tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58251705783033922732024-02-18T22:56:12.890-06:00Just Letting You KnowThings I want to share with my cyber friends from a reality TV blog...Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-28273361438753772592012-09-03T12:43:00.001-05:002012-09-03T14:15:40.830-05:00Clint & Savannah: Going to the Chapel<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;">I guess, you have to have your mouth right!</td></tr>
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A side note about the preacher: he was my dad's preacher and loved my dad. He officiated my dad's funeral. He deer hunts with the groom and best man. When performing the wedding ceremony, he got all choked up and teary too... Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-66929885040477103372012-09-03T10:33:00.000-05:002012-09-03T14:16:14.058-05:00Clint & Savannah August 18. 2012<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;">The church was the same one the bride's parents were married in 24 years ago.</td></tr>
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<br />Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-39842392726446694532012-09-03T09:40:00.000-05:002012-09-03T14:16:35.031-05:00Clint and Savannah Getting Ready to Leave<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My nephew Clint Walker and his bride Savannah. <br />
August 18, 2012<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Colby, my great-nephew</td></tr>
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<br />Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-78140001915355549842010-11-08T19:59:00.000-06:002010-11-08T19:59:08.619-06:00Cades Cove Oct 29-Nov 1, 2010 <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Donna: "Dang, it's locked!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa: "It is locked! oh no!"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa resting on the porch.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa and Kaye checking out the cabin.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Donna with a tree stump for a seat.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa thought she could climb through the fence!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then she thought she could just get back up!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back to her feet with a smile, per her usual.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa in the church pew. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old Missionary Baptist Church in Cades' Cove.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tracie and Kaye not wanting to sit for a picture!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tracie and Kaye, no posing here!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tracie and Kaye by the outhouse.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa, Tracie and Kaye taking in the beauty.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kaye, Tracie and Lisa</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa taking a picture with her iPhone.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa and Tracie lagging behind.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa, peek-a-boo, I see you!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Donna showing off the new furr lined boots! yay</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa at the window of the church.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tracie coming from taking one more pic inside the church.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tracie and Kaye</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lisa and the old cabin.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-12137047321771861222009-09-26T21:41:00.007-05:002009-09-30T20:15:24.742-05:00The Road Most Traveled<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoTDNkl2YDuaPm2FHD2Jd6sqH3ZEiqKBRLNfy79lhOrVGPJhEJFtFaqjaS4TCaf5xIoSgoWd33ifF1fKHLMTP8YqFMlLyrLkpSZS5j1vZaw_GtUURlUa_2zl3yz9Tzzy7FJwfPJGzRxwmu/s1600-h/0806091713-02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385973909306387778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoTDNkl2YDuaPm2FHD2Jd6sqH3ZEiqKBRLNfy79lhOrVGPJhEJFtFaqjaS4TCaf5xIoSgoWd33ifF1fKHLMTP8YqFMlLyrLkpSZS5j1vZaw_GtUURlUa_2zl3yz9Tzzy7FJwfPJGzRxwmu/s320/0806091713-02.jpg" border="0" /></a>This is entering my road from the state highway. Yes, I can call it my road; half of the name of the road is my last name. This day was August 6, 2009; the county has not mowed the sides in a couple of months, so it is grown up making the road smaller. The road has no lines and is paved with gravel on top of hot tar. If you zoom in, you can see one of the two signs that are on this road. This one is a 35 mph speed limit with a neighborhood watch under it. The other sign is in front of my grandmother’s house. We had the county put there when our children were small. It is a watch for children playing sign. There are stop signs at both ends of the road and the street sign too. If you enter the road from the other end, there are no speed limit signs.</div><div><div><br /></div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJ8HCJ2wgnY4_CDzbrvp9vR9Vuifr5cshLCUyJIOumVp_mtLFh0WfrrLgFKCeA1C2cqsafhQ-B4YJQRzPqsHIbrSCTOP8Mycmwa-KCt6Zd7wK7syKmLG_kgmN7g1UyQJDRwmgGmpQ_Ijf/s1600-h/0806091716-00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385973902844592370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJ8HCJ2wgnY4_CDzbrvp9vR9Vuifr5cshLCUyJIOumVp_mtLFh0WfrrLgFKCeA1C2cqsafhQ-B4YJQRzPqsHIbrSCTOP8Mycmwa-KCt6Zd7wK7syKmLG_kgmN7g1UyQJDRwmgGmpQ_Ijf/s320/0806091716-00.jpg" border="0" /></a><div>Here we are about a mile in and still a half mile from home. Off the left and down about 15 feet is a very small creek. The first time I bring someone to my house; this is where they look at me with a question on their face and say, you do live in the sticks.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4IUwNduCNdsCwd3OJS_kFSxVGP9oFK56ii_etZGKDaCoF_4IoLgU_HL71HAxKuv9GZHiNrtyIDFmvtNYJuCyk9_ADrJdF65yi2EzrsbFdAe4h288k8wKmYkX7zPaZrX7DlylNHLrqL1_-/s1600-h/0806091716-01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385973526639038530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4IUwNduCNdsCwd3OJS_kFSxVGP9oFK56ii_etZGKDaCoF_4IoLgU_HL71HAxKuv9GZHiNrtyIDFmvtNYJuCyk9_ADrJdF65yi2EzrsbFdAe4h288k8wKmYkX7zPaZrX7DlylNHLrqL1_-/s320/0806091716-01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On the left is an almost straight up hill and to the right is a flat area and then a nice sized creek that flows into a lake. The road takes a 90 degree right turn and over a small bridge where you see the light.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVCcxfQ2jL8p_w_VeDcZLUH-o3cxx6T7ofu8717uuaObhX4LluQ2PIoNRZ6EBvAdfy0GJrJ0h6F_3jM1V9fRPRbGOpEY9lEFWkgpFT6XM3oJVYCAo5xFGhS9hVIlcJCFjEzVBKL0_Vh84F/s1600-h/0806091717-03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385973520565402018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVCcxfQ2jL8p_w_VeDcZLUH-o3cxx6T7ofu8717uuaObhX4LluQ2PIoNRZ6EBvAdfy0GJrJ0h6F_3jM1V9fRPRbGOpEY9lEFWkgpFT6XM3oJVYCAo5xFGhS9hVIlcJCFjEzVBKL0_Vh84F/s320/0806091717-03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Look, there is my house at the top of the hill. The mailbox in front of that fence corner in the foreground is at my brother’s driveway.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieb74TAXfOmGFqn_n73PEWN2d4IOgHyY1VAWVS20OnOD6KijVOIQChT-HsVzBQDBHOjKRwr6T0LBtVfGLr5ELv-e7JLCGpnj0H5N6ITxhOpsaKjJkLcmn3ReSAi39ADa7CYKty1xlsHaAX/s1600-h/0806091717-04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385973511723095474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieb74TAXfOmGFqn_n73PEWN2d4IOgHyY1VAWVS20OnOD6KijVOIQChT-HsVzBQDBHOjKRwr6T0LBtVfGLr5ELv-e7JLCGpnj0H5N6ITxhOpsaKjJkLcmn3ReSAi39ADa7CYKty1xlsHaAX/s320/0806091717-04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is right past my brother’s driveway and his house at the very backside of the field.</div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKO5V9wy9tHGDOKRKfKqSdM22Dg_3i5vutm_exEChpN-SzAXl5Bh1sfnzzNFYWWhq4Mm2e-0Y5BW580cN52zi5NZMvUkds3Kf98QXxyKJfCiDsLfHiC1k6ZYelSjG4sulTv5x29eTFqwod/s320/0806091717-05.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385973502378324658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>Here we are about the same spot just looking up toward my house. </div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AHattLCXyHSi463K7y42NMM9BMMSeQhiC3WHWfxyDskLRu2eduLIyN8Box5KanwIqGCOkYUjlIWI0fgMV3POXyh0acHeqjALkiWPK3WmsBt0ChXn-MC2xoKNTk2MZFys8ZqkJqnyjRQF/s1600-h/0806091718-00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385973500485888754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AHattLCXyHSi463K7y42NMM9BMMSeQhiC3WHWfxyDskLRu2eduLIyN8Box5KanwIqGCOkYUjlIWI0fgMV3POXyh0acHeqjALkiWPK3WmsBt0ChXn-MC2xoKNTk2MZFys8ZqkJqnyjRQF/s320/0806091718-00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>To the left is my grandmother’s house, which now belongs to an uncle and is rented out. The house is in the clump of trees closest to us.</div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6GSRrikixrxgPojQ9GMbSOtehZXZE1t2sU25l_PQwj13BZo4tyZVRmlMB7IrSGEn-2fdHAm1ZjM5Vi_JK5kSZnkfagilJXwiqi-SqIUJeirLbbvrzxzXQIHbiYeSgwNCnePff916n7PQ/s1600-h/0806091718-01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385972592210173634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6GSRrikixrxgPojQ9GMbSOtehZXZE1t2sU25l_PQwj13BZo4tyZVRmlMB7IrSGEn-2fdHAm1ZjM5Vi_JK5kSZnkfagilJXwiqi-SqIUJeirLbbvrzxzXQIHbiYeSgwNCnePff916n7PQ/s320/0806091718-01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><div>A partial shot of my house directly in front of it from the road.</div><div><br /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwU0BLRvJMie02lHysv597lEUUjkP1BslOSm3K6olj2L-PRxj_AfJap21wyxcGitmvv7d6r-Ma_pF26hvLZwWgCpYzsOFgzoHsFRJSlGFSPbxUJi-emvilPKO_GZuHiC4Li4BXUn_-IePu/s1600-h/0806091718-02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385972584451549842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwU0BLRvJMie02lHysv597lEUUjkP1BslOSm3K6olj2L-PRxj_AfJap21wyxcGitmvv7d6r-Ma_pF26hvLZwWgCpYzsOFgzoHsFRJSlGFSPbxUJi-emvilPKO_GZuHiC4Li4BXUn_-IePu/s320/0806091718-02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The two rows of trees or bushes on the left are blueberries and on the right are grapes. The top of the grape vines are about five and a half feet tall. The birds get all the blueberries on the top of the bushes as they are so tall no one can get them.</div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Rs3ph0O2gJ32F_9jrlOtl9MxCAwQ5UJgbtwGXaah0QBUuvSz6pL8cGzjt5kaa7yLr9MWrb0Lj-11L9p2ZbM3MuBaPvA6jnIGb5NEW3gPIRhRv6CJsEQ9ElvOdvPDcTMdUaikfJnBh4xx/s1600-h/0806091718-03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385972580069918146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Rs3ph0O2gJ32F_9jrlOtl9MxCAwQ5UJgbtwGXaah0QBUuvSz6pL8cGzjt5kaa7yLr9MWrb0Lj-11L9p2ZbM3MuBaPvA6jnIGb5NEW3gPIRhRv6CJsEQ9ElvOdvPDcTMdUaikfJnBh4xx/s320/0806091718-03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This is my mom’s and yes, it is a big yard to mow, especially when you include that where the grapes and blueberries are. There is also a peach and apple tree.</div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkEmlRA6Hm2-MFkGq7xQZKR-kY5hN5Om7xxRed60nlnXsAnJLffuoZpY8Qehib5Tde8ZTS9DGMlM5Ln0QWtjqkWpSfbkMoN_GSevRbqjwV72ayTPo_3029eGWJQV3rsIz5CnIEyhJNWnj/s1600-h/0806091718-04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385972574090003378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkEmlRA6Hm2-MFkGq7xQZKR-kY5hN5Om7xxRed60nlnXsAnJLffuoZpY8Qehib5Tde8ZTS9DGMlM5Ln0QWtjqkWpSfbkMoN_GSevRbqjwV72ayTPo_3029eGWJQV3rsIz5CnIEyhJNWnj/s320/0806091718-04.jpg" border="0" /></a><div>You can’t really see the house beyond my mom’s mailbox but there is one. My great-grandfather built it but it was sold out of our family years ago. About a month ago, at midnight on a Saturday night, a car went straight and ended up going thru the concrete porch and busting a bit of the front of the house. No one was hurt, but it made me sad about the heritage of the porch. To the right is my driveway.</div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQYu18FArkT-IkgTk90X5y4_2J6TVATgtfbmLlO2Wg8h6a4s2e5_kbcLN7NH6g6kcMFKLvTeN_Bz5u02Xtj_WTe57s_xRdIqH1zc7_cS6BKe4GhK3H76He7FhB5JdrZdSIdkMTtTBAWj5/s1600-h/0806091718-05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385972565990214818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQYu18FArkT-IkgTk90X5y4_2J6TVATgtfbmLlO2Wg8h6a4s2e5_kbcLN7NH6g6kcMFKLvTeN_Bz5u02Xtj_WTe57s_xRdIqH1zc7_cS6BKe4GhK3H76He7FhB5JdrZdSIdkMTtTBAWj5/s320/0806091718-05.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>We are home!! My driveway is a little long. On the left of my drive, taken over by the weeds you can see the tops of a row of corn. Welcome, take your shoes off, sit for a while and have a glass of sweet tea.</div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-62271370397591324852009-09-26T21:36:00.002-05:002009-09-30T19:45:38.816-05:00Geese<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6g7r18T8EtyNt7ov12wcl-VcE7UFMlDeV5SUYmUHK9KMuRRvI_iPR636GqcAfkjp9BE9cjVIcUTn1DaEOOtVR3N9DVfXbDqJZEDGO-vlDWLyOrQWfwlEmhaI3HcPE1iSrG109wlsrjUWI/s1600-h/0723090635-02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385971524601651714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6g7r18T8EtyNt7ov12wcl-VcE7UFMlDeV5SUYmUHK9KMuRRvI_iPR636GqcAfkjp9BE9cjVIcUTn1DaEOOtVR3N9DVfXbDqJZEDGO-vlDWLyOrQWfwlEmhaI3HcPE1iSrG109wlsrjUWI/s320/0723090635-02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>There is a pond, where I have seen 15 or so geese, on one of the county roads I drive to work. As I drive by, the geese are usually all in a line swimming.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>July 23, 2009 as I am going by the pond, I notice the on coming traffic has stopped. </div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrC9rSyvAXAs3s7Z0lALHn2fDmOzJrxc2-eGA6MvlAtYzS1zFfx_frXFmEkMcL-RPMtVz5vEtBNVsowd4MjI15YkMHT8YL9NCmOsDX_AqOVpdwS0mQAFgLaOe8W9kP9aHKLFh7bIBBrvWG/s1600-h/0723090635-01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385971514372789938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrC9rSyvAXAs3s7Z0lALHn2fDmOzJrxc2-eGA6MvlAtYzS1zFfx_frXFmEkMcL-RPMtVz5vEtBNVsowd4MjI15YkMHT8YL9NCmOsDX_AqOVpdwS0mQAFgLaOe8W9kP9aHKLFh7bIBBrvWG/s320/0723090635-01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />When I get closer, I see why they have stopped. These geese are all in a line crossing the road.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJqavxRZFZP4PFzuivAwUzXI2Armn77MVyKuyLAddTLkj_051ocpivEUSe2pyOwWudNTeJ9kgtnRR9ZzUefRuG8aj3LHvqtcfEa_epnPyEp3HpZCTvpE-etGeLruEaJ5T00FAL1Tki0nJD/s1600-h/0723090635-00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385971504679308962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJqavxRZFZP4PFzuivAwUzXI2Armn77MVyKuyLAddTLkj_051ocpivEUSe2pyOwWudNTeJ9kgtnRR9ZzUefRuG8aj3LHvqtcfEa_epnPyEp3HpZCTvpE-etGeLruEaJ5T00FAL1Tki0nJD/s320/0723090635-00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> I do not know why they would walk to this yard but on this day, they all made it safely.<div><div><div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-3744549490291806522009-09-26T09:16:00.004-05:002009-09-26T21:11:56.109-05:00Beautiful Morning<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhEooQuRsgNq8PJUR4SbNzwMJZ6n5Z_YQ5PV7mvxw65R9fbcgvXB8gJ1otrmXHS01kmEGBes3faRtt8m-lneiycTFjPnWwsVRGZVedHe-EYTJ9J4L2FhLC4UF9OLF6bJ6QT6lbQIWN-3o/s1600-h/0617090553-00.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385780986460993186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhEooQuRsgNq8PJUR4SbNzwMJZ6n5Z_YQ5PV7mvxw65R9fbcgvXB8gJ1otrmXHS01kmEGBes3faRtt8m-lneiycTFjPnWwsVRGZVedHe-EYTJ9J4L2FhLC4UF9OLF6bJ6QT6lbQIWN-3o/s320/0617090553-00.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhEooQuRsgNq8PJUR4SbNzwMJZ6n5Z_YQ5PV7mvxw65R9fbcgvXB8gJ1otrmXHS01kmEGBes3faRtt8m-lneiycTFjPnWwsVRGZVedHe-EYTJ9J4L2FhLC4UF9OLF6bJ6QT6lbQIWN-3o/s1600-h/0617090553-00.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><em><span style="font-family:arial;">June 17, 2009 as I walked out my front door for work, this is what I see. A thin layer of fog hugging the freshly cut pasture. Rolls of hay that had been raked and rolled the day before are waiting to be picked up and hauled to a barn for storage.</span> </em></span></a><br /><br /><div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000000;"><em>Would you not think after 38 years of seeing this field every morning, nothing would be amazing or awe striking about it? I was both and I still love this view</em>.</span></span> </div><div><br /><br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjun7XcT7ES98lB0lQuwF6M5X0jXi_CI14sLwnvSEhYOpi7vA_YniIUf1gZWneQHanAoWUnS-Jf0RmWn7gxs6XMKZoTmOdlD_r71acSgwy2xHkxZyhBPjGzzuzVrQi0D8kW-BEKAtbet8gk/s1600-h/0617090555-00.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385780977056904722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjun7XcT7ES98lB0lQuwF6M5X0jXi_CI14sLwnvSEhYOpi7vA_YniIUf1gZWneQHanAoWUnS-Jf0RmWn7gxs6XMKZoTmOdlD_r71acSgwy2xHkxZyhBPjGzzuzVrQi0D8kW-BEKAtbet8gk/s320/0617090555-00.jpg" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">As I pull out of my driveway and inch down the road, I am still looking at that field… beautiful.</span></em></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7ZupZGXWIL4MjyE2vst8_FPTKHBxqLj_YJR_yYPUEXfJuEYT5Ms7QA-flBn-mtLqxDnO1ex-HXhwqZBINRgSSP0_d1QeOpjAwGPQXqZdl4TreU3z2KzUyaFNI-lkSbcSYcK7HiYIkbrb/s1600-h/0617090555-01.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385780974778100498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7ZupZGXWIL4MjyE2vst8_FPTKHBxqLj_YJR_yYPUEXfJuEYT5Ms7QA-flBn-mtLqxDnO1ex-HXhwqZBINRgSSP0_d1QeOpjAwGPQXqZdl4TreU3z2KzUyaFNI-lkSbcSYcK7HiYIkbrb/s320/0617090555-01.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7ZupZGXWIL4MjyE2vst8_FPTKHBxqLj_YJR_yYPUEXfJuEYT5Ms7QA-flBn-mtLqxDnO1ex-HXhwqZBINRgSSP0_d1QeOpjAwGPQXqZdl4TreU3z2KzUyaFNI-lkSbcSYcK7HiYIkbrb/s1600-h/0617090555-01.jpg"></a></div></span></em></div><div></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7ZupZGXWIL4MjyE2vst8_FPTKHBxqLj_YJR_yYPUEXfJuEYT5Ms7QA-flBn-mtLqxDnO1ex-HXhwqZBINRgSSP0_d1QeOpjAwGPQXqZdl4TreU3z2KzUyaFNI-lkSbcSYcK7HiYIkbrb/s1600-h/0617090555-01.jpg"></a></div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">Right before I go around the curve and leave this pasture that lies in front of my home, the sun is just peeking through the trees.</span></em></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Clicking on any picture will enlarge it .... I suggest you do to really see the beauty!</em></span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-8259954703262965602009-06-14T21:49:00.004-05:002009-06-14T22:05:31.786-05:00Animals<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4gzebMJag2C3yesvIqM-SPFNVNTE-VXO3Q4Y8PBJXFPZ07RXj6N_3LiQ_1y72jbXg7G6YnWlsT6NqV9r9Hn3mtFAAXL9QxMNbB-DW93nKISryxi7_fqqyWaRqm_WBcQCrEhBudcOSX6cy/s1600-h/DVC00151.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347381584706150930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4gzebMJag2C3yesvIqM-SPFNVNTE-VXO3Q4Y8PBJXFPZ07RXj6N_3LiQ_1y72jbXg7G6YnWlsT6NqV9r9Hn3mtFAAXL9QxMNbB-DW93nKISryxi7_fqqyWaRqm_WBcQCrEhBudcOSX6cy/s320/DVC00151.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="font-family:arial;">Fluffy is 10 this year. I usually have al his fur sheared off in April so I do not have to put up with all the shedding. But when his fur was growing back over the winter, the fur along his back bone looked thin and like something was wrong with it. It is fine now and if I can put up with continually sweeping, vacuuming and brushing the cat hair up, I will not have it sheared.</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KS7cZnQMO8_I747oJPLWBxBZyDCCbsNHsI2c9F6NX_dwy6FyY9U8iMg4MaEmSEOpUrE3MCJ27AhdrBX-tsFz1aUMuyeUVKduKmzlqCZncLbHziqTAsDcEq8WuSXXNVK-enI8kyzZfdid/s1600-h/0517091842-00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347381583217641346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KS7cZnQMO8_I747oJPLWBxBZyDCCbsNHsI2c9F6NX_dwy6FyY9U8iMg4MaEmSEOpUrE3MCJ27AhdrBX-tsFz1aUMuyeUVKduKmzlqCZncLbHziqTAsDcEq8WuSXXNVK-enI8kyzZfdid/s320/0517091842-00.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">This is Fluffy laying on my sleeping son. He just loves to lay on anyone sleeping or anyone in the recliner!</span><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqXg2HJByzJRDD3ybX0If9zT3oB7FNB7NCFuMqjOnz8udo90rEgijIfc_YfMxLEOmZFBi7crrCZpxPQhKJ7dm93IPSXtXy8zDSDwMVs0QQAAviN90U7LD19k0BTrYTxTNZQiZ1eKQ73xk/s1600-h/DVC00153.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347381577650270754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqXg2HJByzJRDD3ybX0If9zT3oB7FNB7NCFuMqjOnz8udo90rEgijIfc_YfMxLEOmZFBi7crrCZpxPQhKJ7dm93IPSXtXy8zDSDwMVs0QQAAviN90U7LD19k0BTrYTxTNZQiZ1eKQ73xk/s320/DVC00153.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I just could not leave out Cassie. She is 11 this year. Her face is almost completely white now. She is the best little weiner dog!<br /><br /></span><div></div></div>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-50276589758579602002009-04-20T21:37:00.010-05:002009-04-20T22:42:09.932-05:00Tile...Kitchen Floor....FinallyThis is the old linoleum floor I have had since I built my house in 1986. This is a pic of my kitchen in January on my birthday to show the color of the walls before.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTH6E4e1v10lkYvZIr8vMVirkfirUP52WTAgNdozTm1PapJ-2ta7NQbxcfzXyJCHsLI4_vhLKL3QCGpE6xYcFd8VEhF3znX5HnW4H8d-cMPbEB3cykOHyzEhDnLCXSNay6G3baedDx2vk_/s1600-h/DVC00066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326969354963059986" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTH6E4e1v10lkYvZIr8vMVirkfirUP52WTAgNdozTm1PapJ-2ta7NQbxcfzXyJCHsLI4_vhLKL3QCGpE6xYcFd8VEhF3znX5HnW4H8d-cMPbEB3cykOHyzEhDnLCXSNay6G3baedDx2vk_/s320/DVC00066.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9163rBGOECsoZ0CRhgRiMrqUeFC946J71yEU43rP50TzVkCL_WOgDG_pxme7qS5wIkgR06NniA7ZoWmqcAvMXQwnhYjr8M0LGIVdWahwpLO00-5jPd7PLtKHxRZGCJc05gc2pYnFS_Qda/s1600-h/Donna's+50th+birthday+036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326974444690721138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9163rBGOECsoZ0CRhgRiMrqUeFC946J71yEU43rP50TzVkCL_WOgDG_pxme7qS5wIkgR06NniA7ZoWmqcAvMXQwnhYjr8M0LGIVdWahwpLO00-5jPd7PLtKHxRZGCJc05gc2pYnFS_Qda/s320/Donna's+50th+birthday+036.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />There were two places where the luan subfloor had worn a crack completely thru.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwjjTQPjm2u3p7BDSNLU8t2UJ5ZuNnfUtHNuXcsBB0ZWS4MVLV9LHrdl4ta67bMVN-0rMoMDW9yV_eFc2DD37P5QOSoR-MGYxzHlaLUfXVuoVJ-cQKOeOkPBv14QxxKtk-cauB4Y5I6RoY/s1600-h/DVC00063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326969350688371538" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwjjTQPjm2u3p7BDSNLU8t2UJ5ZuNnfUtHNuXcsBB0ZWS4MVLV9LHrdl4ta67bMVN-0rMoMDW9yV_eFc2DD37P5QOSoR-MGYxzHlaLUfXVuoVJ-cQKOeOkPBv14QxxKtk-cauB4Y5I6RoY/s320/DVC00063.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1oxfVq5MBUwsrtEs7pKJgoZWmBP_iG8bJBMGp_1uJrFZOZ_BusSLqigU2hUm0soFzEzBZbcNEmo1O9o8YoWtVOdYkIH4edX_gNwQtg2Sqg8APdJiJdDWEeg4rauTdysSaobTGufGXnOf4/s1600-h/DVC00064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326969355267038658" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1oxfVq5MBUwsrtEs7pKJgoZWmBP_iG8bJBMGp_1uJrFZOZ_BusSLqigU2hUm0soFzEzBZbcNEmo1O9o8YoWtVOdYkIH4edX_gNwQtg2Sqg8APdJiJdDWEeg4rauTdysSaobTGufGXnOf4/s320/DVC00064.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This is the new color. You can't see it very well because the picture is at night.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv7iQye-FlLsjtBG5_CgoeW_i5HvFq_3FZ2Sbys5ZLa1WyQe2_FzmQ93z4RXENHixtHFRIvTqDDY85a9FQtlshk-y7nkbazbmOPcFovXuz1w2Pejo9mYrIg4vLLybn6bMPF1T1ABUS6M-h/s1600-h/DVC00074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326971012705534930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv7iQye-FlLsjtBG5_CgoeW_i5HvFq_3FZ2Sbys5ZLa1WyQe2_FzmQ93z4RXENHixtHFRIvTqDDY85a9FQtlshk-y7nkbazbmOPcFovXuz1w2Pejo9mYrIg4vLLybn6bMPF1T1ABUS6M-h/s320/DVC00074.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>This was the first day of laying tile, which was the 2nd day they worked. The "durarock" subfloor was day 1. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgosXn_qt7FeVpTb08jPKnnkhmxnyKtcmbdIedE6_Viw76-Lw6TLpiDdRD5CzSjbpQgavLkQPW3sa0lJUiexxenmzIqhYY9STB0CwJYTSiBHG-w2fbybALvnGoPtZ_QRcrAT8ya0Et-L9A8/s1600-h/DVC00080.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326971014791966370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgosXn_qt7FeVpTb08jPKnnkhmxnyKtcmbdIedE6_Viw76-Lw6TLpiDdRD5CzSjbpQgavLkQPW3sa0lJUiexxenmzIqhYY9STB0CwJYTSiBHG-w2fbybALvnGoPtZ_QRcrAT8ya0Et-L9A8/s320/DVC00080.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6B7TwEPZyIOGzPnGhdTecLSMLXDILjxydU1JA-S6H7bpse_x_LulZJ3MnwFjFrmKPEwCC-ezVnTTeZRTR_7zRZUOSb5zGsxZeqkSFhaPaPFATaQjIYsdBYELPat-Y2_W4vATHLIp4oar/s1600-h/DVC00089.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326971421076535666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6B7TwEPZyIOGzPnGhdTecLSMLXDILjxydU1JA-S6H7bpse_x_LulZJ3MnwFjFrmKPEwCC-ezVnTTeZRTR_7zRZUOSb5zGsxZeqkSFhaPaPFATaQjIYsdBYELPat-Y2_W4vATHLIp4oar/s320/DVC00089.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is my living room while the kitchen was being tiled. This mess about made me crazy!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaYqH9h-KS4lr8jyqsXa-R038HZAThyphenhyphenySBXckPUaFlwvXlvihpHgHlGSw6Nd4hE2aoUoC3toyrnX7GdSDzeABdCkI4xisLagHmhRJLKBs8brwNMg9Hk9LfEIfS1mIXjPg2XzoW-Rrewjq5/s1600-h/DVC00083.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326971019734220434" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaYqH9h-KS4lr8jyqsXa-R038HZAThyphenhyphenySBXckPUaFlwvXlvihpHgHlGSw6Nd4hE2aoUoC3toyrnX7GdSDzeABdCkI4xisLagHmhRJLKBs8brwNMg9Hk9LfEIfS1mIXjPg2XzoW-Rrewjq5/s320/DVC00083.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6P4oY7yOl9anLe3pX5grCJZKY-LfROiVWilCmLrVn4Uw62A-R9oVbnpG5aMGhb2Ct_Nl8QA6pnJ79skq9t9b0jFcNHjko0S2bJyqLxkgcj5T13_0X8Uk01IRl0y_CZTzfpldaBdf9YTmT/s1600-h/DVC00086.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326972714962847170" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6P4oY7yOl9anLe3pX5grCJZKY-LfROiVWilCmLrVn4Uw62A-R9oVbnpG5aMGhb2Ct_Nl8QA6pnJ79skq9t9b0jFcNHjko0S2bJyqLxkgcj5T13_0X8Uk01IRl0y_CZTzfpldaBdf9YTmT/s320/DVC00086.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2tYCcnsFh-hy5HXyK0CRNGVUE5hKskm_dNcTesR-EWpnhBVGeyK9z7HeoyohiOZD8xPodi-Bv-1LfFoZ8K6YtxXCHr6YdOGiDGDo3Lq9Z_5HIQl-40uxKX8yWF96GVM52Q9X-BSh5ECDU/s1600-h/DVC00084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326971019389730594" style="WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2tYCcnsFh-hy5HXyK0CRNGVUE5hKskm_dNcTesR-EWpnhBVGeyK9z7HeoyohiOZD8xPodi-Bv-1LfFoZ8K6YtxXCHr6YdOGiDGDo3Lq9Z_5HIQl-40uxKX8yWF96GVM52Q9X-BSh5ECDU/s320/DVC00084.JPG" border="0" /></a>These four pics are day 3.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFmlnZIGuXEsiO2EGd-YektI6H_1Vhe3x1MkDxkX4udZ-f6qXhsc-AqOSDLIi8F0vgt475rNd4ewGyqbcxXeGxpFIfHekr6a0-GDRHkWqsA0e5p8tVFmb3p_axYoDUIYx_utBpNYRyBJn/s1600-h/DVC00082.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326971017759457778" style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFmlnZIGuXEsiO2EGd-YektI6H_1Vhe3x1MkDxkX4udZ-f6qXhsc-AqOSDLIi8F0vgt475rNd4ewGyqbcxXeGxpFIfHekr6a0-GDRHkWqsA0e5p8tVFmb3p_axYoDUIYx_utBpNYRyBJn/s320/DVC00082.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhskQyF53jdfHlTm2-GhYj8ue8E9wWDpjxx-06V1t8yeIdowbXEfBUj6a1mNp9ObFQZ3KMEmVlyriUnTOZpFm_QCTh8YazQv7XQu0QNXG00OUjxgcwwVBI3xuO9Ixh8RVP9gH4J7etXzs36/s1600-h/DVC00085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326972713050573570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhskQyF53jdfHlTm2-GhYj8ue8E9wWDpjxx-06V1t8yeIdowbXEfBUj6a1mNp9ObFQZ3KMEmVlyriUnTOZpFm_QCTh8YazQv7XQu0QNXG00OUjxgcwwVBI3xuO9Ixh8RVP9gH4J7etXzs36/s320/DVC00085.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Day 4 and the tile is complete except for the mortar!</div><div><br /><br />YEAH....DONE...Moved all the furniture back in on the 6th day!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Y2Qm-gFzckQJ52chg30YLOMRh9KNL6eQEZDhU_Tz1ASD43-dNvRBO1tNRkPRy4s3Gy6jy5iN4sbF74w3EZV_DM9EFC28DHv66VdmAg4GDwRGkvQBv0aV9MsEIzHgbBDlpx7yN9vB8A89/s1600-h/DVC00103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326973195183832546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Y2Qm-gFzckQJ52chg30YLOMRh9KNL6eQEZDhU_Tz1ASD43-dNvRBO1tNRkPRy4s3Gy6jy5iN4sbF74w3EZV_DM9EFC28DHv66VdmAg4GDwRGkvQBv0aV9MsEIzHgbBDlpx7yN9vB8A89/s320/DVC00103.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifA5uy3-WBcDkNY3Th7Fq594IkR9bCiQCGB_OmayGnDV6V3Vd0gPZS_ozSDDC7TGtT6OpqRtmYsP-zi3myoA2xZ-GCft_2WYajbsmfVotU6IC9TzrXaw0JaISp40jE3Gf2WKNyT56uXPkK/s1600-h/DVC00104.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326973192017129314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifA5uy3-WBcDkNY3Th7Fq594IkR9bCiQCGB_OmayGnDV6V3Vd0gPZS_ozSDDC7TGtT6OpqRtmYsP-zi3myoA2xZ-GCft_2WYajbsmfVotU6IC9TzrXaw0JaISp40jE3Gf2WKNyT56uXPkK/s320/DVC00104.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Nice, I love it...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Aku-PEiX638ABtMKCht28r8PvA_wODwfBzWOGYXe9CdBLoJfAhoCto7jQpxVi95VF8SoI5kZ0497sndLw10rB-zLP-cvZp9Y1Ml51LUIJ4YQhc7BKNGKCAJ6yEDpxrVKFfUW9WWWgGvf/s1600-h/DVC00105.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326972719477539586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Aku-PEiX638ABtMKCht28r8PvA_wODwfBzWOGYXe9CdBLoJfAhoCto7jQpxVi95VF8SoI5kZ0497sndLw10rB-zLP-cvZp9Y1Ml51LUIJ4YQhc7BKNGKCAJ6yEDpxrVKFfUW9WWWgGvf/s320/DVC00105.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I think it looks wonderful.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZz6PsGVXHh6g04cNjkuz3s8I452SOTy-JOHoYMZVXXZR8ITZ7mI5vJRD7Lt9aKahodaqT-_PKwQv7DdWH4ea8AVHRc_GrzrTar19HOO1PFYWmjMT23BwVXLglUR1rB8gk6xB190Pl_tMD/s1600-h/DVC00106.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326972718889931666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZz6PsGVXHh6g04cNjkuz3s8I452SOTy-JOHoYMZVXXZR8ITZ7mI5vJRD7Lt9aKahodaqT-_PKwQv7DdWH4ea8AVHRc_GrzrTar19HOO1PFYWmjMT23BwVXLglUR1rB8gk6xB190Pl_tMD/s320/DVC00106.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibCjl_aQ8CnfHH3aYt_WQtrHxMpP7ZeXCbo81tPydGEHf7rDxip-YUzgn8oTVE0nxX-PIDgf2c7mnZAxo2Q0-ZrSBP20PFa-dP5vN48H7UOJm40O66VrgT2pEd76tOjuGIBUcFoPY_bzVr/s1600-h/DVC00107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326972715732086802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibCjl_aQ8CnfHH3aYt_WQtrHxMpP7ZeXCbo81tPydGEHf7rDxip-YUzgn8oTVE0nxX-PIDgf2c7mnZAxo2Q0-ZrSBP20PFa-dP5vN48H7UOJm40O66VrgT2pEd76tOjuGIBUcFoPY_bzVr/s320/DVC00107.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVzzhggAfvskUl7YQLMvYtpatCV01QekXcOh7faOBz1fnasIM8_3sooxtAVSyulJiNnQ0goAPK6CyrTAVurG_oyaK2JhgEut3Qe6b7Ts5vb95hQyGMAVvbX2eSGkKSCnjq2MYTkhHuDdC/s1600-h/DVC00102.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326973196588158770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVzzhggAfvskUl7YQLMvYtpatCV01QekXcOh7faOBz1fnasIM8_3sooxtAVSyulJiNnQ0goAPK6CyrTAVurG_oyaK2JhgEut3Qe6b7Ts5vb95hQyGMAVvbX2eSGkKSCnjq2MYTkhHuDdC/s320/DVC00102.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div>The new wall color is a mustardish color and I like it. THAT IS ALL THAT MATTERS!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>I need some help with the decor if any of you would like to suggest anything.</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-17206674837061459722009-04-16T22:27:00.005-05:002009-04-16T23:02:36.527-05:00??Gravity Wave??<div><div><div>Last Sunday night, Easter, we had no tornado watches or warnings, no thunderstorm watches or warnings for our area or central Alabama. There were warnings for south Alabama though. All our weather said was rain and wind. Little did we know a lot of rain coming down at one time can cause what is called a "gravity wave" of wind. They explained it like a bucket full of water being poured very quickly to the ground and the wind that is produced from it. This was new to us!! They were saying possibly 60-70 MPH winds! I went to bed at 10:45 thinking nothing was going to happen. At 12:45, I was awaken to the weather alarm going off. They gave an "alert" but no warning or watch. I got up and checked the TV, nothing. I logged onto our local station's radar and chat room. The chat was reporting trees down, power lines down etc. to the west of me and coming our way. Of course, now there was no way I would be able to go back to sleep. I sat up reading the chat and listening to the wind get stronger and stronger outside. Something that sounded like metal hit the side of my house one time but I never found out what it was. The chairs on my porch or deck never even blew over...strange. I looked out my back door and thought I saw a tall tree down. I tried to shine the flashlight but could not tell for sure. Oh yeah, the power of course went out about 2 AM. It was all over around 4 AM and I layed back down at 4:30. Finally fell asleep at 5 and got up for work at 6 with no power or water. My water is a well, so without power to pump the water up, there is no water! When I got up and looked out back with a little daylight, that tree was down as were two more. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmkcSAs4yVbrnZfHKC1ZQqJfXHKPasj1IZPOr4PzzF2IzZYRI0swHZSpdJiTYyH6Zt2NIp6rl_wu6fwFGewX-lWYQCe2nE-PGHHb9imnsum-I1cKfOPvYwPb-L-eMh9hAmJicFHYvX9fau/s1600-h/DVC00097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325503242859237394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmkcSAs4yVbrnZfHKC1ZQqJfXHKPasj1IZPOr4PzzF2IzZYRI0swHZSpdJiTYyH6Zt2NIp6rl_wu6fwFGewX-lWYQCe2nE-PGHHb9imnsum-I1cKfOPvYwPb-L-eMh9hAmJicFHYvX9fau/s320/DVC00097.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1dX8u5zzggYmImYxB1UdJ0XNzyhXdAJvCIv2Z5erucxJzOc5rt5KkQjofSZAGx2P3yrIM6cCHgCED_9jBpMDXpKeJAcptXZuUMTaz5UHlHyrkd7HGQk577dHETAnbOdLXfyTcHchdzfK/s1600-h/DVC00098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325503245066617538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1dX8u5zzggYmImYxB1UdJ0XNzyhXdAJvCIv2Z5erucxJzOc5rt5KkQjofSZAGx2P3yrIM6cCHgCED_9jBpMDXpKeJAcptXZuUMTaz5UHlHyrkd7HGQk577dHETAnbOdLXfyTcHchdzfK/s320/DVC00098.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsF4goJ8aKahrtWBiX6JAQrx5g7mF8sf2BXZg50vNz7zeAoz1vdhnbDsX7a-URBl-UzZIsBQ8htrIpFTQSic8oNVRj0UIz2jlTAXieNFsV_tzCrD2fSSTMnCBiSwac2grvI-lu2Whd3T1m/s1600-h/DVC00095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325503238284732770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsF4goJ8aKahrtWBiX6JAQrx5g7mF8sf2BXZg50vNz7zeAoz1vdhnbDsX7a-URBl-UzZIsBQ8htrIpFTQSic8oNVRj0UIz2jlTAXieNFsV_tzCrD2fSSTMnCBiSwac2grvI-lu2Whd3T1m/s320/DVC00095.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzWmSCjJiUrfXYAtJxYDVb8sLhgtZMG1qCaKcMxXBnTA7JH9cVifCQ3Uh4mZL6lBpmhlkodoIBfQ9_5ED6ZHofxOJ2L_la-07NmaJeE-J3_r23MGjf2g-XpeNktSyfcss09ZgqXn5lAr5h/s1600-h/DVC00096.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325503242704567778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzWmSCjJiUrfXYAtJxYDVb8sLhgtZMG1qCaKcMxXBnTA7JH9cVifCQ3Uh4mZL6lBpmhlkodoIBfQ9_5ED6ZHofxOJ2L_la-07NmaJeE-J3_r23MGjf2g-XpeNktSyfcss09ZgqXn5lAr5h/s320/DVC00096.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Then I go to my car and see my phone line drooping over another line and broken into out at the road! I live about 1.8 miles from the main highway on a rural road. On my way to the highway I have to stop because a tree in across the road and resting on a power line. There is a guy with a chain saw and several people stopped helping remove the tree so traffic can pass. I took a picture of this. A little further down the road is another tree that has been cut just enough for a vehicle to get through. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAkoTUPtAWSiu3MguDP7Ty3CjMiSI7sxqZ0SvmL-fQ0t6GmeTFJAe83hFQAWwG-yUfi84rKRUhCwLMkxL4pPVbG-8gZVytCz7rgaoix9Q2Cltq1hWPNpHIuSS5OQC7ISRCPUM3mlmtXvg/s1600-h/DVC00101.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325504795394658370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAkoTUPtAWSiu3MguDP7Ty3CjMiSI7sxqZ0SvmL-fQ0t6GmeTFJAe83hFQAWwG-yUfi84rKRUhCwLMkxL4pPVbG-8gZVytCz7rgaoix9Q2Cltq1hWPNpHIuSS5OQC7ISRCPUM3mlmtXvg/s320/DVC00101.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is pictures taken from my driveway as I was leaving my house. This is the barn my great-grandfather built that now belongs to my brother.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwauslSqQ-bBG2SO0ZMtQXsffq9dDpM4G8Vga5iY-H3W91Gp5a3YHTYmk276Pw0XRM9DOnxzPYg-aZBbw9UKg4Ke7MGpKKGlGMyL_w0YvSMQaJ3AnfTpbsKbV2_p2aP1NeaWevGF3PaIf/s1600-h/DVC00100.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325504790648363202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwauslSqQ-bBG2SO0ZMtQXsffq9dDpM4G8Vga5iY-H3W91Gp5a3YHTYmk276Pw0XRM9DOnxzPYg-aZBbw9UKg4Ke7MGpKKGlGMyL_w0YvSMQaJ3AnfTpbsKbV2_p2aP1NeaWevGF3PaIf/s320/DVC00100.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5K1hS2nCyKhXWT_wDTTpMDG3P6nFclbw-J1Wu-PBPvnAMW6VCzHtB_06iWtMBzKPkRncE8fnqeh0IO0whXS6U5j133JmJ2AByONRQFdLqYA39F4z3-yfkPoftsyCE1edANjaJa3GXOIw/s1600-h/DVC00099.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325504792555003634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5K1hS2nCyKhXWT_wDTTpMDG3P6nFclbw-J1Wu-PBPvnAMW6VCzHtB_06iWtMBzKPkRncE8fnqeh0IO0whXS6U5j133JmJ2AByONRQFdLqYA39F4z3-yfkPoftsyCE1edANjaJa3GXOIw/s320/DVC00099.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Our power was restored by 5 PM Monday. Everyone around my house did not lose their phone service because the line that was broke was just to my house. They finally restored the phone line and my DSL today, Thursday afternoon.</div><br /><div>Have any of you heard of a Gravity Wave?</div><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-30527663719454487382009-02-17T21:54:00.002-06:002009-02-17T22:01:35.436-06:00Her Mother's Vase<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Tammy is 45, her brother, Mark is 47. They lived in Hialeah, Florida when they were little. Their grandparents lived not far from them. Tammy was 4 when her mother, an only child, died of a brain tumor. Their dad remarried and moved them to central Florida. They continued to visit their grandparents from time to time. Then their dad died of cancer when Tammy was 12. They lived with their step-mother and step-siblings until they were grown. They are still close and keep in touch with them.<br /><br />Their grandparents, Grace and Esco, retired in 1980 and moved to family land in Alabama. Tammy married and had two sons then divorced. She has lived in Arizona, Florida and in Europe. She later married a man who was a police officer. This man drank and beat her, then stalked her. He had promised to kill her if he sees her again. She lived in hiding for two years and believes he has gone back to Australia. One of her sons is in the Navy and plans on making it a career. She has found a man who loves her, makes her happy and does not abuse her. They live near Jacksonville, Florida.<br /><br />Mark went to college and has been an event security coordinator since college. He now owns his own windowing tinting business and is very successful. Mark has too much pride to ask for any one's help. Even when we offered, he had a very hard time accepting our help. He has a son, a daughter and another daughter due in June. Mark lives in Sebring, Florida, but has traveled all over the country on business.<br /><br />Mark and Tammy, both have always been very independent and head strong. Their Papaw Esco was old school disciplinarian and very strict. Papaw had a problem with every man Tammy dated or married it seemed. When Tammy did not take his advice, he basically did not want anything to do with her. Mark, on the other hand was very close to him. He had a lot in common and learned things from him. I believe some of this came from what Esco believed was male and female roles: men should do this and women should do that.<br /><br />Their Mamaw Grace was a beautiful woman even as she aged. She did not always agree with her husband but respected his wishes. I do not know when she was diagnosed with cancer but supposedly it was not of the type that could be surgically removed. She did not want chemo or radiation.<br /><br />My mom would keep a check on them. He had skin cancer removed from his face and mom would change his bandages and doctor them. After a couple of weeks of telling them Grace needed to go to the doctor about the swelling in her legs and feet, they finally agreed. Grace was sent to the hospital for a week where they could do nothing for her. She was dying. She spent two weeks in a nursing home before she succumbed to the cancer. That was January 29th.<br /><br />Mark and Tammy came for the funeral which was January 31st, a Saturday. They spent time with their Papaw and planned to come back in a month or so. My mom took him dinner several times and continued to change his bandage. His sister spoke to him everyday. A neighbor family visited a couple of times. Tammy called him several times.<br /><br />On Monday, February 9th, his sister took him to the bank and he cashed in some CDs. He set up his checking account to automatically pay his utilities and other bills. Cathy, a neighbor came over on Wednesday and he cut her grape vines to start her some plants. She invited him to come for dinner in the next few days. Mom went over around 5 pm, changed his bandages, and gave him soup and cornbread. He asked her if they could go out to eat this weekend.<br /><br />On Thursday, mom did not call him. His sister called all day and there was no answer. Tammy called and got no answer. Around 7:30 pm, his sister called mom and told her Esco did not answer all day and would she mind checking on him. Mom did, no answer knocking on the doors or his bedroom window. As she got in the car, her lights shown on what looked like him in a chair beside his garage. She went there, touched his hand and knew he had died.<br /><br />She called my brother and 911. My brother saw a shotgun on the ground, picked it up and stood it against the wall. Then he discovered the blood on the front of his shirt. My brother thought Esco had been sitting there shooting the crows (they eat his seed, pecans and garden) and the gun went off, accidentally killing him. It did not; he had placed a nail in the side of a board to put in the trigger guard, push and shoot himself. He even braced the butt of the gun on the ground and leaned over it.<br /><br />Mark and Tammy must make the nine to eleven hour drive back to Alabama for the second time in two weeks to bury their grandfather. Mark and his wife, Erin, arrived at 11:00 pm Friday night and Tammy and her finance, Joe, at 12:00 pm.<br /><br />All the funeral arrangements were taken care of by Jewel, Esco’s sister. The funeral was at 2:00 pm on Saturday, the same time, place and people as two weeks prior.<br /><br />Family gathered at Esco’s house afterward for a time with Mark and Tammy. Some took photographs they wanted from their house; after making sure neither grandchild wanted them. Cousins, who had not seen each other in 20 years, walked the property reminiscing old memories.<br /><br />On Sunday, Mark would not ask anyone to help start cleaning out, throwing away and packing up their grandparents things. Tammy did ask four cousins, who lived next door, to come help. She was supposed to leave Sunday evening to go back to Florida. Mark was leaving Monday morning. There were eight now to do the work.<br /><br />A couple, Ronald and Cathy, arrived. Cathy grew up living a mile up the road and knew all them. They and their teenage daughter had started visiting Esco and Grace recently. So much in fact, Esco and Grace told the daughter she could have her china and a milk glass vase. This is what they had come to get!<br /><br />Tammy informed Cathy, the china was being packed and Mark was taking it for his daughter. Cathy mentioned a quilt, Grace was going to give her. Tammy again told her she and Mark had divided them and they were packed. Then she wanted the milk glass vase. Tammy told her that belonged to her mother, Shirley and it was already packed in her car. Cathy kept on telling her Grace wanted her daughter to have it. Tammy, with tears in her eyes, again told her it was HER mother’s vase and she wanted. Now, Cathy began crying and Tammy went to her car and gave her the vase! Cathy took the vase to her car and went walking around the property with her husband and a cousin. They were looking for grape vine cuttings, Esco had cut for her on Wednesday. Cathy was fine after this; they walked around for awhile and finally left.<br /><br />Tammy however cannot get over her actually taking the vase after she explained it was not Esco or Grace’s vase but her mother’s. Neither can any of the others. There are not much of her mother’s things left except pictures for Tammy or Mark and their children to remember her. There were other items of Grace’s and Esco’s that the grandchildren did not want that Ronald, Cathy and their daughter could have.<br /><br />Cathy grew up very popular in this community. She is a teacher at the local school and very prominent in the largest church. Most everyone knows her or her family. She is considered a very “good” person.<br /><br />How can a “good” Christian woman take something that belonged to someone’s dead mother? Do you think this was right? Could you have done this? Is their another perspective being missed?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-61180332133431856252009-02-11T21:41:00.008-06:002009-02-11T22:21:10.806-06:00Children are Precious<div><div>Children are precious. They are innocent and should be kept that way for as long as possible.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNdw6QDJ792SkwBy7-CWJlNIUUU9_wmKf2HQxs-4AOnSamZRRnBSNj4tryWPXhVb8RcwpAT71t8x9zvDLnemGyi6ZNKnl-e_tmMYT2thLi1zPH5bcw1DXDuh1Czya2ehjLwW7B2_Pk2_Z/s1600-h/close+up.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301754188853185522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNdw6QDJ792SkwBy7-CWJlNIUUU9_wmKf2HQxs-4AOnSamZRRnBSNj4tryWPXhVb8RcwpAT71t8x9zvDLnemGyi6ZNKnl-e_tmMYT2thLi1zPH5bcw1DXDuh1Czya2ehjLwW7B2_Pk2_Z/s320/close+up.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We, as adults, should protect children from being exposed to anything that takes away that innocence. When my children were little, I never used vulgar words, not just in front of them but when they were not there. I did not tell them to “shut up”. I always said “be quiet” or “hush”. My children were taught to say yes ma’am, no ma’am, thank you, sir and they were corrected when they did not. They were corrected in front of those they should have said it to and in a way as not to embarrass anyone. </div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU9xo2Jwdp7p8SpoRg379PzokuOKhYivh_9bwJQVOyygR75ZgfBrbugLRGmvc47To32oy0UR7v0r8CN99zOd07WBlmT2VUuIESOJNhqnkbLO9Aj8B4DMTLsvhGot-kZ-bxQdrfWZWKmuTR/s1600-h/Josie+and+Judson+2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301751527254891570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU9xo2Jwdp7p8SpoRg379PzokuOKhYivh_9bwJQVOyygR75ZgfBrbugLRGmvc47To32oy0UR7v0r8CN99zOd07WBlmT2VUuIESOJNhqnkbLO9Aj8B4DMTLsvhGot-kZ-bxQdrfWZWKmuTR/s320/Josie+and+Judson+2008.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAc-sOUogSFeBXnxYevTqjGbUA60xGO7LXo9A1jE62GwVk1KqNqGJePCFdS9O9-4gzuhi4u8iej7ZQ6x8xRN6CkEUmwSq66_6v8xSCbaYk6naPNMA4W5zTo365aSMutIJHdxyIbnEOWw4X/s1600-h/Josie+7+close+up.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301756638259842946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAc-sOUogSFeBXnxYevTqjGbUA60xGO7LXo9A1jE62GwVk1KqNqGJePCFdS9O9-4gzuhi4u8iej7ZQ6x8xRN6CkEUmwSq66_6v8xSCbaYk6naPNMA4W5zTo365aSMutIJHdxyIbnEOWw4X/s320/Josie+7+close+up.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I never spoke of adult things with them in the room. It does not matter if you think they are not paying attention…they hear what you are saying! I just cannot help but cringe when I hear parents cussing like sailors in front of their young children. I have one nephew-in-law that was a thug, a bully and druggie. He is now clean, has three children, which he takes very good care of, but he has the worst potty mouth. His three year old son has been heard saying “what the f**k?” Instead of laughing at him, he should be corrected. There should be consequences for his actions. The argument though is, how can you scold him for saying something he hears his daddy saying? Because you teach them that it is not acceptable for them to use that language and make consequences if they do.<br /></div></div><div>My sons were not allowed to watch The Simpsons or wrestling or R-rated movies until they were 17. Bart Simpson was disrespectful to adults and I did not want my sons to learn that. Wrestling is fake for one thing but for another, my sons wrestled rough enough without seeing how to drop each one on the head. I am sure they watched what they wanted at their dad’s or at friend’s but they knew I did not approve.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK2nkhmOZpmMuLL6kggFhncDLbokzc89wmxxxJu1Drl3fzprzvT0WGbkdOcnQGLDOv1DTzE_qH5z87QusyBRv0odo7ecMMvwW-ZYprHAGghNZWDSPshcO7m-IjgD7t4_lCZmKvtUTfJNxl/s1600-h/Miranda's+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301755140692504018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK2nkhmOZpmMuLL6kggFhncDLbokzc89wmxxxJu1Drl3fzprzvT0WGbkdOcnQGLDOv1DTzE_qH5z87QusyBRv0odo7ecMMvwW-ZYprHAGghNZWDSPshcO7m-IjgD7t4_lCZmKvtUTfJNxl/s320/Miranda's+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />About a year ago, my younger son told me that when he was about 17, his friend’s were telling jokes. They used a slang word for semen that he had never heard. He had no idea what they were talking about. He just laughed along with them so they would not know. I felt proud that he had not been exposed to that until he was 17, I thought I had done a good job of protecting his innocence. Why do parents still not want this for their children. </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK2nkhmOZpmMuLL6kggFhncDLbokzc89wmxxxJu1Drl3fzprzvT0WGbkdOcnQGLDOv1DTzE_qH5z87QusyBRv0odo7ecMMvwW-ZYprHAGghNZWDSPshcO7m-IjgD7t4_lCZmKvtUTfJNxl/s1600-h/Miranda's+3.jpg"></a></div><div>I hear mothers all the time asking their two to ten year old children what do they want, to eat, to wear, etc. I witnessed my niece the other day doing this. She pulled every type of fruit cup, raisins and Jell-o out of her cupboard asking her five year old daughter what she wanted for a snack. She said no to every item. Then my niece and I went outside. We saw her daughter sit at the table with an applesauce cup, the first snack she was offered! When my niece, her sister and my boys were little and stayed with me, they ate what I chose for them. If they did not want that, they waited until lunch or dinner. Since they did not have a choice, they never whined about not wanting what I offered. When they get to be teenagers is when this freedom of choice you gave them in their early years becomes a huge problem.</div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301759797800409810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpFJUZFNyRt-boXBUcEtSbceyaMpl_v8W9_tGYJUEWCYfXjex-stIxS7H_LbJ8yCj2ORg1R5GXIf9IOi2W6eTvkLQdJxk2QjmT3uV9mSYeY-Zw-cIEAn0BHn61dx_x8UQCtrKQfxuVrbm/s320/all+5.jpg" border="0" />Children are precious, innocent as long as we protect them. They should be taught from birth to respect their elders, other people’s property and other’s possessions. There should always be consequences for their actions including what comes out of their mouth. I believe consistency and routine is the key to being successful.</div><div> </div><div>This is just my opinion, please feel free to comment yours.</div></div></div>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-9867988445987441282009-01-19T11:30:00.004-06:002009-01-19T11:42:55.448-06:00Stop and Listen<span style="font-family:arial;">This is a poem my cousin wrote that I thought was beautiful. With her permission, I have posted it here. She has it on her Facebook and on her blog.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PSI4A2PTMMTkRUApEe4ShR5rfnFz3-AxOBxI2hZ5oMZh1fMRKf5OhRjal4vu2YyO84ikWIyk5LHLwy-ANpddzdFXkVqCVVBqqybtJnXznNmJNsgCHJzjFcWtr91Z1m5lYopXvZt2Th1V/s1600-h/Bird.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293060801032933618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PSI4A2PTMMTkRUApEe4ShR5rfnFz3-AxOBxI2hZ5oMZh1fMRKf5OhRjal4vu2YyO84ikWIyk5LHLwy-ANpddzdFXkVqCVVBqqybtJnXznNmJNsgCHJzjFcWtr91Z1m5lYopXvZt2Th1V/s320/Bird.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The noise of traffic outside my window,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Seeking to steal the peace of the morning.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The melody of the bird outside my window,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Singing the glory of the Lord.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My eyes open slowly, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I awake to the sounds,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Their voices competing for my attention.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Stop for a moment, take it all in,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Listening to the birds declaring God's majesty.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">- Nancy Kourmoulis</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-43109282574812811292008-12-21T23:45:00.002-06:002008-12-21T23:55:16.755-06:00Shared Birthdays<span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;">When I was pregnant with my second child, my maternal grandmother was diagnosed with colon cancer. She had a portion of her colon removed and got all the cancer cells. I told her I was not going to get her a birthday present this time because I was going to have my baby on her birthday. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;">And that is exactly what I did! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;">May 11: My son and my Grandmother's birthday</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;">April 23: My brother and his step daughter's birthday</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;">Jan. 9: Mine and my niece's birthday</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;">Dec. 29: My mom and my nephew's birthday</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;">Does anyone else have birthday's shared by other family members?</span>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-5569127036138941172008-12-07T11:16:00.008-06:002008-12-07T11:31:10.924-06:00Body Snatchers!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6V924abxr5ug9UM8W1CZOVpzXOZBtEUVsm6nKGwxdcJwtB2ZiAkQI2GfKqmMcTsJfbT5w929ovig3E4yUerQ9oX0mhlFbP-kXCS6FQW34ik2btw6cJV7KQdc77Iu0PSDEns8ai4AXuA7h/s1600-h/Girl+Frazzled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277101442823417794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6V924abxr5ug9UM8W1CZOVpzXOZBtEUVsm6nKGwxdcJwtB2ZiAkQI2GfKqmMcTsJfbT5w929ovig3E4yUerQ9oX0mhlFbP-kXCS6FQW34ik2btw6cJV7KQdc77Iu0PSDEns8ai4AXuA7h/s320/Girl+Frazzled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Jl-1LntwrEM97XxM9sy7mQ4k3DDckJG_QPw78_JBDogGJ22_4dR5yOdwscl0m8JMd3G2tX4HlB97G05NQ9FbBaQ4NJr2NJPrNEMsttFga3uoeYCitqtMSv7DxVmufU-4XCSqyftY3FxC/s1600-h/Girl+Dancing.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277099917874031314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Jl-1LntwrEM97XxM9sy7mQ4k3DDckJG_QPw78_JBDogGJ22_4dR5yOdwscl0m8JMd3G2tX4HlB97G05NQ9FbBaQ4NJr2NJPrNEMsttFga3uoeYCitqtMSv7DxVmufU-4XCSqyftY3FxC/s320/Girl+Dancing.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Theft Problem - IMPORTANT MESSAGE: </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">You've heard about people who have been abducted and had their kidneys removed by black-market organ thieves. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. I went to sleep and woke up with someone else's thighs. It was just that quick. The replacements had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans. </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuySsf3fqTXsI30dCFSXBCOGwtfJvAvCGHO0_uToh06VBE5C_9Ny62bv2v41jvzIOMOqt_okJey6XfyKoV4RB3DuxPjUrUVm1hmJcUjRHAElmiu_Vq2rZqOfEgylYnreWKra2Ek9K62DXn/s1600-h/Halloween+Moon.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277100547602080162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuySsf3fqTXsI30dCFSXBCOGwtfJvAvCGHO0_uToh06VBE5C_9Ny62bv2v41jvzIOMOqt_okJey6XfyKoV4RB3DuxPjUrUVm1hmJcUjRHAElmiu_Vq2rZqOfEgylYnreWKra2Ek9K62DXn/s320/Halloween+Moon.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">And then the thieves struck again. My butt was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear-end to the thighs they had stuck me with earlier. But my new butt was attached at least three inches lower than my original! I realized I'd have to give up my jeans in favor of long skirts. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was fixing my hair and was horrified to see the flesh of my upper arm swing to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary - my body was being replaced one section at a time. What could they do to me next? </span><span style="font-family:arial;">When my poor neck suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a turkey neck, I decided to tell my story. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Women of the world, wake up and smell the coffee!</strong></span> Those 'plastic' surgeons are using REAL replacement body parts-stolen from you and me! The next time someone you know has something 'lifted', look again - was it lifted from you? THIS IS NOT A HOAX. This is happening to women everywhere every night. <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>WARN YOUR FRIENDS!</strong></span> </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">P.S. Last year I thought someone had stolen my Boobs. I was lying in bed and they were gone! But when I jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept. Now I keep them hidden in my waistband. These same thieves came in my closet and shrunk my clothes! How do they do it????</span></div></div></div>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-55314624062862270922008-11-07T22:08:00.009-06:002008-11-23T10:00:53.905-06:00Autumn at My Home<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRXm_dWXgU25kryMmzzAWu9E8trdHK8TUEvecuQxmF4H_YBn_gKMPm9_LNWvLSy7wtOSgqGLPRMHzCp_pKEvKqSPs_uVeEYsB4SUn_GJgicxoCHsZRGcanLVu2UMlob8Lix1HR_Wmdjom/s1600-h/1107081701-00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266145669094912034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRXm_dWXgU25kryMmzzAWu9E8trdHK8TUEvecuQxmF4H_YBn_gKMPm9_LNWvLSy7wtOSgqGLPRMHzCp_pKEvKqSPs_uVeEYsB4SUn_GJgicxoCHsZRGcanLVu2UMlob8Lix1HR_Wmdjom/s320/1107081701-00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;">These are pictures I took today at dusk. I started directly left standing on my front porch and rotated clockwise. </span></em></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266136173230177554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbjQvfuq6A5cdZd43yYK565jNxlYSJ9Gi5Zm6dC4GUygxkyYox9gxNclButarUIQ5QAcH94rDPaBlC6StOrD2ld7XBQHLWhBwH-oCT5UCR_7WXYflmcAwhomFJ2Q5geUzjz3XjXZOHiwl/s400/1107081700-01.jpg" border="0" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMibJ3ecVqvpFTUXp4TgLELwcIUjiGwMLbK80Z7GLnV3JdWq8S2JXzZjOzTKkAkvoGa9Y_Ce7ysEDBnd_pgZdAAQHR6xzLKAIHd8ORLdviA_JgRu-7_nD0v71IPVO3a0bEIXMaegNwxEsx/s1600-h/1107081700-02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266145670467695458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMibJ3ecVqvpFTUXp4TgLELwcIUjiGwMLbK80Z7GLnV3JdWq8S2JXzZjOzTKkAkvoGa9Y_Ce7ysEDBnd_pgZdAAQHR6xzLKAIHd8ORLdviA_JgRu-7_nD0v71IPVO3a0bEIXMaegNwxEsx/s320/1107081700-02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;">The smokey area between the first tree on the left and the second tree, off in the distance is fog rolling in as it rained today. </span></em></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFZKU08587D64YOtjWZ0NJibFqKOYlGKB-JcRAM7VGOngcISpWGM8oPifwCNkXYIpv9pu73O_Rfl1QcPdf-pRNmrZOM2s_eEn66ROZz4wF68jlM_BbT5YyojXsRCm3TWsdQeV0rzWYlIsH/s1600-h/1107081701-03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266137737810292434" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFZKU08587D64YOtjWZ0NJibFqKOYlGKB-JcRAM7VGOngcISpWGM8oPifwCNkXYIpv9pu73O_Rfl1QcPdf-pRNmrZOM2s_eEn66ROZz4wF68jlM_BbT5YyojXsRCm3TWsdQeV0rzWYlIsH/s400/1107081701-03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc6600;">That is my mom's house across the road at the end of my driveway. You can see it over the top of my car, but it is just a shadow as the sun is setting behind it. I guess I should have moved that garbage can before I started taking these! Oh well.</span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-kwnSJisD97z0nyJ_n89T5NdYjq8ArzLtaRwk8x2IoN01x8OKDtaL-0cKIkelO0FH1ojnOn_2iCyi28xUqltKyAsteSHD0NOtuMpNwLUGE1CtAuDpq5DxTkEl9Erz0pvcMjr2yV7-cim5/s1600-h/1107081701-02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266137745403551122" style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-kwnSJisD97z0nyJ_n89T5NdYjq8ArzLtaRwk8x2IoN01x8OKDtaL-0cKIkelO0FH1ojnOn_2iCyi28xUqltKyAsteSHD0NOtuMpNwLUGE1CtAuDpq5DxTkEl9Erz0pvcMjr2yV7-cim5/s400/1107081701-02.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWCU7gsjamcusi4iy3bcGttPHsU3cCeu0BIGHeWFxNxjQuxQG03mMiLyvx7B35Adfde8for5qDhrCwvSpnT5hJjRApq98CkP-FazF_ZtCnLSYNtXT4AmK54e0r70brSLgGZjHFhpCFHRx/s1600-h/1107081702-00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266137747475891474" style="WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWCU7gsjamcusi4iy3bcGttPHsU3cCeu0BIGHeWFxNxjQuxQG03mMiLyvx7B35Adfde8for5qDhrCwvSpnT5hJjRApq98CkP-FazF_ZtCnLSYNtXT4AmK54e0r70brSLgGZjHFhpCFHRx/s400/1107081702-00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"><em>That barn you see, my great-grandfather built. The stalls inside are notched logs sitting on a foundation of stacked, flat river rocks. I have pictures of the inside I will post sometime. The top plate (2" x 4" board) is one board, the entire length of the barn. You can see the hatchet marks where my great-grandfather hacked it to the right size. This view is from the side of my house, also what I see out my kitchen window.</em></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGgXvFjIFXOaNHJDuEVdawUPloNfe8j3FLeMLczlaQCw117_50jxzOJoZLZlpYCmfJpLzzkPMRTdviscmMgAXr6ryKdtVSY04zeY6KzUDKvv-Oyvld0L0kyUgmDXRRENir965hu6HMWN5/s1600-h/1107081702-02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266137752742929506" style="WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGgXvFjIFXOaNHJDuEVdawUPloNfe8j3FLeMLczlaQCw117_50jxzOJoZLZlpYCmfJpLzzkPMRTdviscmMgAXr6ryKdtVSY04zeY6KzUDKvv-Oyvld0L0kyUgmDXRRENir965hu6HMWN5/s400/1107081702-02.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVxKPJd4iJtMJVRe0YUDz11ywzXcgDM9vOGyIWehjgNVhp4bN7g0rtvv6zgooVcVdvqf_9olQzaG_nRShahr90Z9J-j09_7XD92abDWxZsJnhDJw_ploAPxd444GMEmSsrz3O0Ips1XvJ/s1600-h/1107081702-01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266137756951836498" style="WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVxKPJd4iJtMJVRe0YUDz11ywzXcgDM9vOGyIWehjgNVhp4bN7g0rtvv6zgooVcVdvqf_9olQzaG_nRShahr90Z9J-j09_7XD92abDWxZsJnhDJw_ploAPxd444GMEmSsrz3O0Ips1XvJ/s400/1107081702-01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;">This is the rolling hill off the backside of the barn. At the lowest part of this shot is a small creek, fed by a natural spring. This is looking from my back porch. Through the trees, you can see my older brother's house he is building.</span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg29yn-NSrOg-9eFqcGaEdfSCoriTRXQ8bnuK1UDyydawkQhY6fHLFb4qxCw8xGOAg3g99yS_OMGio3zU3zvIjpuvZVb3A6zDSeLkmxoAVy-hEKTHV3uVzgu4gSWYGOxOrWPDcXgv3quUWE/s1600-h/1107081702-03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266138282083269666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg29yn-NSrOg-9eFqcGaEdfSCoriTRXQ8bnuK1UDyydawkQhY6fHLFb4qxCw8xGOAg3g99yS_OMGio3zU3zvIjpuvZVb3A6zDSeLkmxoAVy-hEKTHV3uVzgu4gSWYGOxOrWPDcXgv3quUWE/s400/1107081702-03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;">Yep, that is a tire swing, my son put up. I am ashamed for you all to see those bricks and that building sitting there. I have been painting my house and have not finished yet. These were moved out to the middle of the yard out of our way. The building is portable right now, I do not want it anywhere in my yard that will block my view.</span></em></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-3215620659129441822008-11-05T20:38:00.004-06:002008-11-05T21:50:12.401-06:00I've been tagged twice!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjElECHCeXWq0vqx0U2BF-OU3KOgi6bs4dvBzpIhF9wPgVnyuEPfhIITeD16KkbNeL7k5MoHi8AERNko-cJCBcQ3kv9AHf_0dKrkNB3sUuZDmrbHHon34ZSZS5XLjdlC3hASTRi8h-FCc8K/s1600-h/Laurie_eyes.gif"></a><a href="http://whatsnuwitu.blogspot.com/">meb</a> and Laurie has tagged me. I'll try to make it interesting as I answer these questions.<br />1. Clothes<br />I have rarely enjoyed shopping for myself. I have always been overweight and rarely think I look good in anything. I am tall and have no waistline and the dreadful disease - noassatall. I like to dress up but I want to be comfortable too.<br />2. Furniture<br />In the almost 30 years I have been on my own, I have never bought a room of furniture. I still have the bed and dresser I got when I was three years old. I have bought sofa's, a shifter-robe (no idea how to spell it), small tables and entertainment centers. Most everything else is hand-me-downs, which I like.<br />3. Sweet<br />Yes, I can be sweet...oh, that's not the question... I love sweets - hence my weight problem. I love plain chocolate, no nuts, no peanut butter, just chocolate. Certain cakes and pies and cobblers but I am picky. I had rather have Little Debbie cakes than cookies any day.<br />4. City<br />I find the city interesting as in lofts and architecture. The biggest city near me is Birmingham and it is not that safe. However, when I was a teenager, a friend and I would spend the day downtown. We would go in all the stores, visit the hot dog stands and ride the escalators and elevators. There was a "head" shop there and we didn't even know what it was as we did not do drugs. I have always lived in a rural area and I love the privacy and space.<br />5. Drink<br />I do not drink alcohol much anymore. When I did, I like anything with vodka. I was hooked on Diet Pepsi until my stomach felt like it was burning. Now I drink them occasionally but mostly I drink tea sweetened with Splenda and lemon.<br />6. Music<br />I do not listen to a lot of music except my son playing guitar and singing. I like about all music except rap. I listen to audio books in my vehicle instead of music.<br />7. TV Series<br />I like Medium, Big Bang Theory, CSI, Ghost Whisperer and a few reality shows. I've met a great group of folks by watching Big Brother and Amazing Race (copied from Laurie). I like any time travel, murder/mystery and some comedies.<br />8. Film<br />I actually like movies like X-Men, Fantastic Four, Raiders, Along Came A Spider, comedies if not silly, romantic movies and some scary ones if not gorey and bloody.<br />9. Workout<br />Until five years ago, I played softball a couple nights a week. Now I do not do any exercise except planting a few flowers and working in the yard.<br />10. Pastries<br />Oh my god, I love them! Cinnamon rolls and Krispy Kreme donuts are my favorite breakfast foods.<br />11. Coffee<br />Oh yes, my son gets it ready at night and turns on the timer so it is ready when I get up. We have a neat coffee machine at work that provides a fresh, single cup everytime. I will usually have a cup in the afternoon too. I alternate between decaf and regular. I omitted the sweetener when I was 19 and on a diet, so just a little half-n-half or creamer.<br />Now who should I tag? Jackie and ORKmommy you have been tagged! I am not sure how to do this.Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-60089209330263682512008-10-31T17:04:00.009-05:002008-11-07T23:04:05.949-06:00Hand-Made Girls Dresses<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ryyy3T1EC5hk-5VnuzKtX-2ocvPEe1OS3lip7bPngA3nYNKKSWrdmu5mhXJaQSig7E2NWFXh0gVBuouTMbF_cGfBQw3ykJdKQIOAqwQa24v0iyIl6h2f4GUyJa7xxgu0d7Jk6P8MtEoG/s1600-h/Turkey+applique.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263465173856469298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ryyy3T1EC5hk-5VnuzKtX-2ocvPEe1OS3lip7bPngA3nYNKKSWrdmu5mhXJaQSig7E2NWFXh0gVBuouTMbF_cGfBQw3ykJdKQIOAqwQa24v0iyIl6h2f4GUyJa7xxgu0d7Jk6P8MtEoG/s400/Turkey+applique.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYonUBotkNSpPWtLCjhJ4gbiDpV-IKdEkny8dYQ39XWIriIYvC_2BnLOyDhf8KfzNnDupNXCwXUtyXV3Gfi2SZheMuCBhMIG5ibHAsF051L98hmyXaGrwvSpj9mgyUZr9BeuZ3OvvFcHqA/s1600-h/Anabella+Turkey+outfit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263465171756401186" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1EsODf0Z1RCEENg3uBWjqMxKmT1FYPYiBt-XvrbEALD-sHLC_PFJ7ufgJ2Bmx7YsicKfEb0Wxysqt5MAuknURH5toPiJ5WwaNJ_k8i5hb3Z505RLb7dz5SzNBmWNf_pBwxTX8TikvlwIE/s400/Anabella+swing.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzt3wfxvO1ffEWrnMJcQufdoqnLaR5DEZhgu2TnDXxXM_s9yUWxZRTMGD5r90TDO4AgGdx7AeVfUvHPuuV_-yrFNIyCdyGKIXmzLush7nucGSR8QEf1KXil1Hk-hRMuUvXW8LLxhAWz-6t/s1600-h/Katelynn+1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263448816903870018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzt3wfxvO1ffEWrnMJcQufdoqnLaR5DEZhgu2TnDXxXM_s9yUWxZRTMGD5r90TDO4AgGdx7AeVfUvHPuuV_-yrFNIyCdyGKIXmzLush7nucGSR8QEf1KXil1Hk-hRMuUvXW8LLxhAWz-6t/s400/Katelynn+1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpZ65RfTgquuOuebVCwoV6lOr0LfK3ZkPAfKMrqoIHi98zvV5ktGXJ84Uze98MqQ_Lz6BuvoIUhCFwUA9CnNBhQWhCyszLCGDEZ9F3n_N8Tbymyw2v_WDFYgTn89DKowQWNDz1ilJlQ8M/s1600-h/Katelynn.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263448804280800978" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB8v-53xIQvegkxUYIzFwCnsl7QcGl8VJGD7GMHUpDwAtitUy5NYafeBnFg_zQkQZx0KA2XoVi4KEEB71CBJ_yrm9xuadj7ZRWz1pHFsgJowyLzSk64nqOBQaRCKBpVHMRMGtRCRQ-dxHN/s400/gracie+1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirBdixAb1pd9MjMuDOP20GWsRCGHb8nkccAOZ0J9SA9HpJ-2uIXc6YTharxuQzmUyqvmbROu-4SLD1GHeXVE45zGloRy3yHmjKX_qYw2BSJJfp-MSWlJA9ismWqIscvTHLsNsp_AErp95v/s1600-h/gra_018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263448770467317426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirBdixAb1pd9MjMuDOP20GWsRCGHb8nkccAOZ0J9SA9HpJ-2uIXc6YTharxuQzmUyqvmbROu-4SLD1GHeXVE45zGloRy3yHmjKX_qYw2BSJJfp-MSWlJA9ismWqIscvTHLsNsp_AErp95v/s400/gra_018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;">These are dresses hand made by my sister-in-law. All the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">embrodiery</span>, smocking etc. are done by her. Some of it, she makes up as she goes. She is very talented. With some of the outfits, she makes old fashioned bloomers. She sells them on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ebay</span>. She does not take orders for the dresses because she does not like to have to make a dress a particular way. Dresses vary in sizes from 3 to 7. The models in these pictures are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Katelynn</span>, who is almost 6 and Gracie, who is almost 3. They are my son's girlfriend's daughters.</span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">Go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ebay</span> and search by seller name: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">rhondasraiment</span>. She should have up Thanksgiving and Christmas dresses up now! She does seasonal and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">occasional</span> themes. The model for the two Thanksgiving suits is my great niece, Anabella, 5.</span></em></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-21568544533594203222008-10-20T21:00:00.004-05:002008-10-31T19:08:57.655-05:00Fluffy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTaH1YY981Trqr5LU2IY7RySIvPrwg4VtBv0fxB7WQ1Jr1_b7EPYMnqFcQgzs8ymaXHZGjy51O35K7qQEEf4h0S0rSGc7_7a1hqymYlm6QhyMCtsl-eajEOQmV2ZEtlgrEIIqRhyphenhyphen_aBPH3/s1600-h/Fluffy+Apr03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259440225405247970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTaH1YY981Trqr5LU2IY7RySIvPrwg4VtBv0fxB7WQ1Jr1_b7EPYMnqFcQgzs8ymaXHZGjy51O35K7qQEEf4h0S0rSGc7_7a1hqymYlm6QhyMCtsl-eajEOQmV2ZEtlgrEIIqRhyphenhyphen_aBPH3/s320/Fluffy+Apr03.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;">The office and manufacturing building where I worked was on what looked like an alley. In front and to one side was old "shotgun" houses inhibited by lower income black families. In the back and other side was a railroad yard. In the early eighties, before I started working there, my co-workers said they had heard gun shots one day and had to duck down in the back of the office. They thought it was a disagreement over a drug deal. In the fourteen years I worked there, I never saw or heard anything like that and I was never afraid. As a matter of fact, a couple of the other ladies and I would walk around the block at lunch for exercise. Anyway, I just wanted to you to picture the neighborhood.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259440226328494994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdtLa50AUprNu8jlr1JMQ-mo4fTfgGxspfeZtKw-KHsGpticsMMtM8cegssAGTjPbcLfcPw8V5xG66Gldy1MBPM5iHBDZ8hnwcE1rExz3Ow4ji8MvtVFr5-48hLyr7-3YRwKpSpGcUY3qb/s320/Fluffy+2+Apr03.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;">Around the year 2000, I had gone outside to smoke. I would walk up and down the sidewalk, to the shipping dock and out to the dumpster. I heard kittens meowing and started looking for them. There were two of them, one calico and one black. They did not look like they were but about two months old. A couple of kids from the neighborhood came by, walking home from school and they took them with them. I thought to myself, good, they are taken care of and will be loved. That was the last time I saw those two kitties. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;">A few days after seeing the first two kittens, a little gray one was at the dumpster. Someone had cut all his furr. I could tell he had kind of long hair but it had been chopped and gapped all up. This kitten was so sweet and loving and cute. I could not let those kids do anything else to him. I, of course, am assuming it was the kids who gapped up his furr. I took him in the office with me and layed him on my sweat shirt jacket in a chair. He just purred and went to sleep. I already had a cat at home and did not really want another so I thought I would keep him at the office. I would let him be the "plant" cat, catch the mice and feed him there. I bought him a litter box and a couple of bowls for food and water. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259440237604414626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42IWX7ZV5aW4jaW7gigWJyiBrZu_bP23J0mF1xtTleG7_NGMHhiE9cj1B8f0bK1tNWz0himt4GArBlY5k-NK3y9D-S90aKzeltnDK74cfkyvgJL7CFZ-2ZhOPTCFO9yo7E0BBuayPyZEk/s320/Fluffy+05.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;">I noticed how dirty my jacket was where he was laying, so I decided to give him a bath. I took him in the ladies restroom, put him in the sink, turned the water on and started bathing him. Now I know you are expecting a wild story about a kitten stuck to the ceiling as they do not usually like water or a bath. I am sorry, but I will have to disappoint you. He was calm and never tried to escape or get away. Before his bath, I thought he was solid gray. He has white just on the toes of his front paws, white knee socks on the back and a beautiful white under neck and chest! He was a dirty, dirty boy!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259440241454904498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmTyTlEbpFpN4E8kdC5NdlZcFbXh46zC-AgvYW4WF0NGIkwc9Ll72CgnzLyPRlfypaMiS04BoPGv9eb2rPt6m89SHazulpkKHEWZ6RgI9DX4ce-yYLl1pIRngPDmsRLqarYrKwk-9fyCaV/s320/My+Family+027.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;">Three days have gone by and it is Friday. He will be okay in my office...over the weekend.... by himself ..... alone.....again. Okay, I will take him home JUST for the weekend and bring him back with me on Monday. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259440243130743730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGX6Q4FhX7KhXacQPxr-PHR_RhtXgawPucv7FXnPBksOcFAeMmUjVwnKpUoe6VcednhRqZNs4-j6FCuzcSrUaQuaI0nuCm8nqQrd9CUwRVBSF6FjXXMA5XehtsMRYKZdts8o1B3c0oDox/s320/My+Family+026.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;">Andi, my youngest son, had never been an animal person, never been close to any of the dogs or cats we had ever had. By Sunday, he was keeping the kitten in his room and calling him Charlie. Now how could I take him away from Andi and back to my office? Well, I couldn't, he stayed and is still our beloved cat. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;">His furr grew out and he is a fat, fuzzy, fluffy gray ball of hair. I get it cut in a Lion cut a couple times a year, in March and the last of July. This keeps him from having furr balls and he is much cooler with the high humidity here. The groomers say he purrs while they shear him and he is very calm. In the winter, he gets to have furr balls and his full length mane. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;">He was de-clawed on the front and neutered as soon as he was old enough so he could stay inside all the time. Oh yeah, the name Charlie didn't suit him and he just looked Fluffy. He never meows unless his food bowl has been empty for a long, long time. Then he will run beside you and try to steer you to the pantry to get his food. If you continue to ignore his food addiction, he will eventually nip your toe. Hence, the reason he weighs about 20 pounds. I asked the vet about putting him on a diet but he said it is not unhealthy for cats to be overweight, so I let him eat. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;">He always purrs the minute you touch him. He sleeps at the foot of my bed and will not let me shut my door or he will paw until I open it...regardless whether he is in or out. When it is cold, he will get against my legs to stay warm. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;">I found out he does not like to share his litter box when I moved in with someone with a cat too. We even set up two litter boxes but because she would use both, he would not do anything but urinate in it. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;">Fluffy is not a very masculine name but he is King of our house. I just cannot imagine what would have happened to him if I had not brought him home.</span></div>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825170578303392273.post-43624955327404617382008-04-07T20:36:00.003-05:002008-10-31T19:08:35.597-05:00Cassie the Wiener Dog<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqSiraGw2zs1LiBZ9x4xkHy2TsCsB8WFjV_h7aS4WWQJWPiHwVcQwUFdyUx1yQ5-HvJD65jd1D1Qvq8i0I9tgdQFzJUYmkjdHIRZUmR0tiRkb9MOIJWn_kBLdS23rqV1vmD17GPlqLnMiD/s1600-h/Cassie+4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187105577910094018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqSiraGw2zs1LiBZ9x4xkHy2TsCsB8WFjV_h7aS4WWQJWPiHwVcQwUFdyUx1yQ5-HvJD65jd1D1Qvq8i0I9tgdQFzJUYmkjdHIRZUmR0tiRkb9MOIJWn_kBLdS23rqV1vmD17GPlqLnMiD/s320/Cassie+4.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;">We have a weiner dog named Cassie. She is about 10 years old and is the best. She has more gray hair than I do. She loves to ride the four wheeler with me or just run beside it. At Christmas, we buy her stuffed toys with squeakies in them and wrap them. She can find which one is hers under the tree. We have video of her unwrapping them. She does not like any toy but those and it takes her about 30 minutes to rip the seams, pull out all the stuffing in little cotton balls, pull the squeaky out and destroy it. Then she is through with it. She wants a blanket or pillow to go over her when she sleeps. Cassie is very obedient and knows what is said to her, like you ready for bed? you want a bath? (see hides under something), you want to go? </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;">When my sons scuffle or anyone plays like they are hurting someone, Cassie will bark and run jump up at them until they stop. If anyone is eating, she sits beside them waiting for a bite. If the kitty walks into the room, she will growl or bark and run at him. She does that when we just say: Fluffy's gonna get your food.</span></em></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"></span></em><br /></div><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"></span></em>Donna in Alabamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14897289182648210150noreply@blogger.com9