move into the old block
building. She would not go, and I can not carry her
she is about 75 to 80 lbs.

So I gathered up some old clothes to put down for her
and her new family. (If you missed the story the neighbors
chocolate lab got in our dog pen)

I sent most of the after noon being moral support. I am
so amazed at the basic instinct she has. She did not go
to labor classes, or natural child birth classes. As much
as I wanted to help. I am certain that all my coaching was
not exactly helping her.

The next puppy came out just fine. Sack popped and she cleaned
it right up. But the fourth little one, another chocolate had
an extra thick sack. It was not moving, I watched her as she
bite, pulled, and licked until she freed that puppy. I was getting
a little scared it was not moving. But she kept moving it
around until it started moving and squealing.

That is life pure and simple. We are born with 2 basic instincts
first is to eat, second is to breed. (not a nice way to put it
I guess but it is true) No one had to teach her how to care for
her puppies. God built it in.

Girl's night

2004-10-22T14:21:00.000-07:00

As I remember girls night. It used to include my friend
Crystal, usually beer, and what ever else we could find
to get into. Which most always ended up at the Paw Paw
bottoms.

A fire, friends, and good conversation under the wide
open sky's. This went on for several years. But as with
life things changed. I moved to California, She got
married.

That was some where near 20 years ago. Live has gone
on to different things.

Tonight my daughter and I are having a girl's night.
No there is no beer involved. But It is one of my
favorite times. The husband and son are on a men's
retreat in the woods.

My darling I call her Gurtie. I am not sure where it
came from. But I am the only one allowed to call her
that.

She is the spiting image of me as a girl. Although I
am pretty certain I was not that cute. But pictures do
show a big resemblance.

Tonight we will make nacho's in the microwave, fix hair
(several times), paint our finger and toe nails. Sit
out on the deck in the swing with the cats. Watch
her favorite movie, cuddle up in the bed together.
Talk about all the things she wants to do in her life.

Being a mom has been the hardest thing I have ever
come across. (especially in this day). But it has
to be at the top of my list. I know my sweet momma is
in heaven laughing herself silly at me.

Well I have to go. I have a date waiting.

Ol Blue

2004-10-20T13:43:00.000-07:00

Ol blue was a truck. Not any thing that would catch
your eye. Just a blue 4x4 that my friend owned. But
blue was special to me.

I have so many wonderful memories associated with blue.
He took me to the woods, to town, down to the river,
and even to Dallas to get lottery tickets. (if my memory
has not failed)

Blue was always an invitation for a ride with a friend or
maybe friends. I never knew what adventure we would find.
On one occasion blue was hauling home a sectional couch for
me. He was not doing well and the altinator was going out.

My friend and I were just trying to get back home. Part of
the secional baled out of the back on a curve. We opt to
just leave to go back and get later. I think there must have
been 10 cars that tried to wave us down, to tell us that we
had lost the couch. My friend just waved mumbled under his
breath "people need to mind there own business".

Blue most likely had rear end prints (that is the nicest way
I new to put it) of lots of folks. But before he went a way
he still had foot prints, that were mine still on the windshield.

The night they came to be, was a hot Oklahoma evening in June.
My friend and I were sitting in an old favorite place down in
the Paw Paw bottoms. Just talking about everything and nothing.
A army helicopter came to rest on top of the trees. I would
say about 1/4 mile off.

We laughed, thinking they were sitting there listening to us.
I remember we made stupid noises just to entertain them.
I'm sure they must have thought we were crazy.

As we sat there that night, I had put my feet up on the dash,
I am not very tall, I could rest them perfectly just touching
inside of the windshield. That is were the footprints came
from.

Where ever you are blue, thanks for all the memories.

Mamma's

2004-10-18T07:14:00.000-07:00

The experts say, a child believes it is part of the momma
for the first year of it's life. Then they go thur the time
of developing their own independence.

I do not know for certain. But some where in your life cycle,
I think we may revert back to momma. Not completely as in the
first year. But as we get older, I think we become more aware
of all the things momma did for us. If you happen to be female
you may even evolve into a newer version of you momma.

You notice I did not refer to her as Mother. It may be my
southern heritage, but for whatever reason she will always
be momma.

My little momma (she was only 5'1") left this world on May 24,02.
She enjoyed some fresh strawberries (one of her favorites) from
Mrs Jones's garden. When thur her, what had become normal evening
of resting quietly trying to get one more breathe.

She went to sleep, woke up in heaven sometime near 1:00pm the next
day. I was very thankful and had prayed she would just go to sleep.

My momma was from the old school, "spare the rod spoil the child"
to say I was not a spoiled child would be a accurate statement.
But just for the record, I am a better person for it. And even in
today's "time out" method of choice. I still think there are times
when spanking is necessary(don't even send me your comments about
it I am not changing my mind).

We had moved to Nicut,Ok. It is a small spot on hwy 101. The old
house had 3 rooms, no inside toilet. But I loved it, we were out
in the middle of no where. The chickens prior to us had left me
a gift. Now being 5 yrs old, rotten eggs were a treasure. I was
well armed to bomb all my enemies. My first target was the side
of the house. Now it did not take my momma long to figure out she
was under attack. She came out on the back porch, yelled at me to
"stop that right now". Then went back into the house.

Now any smart child would had ceased and disperses to other
adventures. Well I was not know for being smart just yet.
Out the door she came, fire in her eyes, I knew that look.

I am not sure what took over me, but I took off running. She was
right behind me, until I turned the corner of the house. I looked
back she was gone. Well this is pretty cool, I will have to remember
running is good. I went on about my meandering.

I was under a tree, making mud pies. I never saw her coming, she
grabbed me up by the hair. I thought she was going to beat me to
death. (not really just a figure of speech) The whole time she was
administering correction, she was telling me not to EVER RUN AGAIN!
I never did.

My little momma was a women of few words. We had moved back to town.
I was being normal little tom boy. I had climbed up into a tree in
the front yard. Getting back down was causing me a little difficulty.
I decided momma was the help I needed. "MOMMA, MOMMA" she emerged from
our small house, little sister on her hip. "What are you doing up in
that tree", she asked. "I can't get down" was my pitiful replay.

"Well you got up there, you get down". "But momma I can't" I whinnied.
She turned on her heals went back in the house. She reemerged in a
short time, with the pillow from my bed in tow. "Here you might need
this if you are staying up there" was all she said.

I bailed out of that tree right then. One of the best lessons she
ever taught me. You get in the mess you get out of it..

I could go on, but I will spare you. If you still have the wonderful
gift of your momma. Give her a hug, tell her how much you love her.
My momma knew how much I loved her, and I knew she loved me. But all
the hugging is gone for me.

Just where is 10buck2?

2004-10-18T06:23:00.000-07:00

The 1st time I knew for certain I was in 10buck2. I was visiting
my little sister in Southern Oklahoma. Some where on a 2 lane
hwy close to Ardmore was a sign that told me I had found 10buck2.

Our 10buck2 Ranch (establishment for raising livestock) is a happy
home for 3 dogs, (Sugar, Tippy, and Blaze) three cats, (snowball, Oliver,
and princess) 2 of the meanest roosters, one wore out hen, and last
but not least my favorite Donald the duck.

We are on 24 acres, on a hill, facing the eastern sky. We have a
spectacular view. ( once we get enough of the trees out of the way) Don't
worry, there are plenty of trees. The few it will take to get view won't be
missed.

If I can figure out how to use the scanner I will post a picture of our view
So if you are having one of those terrible, horrible, very bad days. You
can imagine setting out on our deck, listening to all the noises from the
forest below.

Once when I had moved to California ( I had temporary insanity). Any way
a very dear friend made me a video of back home. ( which is eastern Oklahoma)
The thing that made me cry was listening to the bugs you hear on a hot summer
day, down in the bottom land. (that is another favorite place)

This video helped make it thru hard days with no dirt roads or nature noises.
People can buy CD's of this kind of God's music. I have it first hand. So any
time you are sitting in traffic, trying to make a deadline, or just want to relax
you can come here and take a break.

It is also home to husband, me and 2 rambuckush children.

Oh yea, if any one needs a puppy let me know. The neighbors chocolate
lab came to visit our black lab. So we are now expecting puppies
around Christmas.

Maiden voyage

2004-10-15T16:57:00.000-07:00

Hello,

This is a test run. If it works I will be back later..

jeannie diane