tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39082165981372869972024-03-18T20:46:35.199-07:00A Little Bit of This...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17654687996167681900noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908216598137286997.post-82259428838558869822013-04-24T09:16:00.000-07:002013-04-24T09:16:15.749-07:00with the arrival of Spring...hummingbirdsThis morning the sun is shining and it looks like a beautiful day. The only drawback is the chilly temp outside....a cool and breezy 34. BRRRR! But not to fret, I know it is Spring because the hummingbird has arrived.<br />
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Despite the freezing temps last night, he stayed on his perch in the butterfly bush. He was back to the feeder bright and early. It must have been a long flight because he has been feeding with a voracious appetite, even for a hummingbird. I have seen two actually, but this one seems to be winning the territorial game.<br />
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I love watching the hummers. I'm so glad they are back. Yes, it may be cold but Spring is here. The hummers have arrived.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17654687996167681900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908216598137286997.post-44823808498232674092013-04-24T08:55:00.002-07:002013-04-24T08:55:53.011-07:00Spring is here, life is good....Lent is gone, Easter is here, Spring is sprung. So much has happened in such a short time. Big news for me is ...my beloved Pope Benedict has retired and gone off to spend the rest of his life in contemplation and prayer. I must admit, it hit me hard. I bawled when I watched those big doors close at Castel Gondolfo. Times they are a changin', it would seem it can be too much to be Pope in this day and age. A part of me thought the secular world had won, but I realized I was being extremely selfish, and the Church in this day and age, needed to get with the times man or something like that. sigh....I'm rationalizing the decision, my mantra, we are not of this world keeps roaring through my brain.<br />
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But we now have a new pope, Pope Francis. A Jesuit no less, go figure, God truly does have a sense of humor. He is a pleasure to listen to, has a lovely smile, a joy to watch as he works the crowd, very smart, spot on when it comes to moral issues with regards to the Church, thank God. I just wish he would put on the red shoes. It means something, it truly does. Pope Francis' sense of humility is endearing, but all men in that position have been humbled by the office they have been called to. None more so than Benedict Pope Emeritus. Ah well, it will be exciting to watch him grow as pope.<br />
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Ben and I took a wonderful trip to Florida. We stayed in a lovely resort and had the best time. We loved it there, we wished we could stay and stay, sooooo.....we bought a house. Actually we bought a lot, the house is yet to be built, but it will and we will be Floridians. Surprise! I would post pics, but alas I lost my camera. Actually I know exactly where it is, well not exactly right now because it is missing, but I know where I left it and now it cannot be found. Long story, but no camera now, no pics to post, so you will have to wait to see our new home. ETA is October so in the meantime, we pack up, we sell here, we get excited and we wait. Life man, it is good!<br />
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*note, as of this posting, no camera has been turned in. So for awhile, I am missing the pics, bummer! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17654687996167681900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908216598137286997.post-75581811293753554972013-02-21T09:54:00.000-08:002013-02-21T09:54:07.796-08:00the grace of a beautiful day....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It snowed here...<br />
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Yesterday was a gift from God. It started out cold, rainy, a little icy, the possibility of snow was in the news, and in the air....<br />
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See...it was wet, not sticking to anything. You could see it, though and you just knew, it wouldn't be long before it did stick...<br />
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As I went from window to window, trying to catch those "kodak moments", I was feeling that exhilaration of a perfect day in the making. You know the kind of day I mean. Circumstances have taken the moment out of your hands, this is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it. This was a day for a good book, a hot cup of tea, and soup simmering on the stove. Since Ben had plans for the evening, today was Butternut Squash Soup, yummy. And all the while, the snow continued to fall....<br />
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It was so beautiful, and peaceful. The snow covered yards exude such calm....<br />
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I couldn't coax Hercules out of his bed but I did find the birds were enjoying the day, especially the cardinals...<br />
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The cardinal color just pops against the white snow. I got a little carried away with their pictures...<br />
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I truly enjoyed the day, I even had a nest...<br />
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It was the perfect spot. I didn't get much accomplished, although I did read a good book. And more than once I thanked God for the graces given on this glorious day.<br /><br />
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Going down South last week was good for the soul. We spent some quality time with the boy and saw some dear and wonderful friends. At the heart of it all was the Mardi Gras celebration that can only be found in NoLa. Rain or shine, the people set up their tents, chairs, ice chests, bar b que pits, claim their spot and Let the Good Times Roll...<br />
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This year it rained, but it did not dampen the spirits of those who choose to stroll the Boulevard...<br />
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This was the King, getting ready for his ride....We even saw some celebrities....<br />
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See what I mean, real celebs at this parade....<br />
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These guys are the real deal, man....sadly, it was not meant for them to strut their stuff this day, too wet...<br />
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I got around to snap some pics as they were loading the famous wagon back into the trailer, but they let me take pics of a couple of the guys. They are so beautiful. When you walk the street before the parade you get to watch preparations and chat with the riders, that's always fun, as they have been up for several hours and they have not been drinking water or coffee, if you get my meaning...<br />
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Doesn't he look like he is having fun, LOL!<br />
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Yeah, that's more like it...they really do have fun, as did we. It was a great day, and a great trip. We went to dinner with my best friend Janet and all of her family. We laughed so much I thought they might ask us to leave at some point, but we would have laughed at that as well. Good times. We went to Mass on Ash Wednesday at our old parish in LaPlace. Of course it was comforting to see our old pastor Fr. Walter celebrate the Mass in his style of chaotic reverence. I was able to touch base with some dear friends, which warmed my heart so much, I could come back home feeling well fed, if you know what I mean. For the man in my life, that well fed statement has a whole other meaning. He did enjoy his fill of shrimp and crawfish. <br />
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Absolutely glorious! Home again, until the next adventure, stay tuned....<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17654687996167681900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908216598137286997.post-1093330852682658762013-02-09T09:51:00.000-08:002013-02-09T09:51:14.741-08:00Mardi Gras, NoLa, sunshine here we come....I apologize in advance for the repetitive use of the word 'dreary'. It seems we just can't get away from the dreary weather. I say dreary because here in the mid west of America we are still in a drought. That means when we have a seventy percent chance of rain, we might see seven out of ten drops hit our yard. It just stays cloudy and dreary looking. See what I mean...<br />
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In all fairness, we have had warm temps and the sun makes a glorious appearance once or twice a week. It is just enough a tease to get us out of the house thinking of the garden we will have, little projects we can tackle, only to hide behind the clouds while the wind gusts and blows, sending us back inside to continue our winter hibernation.<br />
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So with the boy living so close to the Big Easy, we figured why not Laissez les Bon Temps Roulez, ya"ll. It should be warm, sunny, fun, just what is needed to shake away those blues. So we pack....<br />
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notice the assortment of colored t-shirts. These are my new favorite thing from Wally World, soft-soft and they have a longer tail, perfect for the southern warmer weather we are surely to encounter. Plus t-shirts are perfect for parade going, throw reaching, and arm bending, if ya get my meaning.<br />
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I also needed to get a painting finished that had been commissioned...<br />
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I can't show the completed piece because it is a gift and ..well the recipient might see, so will reveal the art at a later date. But wandering throughout the house, this is what I encounter at every turn...<br />
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Hercules is with me every step of the way...<br />
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He knows something is up, and it makes him very anxious. He doesn't seem to remember that he will not be alone, there will be someone here with him. There are others of us not so anxious...<br />
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"What?, I'm relaxing, getting ready for the drive." Yes dear, we don't want you stressed, you rest, get yourself ready for all the shrimp and crawfish you are planning on consuming. So as we look forward to some fun, warmth and sun, down at de Mardi Gras!, we understand there is a chance of rain, which means something quite different down there than it does here, so we hope for two out of three. Not such bad odds considering. Laissez les Bon Temps Roulez, ya'll.<br />
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See what I mean, pretty bleak....<br />
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So, anyway, I was perusing my new Southern Living Magazine and came across an interesting article...<br />
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In the article it was describing how you could force blooms from cut stems of bushes you might have in your yard. Well it just so happened that a few days before, the man in my life decided to get out and butcher, uh..I mean, trim back a bush that sits close to the shed out back. I wasn't sure the cut stems could be salvageable since they had been cut a few days before, so I rushed right out and snagged me a few.<br />
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This is the pile of poor cut stems I picked through. I found about four or five that I thought might work, brought them inside, cut about an inch off the bottom of the stems for a fresh cut, put them in a water filled vase, and hoped for the best.<br />
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Well lo and behold, yesterday I noticed this...<br />
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Can you see them? The little buds are growing and popping out.<br />
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I know it isn't much, but for now it gives me hope in the Spring that is on its way. I know that my sad looking Meditation Garden will go from looking like this...<br />
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AHHHHHH! Spring coming to an area near you, March 2013.<br /><br />
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I dusted and vacuumed, changed sheets on all the beds...well almost, still working on that last one. But as I wandered through the house, it seemed so quiet and empty.<br />
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The bedroom in the man cave is missing the boy's luggage and clothes strewn about....<br />
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The girl's room is even emptier and bare....no longer are we hearing the beat of the bass from the Boze playing Taylor's or Selena's latest. You wouldn't have recognized this bed a week ago, clothes, boots, covers all piled on top, yet the girl would sit up in the middle of the bed happy and contented as a cat in a basket of warm towels fresh out of the dryer. Ahhh, doesn't that sound cozy.<br />
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I don't know about you, but I don't usually make resolutions for a new year. Although I will say, this year I know of some things I would like to do. I want to paint more, give more and Be more. Maybe it was the beautiful sunshine we had today after the rainy and gloomy weekend I just had down south, but I was inspired to be productive and make some plans for the new year. Set some goals for myself, if you know what I mean. <br />
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I want to read more interesting books, see more beautiful parts of our wonderful country with my Ben, and I want to learn more about those delicious fermented grapes I enjoy so much. This doesn't seem to be too unattainable, so stay tuned... I am hoping for a wonderful 2013 and I wish you a Blessed 2013 as well.<br />
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We enjoyed another Foster Family Christmas this past weekend. It was another reason for us to celebrate family, reflect on our history as Foster's, and to encourage the next generation to continue these traditions.<br />
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My Great-aunt Caroline still corrects our grammar and reminds us of our manners. She is a real lady and we all love her and respect her immensely.<br />
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We gather at our favorite eatery, Bill's, for lunch, then head over to Aunt Caroline's house for gifts and fun. Although my great aunt no longer lives there, it has stayed in the family and we continue to gather there for all the family festivities. This is the part of the day the little kids can't seem to wait for, it's like Santa coming all over again.<br />
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So in the mean time, we appease them with a rousing game of Apples to Apples...<br />
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some history sharing and story telling...<br />
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and some innocent wonder as they listen to the Christmas story read from the Gospel of Luke.<br />
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We had elves visit us to help with the present distribution, but it seemed the big kids had the most fun this year....<br />
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Tol and Phillip enjoyed their Slinky's....<br />
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Rita got a bicycle bell for her scooter...<br />
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Cousin George got the best prize of all, a talking and singing Christmas tree. It was the best and he loved it. Well that's my story and I'm sticking to it.<br />
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Oh who cares, it is all worth it. We were missing a few family members this year, so the day was somewhat bitter sweet. Cousin Steve was in the hospital after suffering a heart attack, he has always been our Santa for Christmas' past. His girls and their families were with him this year. Baby Sadie Jane, our newest and youngest family member, is still in the hospital and of course her mom and dad were with her. My aunt Rannie, who died in August, always enjoyed these family get togethers and we missed her laughter and the joy she brought to the party.<br />
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I didn't plan on this post being a reflection of our 2012 year, like everyone's we had some good days and some bad days. It was better than 2011 when I think back to Emily's trials, but every year has its own trials for us to get through, that's life isn't it. We didn't experience a hurricane like our friends did in LaPlace, we were not affected by the wildfires like our neighbors to the west, but we did experience some losses. It was my faith in God and the strength He gives me that helps me realize that no matter what comes to us, it is all a gift for which I am to be grateful. These gifts help me to learn and grow. I am so thankful for another year in which to Love and Serve Him. I wish you all a Blessed 2013 and Happy Times to come.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17654687996167681900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908216598137286997.post-66508548992015966052012-12-18T13:29:00.000-08:002012-12-18T13:29:13.229-08:00every ornament tells a story...I love the anticipation of Christmas. I love the decorating, the freshness of the tree in the house, the advent candles as they glow at dinner, finding a ribbon or bow on the floor after wrapping that perfect gift for someone special. As I placed the ornaments on the tree, the memories came flooding back...<br />
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these little shoes were from Phillip's first Christmas, almost 26 years ago,<br />
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we now have about seven or eight of these cars. <br />
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The tree looks like a used car lot, but it is pretty cool to figure out the make and model. We also have protection from Yoda, Batman and G. I. Joe, so don't mess with the tree, ya hear.<br />
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Barbies, but now it looks like the tree has gone to the....<br />
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This one is from Benny and my first Christmas together, so special. It is fun to look back on the ornaments we have collected over the years to see how our journey is reflected in our tree decor. It is true, they some how tell a story about all of us.<br /><br />
I don't usually get so nostalgic, but after this weekend, this year takes on new meaning for what this season means to me, how thankful I am for the gifts I have already been given. I cherish each day and am so incredibly grateful to all my friends and family for being in my life. May you find the peace that Christ brings this season and in the coming New Year. God Bless!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17654687996167681900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908216598137286997.post-74413591345016757762012-12-13T08:54:00.000-08:002012-12-13T08:54:04.804-08:00searching for the perfect tree....Benny and I decided to venture out to the country and get the Christmas tree from a local tree farm. It had been years since we had done this, and never here in Oklahoma. It was a cloudy day but not yet too chilly, so we figured what the heck, let's go for it. We had not been to this part of the countryside before, but we had an idea as to where we were going. We had read an article in the local paper about tree farms in our area so with all the confidence of local yokels, we set off for parts unknown...<br />
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Needless to say the unpaved gravel road was a bit daunting but we persevered. We did discuss the possibility we were on the wrong road but something, inner voice in my head, or the fact that Garwin had stopped her insistent nagging to make a u-turn kept us going. It might have been the silly giggling I was doing, or the fact that occasionally we passed a car with a tree on its roof heading in the opposite direction, that made us continue into parts unknown. And just when we knew this could not be right, there it was....Pleasant Valley Tree Farm, 1mile, on the right. We had made it, let the search for that perfect tree begin...<br />
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We had plenty of beautiful Virginia Pines to choose from, now it had to be just right. Let the wandering begin...O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree!<br />
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Oh, could this be the one, I think it is. Okay, let's tag it and bag it. But first, the critters and stuff must be shaken, not stirred....as in not a creature was stirring, get it!<br />
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This shaky machine was pretty fascinating to watch. If the tree had been older and drier it would have lost every needle it had. I think this tree lost 3 lbs of stuff that was wedged in its branches. Now let's get this baby home and commence the decorating....<br />
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We were also able to visit with our nephew, Matt, who is attending law school in Boulder. He gave us a wonderful tour of Boulder and we shared a home grown brew in one of the many brew pubs there. It was a delightful day and the scenery was incredible...<br />
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We packed so much into the weekend, it will be months before it all sinks in, all that we did and saw. And before we knew it, we were off again. The next weekend we headed south to our beloved NoLa to visit with friends and check up on the boy.<br />
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We had a wonderful opportunity to share in a dear friend's retirement. We had so much fun, but once again realized there are not enough hours in the day. We were able to visit with some family but we weren't able to see all the loved ones we had hoped to visit. It was great to visit with Phil and Phyllis and Brian and Glenda, realizing how much we miss them and enjoy getting together with them.<br />
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We spent our Sunday with the boy. We went out to dinner, enjoying delicious Louisiana cuisine and listening to a jazz band playing at the brunch.<br />
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Back at his apartment, we hung a painting I had taken to him, and he made us desert. It was pear tart and was delicious.<br />
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He looks good, is doing well, and we were happy for him. He shared stories about the teaching experiences he has had so far, most of which made us laugh, being that he is teaching at an all girls high school, where the drama is always in abundance.<br />
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We would have loved to stay longer and visit with more of the many family and friends we have down south, but our travels had finally caught up with us and it was time to go home. So we said goodbye to the boy, satisfied he was doing well and also knowing we would see him again during the Thanksgiving holidays.<br />
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It didn't matter that my brother, God Bless him, had gotten the phone situation taken care of before we got there. We figured there were other matters to be taken of, restock the fridge and pantry, check on wheelchair maintenance, and take an overall assessment of the girl in general.<br />
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She was doing well. She had just finished midterms and was ready for some down time. So we walked through the Italian Festival and had a wonderful time.<br />
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These guys were too cute...<br />
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and they love their soccer balls.<br />
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We wandered through the booths of food and trinkets...<br />
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there was music and lots of entertainment...<br />
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of course he was singing, O Sola Mia...<br />
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Benny and I had a great time...<br />
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but it was truly all about spending time with the girl. She looked fine and we were satisfied that all was well, until the next time we need an excuse to visit...<br />
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Have fun my girl, see ya soon. Now it's about time to pay the boy a visit, let's see what excuse can we come up with....<br />
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This past weekend was the annual art show at Utica Square, an upscale shopping area in downtown Tulsa. It is always held on the first weekend of October. In October the weather is beautiful, the trees are starting their color change, if the devastating heat from the summer hasn't killed them already. After the brutal heat of the summer, the cool mornings and mild afternoons are welcomed and the month is full of outdoor activities. Since moving up here I have gone to this particular art show for the last two years and have thoroughly enjoyed it. The shops are unique, the weather is lovely, and it proves to be a wonderful way to get into the fall spirit.<br />
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Well this year, I decided to throw caution to the wind and join in the festivities. This wasn't just a send in your money for a spot, you had to take in some pieces to be judged and then you were invited to join, then you sent in your money for a spot. Once I got the word I had been deemed worthy of an invite, I began my preparation. I had some ideas of doing pieces that would appeal to the Oklahoma demographic. I had done a couple of cowboy themed pieces and added a couple of football favorites to the mix. I even added a haunted house with pumpkins and a black cat to appeal to the October season. I thought about my set up and how best to display the art. I invested in a few simple easels, draped them with fabric and voila I was ready. Or so I thought...<br />
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It turned so cold. I had been watching the weather all week and knew it was not going to be the weekend of previous years. The rain chances went up, then down as well as the temp. It ended up being in the 40's with slight drizzle. I was lucky that I was placed under an overhang, as I had no canopy or tent. I had to fight the wind a few times, a couple of pieces blew off their easels. But overall, I have to admit I enjoyed it. There was a steady stream of traffic, but not having experienced actual participation, I couldn't really judge. I heard from others that it wasn't as well turned out as previous years. Over and over I heard the comments about the freakish weather, it was not like this, ever.<br />
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I didn't sell anything, but I did receive some positive feedback. One lady asked me how I managed to paint in 3D. Another lady commented that I had a beautiful touch. It felt good. It was my family and friends that made me feel the best. As cold as it was, they braved the weather and came out to show support. Benny was my biggest fan. He stuck around all day, getting me coffee and making me laugh. When we packed it all up at five o'clock, we went to dinner and tried to thaw out. We were both in bed with lights out by eight thirty trying to decide if we wanted to get up early for Mass or go later.<br />
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Our beloved Laplace, in SE Louisiana, went under water last week. Ironically, Hurricane Isaac did what Hurricane Katrina did, seven years to the day, to many places that had only recently rebuilt and started over. Benny and I watched from the security of our home in Oklahoma, dry, cool, safe...our hearts breaking nonetheless. We had lived there for over 20 years, started our family there, worked and played there. We sat in the living room and said what we heard so many others saying over and over, "we never had water like this, ever."<br />
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What started earlier in the week with jokes about the ominous sight of Jim Cantore in New Orleans, and the advisory from the officials of the dangers of playing the drinking game whenever you heard the phrase "hunker down", we all assumed Isaac, being a mere tropical storm and at most a cat 1, would blow through without so much as a by your leave. In fact we were anticipating his arrival up here to bring us some much needed rain. It was by chance we noticed on our Direct TV channels, they were running continuous coverage of all NoLa channels, 4, 6, 8 and 26. We thought it was so neat to flip over once in a while for an update. We stayed on facebook as well, maintaining contact with family and friends, seeing who was having the most fun 'hurrications'. Sadly toward the end of the day, we started seeing some posts about a family in their attic in LaPlace that needed rescuing, then another one and another one. Until we saw the post from a dear friend's daughter who said that her parents walked out of their house in chest deep water and were eventually rescued by boat.<br />
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this was our old neighborhood, devastating.<br />
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this was our house, from what we understand they had water in the garage, not sure about the back of the house.<br />
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But what I do know, the people that live in this area are faithful, resilient, resourceful, and strong. Last year when we received the unthinkable news that Emily would not walk again, it was to these same people I made my first phone calls. I knew prayers were needed and I knew just where to turn. We still have the large packet of prayer cards from the 40 hour adoration that was organized and I can honestly say I remained so full from the outpouring of love and support. I knew that during that time God was truly present with us, I felt Him and it was the power of prayer that got us through.<br />
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Two weeks ago, we experienced some devastating wildfires up here in our Okla county. Thankfully we were out of harm's way, but we knew some people from our church parish who were affected. The week after this happened I was in Walmart and as I stood in line to check out, I listened to conversations about evacuations, and being displaced, and someone knew someone else who had been affected. It took me back in time, seven years ago, right after Katrina had hit and the conversations were of a similar nature. Fema was involved, looting was of a concern, there was a question of the National Guard being called in, talk about deja vu.<br />
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I got to thinking about the differences though, fire and water. Pictures of the aftermath were eerily similar. Everything looked dead, and rebuilding was inevitable. Something that struck me as strange was the difference in loss of life. People can watch a hurricane approaching on a technological device and get prepared, but from what I understand these fires just appeared on people's doorsteps and they barely had time to get out. 1800 people were killed during Hurricane Katrina, one elderly woman was killed during these wildfires. We may be talking apples and oranges here, true, but still...<br />
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I am a firm believer in being prepared and taking precautions. The boy told me he had water and a flashlight, oh and some soup. It's his first storm, he'll learn. I'm not sure he had any palms to burn, but I'm praying for Our Lady of Prompt Succor's intervention to keep everyone safe. It is the height of hurricane season, so be prepared.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17654687996167681900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908216598137286997.post-81225554842625274222012-08-22T08:22:00.001-07:002012-08-22T08:22:07.352-07:00...and back down South she goes.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The girl went back to school this past week. I'm sure going to miss her. We bond in a unique way whenever she is home, but now that she is older we bond more so in that mother/daughter/friend way. I like that because then I know I am more than a caregiver to her. She worked hard this summer, physical therapy three days a week, but I don't think it compares to the work she does on her own during the school year.<br />
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A little over a year ago she became paralyzed and her world was turned upside down. But true to Emily form, she held strong to the faith that God gave her and persevered, determined to return to college in Houston, miles away from home.<br />
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loaded her into the van, and headed south.<br />
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She was able to get settled into her same room she had last year. I will admit that after three moves, this gets much easier. One learns to weed out what isn't needed, and believe me, when manipulating a wheelchair around a small dorm room, extra baggage is...well, just that...baggage.<br />
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But no matter how easy we try to make things for her, she still has to work extra hard and I am so very proud of her. So go get 'em, Em and have an incredibly blessed year, my girl.<br />
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I started painting again. Actually I had some recent developments that motivated me, one being the extreme heat that has moved me indoors out of the garden I love so much. It makes me sad to look at the burned up plants and wilted flowers that are trying to bloom. I water in the early morning but it is too hot to stay out for long so I run inside and close the window blinds so I won't have to look. Is that some form of denial, like hiding your eyes, if you can't see it it doesn't exist. I won't sadden you with pictures, it would truly break your heart. But luckily for me, I have another hobby that I don't spend near enough time enjoying.<br />
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this is my latest. I love the color of the blue jeans, the fringe is still a work in progress, and the spurs...well I'm trying to hide them in the chaps.<br />
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Someone asked me if I went to school for art. After I finished crying with laughter, I explained that "no", I took an art class because I needed an extra elective to graduate. I enjoyed painting, it was relaxing and I found I would get lost in mixing colors on the palette, seeing the colors transform a blank canvas. It also helped that what went on the canvas would actually look a little like what I wanted it too.<br />
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This is my first attempt at an abstract of the beautiful Gulf waters off the coast of Florida. I keep going back to it and adding waves, it's coming along. I love slapping paint across the canvas and watching the blend of colors meld into a calming and serene piece of art. It is wonderful therapy, if you know what I mean.<br />
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I am currently working on some houses. They are both houses in the NoLa area, but I set the little yellow one on the beach, and the green one will have a halloween feel to it when I am finished. I like having some artistic license, it makes it my own work of art and I like putting my own touch to the pieces. <br />
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The other motivator is that I got a hair up my behind and entered an art show, actually I submitted some pieces so I could be included in an art market. In order to be in this market your work must be judged worthy. Well lo and behold, the work is worthy, I was accepted and invited to exhibit my work at this market. It will be in October, so I have a few more weeks to do a couple more pieces for the show. I am getting more anxious and am now vacillating between the thought of whether I have actually lost my mind or a laizez faire attitude of what the heck, life is for the living, blah blah blah. I will definitely keep everyone updated. Pray for me, I'm gonna need it.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17654687996167681900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908216598137286997.post-39966584959236220272012-08-10T09:13:00.000-07:002012-08-10T09:13:50.716-07:00our book club, it is a life saver...When Benny and I retired and moved up here to Oklahoma, I had no idea how the move combined with 'empty nest' would affect me personally. I knew the kids would be going off to college, and I was excited for them, but man did it throw me for a loop. The house was in turmoil because of renovations, it was record breaking heat I was unprepared for and my church family and very best friends were down south, so very far away. Being new to the area, I had lost most of my support system. I was overwhelmed and so very lonely. It was horrible. So...I joined a book club.<br />
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I heard about this group from some ladies at church. I knew I needed to get involved and meet some new friends, so I asked one of the gals if I could attend the next meeting. I remember getting the book and reading it over the weekend so I would be prepared, I wanted to be prepared, I wanted to be included. I remember telling one of the girls that joining that book club saved my life. Benny and were going out and seeing the sights of Tulsa and Route 66, but I realize how much I rely on that community spirit, of being part of a group. I missed having girlfriends. It means so much to connect with others, as moms, daughters, wives. We do read the books and discuss what we liked and disliked about a certain book, but a lot of the time we just enjoy getting together and being girls.<br />
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We meet once a month for book club, but we also get together to see a movie or go out to lunch. It's fun to read the book, then go see the movie. We did that for "The Help", that was a lot of fun. We have a name for our book club, we are 'Between the Wines Bristow Book Club.' We have read some very good books, and we have read some that are not so good. This past year we seemed to have gotten, I don't want to use the word stuck, but let's just say there was a recurring theme of living through the Nazi regime. In addition to that, throw in a tragic genre of the likes of Anna Quindlen and pretty soon we were all depressed. I think the icing on the cake was reading "Unbroken" by Laura Hildebrand. It was excellent, one you couldn't put down, but it was such a hard read. I mean what that man went through, unbelievable. Not all of the books are as difficult, but I honestly believe the books we have read over the years have offered us some insight into life and connections, history and lessons learned. We all enjoy sharing the books we have come across. In fact I will read a book and think, so and so would enjoy this, or this is the book I would choose for next years reading.<br />
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The boy got on the road this morning, heading back to NoLa after spending his summer up here with us. This is always done with a repetitive montra of "drive carefully, call us when you get home" and of course, there might have been a few tears involved. Isn't that what moms and dads are supposed to do, no matter how old they get? I am pretty sure I threw in some intercessory prayers to various saints and I believe at some point I sent my own guardian angel along to "light" the way. I am also fairly certain that I would have done this regardless of the horrific happenings in Colorado over the weekend. Thinking of what those family members must be experiencing, sending children to a movie only to realize they will never come home again...it is too painful to dwell on.<br />
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This time around the boy is returning to NoLa, not as a student, but as a full-fledged adult with a job, and an apartment, bills, the whole ball of wax. His dad and I have listened, with some amusement, to a combination of various reactions regarding the cost of items needed to furnish an apartment, the current price of gas, clothes, cable, books, and the biggie, his food bill. As parents, we have lamented the costs of these items for years, since before he was born. But now that he is footing this bill, well...some lessons are best learned by experiencing Life and I truly hope he has a good one.<br />
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So this past weekend he packed up some books and cleaned up his work station ...<br />
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We bought him a house warming gift, something no bachelor pad should be without...<br />
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yes, the George Foreman grill, and then he bought himself something no bachelor pad should be without....<br />
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well you can't see it in this picture, but it is a 42 inch flat-screen TV. I was assured it was a bargain at the BestBuy, budget still intact, evidently. And then it was time to say goodbye, for real this time. Have a great year, my Phillip, and call me when you get home.<br />
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We decided to do something a little different, a little more educational for our vacation this year. Actually it was something Benny wanted to do, so we all said okay. We had never been to a Presidential Library and we had never been to Abilene, Kansas so off we went. To explore new territory, where no Berns had gone before, cue the Star Trek theme music...<br />
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Seriously, when planning your summer vacation, does a Presidential Library and museum top your list, much less a little town in Kansas that is not Dodge City? Abilene is better known as being a cowtown that was home to Wild Bill Hickok, okay now I have your attention. We thought it was funny to see the sign still hanging that asks you to check your guns dated 1871.<br />
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Abilene, Kansas is a small town with a lot of history and we truly enjoyed exploring the historical sites and seeing some new countryside. President Eisenhower grew up in Abilene and the museum and library are located on the grounds around his boyhood home. We were able to tour the home and also visit the chapel where he and Mamie are buried. I must admit it was very informative and not stuffy. In the museum, Em and I enjoyed the fashion statement set by Mamie, whereas Benny and Phillip spent more time in the World War II historical section reading about the hero who was General Dwight D. Eisenhower. We all had fun with the interactive kiosks set throughout the museum, especially playing 1950 trivia and answering the $64,000 question.<br />
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The Founding Fathers exhibit was also on display and at this time of political angst and polarization it was interesting to see that political thought hasn't changed all that much. The question being debated then as now was how much should government intervene in the lives of the American people. The big difference being the placement of God in the debate. As persons with dignity created in the image of God, how does government provide those basic needs, those truths that are self evident?<br />
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There was a sense of what having true dignity meant, being created in the image of God. I think that in this day and time that sense has been lost in relativism, socialism and a misguided sense of what it means to be free.<br />
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Walking through the exhibit, I was so thankful that my kids could see this and experience a time in history that was so much a part of Benny's and my life. Eisenhower was President when I was born and was the last president to be born in the 19th Century. He decided to run for president in May of 1952 and was elected in November of 1952. A campaign of less than six months, oh please bring that concept back. Can you imagine, not having to listen to blah, blah, blah for two years? Be still my heart.<br />
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On the grounds, centered between the Library and the Museum, is a lovely little rose garden.<br />
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A little heat stressed, but blooming nonetheless, these beautiful roses were dedicated to Flight 93 that was downed on September 11th. It was our last stop on our self-guided tour and for just a few minutes I forgot the heat, forgot how long I had been on my feet and just remembered....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17654687996167681900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908216598137286997.post-20001028436104309212012-07-05T11:40:00.002-07:002012-07-05T11:40:53.377-07:00...and the rocket's red glare<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In our little town of Bristow, middle America, I love the fact that celebrations such as the 4th of July are still a full-fledged community big deal. Our lovely city park opens the pool to the kiddies and offers unlimited free hamburgers, hotdogs and water. Throughout the afternoon there is three-legged races, a watermelon eating contest and a homemade pie auction. Families, friends and neighbors gather together, and for a few hours on this warm summer evening we look like the town one might see in an old 60's TV sitcom, Mayberry or Little House on the Prairie.<br />
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The local boy scout troop was set to re-enact Washington's crossing the Delaware, but, unfortunately, the boat was "commandeered by the British" and unable to take place. At the risk of taking severe liberties with our Nation's history, this was the story put out by the powers that be and believe me they were sticking to it. Word on the street was that someone dropped the ball on the ordering of said boat, but such is life in the small town. It was not the end of the world and the Fireworks display was a sight to behold. The anticipation of waiting for Washington was soon forgotten amid the "oooohs" and "awwws" of the evening crowd that had gathered at our lake's edge. <br />
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I have to admit, this is one of my favorite celebrations. We gather the lawn chairs and head down to the lake to meet cousins and my aunt and uncle, then we move our chairs as we follow the shade of the setting sun. This year we moved three times before the sun was low enough in the sky to no longer bother us with it's unrelenting glare and heat. It's like playing hide and seek and the sun is it. <br />
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We grow in number every year as well. Last year Phillip went to the pool with a boatload of cousins, while I sat with my cousin, Lew, at lake's edge to watch the fireworks. Em was still recovering from her surgery so Benny stayed home with her and the aunt and uncle were not up to going out after a day of barbequing. It's fun having a familial crowd to share these celebrations with. It's the making of memories to pass down to the next generation, so one of these days they will be sharing with families, "I remember when...".Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17654687996167681900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908216598137286997.post-78652361727652741022012-06-30T09:27:00.001-07:002012-06-30T09:27:06.236-07:00wouldn't want boredom to settle in.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Phillip is visiting us for the summer. I didn't want him to get bored,
he says he eats when he's bored. Wanting him to stay healthy, we
embarked on a few projects around the house. The first endeavor was
actually his idea. He noticed the poor wilted veggie bushes in the
garden and said, "mom, you really need to shade that garden, you need a
little greenhouse or something". So off we went to the hardware store
for some greenhouse supplies. After perusing greenhouse kits online,
we found them to be a little pricey, we stocked up on PVC pipe and connectors,
to build what became a greenhouse lean-to. It was coming along nicely,
but we underestimated the power of the Oklahoma winds.<br />
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I love the mornings here in Oklahoma. Everything still looks fresh and 'spring-like' and not wilted from the unrelenting heat of these hot and dry summers. There is usually a cool breeze that lures you into a false feeling of 'oooh it's going to be a lovely day for working in the gardens'. Before you know it the sun is overhead and the dryness of the heat and dust has made the earlier euphoria a daunting memory. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is where I love to spend my mornings. I call it my meditation
garden. It is a peaceful place to start my day with prayers, coffee and
the drone of the morning bees at work doing their job of pollination.
Thank you bees, you are doing a wonderful job, I have beautiful tomatoes
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Hercules is usually on patrol, chasing the birds and exploring the garden. He doesn't stay out as long as he used to, he is getting older and he does not like the heat. He doesn't like the cold much either, he was traumatized by the big winter snow we had our first winter here. Poor guy. He does manage to find a turtle or two and he likes to dig for the moles that tunnel under the yard, but thankfully he hasn't caught one. He would freak out if he ever did, no wait, I would totally freak out if he ever caught one.<br />
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Frick and Frack stopped by to say hello this morning. They are usually looking for a handout since I will occasionally throw them a handful of birdseed when I fill the bird feeders. Sadly I think Frick and Frack are on their way to bigger farms, or ponds, or wherever large ducks go to spend their golden years. They are getting too big for their little pool and the owners are not willing to upgrade. Actually we have all gotten a little used to their morning "Quacks, Quacks!" It is usually early and it is outside Emily's window. She used to complain about the train, now she complains about the ducks. Welcome to the country Em.<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17654687996167681900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908216598137286997.post-53458854088869841892012-06-28T20:37:00.000-07:002012-06-28T20:37:05.160-07:00I'm back in business.It's been almost two years since I wrote a blog. So much has changed, so much has happened. I felt the tug and pull of sharing how my life here in Oklahoma has affected me, from new friendships to how this move impacted our family. A lot of interesting feelings emerged and bubbled to the surface once we got here and settled. It might not have been all wine and roses but it has been about Life. Ups, downs, sadness and pain, to joy and the gift of many blessings, it seems we have experienced it all, and isn't that what life is all about? We all go through it, and it's not perfect, but what a journey it is, this Life. I hope to share some of this journey with you and you can get a feel for what it's like to live in this small town we now call home.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17654687996167681900noreply@blogger.com0