tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31780744050383490872024-03-05T07:25:26.722-06:00God put a Smile upon my FaceJunebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.comBlogger608125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-21080644924528948012012-02-03T00:43:00.000-06:002012-02-03T00:43:42.021-06:00Now (while it is still called today)<strong>"Life is only all our moments slipped on in a row, one after the other</strong> — <em>and if you turn slow in the light, the moments might shine translucent.</em><br />
And the surprise of it catches you and releases you and it is what you always hoped and always knew.<br />
<strong>There is glory in every now.</strong><br />
Strange —-<br />
how you can turn, turn direction a bit like the wind —<br />
and all this grit becomes such startling grace…"<br />
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This is taken from Ann Voscamp: <a href="http://aholyexperience.com/">http://aholyexperience.com</a><br />
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This made me think of knitting row after row of yarn and ending up with a beautiful tapestry of colors. Life is to be lived in the "now." I try every day to be "present" everywhere I am. It's a work. Like a work of art. It's the art of living. That's what I want to remember and be remembered for. That I took the time to make those around me feel special. Everyone wants to be noticed and heard. Breathe. That's how we need to live. Just breathe. There's glory in every NOW.Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-72246670068897007262012-01-26T22:21:00.000-06:002012-01-26T22:21:36.907-06:00Going to Try a Little SomethingI'm going to try a little something. It's time to memorize. I haven't done that in years. So to get started I'm going to use the Beatitudes.<br />
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Here's the first few weeks worth:<br />
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Matthew 5: 1-2<br />
1 Seeing the crowds, he went up on the mountain, and when he sat down, his disciples came to him.<br />
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2 And he opened his mouth and taught them, saying:<br />
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Matthew 5: 3-5<br />
3 Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.<br />
4 Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.<br />
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Matthew 5: 6-8<br />
6 Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.<br />
7 Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.<br />
8 Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.<br />
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I will admit the last verse (seeing God) is my favorite. But mercy rates up there highly! <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr3dbn89n38soImmxHdpxBGfwIVdoKZletQ71GSiyGqPUXxAeAJkGfohyQ5ziA7jDEXf8pZtPkOOUkx24AvEQt_weSCp14SoyKLBbG6-tWk3O41tDlJWLbrLR4QdJYr2C-PpO2FB0eKqDH/s1600/iPhone+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr3dbn89n38soImmxHdpxBGfwIVdoKZletQ71GSiyGqPUXxAeAJkGfohyQ5ziA7jDEXf8pZtPkOOUkx24AvEQt_weSCp14SoyKLBbG6-tWk3O41tDlJWLbrLR4QdJYr2C-PpO2FB0eKqDH/s320/iPhone+011.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-55394829575238289312012-01-21T14:27:00.000-06:002012-01-21T14:27:46.746-06:00Costa ConcordiaUnbelievable. It goes to show how a little recklessness can shipwreck your<br />
reputation. It will make you abandon your pride. To err is human, to forgive<br />
Divine. <br />
<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/85709199128169785/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="675" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/134193263866546085_PhITGu7m_c.jpg" width="380" /></a></div><div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">Source: <a href="http://piccsy.com/2012/01/costa-concordia" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">piccsy.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/junebug57/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Terri</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div></div>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-4252962022522457442011-08-25T21:06:00.000-05:002011-08-25T21:06:49.679-05:00Time with Lola<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzzIERA5DQ8i4C6Z4TaAxMZ360H3-Avno5HADiVuekC-E2ExXqBHISWRECjMvSH6kIxJnYFAC7PJaT0eYPbN2My64X8KVdjzsijogP8iJsOp0V950nyUm_otnxgLFCa5Z5q1UGEr95JUP/s1600/297234_1873386075479_1265979222_31553543_3858693_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzzIERA5DQ8i4C6Z4TaAxMZ360H3-Avno5HADiVuekC-E2ExXqBHISWRECjMvSH6kIxJnYFAC7PJaT0eYPbN2My64X8KVdjzsijogP8iJsOp0V950nyUm_otnxgLFCa5Z5q1UGEr95JUP/s400/297234_1873386075479_1265979222_31553543_3858693_n.jpg" width="297" /></a></div>Lola and I went to Central Park today. Just not "the" Central Park you might be thinking. <br />
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The first time she went down this slide she was holding on to the bar above and just plopped down and I believe it surprised her because it surely surprised me. But have no fear! She got over that immediately. <br />
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It was a lovely playground made by the city near us. We enjoyed visiting. This was our first time since the day started out so cool (77 degrees). We plan on making this visit many more times in the future since cooler weather is coming with the fall.<br />
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I am busy planning and working on our backyard for my youngest daughter's wedding. We, at least, are going to be able to put our money in our own landscaping. We're building a pavilion for the ceremony and later will use it for grilling and a hot tub. I am excited about that. <br />
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The week after her wedding she and her husband will be honeymooning and we will watch Lola.<br />
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But the following week we are leaving with our RV for a short trip to Arkansas four-wheeling. That will be a welcome relaxation from all the wedding plans. Then on to planning our oldest daughter's spring wedding. This time it will be held at a mansion. Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-12012295987123997372011-04-24T23:11:00.000-05:002011-04-24T23:11:28.062-05:00Alpha and Omega<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">"I am the Alpha and Omega,"</span> says the Lord God, "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty."</span> Revelation 1:8</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today we celebrated Easter. All of our family went to church together and afterwards had dinner there. Lola, my granddaughter, got to hunt eggs with several other toddlers. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My oldest daughter got engaged earlier in the week and we were able to visit and see her ring. She was very excited and happy. We really like her fiance. He called her dad a week ago and asked to come over for a man-to-man chat. They got together and he asked permission to ask Melissa to marry him. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Time really seems to fly these days. They will be getting married next year in April. Lots of time to plan the wedding.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">When I was a child we had a large family Bible that I would read. There was a passage that always intrigued me. It was from the book of Revelations chapter 1 verse 3: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">"Blessed is he who reads and those who hear the words of the prophecy, and heed the things which are written in it; for the time is near." </span>At the time I was especially interested to know that I would be blessed for just reading the Bible. </span></span>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-59944910374303417052011-02-01T10:59:00.000-06:002011-02-01T10:59:23.590-06:00Blizzard Brings out MemoriesI never read the Little House books until I home-schooled my children. We read through the series and I cried at the appropriate places (couldn’t help it). That blizzard was the saddest part. I thought they were so brave and strong. We also loved the series on tv with Michael Landon. I have all the books. The Long Winter was all about the blizzard. Here is an excerpt:<br />
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“This life is a difficult riddle,<br />
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For how many people we see<br />
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With faces as long as a fiddle<br />
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That ought to be shining with glee<br />
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I am sure in this world there are plenty<br />
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Of good things enough for us all<br />
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And yet there’s not one out of twenty<br />
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But thinks that his share is too small.<br />
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Then what is the use of repining,<br />
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For where there’s a will there’s a way.<br />
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And tomorrow the sun may be shining,<br />
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Although it is cloudy today.<br />
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Do you think that by sitting and sighing<br />
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You’ll ever obtain all you want?<br />
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It’s cowards alone that are crying<br />
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And foolishly saying, ‘I can’t!’<br />
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It is only by plodding and striving<br />
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And laboring up the steep hill<br />
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Of life, that you’ll ever be thriving<br />
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Which you’ll do if you’ve only the will.”<br />
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On the Banks of Plum Creek has a chapter about The Long Blizzard in it too.<br />
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My favorite books from childhood were the Little Women series. I loved Jo so much. I also loved Heidi. But I believe my favorite books as a child was The Boxcar Kids. I could make-believe that life all day!<br />
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Also we had a magical time in the fourth grade with our teacher Mrs. Gray. She would read to us after lunch for an hour. She read Silver Chief Dog of the North by Jack O'Brien to us. We waited excitedly every day for her to continue the story. I loved that book and that woman.<br />
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There was bath time, supper time, bedtime, stories to tell, nursing time, rocking time, and days to fill. There were tears to dry, laughter to share, hearts to hear, and time to listen. We played dress up and make believe, and forts were built. In winter we made snowmen and snow ice cream. In the fall we raked leaves. But spring and summer were always the best. Trying to skate with roller blades was difficult for me but I tried. We played basketball and softball. Attended a lot of football games and watched a certain cheerleader proudly. There were parades to watch, proms and dances, contests and competitions. We drove many miles and shopped many hours. <br />
Trips made to shop for groceries, time spent reading books aloud, especially enjoying <i>Little House on</i> <i>the Prairie</i> together. We read the Bible together, prayed together, and attended church together. We went to many concerts and even won tickets for backstage passes a few times. We stood in lines to meet our favorite music artists and get their autographs and photos taken with us. <br />
Time was spent learning to drive. And taking that driving test. Whew! Three graduations from high school and three first time trips to move into colleges. This mom had the hardest time with that. Moving them several times through the years since. All these years and all these joys have never been enough. <br />
You can never spend too much time with the ones you love. <br />
You will never look back and say it was too much.Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-70007545582566050702010-10-26T10:03:00.001-05:002010-10-26T10:06:36.821-05:00Arkansas Fall 2010 Moccasin Gap Trails<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>This our group shot. We set my camera's 10 second timer and Mark (the one<br />
leaning down ran from quite a distance through rocks and water to get there)</b></td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-36267832971384945912010-10-26T09:34:00.000-05:002010-10-26T09:34:17.903-05:00Arkansas Trip Fall 2010 018.MTS<object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/TEWXAsOCwrw/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TEWXAsOCwrw?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TEWXAsOCwrw?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-7480969761495577652010-10-26T09:30:00.000-05:002010-10-26T09:30:27.851-05:00this and that<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirgAAwiFU1XFXmAnYT4r9WNLbHo65I2ffUgz63uiSVqqXfah2zA0KBiMxrQJY3FqMAOVBnhU6Wz5q2Sf_ZP1wspWLbyH7091VYWg61MOCcArLXN6t-Zm60LZMq_PsdRHhl2FTRQMb-RD4f/s1600/P1020403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirgAAwiFU1XFXmAnYT4r9WNLbHo65I2ffUgz63uiSVqqXfah2zA0KBiMxrQJY3FqMAOVBnhU6Wz5q2Sf_ZP1wspWLbyH7091VYWg61MOCcArLXN6t-Zm60LZMq_PsdRHhl2FTRQMb-RD4f/s320/P1020403.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>I do love this</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4b195rB0VFdF8YkRX6kRgN7-pkJ1KrCOzyZpRhYMBn-z2zLi7nb_Ydjcgh7wCIwfiRQdMiTLO3QVed3nQc1w0NWcNLpkIZ6I7-GLjQAkcMDElpLVC7j881xum-6S5XihIcmXEGxwAzeL/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4b195rB0VFdF8YkRX6kRgN7-pkJ1KrCOzyZpRhYMBn-z2zLi7nb_Ydjcgh7wCIwfiRQdMiTLO3QVed3nQc1w0NWcNLpkIZ6I7-GLjQAkcMDElpLVC7j881xum-6S5XihIcmXEGxwAzeL/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>and I do love camouflage</b></div>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-18680599837746023082010-10-25T16:27:00.000-05:002010-10-25T16:27:26.906-05:00Happy Halloween<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCLdVaG6DgjhvNi0ajEPDEBLWrg5ZmBFcgD907sdh0jlJH_TMI8sQjvXTa7co413tr02PSE0r1ryOmWEZvdZx1r3G9R7zopZyfbj27k_SI04YtkLkvdt3rFHL2nWAW55QwSTU6aqK2AtCu/s1600/74527_1405158610085_1265979222_30923646_7065073_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCLdVaG6DgjhvNi0ajEPDEBLWrg5ZmBFcgD907sdh0jlJH_TMI8sQjvXTa7co413tr02PSE0r1ryOmWEZvdZx1r3G9R7zopZyfbj27k_SI04YtkLkvdt3rFHL2nWAW55QwSTU6aqK2AtCu/s320/74527_1405158610085_1265979222_30923646_7065073_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">My cat <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Kissa</span> yawning</span></b></div>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-1597749373369150452010-08-14T22:32:00.000-05:002010-08-14T22:32:24.107-05:00Long Time No SeeI have been away so long. I'm on Facebook practically every day but I haven't found the energy or time to look at blogs lately. Can you believe I don't read The Pioneer Woman's blog anymore? I used to check it religiously but now I can't find the time. I see her posts on Facebook sometimes and wander over if I feel like it but I have just not been interested in spending that much time on the computer. Except I manage to give FB a quick check several times a day if I'm home. It's just easier I guess. I still have everyone on my google reader and perhaps will get the urge to read blogs again. But it does take a lot of time and before you know it you haven't gotten anything done that you need to do. <br />
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I have a new development in my life. My granddaughter's dad has gone to work for my husband and he brings the baby over to me five days a week. Now do you see what I've been doing with my time? I am enjoying every minute. I can't think of a more important thing to get to do. She is on a list for the daycare at the hospital where her mother works but until she gets placed she is at my daycare. And I'm good! No one is going to take better care of this baby. I'm certain of it. :))Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-6163007723462964032010-05-10T08:09:00.000-05:002010-05-10T08:09:56.890-05:00Sunmaid<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByT5k8_KoWFzkV10Lf3F-QQW4X1PhSy5M5twoqKIjDgldxp9PgSxJR_SalEyJM4NAzVRPGCIqfrkD8V6hTZR3TdMfwiXIGMEXrtACK61w5pzGLloPxOqgclb9vO7isBZwIA36ML7C7iGW/s1600/30709_1259875858107_1265979222_30597280_7093905_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByT5k8_KoWFzkV10Lf3F-QQW4X1PhSy5M5twoqKIjDgldxp9PgSxJR_SalEyJM4NAzVRPGCIqfrkD8V6hTZR3TdMfwiXIGMEXrtACK61w5pzGLloPxOqgclb9vO7isBZwIA36ML7C7iGW/s400/30709_1259875858107_1265979222_30597280_7093905_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>My daughter told me that when she was little she thought I looked like the Sunmaid girl on the Sunmaid Raisin boxes. Yesterday was Mother's Day and after lunch the girls snapped a shot of me. What do you think? </b></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.3em; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b>The Golden Driller is reportedly the largest free-standing statue in the world. He is 76 feet tall, so high that he rests his right hand atop an actual production oil derrick. Built of iron and concrete, he weighs nearly 22 tons and is expected to survive 200 mph tornadoes. He was declared Oklahoma's official state monument in 1979, and the plaque at his base dedicates him "to the men of the petroleum industry who by their vision and daring have created from God's abundance a better life for mankind."</b></div><div style="line-height: 1.3em; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b>There is surprisingly little room between the Golden Driller and the parking lot, and standing near his base provides a steep and somewhat saucy angle. Every few years some official talks of moving him deeper into the Fairgrounds, where he would be less likely to alarm passing motorists. But The Golden Driller remains where he has been for over 40 years, guarding the entrance to the International Petroleum Exhibition Building, which showcases trucks with three-story-tall tires and the latest models in back yard derricks.</b></div><div style="line-height: 1.3em; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b>Today was a windy day in Oklahoma. We visited the RV and Boat Show and I shot this photo of the Golden Driller. He was built in 1953.</b><br />
<b>****Disclaimer***I know this is not the largest statue in the world. Not by far. This was just information about the driller from an old article. :))</b></div>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-74844801340860837712010-03-24T17:52:00.009-05:002010-03-24T23:00:40.396-05:00Flamingoes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhb2_v5IXzUa_3w9oU-isClh4kSgB7LhP72YnJFkdud6xYTOuK8wyVSg0-4Kq8b-iODQoLhIitphzNDoSGVCf85n7Sgwqj6XWNMfy5fiqlyNZMiAv1s1w5bj9OFsrNlsT4mKh2U-uR1YVz/s400/P1010121.JPG" width="400" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>I love flamingoes.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>I didn't realize they were such a noisy and rather mean bird.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>We visited them at the zoo yesterday. They are a lot more pink </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>at the zoo because of the dye that is in their food pellets. </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>In the wild their color comes from</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>carotenoid proteins in their diet of animal and plant plankton.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=887wtl3YHA0">Caribbean Flamingo</a></div><b>Some flamingoes live high in the Andes of South America. They do a funny dance of courtship.</b><br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owsfdh4gxyc">Massive volcanoes and flamingo colony-South America -BBC</a>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-86900468445988363242010-03-03T20:24:00.002-06:002010-03-03T20:35:10.013-06:00Can You See the Real Me?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<b>We went to see Roger Daltrey of the Who and Eric Clapton last night at the BOK Center.</b><br />
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<b>Roger Daltrey sang some classics such as "Behind Blue Eyes."</b><br />
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<b>But "You Look Wonderful Tonight" tops it for me!</b><br />
<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NaMuBX4aMmw">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NaMuBX4aMmw</a></b><br />
<b>WT: Did you see Clapton in Hyde Park back in 1966? I guess you aren't that old...</b>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-23003917414452989362010-02-26T22:20:00.001-06:002010-02-26T22:22:28.637-06:00Chauffeur For a Day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #111111; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px;">Once Einstein was on his way to deliver a speech to university students. His faithful chauffeur not only drove his car, but was always present amongst the audience during all his speeches. Einstein had delivered this particular speech so many times that his chauffeur had actually memorized it. On that day Einstein, while on his way to the university, said aloud in his car that he felt tired. So his chauffeur suggested that they change places and that while he delivers the speech, Einstein could drive them back home. Their identities wouldn’t be a problem because Einstein wasn’t more than a university professor then and so no one in that university would recognize him. So he agreed but was a little thoughtful about what his chauffeur would do if he was asked any difficult questions by the students, after the speech. However, the speech went well but Einstein’s thought came true. A student came up with a question. Here’s what the chauffeur said “Why, that question’s so simple, that even my chauffeur can answer it.” And so Einstein stood up from the audience and easily answered the question, much to the amazement of the audience.</span>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-12395962749955371572010-02-16T20:13:00.000-06:002010-02-16T20:13:09.627-06:00Lowering Cholesterol Slideshow: 15 Tips for Avoiding Heart Disease<a href="http://www.webmd.com/cholesterol-management/slideshow-lowering-cholesterol">Lowering Cholesterol Slideshow: 15 Tips for Avoiding Heart Disease</a>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-77451003426881872322010-02-03T16:16:00.002-06:002010-02-03T16:37:01.849-06:00Absente, mais pas d'esprit<b>I have been absent from my blog for quite some time. I just have not had a thing to say I suppose. I've been messing with facebook and reading my google reader of blogs but not diligently. Being a grandma takes time. Especially when the daughter is finishing college. She will graduate this spring. We've went through some changes over here at the hacienda. We put new bamboo floors down in the living room, hallway, and bedroom. That took a lot of my time moving furniture and CLEANING and getting rid of unnecessary items. Also cleaning a few closets. We bought some new leather furniture for the living room and that required more moving too. You should have seen my husband and I moving a sofa bed into a distant bedroom. We had to stand it on its end and then turn it around a tight corner and remove the bedroom door for it to fit. I am surprised we made it and no arguments either. Whew!! </b><div><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I have been making new recipes and eating out occasionally too. We are planning a spring break trip to Arkansas again. This time we will be sleeping in our RV and our friends have toy haulers. We will get to try out our little shower and I do mean little! I don't believe we will use the toilet, don't want to clean that out or be left with any fumes. The campground we are staying out will have showers and bathrooms. </b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I bought a new laptop for our business computer so I could be portable and the old computer was failing. I got a monster screen 18.4". It's taking some getting used to with the keyboard being so different. I had the most difficult time loading my Quickbooks and importing my old files. I have done this before but this time it seems that everything that could go wrong did. Being on the phone with support team was not the most pleasant experience. I had to have remote access help. After about four hours, it was accomplished.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>I will finish with this update. The title of this post reads "Absent, but not minded".</b></div>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-11110089903999608852009-12-25T21:15:00.004-06:002009-12-27T17:11:19.933-06:00Guess What Grandma's Been Doing?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nyRecNc1jaCFXi1hoedF1n9IHBiR3kCqxt953VRhU3DD3X1sT2uONPCu0_S2sXAdeFvpML8rHMf12JoZzdI_v0Bx3LLfz1SHCY3OhzbJa3Tr7JOuI12ElTJypMmdGXtps_53xchITUcp/s1600-h/P1000697.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nyRecNc1jaCFXi1hoedF1n9IHBiR3kCqxt953VRhU3DD3X1sT2uONPCu0_S2sXAdeFvpML8rHMf12JoZzdI_v0Bx3LLfz1SHCY3OhzbJa3Tr7JOuI12ElTJypMmdGXtps_53xchITUcp/s400/P1000697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420057023267161202" /></a>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-78816281031611038622009-12-04T20:24:00.007-06:002009-12-04T20:38:31.149-06:00Swampy in New York, New York!<div><a href="http://anecdotes.typepad.com/anecdotes_antidotes_and_a/">Swampy</a> in New York, New York!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnyK9f2K7G1N9o0aRWA3UdF6_a6pR2QqradToA_uql6I2Ii00J3bmM5fcRkgJVfXOhALF9KKELnyXBdg1GDppL5PdQ__bZVShMlWrXq8OQKRgVqystEgncPBmuFnXhc7PQ6wotBLrjFdQt/s1600-h/14339_1305938767589_1204115745_917158_7269314_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnyK9f2K7G1N9o0aRWA3UdF6_a6pR2QqradToA_uql6I2Ii00J3bmM5fcRkgJVfXOhALF9KKELnyXBdg1GDppL5PdQ__bZVShMlWrXq8OQKRgVqystEgncPBmuFnXhc7PQ6wotBLrjFdQt/s400/14339_1305938767589_1204115745_917158_7269314_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411572569654419874" /></a><div><b>Swampy is in New York this week.</b></div><div><b>She was outside the Today Show with</b></div><div><b>her sign. I was watching tv this morning</b></div><div><b>and got to see her wave. </b></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnyK9f2K7G1N9o0aRWA3UdF6_a6pR2QqradToA_uql6I2Ii00J3bmM5fcRkgJVfXOhALF9KKELnyXBdg1GDppL5PdQ__bZVShMlWrXq8OQKRgVqystEgncPBmuFnXhc7PQ6wotBLrjFdQt/s1600-h/14339_1305938767589_1204115745_917158_7269314_n.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsrjGo5MW5R6w7jfBADgFIn1Xdss9IaVaLoOU32HBLsUG-qa0yU3QIY5y2UASTs2HM6b5NmDoi93hRASYm_oXx-6lRM5wA-0kazp2AGpf30aPyi27tRG-lNpbLqo1LBmBNce9uBefYLkML/s1600-h/14339_1306066610785_1204115745_917563_5534665_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsrjGo5MW5R6w7jfBADgFIn1Xdss9IaVaLoOU32HBLsUG-qa0yU3QIY5y2UASTs2HM6b5NmDoi93hRASYm_oXx-6lRM5wA-0kazp2AGpf30aPyi27tRG-lNpbLqo1LBmBNce9uBefYLkML/s400/14339_1306066610785_1204115745_917563_5534665_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411572564908453234" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsrjGo5MW5R6w7jfBADgFIn1Xdss9IaVaLoOU32HBLsUG-qa0yU3QIY5y2UASTs2HM6b5NmDoi93hRASYm_oXx-6lRM5wA-0kazp2AGpf30aPyi27tRG-lNpbLqo1LBmBNce9uBefYLkML/s1600-h/14339_1306066610785_1204115745_917563_5534665_n.jpg"></a><b>She took this photo request for me.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2E2TV6ersXP5-5roqXRW4q6ieOyg4K_yaZjvEO2oz3Put3YsFLrncTrnvbdCgbNU6JL-Asaex1Xsv6H5VeqPSjXij0HHnbUuWvHPdEzwO6fMXp-XSI6HHFpsxVkPRX1qwMGrvOyTwgahm/s1600-h/14339_1306424139723_1204115745_918533_5584866_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2E2TV6ersXP5-5roqXRW4q6ieOyg4K_yaZjvEO2oz3Put3YsFLrncTrnvbdCgbNU6JL-Asaex1Xsv6H5VeqPSjXij0HHnbUuWvHPdEzwO6fMXp-XSI6HHFpsxVkPRX1qwMGrvOyTwgahm/s400/14339_1306424139723_1204115745_918533_5584866_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411573917172675314" /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>Here she took a photo for me in front of Tiffany's.</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2E2TV6ersXP5-5roqXRW4q6ieOyg4K_yaZjvEO2oz3Put3YsFLrncTrnvbdCgbNU6JL-Asaex1Xsv6H5VeqPSjXij0HHnbUuWvHPdEzwO6fMXp-XSI6HHFpsxVkPRX1qwMGrvOyTwgahm/s1600-h/14339_1306424139723_1204115745_918533_5584866_n.jpg"></a><div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Thank you, Swampy.</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span><br /></div></div>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-2637557089245232142009-12-03T14:49:00.004-06:002009-12-03T14:55:53.302-06:00The Best Cat in the World<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPG1m-hoWdwLnX9AadnyXfw0s4nIQkC4kLXvzA5y0gdMeagq-b3ttNrJ80bvP-KYp-iPUcaf6NaXt4gwQyUdWHNytB9JTFM9-ZO3WF8DQPoT2pi7NyCaquZjr3iOOvFhhfxCUpPLNLH-u1/s1600-h/sc003969ef.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPG1m-hoWdwLnX9AadnyXfw0s4nIQkC4kLXvzA5y0gdMeagq-b3ttNrJ80bvP-KYp-iPUcaf6NaXt4gwQyUdWHNytB9JTFM9-ZO3WF8DQPoT2pi7NyCaquZjr3iOOvFhhfxCUpPLNLH-u1/s400/sc003969ef.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411114972373154834" /></a><br /><div><b>Pebbles</b></div><div><b>He was the best cat in the world. My son could </b></div><div><b>carry him around like this and he loved it. We </b></div><div><b>named him Pebbles 'cause we already had a Bam</b></div><div><b>Bam and we also got his sister Wilma. We had him</b></div><div><b>for about eleven years. He got sick one day and died.</b></div><div><b>He is buried in our yard with a stone on his grave.</b></div><div><b>He was a very loving cat. He was nice to all the other</b></div><div><b>cats we had and loved to play with new kittens. We've</b></div><div><b>never had another cat quite like him. Rest in peace,</b></div><div><b>Pebbles.</b></div>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-60885130195310394022009-11-28T15:48:00.003-06:002009-11-28T15:51:25.060-06:00Christmas time is here again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjebiGCfNgtgVc-DfbgbApb92AYb8Sxgl4KSXeBU2TjTTHr1mhOyLd6DZQmNCM4Ukp7MJBVDxNAGw875rRNuZVTP4zbhsDoXzc6V5DQD6MCocjzHTggUH59x4DH2HZzZ8fvyWtyrwBEpA0w/s1600/Christmas+Lola.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjebiGCfNgtgVc-DfbgbApb92AYb8Sxgl4KSXeBU2TjTTHr1mhOyLd6DZQmNCM4Ukp7MJBVDxNAGw875rRNuZVTP4zbhsDoXzc6V5DQD6MCocjzHTggUH59x4DH2HZzZ8fvyWtyrwBEpA0w/s400/Christmas+Lola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409274881269833058" /></a><div><b>It's gonna be fun this year! I went Black Friday </b></div><div><b>shopping and found some bargains. Early Christmas</b></div><div><b>start for me. </b></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBiGhnfBmo9d3niL30K6srwd3fXsCiD5kPyFBan-EPmbzh9R6_VasCtKG_DSdiSafRd7sU-RctDUi9bd7hafe7_XmPZvXsjX-YrkCK7G0bq8NRhI26D1yj6ULFjefgz5R0Ls_DMWdjoJMP/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBiGhnfBmo9d3niL30K6srwd3fXsCiD5kPyFBan-EPmbzh9R6_VasCtKG_DSdiSafRd7sU-RctDUi9bd7hafe7_XmPZvXsjX-YrkCK7G0bq8NRhI26D1yj6ULFjefgz5R0Ls_DMWdjoJMP/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409274872422707314" /></a><br /></div>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-69227451616178463092009-11-24T22:51:00.002-06:002009-11-24T23:03:58.633-06:00My Baby Fell Over<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOlrtElnMwsuLLy0-CMuudZ3ABB0w5qiGF4r7l7VfjSNqpiywoAaFN9kLgJN8nFVV79EF-kOyNvEWpJSmKtTJmvDRvg74TJKSieLdqjMTSSGaJbrzNsy-P5GQ5dOWKjpY5iVwDkibxesB/s1600/P1000537.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOlrtElnMwsuLLy0-CMuudZ3ABB0w5qiGF4r7l7VfjSNqpiywoAaFN9kLgJN8nFVV79EF-kOyNvEWpJSmKtTJmvDRvg74TJKSieLdqjMTSSGaJbrzNsy-P5GQ5dOWKjpY5iVwDkibxesB/s400/P1000537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407901371507472034" /></a><div><b>She's my little director. She directs the day when</b></div><div><b>I'm with her. She's all sunshine most of the time.</b></div><div><b>Today, her tummy hurt and she cried a little.</b></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOlrtElnMwsuLLy0-CMuudZ3ABB0w5qiGF4r7l7VfjSNqpiywoAaFN9kLgJN8nFVV79EF-kOyNvEWpJSmKtTJmvDRvg74TJKSieLdqjMTSSGaJbrzNsy-P5GQ5dOWKjpY5iVwDkibxesB/s1600/P1000537.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEV44lMlYbaijM5CoCa0FyjakMrfkc8lbSfSN46EUjuqNm2AWBuB5yhH53sAGucHuWBrb6-D1uR2qVVVZG6C6v8Mu6SHC6fRbb-J3q_rCeT6zgmCWGMMu5pQU6ylnptshBiOxUYyAEY_kn/s1600/P1000543.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEV44lMlYbaijM5CoCa0FyjakMrfkc8lbSfSN46EUjuqNm2AWBuB5yhH53sAGucHuWBrb6-D1uR2qVVVZG6C6v8Mu6SHC6fRbb-J3q_rCeT6zgmCWGMMu5pQU6ylnptshBiOxUYyAEY_kn/s400/P1000543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407901362054167074" /></a></div><div><b>Lola fell over before I could catch her. </b> </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEV44lMlYbaijM5CoCa0FyjakMrfkc8lbSfSN46EUjuqNm2AWBuB5yhH53sAGucHuWBrb6-D1uR2qVVVZG6C6v8Mu6SHC6fRbb-J3q_rCeT6zgmCWGMMu5pQU6ylnptshBiOxUYyAEY_kn/s1600/P1000543.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnY2QK0CwopPgdsDX6tTEvJhP2lwHyllUCli9rcGqAStoyfLFUzuhmzlFNBXWuf1uxBCQanEbghGHgvQxekJKjOXpH_GSNKC6vR5VyaNEZr6qucUMK8SfFGvRJ8HpYsNruh5Gjq6He80LN/s1600/P1000545.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnY2QK0CwopPgdsDX6tTEvJhP2lwHyllUCli9rcGqAStoyfLFUzuhmzlFNBXWuf1uxBCQanEbghGHgvQxekJKjOXpH_GSNKC6vR5VyaNEZr6qucUMK8SfFGvRJ8HpYsNruh5Gjq6He80LN/s400/P1000545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407901352118748466" /></a><br /></div><div><b>She loves Grandma anyway. Today she was saying, "ma</b></div><div><b>ma". </b></div><div><br /></div>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178074405038349087.post-36147295954400555112009-11-18T22:12:00.006-06:002009-11-18T23:28:02.380-06:002007 BMW meets 2009 DEER<span style="font-weight:bold;">This was not "my" idea. I had no prior knowledge that we would meet so abruptly.<br /></span><b>I was happily and I do mean "happily" driving along early that morning before</b><div><b>dawn enjoying myself because I had an extra hour of sleep the night before.</b></div><div><b>The sun was beginning to come up and the weather had turned cold. I was wearing</b></div><div><b>my warm camoflauge hunting jacket with sherpa pile lining. Quite a coincidence if I do say so. I don't think the deer could use that for an excuse. "I couldn't see </b></div><div><b>her. She was camoflauged!" </b></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxYa8IaCqiXIasG8khtgdMkVCeVBVoWiQcIAwVnVTCJbxUfRHySCrihJYyRZTuNHK9FHv1V4PtXYq7_qlFijm-2vlf7Iv0TfbeOQjYXCdNxXZbFz2LBkxhCQQcR84VEWGpIDGVTiFTCjr/s1600/P1000516.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxYa8IaCqiXIasG8khtgdMkVCeVBVoWiQcIAwVnVTCJbxUfRHySCrihJYyRZTuNHK9FHv1V4PtXYq7_qlFijm-2vlf7Iv0TfbeOQjYXCdNxXZbFz2LBkxhCQQcR84VEWGpIDGVTiFTCjr/s400/P1000516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405665307098624386" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxYa8IaCqiXIasG8khtgdMkVCeVBVoWiQcIAwVnVTCJbxUfRHySCrihJYyRZTuNHK9FHv1V4PtXYq7_qlFijm-2vlf7Iv0TfbeOQjYXCdNxXZbFz2LBkxhCQQcR84VEWGpIDGVTiFTCjr/s1600/P1000516.JPG"></a><b>So what did I see to the right of me in the ditch? What a funny looking dog! </b></div><div><b>Oh no, look at how high it jumped! Oh, it's a deer jumping the fence. Cool.</b></div><div><b>Then I remembered there are always more than one. Oops, too late!<br /></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgt3mqaJcSCCK9eTo09-Snh_EbsoEobc4v0E7FP9Rm7h5OnPSRc-G4QIkCbSNLsYVG5aNZhTfdYgvZhu5Mio9MMuwKsNpkRfHFbbsoGpvmJjIoVV7plM7rJpl4mMAAGcoS5FIH-lFT54Tb/s1600/P1000517.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgt3mqaJcSCCK9eTo09-Snh_EbsoEobc4v0E7FP9Rm7h5OnPSRc-G4QIkCbSNLsYVG5aNZhTfdYgvZhu5Mio9MMuwKsNpkRfHFbbsoGpvmJjIoVV7plM7rJpl4mMAAGcoS5FIH-lFT54Tb/s400/P1000517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405665303001204338" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgt3mqaJcSCCK9eTo09-Snh_EbsoEobc4v0E7FP9Rm7h5OnPSRc-G4QIkCbSNLsYVG5aNZhTfdYgvZhu5Mio9MMuwKsNpkRfHFbbsoGpvmJjIoVV7plM7rJpl4mMAAGcoS5FIH-lFT54Tb/s1600/P1000517.JPG"></a><b>Here comes a truck with bright lights in my eyes. What was that thud? Oh my!</b></div><div><b>We met in the middle of the highway. It all happened so fast. I was driving with</b></div><div><b>my cruise control on exactly 65 mph. It was such smooth sailing. Until we met.</b></div><div><b>In that moment I felt remorse for the life of that deer. Then my mind switched to</b></div><div><b>my little beautiful car. I did not want to see the damage. It seemed such a small</b></div><div><b>thud. Maybe, just maybe I only lost a headlight. After all, my car dash control did</b></div><div><b>send me a signal that looked like a big headlight pointing downward. Maybe my </b></div><div><b>car's computer was telling me it's only a dream. You only have a headlight out.<br /></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfm3DAgH9Gw-386QpjEps7N1ZjYM9roKPJz1f5C4AAFKPZJx2FehyphenhyphenEo7O71NCujDprvCLwEEj9-tGHts3Wmf2KqF0doezCg_fVdLMhDTEHJRmhmGQZGFPibPhYyvGrHK2NbBuAXDVd66b5/s1600/P1000521.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfm3DAgH9Gw-386QpjEps7N1ZjYM9roKPJz1f5C4AAFKPZJx2FehyphenhyphenEo7O71NCujDprvCLwEEj9-tGHts3Wmf2KqF0doezCg_fVdLMhDTEHJRmhmGQZGFPibPhYyvGrHK2NbBuAXDVd66b5/s400/P1000521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405665291538070402" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfm3DAgH9Gw-386QpjEps7N1ZjYM9roKPJz1f5C4AAFKPZJx2FehyphenhyphenEo7O71NCujDprvCLwEEj9-tGHts3Wmf2KqF0doezCg_fVdLMhDTEHJRmhmGQZGFPibPhYyvGrHK2NbBuAXDVd66b5/s1600/P1000521.JPG"></a><b>I drove on twenty more miles to the next town before I stopped to survey the</b></div><div><b>damage. I guess I really should have stopped very soon after but I just couldn't.</b></div><div><b>I wasn't shaken by the ordeal at all for some strange reason. I didn't cry at all.</b></div><div><b>I kept thinking to myself this is only a car and not the most important thing in life.</b></div><div><b>I thought of the necessity to get to my daughter's apartment to watch my grand daughter that morning. All I could think of was, Lola. She's important. People are</b></div><div><b>what's important. I am not hurt and it's going to be all right.<br /></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifY3Os2CTHrPtBXA2sII4IzDXloyB2-v1jYiai3J9bQ7MDR156SKj_sAkgQIDYkaCOs_DefK49iFjBJpSEcH7q_AZquj3xVbQfuyFRp1d4NE4qYhdWhBbhIMjMy10cFhTOKd24S2AKLP3W/s1600/P1000522.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifY3Os2CTHrPtBXA2sII4IzDXloyB2-v1jYiai3J9bQ7MDR156SKj_sAkgQIDYkaCOs_DefK49iFjBJpSEcH7q_AZquj3xVbQfuyFRp1d4NE4qYhdWhBbhIMjMy10cFhTOKd24S2AKLP3W/s400/P1000522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405665288478222322" /></a><br /></div><div><b>I stopped in Skiatook and got out hoping to see very little damage. But alas, that </b></div><div><b>was not the case. From the front to the rear, the meeting with the deer left many</b></div><div><b>scars. I have been reminded many times throughout life that the rain falls on the </b></div><div><b>just and the unjust. We are not immune from bad things happening to us even though we are children of God. The Bible says in this world we will have tribulations. But we are reminded that Jesus said to be of good cheer because He has overcome the world. Ahhh, I'm not trying to preach, really. I just have this in me and it comes out. It is called peace. I honestly don't know how people can make it in life without peace. But you know the corny answer that beauty contestants always give when asked what they wish for, "world peace." I do so wish the world had peace.</b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5hIIhfuEJY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5hIIhfuEJY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></span></b></div><br /><b>"so may peace rain down from heaven like little pieces of the sky" "little keepers of the promise" </b>Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14437322290492196588noreply@blogger.com6