Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
I think this one about sums me up! *ROFL*
In training? HA... I'm already there!
You're a Pack Rat in Training
You know those crazy old people with a ton of video tapes and cats?
Well, you're training to be one. Time to do some spring cleaning. Even if it isn't spring!
There's a 57% Chance That You Need Therapy
If you think you need therapy, you probably do. But there's a good chance you don't.
Like everyone else, you have your fair share of problems. And unlike most people, you're fairly good at solving them yourself.
Just another amusing thing I've come across...
You Don't Need a Man ... or Want One!
Generally, you're very happy being a single woman.
And anyone who has a problem with that... well, that's their problem.
Not that you wouldn't share your life with the almost perfect guy.
You simply won't settle though. Your life is too good to share with some substandard man!
Friday, August 29, 2008
I've seen this before, but it touches my heart and tears me up each time I see it.
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This is one of the kindest things I've ever heard. I have no way to know who originally sent it out, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service.
Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her, you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith, and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith' ....in an unfamiliar hand writing. Meredith open ed it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies'. Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away. Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I'm easy to find, I am wherever there is love.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Anyways... here's the email:
Are you tired of those sissy 'friendship' poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality?
Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship. You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card - Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship.
1. When you are sad -- I will jump on the person who made you sad like a spider monkey jacked up on Mountain Dew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
3. When you smile -- I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in.
4. When you're scared -- (after I make fun of you, ya big wuss) we will high tail it out of there, together.
5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining ... ya big baby!!!!
6. When you are confused -- I will speak slowly and use little words.
7. When you are sick --Stay away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have, but you know I care.
8. When you fall -- after I get done laughing, I'll pick you up and dust you off.
9. This is my oath...I pledge it to the end. 'Why?' you may ask -- because you are my FRIEND!
Friendship is like peeing your pants, everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth.
1985/1986 - Senior Pic
1998 - Cindy and Me (My house in Clearfield, PA)
2005 - Cindy and Dad
Yeah... I know... you're gonna kill me. Love ya, babe!
For the last few days I've been taking care of my sister's animals while they are at the Grange Fair in PA. Mom goes in the mornings and I have the evenings. Well....
DAY 1 - Thursday Evening:
I fed the cats and the fish, went up to Lacee's room to feed her bird. What a feat that was! Laura, Lacee... my arm is not that small. What were you thinking? I managed to get the food dishes out, but the water thingy... you got to be kidding.
I managed to wedge my arm in far enough to manipulate it somewhat with the tips of my fingers, pushing it out of the holder at an angle, thus spilling the contents all down my arm. Yes, you can imagine how pleased I was at that! Now, my arm is wedged in there, so I'm having difficulty getting it back out... the bird is displeased, I am displeased (to put it nicely), but I finally got it out. I got clean water, filling it to the top knowing that I won't be attempting this part again unless an emergency. I got my arm wedged back in, so afraid the little bars were gonna get all bent out, but I got in there and managed to get the water thingy back in without spilling too much. Unwedged my arm again... put the food dishes back in, then went in the bathroom to wash my hands and arm. Got all scrubbed and as I'm standing there, hands and arm dripping, looking around... there are NO TOWELS! Okay, 'nuff said!
I went out to do the chickens, ducks, and turkeys. I opened the barn door and had a small heart attack! Right there at the entrance is a large can and at the bottom of it is a HUGE FREAKIN' HAIRY-A** SPIDER!! Gave me the freakin' willies! Now I'm not real thrilled to go into the barn... don't know if Mr. HUGE FREAKIN' SPIDER has friends or not. I walk sideways past it... making sure it doesn't move... got the corn, had to put my hand down an opened bag to get the mash! I'm thinkin', "Yeah, right!" Who knows what the heck is in there! So I slowly start inching my fingers down... eyes squinched tight, head turned away (don't know why, don't see how that will help if I did come across something). I guess it's just part of making your body do something it doesn't want to or knows it shouldn't do. Anyways, as I start walking out of the stall I get run over by Mr. HUGE FREAKIN' SPIDER and a wild chicken in hot pursuit! I think she got it... she chased it into the other stall so I didn't see how the pursuit ended, but she had something sticking out her beak. Could've been Mr. HUGE FREAKIN' SPIDER'S legs or maybe something else laying in there. Still, I had to take my shoe off to make sure it hadn't escaped there... you know, the pursuit happened so fast, I really couldn't be sure what I may or may not have seen... I had to be sure, just in case! *shivers*
Day 2 - Friday Evening:
Day 3 - Saturday Evening:
Everything was going well until I opened the top of the chicks cage... someone had put a small box in the corner and two of the chicks used it to bounce off the top and out of the cage... I managed to stop one chick. OH GREAT!!! Now what am I supposed to do... well Laura, I have a sneaking suspicion of what may have happened to the other babies and mama... Harry may have happened. He was on them like white on rice! He even went after one of the bigger chickens.
I started chasing the chicks (and Harry). Someone had left the TKD pole thing out there, so I used that trying to herd the chicks. After the first failed attempt, I managed to get one back over to the chicken house, it went in the side cubby which I covered with the chair, I went in the door, closing it behind me and trapped the chick in one of the barrel nests. One down, one to go! YEA ME!
The other one was being more difficult... so I enlisted Harry's help. He chased it around, wearing it down... at one point he had hold of the end of it, not a good hold so it got away... but he obviously sees much better than you all thought. He finally chased it into the scrap tubing pile behind the barn. I picked up one coil and saw it wedged beneath stuff... easy pickin's from there! Thanks Harry. It only took about 45 mins to an hour.
Was gonna go to mom's when I was done... but after that, I went home... all sweaty and out of breath! So, Laura, don't be surprised if I'm not all so eager to help out next time.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
This was sent to me in an email last night... I loved the song.