tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85872374396899320562024-03-12T17:06:02.043-07:00MissarrieMissarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-318696050219370862011-03-07T10:05:00.001-08:002011-03-07T11:51:58.254-08:00What is Marie up toWhat has Marie been doing since she closed the shop and is not working for the law firm? Many of you have asked. Well let me tell you I have been VERY busy.<br /><br />Closing the Sub Shop had me extremely busy moving items either up to the First Bank Building (Mike's office) and/or to our home. While doing that I also was moving all of my office stuff from the law firm.<br /><br />With the exception of a file cabinet at the law firm we were completely out of the Sub Shop and my office on February 28.<br /><br />This is the beginning of what my house looked like on Monday Feb 21 after moving some items from the Sub Shop and office..........<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU7nm5d4xCf8rM3sazhv9PQmnw4Az025oCLN1Zw2I1usqIPeyjrf0XIjAV_hnolHjhcojP1wxM7Jb7WTu05D8KYQyQn-AvUQo6QRHHqH6QCQrdBb4ZaU4k_k3ddLPvM55rhMr4zvzMNeA/s1600/IMG_0612.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU7nm5d4xCf8rM3sazhv9PQmnw4Az025oCLN1Zw2I1usqIPeyjrf0XIjAV_hnolHjhcojP1wxM7Jb7WTu05D8KYQyQn-AvUQo6QRHHqH6QCQrdBb4ZaU4k_k3ddLPvM55rhMr4zvzMNeA/s320/IMG_0612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581404969015183634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEighvlYO-ASgK3pbrKvQLkpQ7LL2c62GXFN04BNEFIaQ1ONYql-Mow716nQhOJxqv4wcdS_gFw3rqjfQuVD5QZJbOBxdeRnTPLqYF9WX9SvEDxs21VgMLa4Abp-B6QuACdT2VY84vJEoRM/s1600/IMG_0613.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEighvlYO-ASgK3pbrKvQLkpQ7LL2c62GXFN04BNEFIaQ1ONYql-Mow716nQhOJxqv4wcdS_gFw3rqjfQuVD5QZJbOBxdeRnTPLqYF9WX9SvEDxs21VgMLa4Abp-B6QuACdT2VY84vJEoRM/s320/IMG_0613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581404975393737602" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLlxOtNV5-PyZYYRaaR1ZN_i_pM-q6iNNQiGkyKQ4slI_KJvlpF84-C1zPeOzPfQMHrDK1R9tED0B1wbeSSf2p_R08auhCUawG8pDjD1kblEFZ6-yaRUfcnJRr5a9eFumF_ui1bs8OMI/s1600/IMG_0616.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLlxOtNV5-PyZYYRaaR1ZN_i_pM-q6iNNQiGkyKQ4slI_KJvlpF84-C1zPeOzPfQMHrDK1R9tED0B1wbeSSf2p_R08auhCUawG8pDjD1kblEFZ6-yaRUfcnJRr5a9eFumF_ui1bs8OMI/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581405970872134370" border="0" /></a><br />Then on Monday February 28 everything is moved from the Sub Shop and Office. This is what our house looked like then...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Kitchen/Family Room<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMezVH2cWm5Wz2x1gFavHq3VNQAWoIGYjVyJhjxKCgP1zHP28Wom-o3Gv4FRUIyq9LNvgXiR27wwe5nIMgN1eH3O3eQbN1KH9eSkOY7WGfz2sOf40q1Lo3GEMwU4Ik-KMg1a0h3e0eZzo/s1600/IMG_0614.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMezVH2cWm5Wz2x1gFavHq3VNQAWoIGYjVyJhjxKCgP1zHP28Wom-o3Gv4FRUIyq9LNvgXiR27wwe5nIMgN1eH3O3eQbN1KH9eSkOY7WGfz2sOf40q1Lo3GEMwU4Ik-KMg1a0h3e0eZzo/s320/IMG_0614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581404977782856594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1p3RKm7RmEVFHjhbsgFcvv7inx2jLnh9pu_TWF7Q44rjlcRODdVU-PMvOSPbPQvN4gZNxfZTR7Lc7VhSMXklFPngDPyWKVnAbPsKhVJMgPwHNgqPtIwmJfM3akakyvLz1Mzjmnmp4jYQ/s1600/IMG_0617.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1p3RKm7RmEVFHjhbsgFcvv7inx2jLnh9pu_TWF7Q44rjlcRODdVU-PMvOSPbPQvN4gZNxfZTR7Lc7VhSMXklFPngDPyWKVnAbPsKhVJMgPwHNgqPtIwmJfM3akakyvLz1Mzjmnmp4jYQ/s320/IMG_0617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581404987412301410" border="0" /></a>The Dining Room/Living Room<br />Complete with my birthday balloons.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYwo0TtGkiQCUCPC3fcn87uMjIYn1wY6M4B-DxuOlZzJKgGqqzAQ9wepQHfuJKEVRevBYMKAJHPaOmZkRRvd5qynTn7bG8rxyshUHJ0zjyaeRONODBXHPauOtANYX77fUwvew4p_Keo0/s1600/IMG_0618.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYwo0TtGkiQCUCPC3fcn87uMjIYn1wY6M4B-DxuOlZzJKgGqqzAQ9wepQHfuJKEVRevBYMKAJHPaOmZkRRvd5qynTn7bG8rxyshUHJ0zjyaeRONODBXHPauOtANYX77fUwvew4p_Keo0/s320/IMG_0618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581405974602102626" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKDLPA1QlH6ZOCcxphugVwUEvM3Ux_SRmmiyB5PwyLP8l8a1dSnVMsqlsDCghaCr2iaA92FqgUj9e4D5RM5Baak7fxA32Bz7JAKHJF3_3CmmcTh2FlqdnkJYmr1yk1llJJ5-VP2voInCM/s1600/IMG_0619.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKDLPA1QlH6ZOCcxphugVwUEvM3Ux_SRmmiyB5PwyLP8l8a1dSnVMsqlsDCghaCr2iaA92FqgUj9e4D5RM5Baak7fxA32Bz7JAKHJF3_3CmmcTh2FlqdnkJYmr1yk1llJJ5-VP2voInCM/s320/IMG_0619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581405993654909122" border="0" /></a>The Office...<br /></div>complete with three towers, keyboards, printers, monitors, a scanner, and an extreme amount of office supplies. Note the empty wine glass.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1p3RKm7RmEVFHjhbsgFcvv7inx2jLnh9pu_TWF7Q44rjlcRODdVU-PMvOSPbPQvN4gZNxfZTR7Lc7VhSMXklFPngDPyWKVnAbPsKhVJMgPwHNgqPtIwmJfM3akakyvLz1Mzjmnmp4jYQ/s1600/IMG_0617.JPG"><br /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOmgpq4n8HknEaM3DytO3B18t-Tjc_UGej0fVi78SY3TOa3I-AzjNcYcSGOIa3GBESjgiwOnViKfbd056HEokxffYQLdP8gOsKwz2V4rmy1xMiPXl0y4XxscrhjyZ_t8yoFfoctrC3xMA/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOmgpq4n8HknEaM3DytO3B18t-Tjc_UGej0fVi78SY3TOa3I-AzjNcYcSGOIa3GBESjgiwOnViKfbd056HEokxffYQLdP8gOsKwz2V4rmy1xMiPXl0y4XxscrhjyZ_t8yoFfoctrC3xMA/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581404982534901890" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG33FOJkYkXkOmFnlUrCqemNWrmTujZJrGSD4yul0J_djr0RPz2TFghj6wpXX7npvzXdBtyBUcWsPhjmUB5kG7ByEz-40UTBamCgTM2gAU56xklk04-oPQ3TL84uH-V3YzVr0brrMdnI8/s1600/IMG_0620.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG33FOJkYkXkOmFnlUrCqemNWrmTujZJrGSD4yul0J_djr0RPz2TFghj6wpXX7npvzXdBtyBUcWsPhjmUB5kG7ByEz-40UTBamCgTM2gAU56xklk04-oPQ3TL84uH-V3YzVr0brrMdnI8/s320/IMG_0620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581406757081270722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9x-Qm1copBEuVOGkQXg9_VjHuG247lF5UuPNtTj26Vq4c5xl8hMA1cse9GX_lvQZLtTQQx2bzeE4SNRFLuZXqBGvxJwGWQm7UERV3ZaufW1a4JppLIZQQFxCRCeL1wH6JDf-qX4RBqf0/s1600/IMG_0624.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9x-Qm1copBEuVOGkQXg9_VjHuG247lF5UuPNtTj26Vq4c5xl8hMA1cse9GX_lvQZLtTQQx2bzeE4SNRFLuZXqBGvxJwGWQm7UERV3ZaufW1a4JppLIZQQFxCRCeL1wH6JDf-qX4RBqf0/s320/IMG_0624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581407507770706466" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVkgD4dG2xjZkakP5d98aA99YiYY7BCBQWKXy7k3U6kYuMtTcC54_1mJkE0ZC4GLlPPo2JpNQcfPk1toGb550GGex5gxlEmnjIIjcwqguqXc0nDTrhectknQERUokmTmd9X1VLSCAjj8/s1600/IMG_0622.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVkgD4dG2xjZkakP5d98aA99YiYY7BCBQWKXy7k3U6kYuMtTcC54_1mJkE0ZC4GLlPPo2JpNQcfPk1toGb550GGex5gxlEmnjIIjcwqguqXc0nDTrhectknQERUokmTmd9X1VLSCAjj8/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581407499041315842" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After one week this is what I have accomplished....<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Kitchen/Family Room<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDFzScs_oBS5TNZyqUCLxjiMN1kDAYTkCqXCVeywplLLbEKGXhjUTVZbjQA4nw4SEARZpO8v8VqtJoL6gYLs0sEeZqMllo6JJesIUa4hm8_vyqEqUPokQf6h1LuXDHCAYX5szDVAAzNk/s1600/IMG_0656.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDFzScs_oBS5TNZyqUCLxjiMN1kDAYTkCqXCVeywplLLbEKGXhjUTVZbjQA4nw4SEARZpO8v8VqtJoL6gYLs0sEeZqMllo6JJesIUa4hm8_vyqEqUPokQf6h1LuXDHCAYX5szDVAAzNk/s320/IMG_0656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581419242027390642" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSTAA4PrB4KT1Ylpumo0qaI5W8PZ1K-MrJmrBXCBzPiu2_CtgqjDchSRxkrcag90nEIob8vZX0AT7MS1Xwdbka8mUHEzwA8uDjU4-S_XlvQo1rOM27HQE3MVEm3-vn1_AtdePaIVZpF0/s1600/IMG_0661.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSTAA4PrB4KT1Ylpumo0qaI5W8PZ1K-MrJmrBXCBzPiu2_CtgqjDchSRxkrcag90nEIob8vZX0AT7MS1Xwdbka8mUHEzwA8uDjU4-S_XlvQo1rOM27HQE3MVEm3-vn1_AtdePaIVZpF0/s320/IMG_0661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581423425875723026" border="0" /></a><br />Pantry actually organized!<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxZfqM_Wc0cdB_2ikWrI9lTwxVKyoPh706lK9yku4z14olI_BBfMUjnbxlQmf1IqM5d6pN-OFczU2buBPzw8WfUzfW_r__kuQ2ZEcQCDUD3h3kwxvQF45bwmjmyRK7X9AO7vll3CLAHDs/s1600/IMG_0653.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxZfqM_Wc0cdB_2ikWrI9lTwxVKyoPh706lK9yku4z14olI_BBfMUjnbxlQmf1IqM5d6pN-OFczU2buBPzw8WfUzfW_r__kuQ2ZEcQCDUD3h3kwxvQF45bwmjmyRK7X9AO7vll3CLAHDs/s320/IMG_0653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581419690981378850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Dining Room/Living Room<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo15ZkWK80t7ywID-5zL6EmvNPOFLcAK3R8MOhNCG50fbGfGqtM-swPZjPVkni1vLGCV4HljpAwdRzOIw8v1oc-JiZn6KW6gczRumjIz-qPyrafnAoIvn6vXn3xG5hvn4sq7iPM3ySnQc/s1600/IMG_0651.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGYjc2CIZNP_MEax7vCNBtoJ7QYnid_RYIvjp2PnGN0r1Y-5TuECHw8-6ZcvD-TiEDQh_q2401kGy4kRFNd10-C7Y6UT411UKLQmm2I7lRgq2-FEdgPwluAYMNLSz9zzS3POt8xMNepo/s320/IMG_0657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581419245776435938" border="0" /></a>What is next? I have a small box of papers that I have to go through and sort out. I have a few pictures to hang.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Then I will tackle the GARAGE....<br />THIS IS GOING TO TAKE LONGER THAN A WEEK!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTROEKNQ0ujCDb_ojZqmswNj1DqTotcKzN0lf1cxlPHXo5K-tWyDZYkiKmvq_6k-X3YQgS_CfpeZ8MFRNjmvfplDb9isKuuHdPjpnktdB9qncXTgX9M4wG4mG1UxFuFESWjCCEnls2o0/s1600/IMG_0654.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTROEKNQ0ujCDb_ojZqmswNj1DqTotcKzN0lf1cxlPHXo5K-tWyDZYkiKmvq_6k-X3YQgS_CfpeZ8MFRNjmvfplDb9isKuuHdPjpnktdB9qncXTgX9M4wG4mG1UxFuFESWjCCEnls2o0/s320/IMG_0654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581425302709087698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9RnRSogeu4NvaSzhAhX6AtqNhtAhCyoXCV4AvX4qi2NluZGgs413XtfaMOhRL5awUGIZ_PHRtv-_etGnaL5Smxn3lpYmS1Wz34ztRD15R4P9uOPAS6CJD9oWdg-edASWsZB3YJCXcsEQ/s1600/IMG_0655.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9RnRSogeu4NvaSzhAhX6AtqNhtAhCyoXCV4AvX4qi2NluZGgs413XtfaMOhRL5awUGIZ_PHRtv-_etGnaL5Smxn3lpYmS1Wz34ztRD15R4P9uOPAS6CJD9oWdg-edASWsZB3YJCXcsEQ/s320/IMG_0655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581425291423376098" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtx9HS7-8MsK8-MIeO8Ky8-vx5HsMGueyEtAX9xEO3fuuc-_AfULdSf7hy-GvWYyw6B5ZPYoiUebsdbpElDLRfW4ugohcayWJ_bSxKjf4YPAEMh4Nv5JdCxkQxThhhra2BuVH9SjHlXWo/s1600/IMG_0664.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtx9HS7-8MsK8-MIeO8Ky8-vx5HsMGueyEtAX9xEO3fuuc-_AfULdSf7hy-GvWYyw6B5ZPYoiUebsdbpElDLRfW4ugohcayWJ_bSxKjf4YPAEMh4Nv5JdCxkQxThhhra2BuVH9SjHlXWo/s320/IMG_0664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581426241989688770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_B2ibBPY_2sBIEvkb-KbIM0J7kOB5rF7fgHmXED1hTTAuHjofihPc079flR6nkCR1Im9dakaWr2RI_yDZqD4RVpJNPQH_NPr5HASGLaiB0IDtxC8-teqvbMvh2EsDgF_v2grebpID4A/s1600/IMG_0665.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_B2ibBPY_2sBIEvkb-KbIM0J7kOB5rF7fgHmXED1hTTAuHjofihPc079flR6nkCR1Im9dakaWr2RI_yDZqD4RVpJNPQH_NPr5HASGLaiB0IDtxC8-teqvbMvh2EsDgF_v2grebpID4A/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581426242644209042" border="0" /></a>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-40943265583393345182009-06-30T11:30:00.000-07:002009-06-30T17:01:26.193-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:webdings;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY<br /><br />BENJAMIN DUANE JOHNSON<br /><br />June 30 1999 - August 10, 1999<br /><br />Your parents have not forgotten; you are forever in our hearts.<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(I do not in any way mean to offend you Jerry, in speaking "for you" but rather simply acknowledge what I am certain about.)</span><br /></div></div>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-69712940013315325372009-06-02T08:02:00.000-07:002009-06-02T08:06:28.110-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM<br /><br />You are sorely missed.<br /></span></span></span></div>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-24244539702578231632009-06-01T16:46:00.000-07:002009-06-01T18:17:36.136-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >FIRST<br />COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Usually I do all my shopping for the Sub Shop on Saturday. This past Saturday I was not able to get it all completed; I needed to put it off until Sunday.<br /><br />Sunday, May 31, 2009:<br /><br />8:00 a.m. we head out in the corvette for church. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blessings; God granted me another day of life; freedom to worship; and a beautiful day </span>(there are more but that is a start).<br /><br />11:00 a.m. we are home in our "cottage" and getting ready to drop off some yard debris and taking our boys, JoJo and Ritz along for a ride. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blessings; a roof over our heads; two dog that fill our lives with joy and laughter; and jobs.<br /><br /><br /></span>12:30 p.m.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span>we are back home to drop off the boys because it is too hot to take them on our trip to Costco and Winco. I decided not to change my clothes as I was wearing a full length summer dress and was feeling comfortable and cool. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blessings; we decided to leave the boys at home; that I did not change out of my cool dress </span>(only draw back was its length, read on you will understand).<br /><br />2:30 p.m. we have accomplished getting the shopping done and anticipate heading home after we drop the stuff off at the Shop. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blessings; I did not get the shopping done on Saturday</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">; Mike and I got to spend some time together; we dropped off the yard debris first; and we went to the Shop when we did.<br /></span><br />2:35 ish arrive at the Shop to unload, my first load is to head up front with fresh vegetables. What is that? <span style="font-weight: bold;">WATER, </span>on the floor coming from the men's restroom. <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Oh no!" </span>I shout, continuing to walk to the kitchen to put down the fresh vegetables. <span style="font-weight: bold;">"OH MY!" WATER </span>in the kitchen too, <span style="font-weight: bold;">WATER </span>in the dining area. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I hear what sounds like a shower left on. Where is it coming from? </span>Michael is only a few steps behind me, (he heard my "Oh's"), and did not notice the water until he was in the kitchen. <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Where do we shut off the water? Nope that did not do it, sorry to say its not that one either, (all the while there is WATER, WATER, WATER, and more WATER) that's it you got it." </span>Big deep breath, folks I am telling you we could have taken a shower under that hose that blew off the ice machine. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blessings (you ask?), YES there are blessings, it was clear clean water! Just water, cold water. Did I mention it was clear clean cold water. </span>(It was super hot inside the shop and cool water felt good on the bare feet)<br /><br />2:45 ish until 8:45 ish (yes six hours), for me it is off with the shoes (well that was the first think I did upon entering the kitchen), binder clip the full length dress up past the knees, call the ice machine repair service, and start (yes I had the same question). <span style="font-weight: bold;">WHERE?</span> For Michael, finish unloading the van (remember we just went shopping, milk, eggs, etc!), to his office to get the wet vac, and then emptying the cupboards and sanitizing a lot of containers, lids, and other miscellaneous items. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blessing; some friends were out for a drive and stopped to say hello which made us sit and relax for a bit; they even offered to help finish. </span>(How do you think they knew we were almost done?)<br /><br />It was a long day, we were both very hot, and tired. We did not get done with what we had planned to accomplish, God had a different plan. While it was irritating we made it a point to <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">FIRST, COUNT OUR BLESSINGS; </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">the negatives were masked, and covered with blessings.</span></span></span></div></div>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-51160754089529061772009-05-15T11:24:00.000-07:002009-05-15T11:34:53.160-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >SORRY LADIES</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >I FORGOT TO MENTION;</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">the beautiful flowers that you gave me for Mother's Day. See everyone, I told you I had a great Mother's Day!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwsUqUO508N2kEthQes3hocfB5yYo2vaJYdPT5CQWbP2qjoV_W5mMaKy-z4mMG6shTKyxFWKZE3g5FzzqqyVFnQh2bKot8-j9SoHi5X8V0SzOuKhks96msIgIYd7f7Q5OVmklvPDmq4So/s1600-h/Strawberries_8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwsUqUO508N2kEthQes3hocfB5yYo2vaJYdPT5CQWbP2qjoV_W5mMaKy-z4mMG6shTKyxFWKZE3g5FzzqqyVFnQh2bKot8-j9SoHi5X8V0SzOuKhks96msIgIYd7f7Q5OVmklvPDmq4So/s320/Strawberries_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336120577019879794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Looking forward to many more to come.<br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span></div>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-37264955656834011092009-05-12T15:07:00.000-07:002009-05-12T17:53:20.554-07:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> ICING ON THE CAKE<br />WITH A CHERRY ON TOP<br /></span><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Some of you who see me on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">facebook</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > know that I had a wonderful Mother's Day. It started Saturday evening; dinner with my daughter and favorite son-in-law, Alyse and Robert. Sunday I awoke with a very nice card from the boys (Mike, Ritz and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">JoJo</span>). After church we headed to Salem to have dinner with Mike's sister, brother-in-law, mom and dad; Chinese food at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lum</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Yiens</span>. We visited with all of them for a while before heading back to Lake <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Oswego</span> to have dinner with my mom and dad at the new restaurant, Lake <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Oswego</span> Grill. We had been there previously with friends </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">and enjoyed it as much the second time (for those of you living in the Portland area it is located in the former Chili's). Then we headed home for a relaxing evening; we needed to get up early to begin our week. When I arrived home from work(s) I went to the mail box and got "ICING ON THE CAKE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP."</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9Sgv2ibDhCy-oUAaEJB9h8SOhUWlunv14XCcmEcWetGmGeFn4lFpug78DqBB7xEG7sNzgQ4OXiPOldGxH8boL-TVqsnOiS8gDTm5AI3Wm55_O5dBpeQwb-FleyKW7MflBkxrxo-CYKQ/s1600-h/Emily_21-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9Sgv2ibDhCy-oUAaEJB9h8SOhUWlunv14XCcmEcWetGmGeFn4lFpug78DqBB7xEG7sNzgQ4OXiPOldGxH8boL-TVqsnOiS8gDTm5AI3Wm55_O5dBpeQwb-FleyKW7MflBkxrxo-CYKQ/s320/Emily_21-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335068466533339394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Thank you all for a wonderful day. I am blessed and continue to count my many blessings.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></span></div>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-31004393590179214802009-05-11T15:21:00.000-07:002009-05-11T17:07:53.176-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">FOR ALL YOU MOTHERS </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(and others)</span></span></span></span><br /><br />If you would like a good laugh watch this three minute video.<br /><br /><p><span style=";font-size:10;color:navy;" >You will all be able to relateā¦.</span><span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);font-size:10;" ></span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);font-size:10;" >Y</span><span style=";font-size:10;color:navy;" >ou all have one, know one, or live with one. </span></p><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxGrk601ysQZmn-OALgIXD9p3ORy5Agu58P7kqXv8G4kT9zBr6nAAZ9vMXbYk2Cidc7_luVbBfjgDkwwfogTg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-56925932803692314262009-05-08T14:53:00.000-07:002009-05-08T15:34:31.149-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">TO ALL MOMS; SOON TO BE MOMS; or LONGING TO BE MOMS<br /><br />HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY</span></span></span><br /></div><br />My boss sent me this email a few weeks ago and I put it aside for sharing this weekend. It was titled "Moms come in all sizes".<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='241' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxIUxs_Lg2XukNllAdC7dcm1I7_C1Z7e2RWW6zESiuXlSQ3bNluRRct88wnoF1Tgs0-Z-7w9SXedrzQRYeeAg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Have a wonderful time Sunday celebrating your Mother's Day.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-88153365442977191652009-04-21T09:41:00.000-07:002009-04-21T16:00:40.239-07:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Some of you may have already seen this child in other videos; I thought this was too cute to not pass along. I also was able to figure out how to upload it from YouTube (we will see if it worked).<br /><br />I admit, I had to try a second time.</span><br /><br /></span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwsR5mziUFToR-RE98uyeX2MYL5e8PgTbS26jm0rLRb8KvInjTj5u6As5JSHmin2MzUXMV5zCF9YqfmQUyx9Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-53311881868360651742009-04-13T20:29:00.000-07:002009-04-15T09:36:49.699-07:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Do not get too excited......</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >I am not sure where I am finding the time to blog again in less than a week; might have something to do with the fact that Michael is buried in tax preparation. During his time away into the late evenings and early morning I have had time to do a little digi scrap booking. With my two puppies at my feet I am able to enjoy my time as a "tax widow".</span><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Here is a short video of the beach trip I took with friends in November 2008, and March 2009. As you will see I still have some things to touch up. (I need to find a day that I can go to Michelle's house and get a lesson on Elements 7)</span></span><br /><br /><img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzOTY4MzU4ODY1NiZwdD*xMjM5NjgzNjI3MDQ2JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*zNmI2YjBkZTJlN2Y*MTQ5YjY4OWI*N2RhNWExYjEzZCZvZj*w.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /><div style="width: 320px; text-align: center;"><embed src="http://w292.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w292.photobucket.com/albums/mm13/Missarrie/9f127545.pbw" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="240"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >I Sure did have a great time with all of you! Looking forward to October or November 2009.</span></span>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-65425759053774912522009-04-08T22:31:00.000-07:002009-04-08T22:51:35.432-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Awwwww Spring<br /></div><br />I have always enjoyed Spring; everything is coming out of hibernation. Many flowers and trees are blooming, daffodils and tulips are blooming, and trees are budding with new growth. The sun comes out more often and it is a little bit warmer. I love to be able to work in the yard and get my hands in the dirt.<br /><br />Sunday we were able to celebrate Palm Sunday in our new church building; we have been meeting at Rosemont Middle School for 8 1/2 years. We have been committed to help in the "early morning" to set up. We did not have to be there at the crack of dawn, although we did not sleep in, we were able to go to church very relaxed and not feel rushed. We even took the corvette.<br /><br />When we arrived home we took the "boys" for a walk and I commented that I needed to go back out to take some pictures. So I did. I would like to share them with you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAvQfgleQBQ0CxyERVXsg4M20ofzwOKHZAgb421CRX6sAt5n4AsntKGBDxV4g0UrUwOv4ltuY2wug_ctIMKXDOKE63iRJq0NYoHxX_XIu-9pESqQO6Llehi-dIyLs5uqEcKXjErzkuj2s/s1600-h/Scrapblog+page+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAvQfgleQBQ0CxyERVXsg4M20ofzwOKHZAgb421CRX6sAt5n4AsntKGBDxV4g0UrUwOv4ltuY2wug_ctIMKXDOKE63iRJq0NYoHxX_XIu-9pESqQO6Llehi-dIyLs5uqEcKXjErzkuj2s/s320/Scrapblog+page+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322563730343071538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzOlSWM-HYik8UxMcVNmujoCjv4G9dMxaTLxx8ojiuXhym5QWBheT2NCAPcZgN16Am3p739w7s4NlGq4n6s6ukFWSWSNmVBH5RuRzdgREIM5I7oJbDFRPsxiYwc3lX1ih61Wg4Ri9Mxw/s1600-h/Scrapblog+page+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzOlSWM-HYik8UxMcVNmujoCjv4G9dMxaTLxx8ojiuXhym5QWBheT2NCAPcZgN16Am3p739w7s4NlGq4n6s6ukFWSWSNmVBH5RuRzdgREIM5I7oJbDFRPsxiYwc3lX1ih61Wg4Ri9Mxw/s320/Scrapblog+page+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322563731706627202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjG6YQNS8112d8q_0bkcF61BEps8th5msLwim0LF9AZMkW-Iqwq2msq9dMQBDCywlzJS8231EXuhd5f-Z4s8mH3uXSPrZQXARjl7jX3bEEcJOWDSR9AXkqeCyMyiVi2BNigMhRqBHUbdE/s1600-h/Spring+2009+page+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjG6YQNS8112d8q_0bkcF61BEps8th5msLwim0LF9AZMkW-Iqwq2msq9dMQBDCywlzJS8231EXuhd5f-Z4s8mH3uXSPrZQXARjl7jX3bEEcJOWDSR9AXkqeCyMyiVi2BNigMhRqBHUbdE/s320/Spring+2009+page+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322563730553552626" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br />I hope you all have a wonderful Easter.<br /></div></div>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-43159432287422223212009-03-27T09:09:00.000-07:002009-03-27T09:35:34.112-07:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">For those of you who follow my blog, I cannot believe it has been almost three months since I last made an entry; my only "excuse", I have been busy. (Sometimes I wonder if anyone really cares, or reads this blog; my daddy does.) (OK enough with the pity party)<br /><br />Last weekend I took Friday off and go for a weekend trip to the coast with five other ladies. We try to "get out of Dodge" about two times a year. We had the pleasure of having a "first timer" with us. Deloris you gave us a lot of laughs, I look forward to many more mini vacations with you. (Debbie thanks again for the use of the condo; I never meant what I said about inviting someone new.) I drove down by myself which gave me the opportunity on the way home to stop a couple of times and get a few pictures. I will post them for you later. I am waiting for my friend to send me some of her pictures to post all at once.<br /><br />The weather was beautiful on Saturday. I spent a good amount of time on the beach at low tide searching for treasures. I found a few. I finally had to get back inside as it was getting colder and the wind picked up. At my age my hips were sore from stooping down for so long, I sure did pay for it Sunday.<br /><br />This week I have been preparing for an Arbitration. I got 186 pages of exhibits emailed to me at 2:00 p.m. and 4:45 p.m. yesterday, for me to organize and label for a 9:00 a.m. arbitration today. For those of you who do not know the normal process, usually the opposing party prints, labels, divides, etc. the discovery and "snail mails" it several days before. This discovery was requested three months ago. ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Well it is over now and the matter is being heard right now.<br /><br />So there are my two excuses for the past two weeks, do not know what to tell you about the other 7 or 8 weeks but I am sure I could come up with a lot of excuses.<br /><br />I enjoy looking at all the blogs of others; helps me keep up with some of the news.<br /><br />Until next blog. . .<br /></span></span>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-49533909289309341452009-01-16T08:13:00.000-08:002009-01-16T08:50:22.637-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">CONTINUED THANKS</span><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">In my study Wednesday we were enlightened with an object lesson. The object was a pair of ordinary eye glasses. The question was how do these eye glasses reflect the Glory of God? I am changing it a bit to say what things can I be thankful for because of my glasses?<br /><br />The lenses are made out of glass (at least some are) and glass is made of sand, someone had to figure out that if you heat the sand it melts and becomes glass. Sand is nontransparent but when you melt it it becomes transparent. Over 30% of the world consists of sand. Who created the sand?<br /><br />Then there is the fact that once the glass is created we are blessed with doctors who can tell us what lenses we will need in order for us to see clearer.<br /><br />Add to that the person who creates the lenses for you in order for you to see clearer.<br /><br />The frames fit over your ears (the ones you hear with), and rests on your nose (you have the sense of smell), and holds the lenses that give you clearer vision so you can read.<br /><br />This is a condensed version of the 10 minute lesson that was shared with us. It caused me to think that something as simple as a pair of glasses can cause me to be thankful for a numerous amount of things such as:<br /><br />Sand; inventors; creators; doctors; my eyes (sight); my nose; my ears; ability to read; teachers that taught me to read; and clearer vision.<br /><br />I can see clearer now the reason I should give thanks in everything I have.<br /><br />This is only a few of the things that I can be thankful for because of a pair of glasses.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span></div></div>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-55808784540374496132009-01-14T21:24:00.000-08:002009-01-14T21:44:56.676-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">CONTINUED THANKS</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I have been very busy at work and unable to get my thanks in so I logged on this evening after I returned from our small group meeting.<br /><br />My Daddy: I want to thank you Daddy from the bottom of my heart for your unconditional love. You have been there for me and always knows when I need you to stop in and just say "hi, how are things going?" While I miss my Mom very much; I am very blessed to have a wonderful "step"-Mom; she is beautiful from the inside out. I love you Daddy, I love you Mom.<br /><br />My Big Sister: While we are not in contact I think of my sister often and I am thankful for her. Marcia thank you for all the times that you were there when I needed you. For being supportive during some of the most difficult times in my life. I know I do not say it enough and want you to know that I love you very much.<br /><br />My Big Brother: Mark, thank you for your words of wisdom when I needed them. Thank you for putting up with me during your "dates" (it should be recognized that he dated my best friend). I remember all the times that you dragged me along with you. I am sure that I got in the way many times. I love you.<br /><br />Again I would like to know what you are thankful for. For those of you who have shared thanks, for those of you who have not; I would love to hear from you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-1137951856404794742009-01-12T10:52:00.000-08:002009-01-12T10:54:09.926-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >Thankful for:</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Freedom; I believe that the word itself is self <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">explanatory.<br /><br />Grace; something you get that you do not deserve; unconditional; giving without expecting anything back.<br /><br />Committed employees; since we "let go" of one of our employees in early August, I have not had one "early morning, I am sick, I can't make it to work" telephone call. (By early morning I mean 4:30 am)<br /></span></span>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-88683157770046431532009-01-10T17:49:00.000-08:002009-01-10T18:08:19.738-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">If you read my previous post you will remember I emphasized that my "goal" was to post daily. I had three things in mind for Friday but I was so busy at work that I did not get any time to blog; and that is the reason for my first "thankful" today:<br /><br />1. I am so thankful to have a job. With 1 out of every 12 people being unemployed it is a blessing to have a job I can go to each day.<br /><br />2. My sencond blessing goes hand in hand with number 1; not only do I have a job, I enjoy going to work each day because I have a boss that is caring, understanding, patient, and all around a wonderful guy. (Some of you that used to work with him in the same office know what I am talking about.)<br /><br />3. Today I am thankful that it did not rain; not that I have any reason to worry about flooding, but I know that many lives have been effected by the rain. (Better yet it is not snow or freezing rain.)<br /><br />Thanks to those of you that have responded. I love hearing from you. I probably will not do an entry on Sunday. Have a great weekend.<br /><br /></span></span>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-60017789140873516702009-01-08T12:02:00.000-08:002009-01-08T12:18:09.505-08:00THE ECONOMY<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --<span style="font-size:130%;"><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p>THE ECONOMY</o:p></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;">(WHAT ARE YOU THANKFUL FOR?)</span></span><br /></o:p></p><br /> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Knowing that we are not the only ones in a financial bind, I would ask that you keep us in your thoughts and prayers, as we face these financial dilemmas.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I have to remind myself daily that God is in control and He takes care of my every need. While Michael is quick to remind me that we are so blessed as compared to many others, I get into the āpoor meā āI donāt haveā¦ā and āI am depressedā syndrome.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Some time back I remember hearing that you need to write down 3 things you are thankful for. There are always the general things such as health, food, and a warm place to live; but I want to get to a deeper level. This is where all of you come into being a part of my idea.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Would you please share three things that you are thankful for; and either emails them to me or put them in them in the ācommentsā section below. My goal is to share three things with you during the month of January (emphasis on <b>my goal</b>).</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">So here are my three thankful thoughts for today.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">1.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I am thankful for my son Brian, who never caused us any concerns related to alcohol or drugs; his precious wife who loves and respects him; and their precious daughter (my granddaughter) Emily who is the love or their lives. They love the Lord and know him as their personal Savior.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">2.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I am thankful for my dear daughter Alyse who also never caused us any concerns related to alcohol or drugs; she is a blessing to her students and staff as a teacher. Her husband Robert is the love of her life and I am thankful that he takes good care of her and is supportive in her efforts to obtain her masters degree.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">3.</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">This is one that may surprise some of you. Working in the field of family law my boss does several divorces each year; therefore, I see many families separated. Often times (too many to count) a father and/or mother just decides that they want to dissolve their relationship with their child(ren) too.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I am thankful for my children's father, Jerry, that he was a āthereā father and not an absent father. While we had our difficulties, (I have never shared this with him) I appreciated and am so very thankful that he was very much a part of their lives.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I would love to hear from some of you.</span></p>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-83013508105257554012008-12-06T18:15:00.000-08:002008-12-06T19:34:06.054-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">IT IS BEGINNING TO LOOK LIKE CHRISTMAS<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">For those of you who know me well, you know how much I love decorating for Christmas. I remember my Mom would have lots of decorations at Christmas time. This year it seems to be going a bit slow; I started the day after Thanksgiving. (ok I confess I started Thanksgiving eve.)<br />This year I have a black and white, fuzzy, JoJo as a helper. HA HA!<br /><br />I have to pay attention to everything, if I don't he has it and is off to play "catch me if you can". If I haven't dropped it, he has thieved it off the tree. Seriously, it is worse that a couple of toddlers. We put the tree in the family room up on the coffee table. I never had to do that in all my days of child-care and raising my own children.<br /><br />JoJo has found that he can get between the sofa and buffet. If I go to check on what he has he darts to the opposite side of the sofa, and then back to the other side when I make a move. He has not learned "drop it", and ignores "come here JoJo". Maybe a good dog biscuit would do the trick you say. Well that might be an option, but he will be overweight by the time I get finished decorating.<br /><br />While JoJo and I play "catch me if you can", Ritz patiently waits by the front door to go for a walk or sits quietly by the patio doors watching, and guarding.<br /><br />I got tired of trying to catch the thief, and was able to capture this picture:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHLQtO2vAuX1c48m1WCrGPfJliNLzW5sXRdwLLNRqptm9X6PWENO_FByQTQOjctEUHtSVXbxVKnX5qsH4ye2Ou8eu3R3s-Mgvyx_GYDdXaY3qqIUATl2Vwq2W0g6UN8gvO2l2Ev12zQs/s1600-h/Alyse+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHLQtO2vAuX1c48m1WCrGPfJliNLzW5sXRdwLLNRqptm9X6PWENO_FByQTQOjctEUHtSVXbxVKnX5qsH4ye2Ou8eu3R3s-Mgvyx_GYDdXaY3qqIUATl2Vwq2W0g6UN8gvO2l2Ev12zQs/s320/Alyse+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276873092501788994" border="0" /></a>Now how can I be angry; all I could do was giggle. Our two precious boys have given us so many days of joy and laughter; and it's only just begun.<br /><br />I know that many of you are struggling with various situation, may blessings overfill you during this blessed Christmas season. Find the JOY in the small things.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-5266169097743750432008-11-20T10:16:00.000-08:002008-11-20T16:57:45.573-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">One of my favorite places to visit; the Oregon Coast</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoEG44DL-X2IsISHQ94Js2xroYeX-G0q-cCkgvy-lv_j5ZoXnphzVyK379UetGQyMF9uB14v693DJTEsJyBzRQjh1huSTeYwnJnP0_ame3-xORwqG5kGjH9sYnQVnB7T8WK9g8DIFEILQ/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoEG44DL-X2IsISHQ94Js2xroYeX-G0q-cCkgvy-lv_j5ZoXnphzVyK379UetGQyMF9uB14v693DJTEsJyBzRQjh1huSTeYwnJnP0_ame3-xORwqG5kGjH9sYnQVnB7T8WK9g8DIFEILQ/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270903505458627330" border="0" /></a>Last weekend I was able to go to the beach with a few friends. Although the weather report called for lots of rain and wind gusts of up to 50mph, we were blessed with beautiful weather. I drove down Friday afternoon (by myself) and it did not rain.<br /><br />When I arrived I took a moment (before going to the outlet mall) to go out on the beach; I was able to see my shadow.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />One friend and I went for a walk on the beach in the morning. We did experience the wind but no rain. We had a difficult walk back as we were walking into the wind.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAbX6wDj6DKkzAe4K7JRzqUKisce6038kBgu-eze1WSCmFYYmPTj3cNaSYKTew-F-LvqzTEWrU4vsa3rXpuDDryNh_WzvWPT0ao8ttDCJHh0XuBV6La-kychbTXbWT3Na0j30klTn02Es/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAbX6wDj6DKkzAe4K7JRzqUKisce6038kBgu-eze1WSCmFYYmPTj3cNaSYKTew-F-LvqzTEWrU4vsa3rXpuDDryNh_WzvWPT0ao8ttDCJHh0XuBV6La-kychbTXbWT3Na0j30klTn02Es/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270903506926732674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br />Later in the afternoon; while everyone else took a nap I went for another walk. I was gone for about 90 minutes, and never got a drop of rain on me. The wind was not blowing. It was so beautiful. I so enjoy going to the beach. I have always thought I could live at the beach. I have been told that I would not like it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qOjmGMq88aH5xaJ32xhCidoB4JQCD6S8g8qcXMNA9qYTdsfPVbuOGnDJU3Sz_BaDmzVYXy_VJmJ_w_hL8uaKzM909GcwFeKx4hP8_3YX0zEI6YVToyzH8iAdlcP2jimCDAdrhTowwKQ/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 331px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qOjmGMq88aH5xaJ32xhCidoB4JQCD6S8g8qcXMNA9qYTdsfPVbuOGnDJU3Sz_BaDmzVYXy_VJmJ_w_hL8uaKzM909GcwFeKx4hP8_3YX0zEI6YVToyzH8iAdlcP2jimCDAdrhTowwKQ/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270886359826549474" border="0" /></a>It is moments like this; when I am able to reflect on God's majesty; I wonder how anyone cannot believe that God exists.<br /><br />I sat on a log for a long time praying, reflecting, and basking in God's Glory.<br /><br />I was able to relax and realize that I am blessed in so many areas, and that I have so much to be thankful for.Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-88517119820978183962008-10-27T09:46:00.000-07:002008-10-27T10:28:46.410-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1k6zhqHhSi2s36RekV-vcwlYQ57Os63fPDERkDJFLVjkpwREcwvhMLlAuH5I-MCYSCzgtsX7euhMYI1QTX4vJiJa1SeJ8_bhmWBrqILQmVFbxD_qMd2OKyUqs2D0GcLaF0ZrJk3t1kxo/s1600-h/Ammy2-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1k6zhqHhSi2s36RekV-vcwlYQ57Os63fPDERkDJFLVjkpwREcwvhMLlAuH5I-MCYSCzgtsX7euhMYI1QTX4vJiJa1SeJ8_bhmWBrqILQmVFbxD_qMd2OKyUqs2D0GcLaF0ZrJk3t1kxo/s320/Ammy2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261886638579990242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm13/Missarrie/Ammy2-1.jpg"></a><br />For those of you who follow my blog; I am asking that you please pray for a miracle for Ammy (5 years old). She is my grandniece who went in to see the doctor because of neck and back pain and some loss of feeling in her legs. After an MRI and spinal tap they found a tumor extending from the base of her cerebrum down her spine to her shoulder blades. She was taken into surgery Saturday to have some fluid removed from her spinal cord. During the surgery they found that the mass was much larger than they thought and they had to remove a portion in order to avoid its collaps on the spinal column. <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black; mso-bidi-font-weight:bold;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.0in .5in 1.0in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><br /><br />Emmy's Aunt Michell is posting updates on her blog as often as she gets any updates. You can access that by clicking on "Michelle" under "MY BLOG LIST".<br /><br />Thank you dear friends for praying for Emmy, the doctors, nurses, and family.Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-67644715859264454592008-10-20T19:13:00.000-07:002008-10-20T19:19:28.109-07:00I got these pictures from Jen's blog and used scrapblog to create this page. I do not know how well this is going to work but I wanted to share these pictures with you. Is she not the cutest baby! I hope I can get more creative and use this more often.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF0Cm9jkBtURZct8PBuI0dOH7qk6PK6ewoVcdWb5kOHJTcTTBMjw5WDaw6wAeYJpfzvdhyXDRO2MmmiCRtzZcyqdKbP9zKGQoO3d55oq1qUXYYjaSkbvv33Uroj2XKIawcgPxcq9835ZY/s1600-h/Scrapblog+Pumpkin+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF0Cm9jkBtURZct8PBuI0dOH7qk6PK6ewoVcdWb5kOHJTcTTBMjw5WDaw6wAeYJpfzvdhyXDRO2MmmiCRtzZcyqdKbP9zKGQoO3d55oq1qUXYYjaSkbvv33Uroj2XKIawcgPxcq9835ZY/s320/Scrapblog+Pumpkin+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259424651023349170" border="0" /></a><br />Hope you are having a great week so far.<br /><br />Hugs and Kisses to you Emily.Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-21599779254902761952008-10-10T11:52:00.000-07:002008-10-10T11:53:15.326-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center">The Sandpiper<br />by Robert Peterson<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live.<br />I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world<br />begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something<br />and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Hello,' she said.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'I'm building,' she said.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'I see that. What is it?' I asked, not really caring.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand.'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >A sandpiper glided by.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'That's a joy,' the child said.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'It's a what?'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy.'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself,<br />hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed<br />completely out of balance.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'What's your name?' She wouldn't give up.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Robert,' I answered. 'I'm Robert Peterson.'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Mine's Wendy... I'm six.'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Hi, Wendy'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >She giggled. 'You're funny,' she said.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Her musical giggle followed me.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Come again, Mr. P,' she called. 'We'll have another happy day.'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings,<br />and an ailing mother.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out<br />of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was<br />chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Hello, Mr. P,' she said. 'Do you want to play?'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'What did you have in mind?' I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'I don't know. You say.'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'How about charades?' I asked sarcastically.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >The tinkling laughter burst forth again. 'I don't know what that is.'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Then let's just walk.'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face.<br />'Where do you live?' I asked.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Over there.' She pointed toward a row of summer cottages.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Strange, I thought, in winter.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Where do you go to school?'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation.'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was<br />on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day.<br />Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no<br />mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt<br />like demanding she keep her child at home.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Look, if you don't mind,' I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, 'I'd<br />rather be alone today.' She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Why?' she asked.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >I turned to her and shouted, 'Because my mother died!' and thought,<br />My God, why was I saying this to a little child?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Oh,' she said quietly, 'then this is a bad day.'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Yes,' I said, 'and yesterday and the day before and -- oh, go away!'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Did it hurt?' she inquired.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Did what hurt?' I was exasperated with her, with myself.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'When she died?'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Of course it hurt!' I snapped, misunderstanding,<br />wrapped up in myself. I strode off.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there.<br />Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up<br />to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking<br />young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Hello,' I said, 'I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today<br />and wondered where she was.'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much<br />I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance,<br />please, accept my apologies.'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Not at all -- she's a delightful child.' I said, suddenly realizing<br />that I meant what I had just said.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia.<br />Maybe she didn't tell you.'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >'She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no.<br />She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days.<br />But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly...' Her voice faltered, 'She left<br />something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young<br />woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with 'MR. P' printed in bold<br />childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues -- a yellow beach,<br />a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love<br />opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. 'I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,<br />I'm so sorry,' I uttered over and over, and we wept together. The precious little<br />picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words -- one for each year<br />of her life -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand<br />-- who taught me the gift of love.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It happened over 20<br />years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It serves as a reminder<br />to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas<br />can make us lose focus about what is truly important<br />or what is only a momentary setback or crisis.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means,<br />take a moment... even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >May God Bless everyone who receives this! There are NO coincidences!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Everything that happens to us happens for a reason. Never brush aside<br />anyone as insignificant. Who knows what they can teach us?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" ><b><span style="font-family:Arial;">I wish for you, a sandpiper.</span></b></span></div>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-62283459856653592362008-10-07T15:29:00.000-07:002008-10-07T17:31:03.294-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Ritz and JoJo Update<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxwj8Jx5zMQJDvvGk4c0Pipf6Fl-wT8alZuvI3DGqYD4uwb69_KvvbGFJBnKo7DapTGHgvnWzgfCPgL6dirpQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /></div><br />Note in this very short video that JoJo has a very messy hair-do and is ready to be clipped. The hair on his tail is long and matted. So we headed off to the beauty school to have them give him a new look. Since his tail was so matted we thought it best to go ahead and have them clip it down very short. As I mentioned note how it looks in the video.<br /><br />Although I knew that a dog could be embarrassed when they were clipped too short; little did I know that it would be so traumatic for JoJo. We did this over two weeks ago and he is just getting back to "normal". He could not get from sitting on the bed to sitting on the sofa fast enough. We had to carry him outside and close the door behind us to get him to go potty; when he finished he would run for the door to get back inside and up on the sofa.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx6iz1M1RbbX7Ih9gRD8ydi17HW9MTen_xjn524P00SsXbS_NcpUtzxSxbTMcyvWJ1maBgSKMnHHMmvNf-_z9SUIZlAQIDJHRBw3YgjmMbiv3a4SMXC7EaFu-m5whLP3pG3YnNzaWJn2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx6iz1M1RbbX7Ih9gRD8ydi17HW9MTen_xjn524P00SsXbS_NcpUtzxSxbTMcyvWJ1maBgSKMnHHMmvNf-_z9SUIZlAQIDJHRBw3YgjmMbiv3a4SMXC7EaFu-m5whLP3pG3YnNzaWJn2Y/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254543741403052306" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He looked so pretty but so sad too. Notice the tail. Usually it is curled up into a tight coil. I have not been able to capture a picture of it yet. When I do I will post it; it really does look funny.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXs4gLQSkv2u0BtxDtdywNQa-iuCycRu2u-zqNJ-xLWdO0_QM8oFlz-vwJznbWgXLiJeBGgd-oy3JxUqqJGdhI8VFTbC0ebG35SLCVirVgcw8KS6hBFOEl5gv0W12i4rRDjHmnbuny5mw/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXs4gLQSkv2u0BtxDtdywNQa-iuCycRu2u-zqNJ-xLWdO0_QM8oFlz-vwJznbWgXLiJeBGgd-oy3JxUqqJGdhI8VFTbC0ebG35SLCVirVgcw8KS6hBFOEl5gv0W12i4rRDjHmnbuny5mw/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254543749251118818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyqHUUKAv6idpsJE64q5T8XRkag-WiLFJvv1A3WG1K9hnNbOW4wgxSu6Rg_g84mDMxlzRbDVT0muLI39orgw5clEozn8MqISNwLjiAeLv7VJlOLyjcMG5f2BFaGv66O9t01E_5fOKMI4/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyqHUUKAv6idpsJE64q5T8XRkag-WiLFJvv1A3WG1K9hnNbOW4wgxSu6Rg_g84mDMxlzRbDVT0muLI39orgw5clEozn8MqISNwLjiAeLv7VJlOLyjcMG5f2BFaGv66O9t01E_5fOKMI4/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254546250557362866" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Over the past two weeks we have made a significant amount of headway. He is going outside, is enjoying his walks, and plays with his brother Ritz as in the clip above.<br /><br />What a joy they both have brought to our lives.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">I cannot just let JoJo have all the show. This picture is the last weekend in September; we took the boys for a ride in the corvette. Ritz loves to sit in the middle and keep an eye on everything. JoJo on the other hand is comfortable just relaxing in my lap.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8shDG6UwaMYw8tFo6aAoAk7AveQ3eU63n8SyC01wWbQl6YvQfcKvY5m0-j5vw6dS3HyJjQ3ZO7PYawLvHX_9UpiXb-Z1Ih9_HPKRKveBNP7OPwP9upItFBpg66EKfLBsJPpfdd35CQDM/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8shDG6UwaMYw8tFo6aAoAk7AveQ3eU63n8SyC01wWbQl6YvQfcKvY5m0-j5vw6dS3HyJjQ3ZO7PYawLvHX_9UpiXb-Z1Ih9_HPKRKveBNP7OPwP9upItFBpg66EKfLBsJPpfdd35CQDM/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254548940518182290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Note the tight grip that we have to keep on Ritz, even when in the car. He really does not like me taking pictures of him. What a funny dog!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><br /></div>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-76360159027844666462008-10-07T09:47:00.001-07:002008-10-07T09:58:37.488-07:00Mike and I had the joy of celebrating with my brother and his lovely bride, Linda, their marriage vows and reception. I did not get a lot of pictures but I thought I would share the few that I did get. We had a great time.<br /><br />Linda, all I can say is I hope you can put up with him; welcome to the family.<br /><br />For those of you that I have not seen in such a long time it was great seeing you again.<br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid292.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fmm13%2FMissarrie%2F95cafb1a.pbr&hostname=stream292.photobucket.com" width="448" height="361"></embed>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587237439689932056.post-82820846161258382282008-09-19T11:11:00.000-07:002008-09-19T16:50:14.794-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">LITTLE DID I KNOW<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The quote that I posted:<br /><br />Be who you are and say what you feel; because those who mind don't matter; and those who matter don't mind.<br /><br />hit home this week. Something from the past crept into my "now" and I had to remember that who I am and what I say does not matter to those who do not matter; and therefore what is said (or was said) by those who do not matter, I do not need to mind.<br /><br />So for now; for those of you who matter, have a great weekend.<br /><br /><br /></div></div>Missarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07642007920423952662noreply@blogger.com0