tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39682518834649260652024-02-21T06:53:59.833-08:00Just Another Day....."Cowgirl UP"Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-88383685643107853572012-01-15T06:26:00.000-08:002012-01-15T06:26:45.884-08:00Grand Champion & Reserve Grand Champion Broiler<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dustin has wanted to be in FFA for several years now and this year his dream came true. Dustin is a Freshman @ Electra High School in Electra Texas. He joined FFA and decided to show Chickens. Dustin has always loved animals and even though he has a grandmother who has chickens, he didn't know anything about raising SHOW CHICKENS. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thanks to the Light's he was able to get all the knowledge he needed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After many hours of caring for the birds and preparing for his first show, his hard work and determination paid off.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dustin brough home both Grand Champion and Reserve Grand Champion for his pen of Broilers. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_W8bldolAZ9JcgdHocTpjnkYjPEtw65zNXorRU0KCvG7OnSaLu1-L6CWld0_aOkViFyahwnYO41IZnjVSsST3-04yrPrYx1XVbJJoV8B_qSd9BhrY1KePjRGmnz8fElr8IWeUb_wtu20/s1600/GRAND+CHAMPION+2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_W8bldolAZ9JcgdHocTpjnkYjPEtw65zNXorRU0KCvG7OnSaLu1-L6CWld0_aOkViFyahwnYO41IZnjVSsST3-04yrPrYx1XVbJJoV8B_qSd9BhrY1KePjRGmnz8fElr8IWeUb_wtu20/s320/GRAND+CHAMPION+2012.jpg" width="236" /></a></div> Dustin with his cousin Destiny following right behind him (not seen: Josh in front of Dustin) with Dustin's winning Pen of Roosters.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFh8zCboWTo0OFnOHiCKEFskIimIgEh8IsC5JUWVeOPCSLWlb-uIEqTXVXB4fQjXxhaRr1p8WLs7PA0p5xKnTLQTcvZ3a6t4jzJvqKO_-uRfE2f6BDw5P6Tv6rZha7iotdS01TptV251JK/s1600/grandchampion+Wichita+CO+01122012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFh8zCboWTo0OFnOHiCKEFskIimIgEh8IsC5JUWVeOPCSLWlb-uIEqTXVXB4fQjXxhaRr1p8WLs7PA0p5xKnTLQTcvZ3a6t4jzJvqKO_-uRfE2f6BDw5P6Tv6rZha7iotdS01TptV251JK/s320/grandchampion+Wichita+CO+01122012.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Dustin showing off his Grand Champion Buckle for the Pen of Broiler Roosters</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqdY9SOojS5V_Mqk42QA5hWOeouPQzekEdUgDlFEV-_AJ53aGSald8rpipqLvdsIuF-VsBTU0wD2ad3AwC9Y1oTl_cZ_U89PGWxZLWbaI0r2JG81UIpWsN7HKI_lSdFWXi5OS4x5pPgWpa/s1600/IMG_0184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqdY9SOojS5V_Mqk42QA5hWOeouPQzekEdUgDlFEV-_AJ53aGSald8rpipqLvdsIuF-VsBTU0wD2ad3AwC9Y1oTl_cZ_U89PGWxZLWbaI0r2JG81UIpWsN7HKI_lSdFWXi5OS4x5pPgWpa/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div align="center">Dustin showing off his awards for Reserve Grand Champion of Broiler Hens</div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-65608424879456765842010-09-08T06:02:00.000-07:002010-09-08T06:02:56.475-07:00September 8, 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFm6QC-4-hZy4gIGliMWe0l6IbPhnj7Rw-1VxAFCsCfJi8sW9IW_UP8XDu7dlnGkmHkmrCcvp6eLd2LTlGh6nYkJyF5lKnTPAs9DJDlg8XpHNTmTYCSyjzGGYwaodWho9aqoRlgHvoeIhc/s1600/103_3474.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFm6QC-4-hZy4gIGliMWe0l6IbPhnj7Rw-1VxAFCsCfJi8sW9IW_UP8XDu7dlnGkmHkmrCcvp6eLd2LTlGh6nYkJyF5lKnTPAs9DJDlg8XpHNTmTYCSyjzGGYwaodWho9aqoRlgHvoeIhc/s320/103_3474.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dustin Jacob Inge</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Born: 9 Sept 1996</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sherman, TX</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">It's hard to believe that tomorrow you will be 14...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Seems like just yesterday that I was waiting on you to arrive and see your face.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Seems like just yesterday you took your first step.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Seems like just yesterday you said your first word.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Seems like just yesterday you discovered dirt.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Seems like just yesterday that you lost your first tooth.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Where did the time go?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">When did you get so smart?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">When did you stop being scarred of the dark?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Where did that little boy go?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Tomorrow, you celebrate your 14th Birthday and I wish for you the happiest of days, and the happiest of moment's for the rest of your life.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Love Mom!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-large;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUSTIN</span></div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-81371516574854127112010-07-24T07:30:00.001-07:002010-07-24T07:30:34.298-07:00The BOOT Campaign~Show our Troops you Care<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bootcampaign/4710467557/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1305/4710467557_3e22974905_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bootcampaign/4710467557/"></a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/bootcampaign/">The Boot Campaign</a></span></div>A group of women have created a campaign to raise money for our men and women who have volunteered their time to protect our freedoms and out country.... this is their mission:<br /><br />"The Boot Campaign was created to generate American awareness about the needs of our military men and women coming home from combat.<br />The money raised from boot sales will go to the Lone Survivor Foundation and the USO to support our returning active duty and combat veterans.<br /><br />Our military heroes volunteered to put themselves in dangerous, life-threatening situations to preserve human freedom. The Boot Campaign motto is simple…“When they come back, we give back.” The Boot Girls want every person within reach of our website to tangibly give back to our troops by buying a pair of combat boots and proudly wearing or displaying them. " <br /><br />Wont you visit their website and help them make a difference!<br /><br />Please go to http://www.bootcampaign.com <br /><br />and " GET YOUR BOOTS ON"<br /><br />To all our Men and Women who served our country......<br /><br />"THANK YOU!<br clear="all" />Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-1005623491087775172010-04-19T22:25:00.000-07:002010-04-19T22:25:43.645-07:0015 Years Ago.....<div align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wolfhuntress2002/2463868518/" title="Sorrow by Barbwire&Roses, on Flickr"><img alt="Sorrow" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2064/2463868518_6ee3258fdf.jpg" width="356" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">St. Joseph's Old Cathedral</span></strong></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: large;">"And Jesus Wept"</span></em><br />
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</div><div align="center">St. Joseph's is one of the oldest mortar and brick churches in the city and was almost destroyed in the blast. Even though this statute is not associated with the memorial, the statute of Jesus Weeping reminds us of the devastation caused on that horriable day that took so many lives from us.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">On April 19, 1995, Timothy McVeigh entered Oklahoma City at 8:50 am CST. By 9:00, Oklahoma City would be brought to it's knee's.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Timothy McVeigh had planted a bomb inside a Ryder Truck which contained 4,800 pounds of ammonium nitrate fertilizer, nitromethane, and diesel fuel mixture. The bomb would be detonated in front of the north side of the nine-story Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building.<br />
Timothy McVeigh was not the only participating party in this. Also involved was Terry Nichols, <br />
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Terry Nichols would actually stand trial twice for his unspeakable crimes. The federal government tried him first in 1997. He was found quilty of "conspiring to build a weapon of mass destruction" and eight counts of "involuntary manslaughter of federal officers". Terry was sentenced to life without the chance of parole on 4 June 1998. Then in 2000, the State of Oklahoma would get it's chance.... they sought the death-penalty on 161 counts of first-degree murder (160 non-federal agents and one fetus). On May 26, 2004 a jury of his peers would find him quilty of all counts, but could not agree on the death-penalty issue. Judge Steven W. Taylor, presiding judge would decide on a sentence of 161 consecutive life terms without the chance for parole. Later in 2005, acting on a tip; FBI Agents would search a crawl space in <br />
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On April 24, 1997 Timothy McVeigh would stand trial for his part in this horrible attack he executed on Oklahoma City. When all evidence was heard and closing arguments were silenced, it took the jury 23 hours to come back with a verdict. The gury would find McVeigh quilty on eleven counts of murder and conspiracy. The defense for McVeigh tried to get a reduced sentence of "Life in Prision", but it wasn't going to fly this time. McVeigh would be sentenced to DIE!<br />
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In May of 2001, the FBI made it public that they had withheld over 3000 documents from McVeigh's defense team. A stay of execution was ordered until further review of the documents could be made. On June 6, 2001 Judge Richard Paul Matsch ruled that none of the documents could prove McVeigh's innocents and ordered the execution to go forward. Because McVeigh was sentenced to Death in a Federal Court, the President had to approve the execution. Once President George W. Bush approved the execution he was sentenced to die by leathal injection. <br />
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On June 11, 2001 Timothy McVeighs sentence was carried out at a U.S. penitentiary in Terre Haute, Indiana by leathal injection. The execution was witnessed over closed circuit TV so that the relatives of the victims could witness his execution if they so chose to do so. McVeigh's execution would be the first for the Federal Government in 38 years.<br />
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Other accomplices were Michael and Terry Fortier. Michael helped case the Murry Building prior to the bombing and his wife Terry helped laminate the fake ID that would later be used to rent the Ryder Truck that was used in the bombing. In exchange for his testimony against McVeigh and Nichols, Fortier received a reduced sentence and his wife received immunity by the request of her husband for his testimony. Fortiner was released early on good behavior and is now in the Witness Protection Program<br />
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In the wake of this devastation, Congress has enacted new legislation, new safeguards have been set in place for current Federal Building and new construction guidelines have also been created for new construction. In wake of the attack on Oklahoma City, the new security measures put in place at all Federal Buildings cost in excess of $600 million.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wolfhuntress2002/2463868872/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Rembering............. by Barbwire&Roses, on Flickr"><img alt="Rembering............." height="357" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2017/2463868872_2ce1228f06.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oklahoma City Memorial</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The outdoor symbolic Memorial was dedicated on April 19, 2000. The Memorial Museum was dedicated on Presidents Day on February 19, 2001.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My first visit to the memorial was in October of 2007 with my mom and cousin who were visiting for the first time from Michigan. I was not really sure what to expect when I arrived. The first thing that I came to was the chain link fence that leads up to the large walls that seperate the outside world from the inside where the reflection pool is located and the chairs that represent each of the 168 victims who lost their life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The first that I remember seeing was this mass ocean of flowers, teddy bears and the one thing that stood out the most was a "Fireman's Jacket".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ9AdRa0D8zhCTGB7G5wkwJla2JmyL7qyuOvwN-oRCmpVTO8fFRmpZEre1ECTqbPYKwOzr-l70CvsDtmZAkkfMn1-ZQY0q57Mk5cwYwkBWcD6esMnmuCVmG_ofOUqhDb2DhNhTcx_g0r_K/s1600/img762.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ9AdRa0D8zhCTGB7G5wkwJla2JmyL7qyuOvwN-oRCmpVTO8fFRmpZEre1ECTqbPYKwOzr-l70CvsDtmZAkkfMn1-ZQY0q57Mk5cwYwkBWcD6esMnmuCVmG_ofOUqhDb2DhNhTcx_g0r_K/s320/img762.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">photo taken by: Rene Young</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">The photos above were taken in October of 2007 and the amount of offerings to remember victims by is overwhelming. A friend who worked the OK City Bombing told me that the stuff is frequently collected after a time and placed in storage. At that time, no one knew exactly what to do with all the stuff.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After you get past the fence and all the gifts you come to a large wall with an opening in it. At the top of the wall it reads: <em>We come here to remember those who were killed, those who survived and those changed forever. May all who leave here know the impact of violence. May this memorial offer comfort, strength, peace, hope and serenity.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>As I entered the "Gates of Time" it was as if time stood still!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once inside the reflection pool area it was as if the whole world had stopped. I don't remember hearing the outside traffic noise. One forgets your in the heart of downtown Oklahoma City. My heart stopped and by breath was taken away by the tranquility of the moment and what I was experiencing. I reflected back to the day this event had taken place and remembered where I was when I saw what had happened. I remember seeing all the devastation on TV. I couldn't believe that something like this had hit so close to home. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But as I stood in side, I began to realize the magnitude of the events that had taken place on April 15, 1995. While I knew no one who had been killed, I could not help control the amount of emotions that began flooding my being.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As you enter the gates you are asked to remain silent in rememberance of those lives lost here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNegKO9iN2b7G1kWmVWtoQmz8YZrtPANUnDgUPwOme2rlcz75hWaLZix1xPaP3KYiXj6yQlz7lsAwxQWgFNMWjxK7wbbz3vWsHdJuFq5jw5YTnzjNpBnGt1vqt3NRCuVEoG5o0iuIo5EfA/s1600/img769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNegKO9iN2b7G1kWmVWtoQmz8YZrtPANUnDgUPwOme2rlcz75hWaLZix1xPaP3KYiXj6yQlz7lsAwxQWgFNMWjxK7wbbz3vWsHdJuFq5jw5YTnzjNpBnGt1vqt3NRCuVEoG5o0iuIo5EfA/s320/img769.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">photo by: Rene Young</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As you enter the door through the "<a href="http://host.newspin360.net/okcnationalmemorial2/">Gates of Time</a>" you see another wall and in between them is a winding stair area for visitors to work their way through. On the other side of the wall you first see the reflection pool in front of you and to your right the chairs that represent those who lost their lives. At night the chairs light up so that visitors my see them in the reflection pool. If one will look closely, they will notice there are two different size chairs. The smaller of the two represent the children who lost their lives in the blast. On the birthday's of the victims, the light in the chair is changed to a different color so. The wall at the end of the reflection pool reads 9:01 am (the time just before the bomb exploded) and the wall you pass through as you enter into the reflection pool reads 9:03 am (the time that everything stopped). The bomb exploded at 9:02.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To the left is a walk way that leads to the Museum. As you approach the front you will see a wall which was made from tiles created by school children across the USA.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is a photo of one of the many individual tiles that create the wall in front of the Museum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In front of the wall is a large "CHALK BOARD" area for children to write messages to the victims and their families. Because it is hard for children to remain quiet, this is a place for them to express their feelings and emotions without silence....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The folowing photos were taken by Rene Corwin during our visit to the Memorial. My youngest son Dustin and her grandson Gabe both left messages for the victims and their familes. While Gabe was really to young to realize what was going on, my youngest son was not. His message touched my heart and made me stop and realize just how this event touched everyone; even those to young to know. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">those who were killed, those who survived</div><div style="text-align: center;">and those changed forever.</div><div style="text-align: center;">May all who leave here know the impact of violence.</div><div style="text-align: center;">May this memorial offer comfort, strength,</div><div style="text-align: center;">peace, hope and serenity.</div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-32316547469000619072010-04-04T11:01:00.000-07:002010-04-04T14:00:22.059-07:00Happy Easter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSNkVpUc7dEr5MYYCo_QSA3FUda6qmIVqFeeKN74EDM0C-4vb4BcdYBs87dj6b7nWQE5ioWxOsnLba8_5uzmri-PuZL7U9j0yREykQewSj2-UmegvbyHc6l_ZeokrhLqgHE3ImJvMhZ-bY/s1600/Wagon+Ride+03302010+073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSNkVpUc7dEr5MYYCo_QSA3FUda6qmIVqFeeKN74EDM0C-4vb4BcdYBs87dj6b7nWQE5ioWxOsnLba8_5uzmri-PuZL7U9j0yREykQewSj2-UmegvbyHc6l_ZeokrhLqgHE3ImJvMhZ-bY/s320/Wagon+Ride+03302010+073.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Photo taken by: Robin Inge</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Gordon Lake"</div><div style="text-align: center;">March 30, 2010</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well First, I would like to wish everyone a very "Happy Easter". </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Earlier in the week, my mother told me about an email she had gotten regarding "Pine Tree's" and Easter. The email said that when Spring arrives, the pine tree's begin their new growth and can be seen by the new sprouts at the top of the tree. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She then said the email went on to say that on Easter Sunday, the spouts open and form a cross. I don't know how true it is, but I have take the photo above to show what the tree looked like earlier in the week. I will update this a little later with another photo to see if the story is true.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Well, they don't look like I expected. However, with the way the weather has been lately I wonder if the warm and cold temperature changes have something to do with it. Judge for yourself!</div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-10853755377397124312010-03-22T19:55:00.000-07:002010-03-22T19:55:28.838-07:00How I would use an Apple iPadSo, recently I happened across a new company called <a href="http://print24.com/us-en/">PRINT 24</a> on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000497957850#!/print24.us?ref=ts">Facebook</a>. I noticed they were giving away an Apple iPad and thought it would come in handy so decided to enter the contest. Here is what you have to do.... Write an article and post it to your blog about how you would use the iPad and then link it back to <a href="http://print24.com/blog/2010/03/win-a-brand-new-apple-ipad/">here</a>. Simple!<br />
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As a single mom who works a full time job and a full time student, I have a pretty busy schedule. My youngest son is involved in Boy Scouts and they do weekly meetings, community projects, work days and various activities; along with monthly campouts every month of the year regardless of the weather conditions. Since we live in Texas that seems to be a big order here lately, never know minute to minute what that is going to be here lately. Just this weekend, I went hicking on one day with tempretures in the 70's and sunny and that evening as we got off the mountain it turned to rain and by night fall it was sleeting and we work to 2 inches of snow. My boyfriend works the Oil and Gas Refinery business as a Safty Man and sometimes a piper; therefore he travels about 80-90% of the year. We get his daughter every other weekend and various holidays and are constantly running and planning activities when they are home. So my life is constantly going in a hundred different directions. Then when you throw in my school schedule and My hobbies of photography and volunteering with the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation you can only imagine what kind of calendar I keep. I have one for each project. Plus, my calendar at work on my computer and two on my computer at home. <br />
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Recently my son transferred scout troops and I was elected to be in charge of scheduling the campouts for the troop. So I have to keep up with where they have been, where they are going, deposits, who is going where and who has what. With Ronnie, I have to keep up with his travel dates for work, mileage and all his what nots that he throws my way. Dustin has all his merit badges that I keep up with and what date he is doing what training and where he needs to be for volunteer work. I have homework assignements, test, projects for school and recently I started doing photography and genealogy research for a side business and I need a personal assistant. <br />
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If I was to win the iPad I could keep everyone's schedule at my finger tips and wold be able to stay on task without having a hundred different calendars for each and every job I do. Don't get me wrong, I can find anything they need at the drop of a hat, but only when I get to where my calendars are. This way if they call me, I would have it right there and be able to answer any question they had regarding their schedule. The best part is if I had the iPad, I could give them the paper version of my schedule and they could look themselves. :) (Just a thought)!<br />
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The other thing it would help me do is have a more flexiable way of scheduling events and task for the family.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">"COWGIRL UP"</span></strong></div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-62250085785334070532010-03-17T18:52:00.000-07:002010-03-17T18:52:03.977-07:00Seriously.....OK! To the stalker I've had watching me wanting to see what I'm doing.... I have tried my hardest to tell you I know who you are. But I guess your not that smart and obviously cant read because your still there. So here are the rules:<br />
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1. I COULD CARE LESS WHETHER YOUR WATCHING OR NOT. (I am truly flattered you dont have anything better to do that spend your time with me).....<br />
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2. COWGIRL UP! Put your BIG GIRL panties on and DEAL WITH LIFE! ( In english: GET OVER IT)... time to move on.<br />
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3. If you can't understand Rule 1 or 2 see rule 4.<br />
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. GET A FREAKING LIFE OF YOUR OWN! Any future issues just email me. BE A BIG GIRL!<br />
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To those of you who may see this, and just stoppin by to say hi or see what life is doing in Wichita Falls, please continue to stop by. We just happen to have one RAT in the wood pile who seems that life has nothing better than to follow me and see what dirt she might be able to find. She seems consumed with something she has no control over and instead of moving on and accepting life wants to make life for other Miserable.<br />
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However, what she don't realize is she is the miseable one and needs to grow up. After all these years and still comsumed with bitterness. She ought to count her blessing and be thankful that the ones in her life are there instead of trying to push them away. Instead of thinking about herself, she might ought to think about those that are more important... But since she is so consumed with bitterness and revenage I guess she is to busy to see what is truly important. I find it quiet sad that she can't enjoy the beautiful day we have outside enjoying life. We are.......<br />
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Off to spend the day having fun with kids and family.... Hope all are having a wonderful Spring Break!Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-72784479748106050352010-03-17T10:42:00.000-07:002010-03-17T10:42:52.929-07:00Happy St. Patrick's Day<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">May love and laughter light your days,</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">and warm your heart and home.</div><div style="text-align: center;">May good and faithful friends be yours,</div><div style="text-align: center;">wherever you may roam.</div><div style="text-align: center;">May peace and plenty bless your world</div><div style="text-align: center;">with joy that long endures.</div><div style="text-align: center;">May all life's passing seasons</div><div style="text-align: center;">bring the best to you and yours!</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Patrick%27s_Day">History:</a></span></strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;">St. Patricks day is always celebrated on the 17th day of March unless if falls on a day during "Holy Week" (Last week of Lent and the week before Easter). This even has happened in 1940 and 2008. The next St. Patricks day will not fall during <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy_Week">"Holy Week"</a> unti the year 2160. The holiday was named after St. Patrick; one of the most recognized patron Saints of Ireland. St. Patricks Day began as a pure Catholic Holiday and had turned into an official fest day by the early 1600's. The color green was not the color recognized orginally by the Patron St. Patrick, but instead the color was <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Patrick%27s_blue">blue</a>. In the early 17th Century, green ribbons and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shamrock">shamrocks</a> were worn in celebration of the holiday, thus changing the color to green. It is said that St. Patrick used the 3-leaf plant to explain the "Holy Trinity" to pre-christian Irish. It is also said that Ireland has celebrated St. Patrick's Day since the early 1600's. In 1903 St. Patricks Day became an official holiday in Ireland; thanks to the Bank Holiday (Ireland) Act 1903, an Act of the United Kingdom Parliament introduced by the Irish MP James O'Mara..</div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-71574049075649733362010-01-04T19:41:00.000-08:002010-01-04T19:41:53.702-08:00Happy New YearWell, today was my first day back to work and let me say it was a mess. Next week is registration for Spring 2010 at the college so everyone that I didn't see and even some of those that I already saw before Christmas came in or called or both today. When I arrived this morning at 7:30 am they were already in line to see me and the phone was ringing off the hook. Not to mention some 80+ voicemails that I had. Hello, my voicemail message stated: "<strong>DO NOT LEAVE A MESSAGE</strong>" we will not monitor or return our calls and will be OUT till Jan 4. Do people not listen? I spent 90% of my day repeating my self because people dont listen. How do they expect to pass classes if they dont listen? Oh, and the majority of them are not kids just out of highschool, they are ADULTS! You heard me!<br />
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I hope that everyone had a wonderful Christmas and an enjoyable and safe New Year. Did you get what you wanted from Santa. I did! Ronnie was able to be at home with us through the New Year before he had to return to work. He called to let me know he arrived safely. I hate when he is gone, but in the economy we have right now, I am glad he has a job. We got to spend New Years with our friends and family and had a blast playing the WII and laughing our butts off at everyone making a fool of themselves. <br />
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I had wished for "A White Christmas" also, and got it and then some. I have lived in Texas all my life and have never seen that much snow in one place other than on the TV or picures. WOW! Let me tell you, non of us here were prepared for it. I stayed my happy little butt in the house. NOT because Ronnie said so either... but I did take it into consideration. Figured the pain on not getting out was way less than that of hearing him grip at me. LOL! On top of that, it was a lot worse than I thought it was. I could not believe the amount of cars stranded in the snow on Christmas Morning as we drove from Wichita Falls, to Electra TX. WOW! I did enjoy the snow though... it was absolutely beautiful.<br />
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Anyway, to all of you who pass through.... please have a wonderful, safe, loving and eventful 2010! Stop by and say hi once in a while....<br />
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New Years Resolution: To Enjoy this year to the fullest and make each moment a memory!Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-28833921774801889192009-12-17T13:08:00.000-08:002009-12-17T13:08:25.327-08:00Almost Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitAVfyQ71n0SUXuUl2sEA48SvfXE00jXzSh05hp8pTrbha8YPdClvoGJPzlz07uHvpYSlYNzZ0ksd8sArMipcELo1NIjVjzqMQ8KbQFxzdbdOley5okAcoWDUkEtRovB9Whj4HUWsMjgoe/s1600-h/ce152e66-732e-44a5-8d98-086309d09a8d-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitAVfyQ71n0SUXuUl2sEA48SvfXE00jXzSh05hp8pTrbha8YPdClvoGJPzlz07uHvpYSlYNzZ0ksd8sArMipcELo1NIjVjzqMQ8KbQFxzdbdOley5okAcoWDUkEtRovB9Whj4HUWsMjgoe/s320/ce152e66-732e-44a5-8d98-086309d09a8d-1.jpg" /></a><br />
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My favorite memories are from Christmas' Past when my grandmother and great-grandmother would rush us off to bed and tuck us in and tell us to hurry off to sleep so Santa would be on his way. My dad would pop in once in a while and tell us that he heard Santa was stuck up in the mountains because of the snow and my sister and I would worry if he was going to make it. I would sneak a peek to see if it had started snowing or listen for the sounds of hooves on the roof top. While waiting to grab a glimpse of Santa, we would drift off to sleep...<br />
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...Morning would come arrive and Kris and I would pop out of bed, before anyone was awake (so we thought). As we ran into the living room to see what Santa brought, we would find my grandmothers already hard at work on Christmas Dinner. I still remember the smells of my Great-Grandmother's house as if she were here now. My Aunt, Grandpa, Dad and both my grandmother's would all be present and away we would go to open the presents. <br />
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Now that I am all grown up and have children of my own, it is still those memories that I remember and what I so very much want for my children. Now that I look back, I realize it wasn't what was in the boxes that was so important, but the memories that stayed from those Christmas gone by.<br />
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To each and everyone who stops by Just Another Day.... please take a moment this Christmas Season and remember those special moments. We often forget the little things that mean so much. It is not what is inside that box that you will remember in the years ahead, but the love that was placed in picking that gift, and the special care and love that was given when picking out the paper and tieing that last bow. To you and your family, I wish each and everyone a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!<br />
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</div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-64185853095702724102009-12-04T04:19:00.000-08:002009-12-04T04:20:11.626-08:00BURNT TOAST<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRhp3tj8Id7KPeIRU4aIx-25RTDIG9JUoNnrXulSDaLCz3QwKJaUYBLwPxZy_5cCE0Km4GrljJ0Vx_NnEyTAm8MH42N2uuBECtk9Fcymf9wYcRXx1Twzz7TVZ90jBYL8bNT5RQiSsrYFe1/s1600-h/securedownload.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRhp3tj8Id7KPeIRU4aIx-25RTDIG9JUoNnrXulSDaLCz3QwKJaUYBLwPxZy_5cCE0Km4GrljJ0Vx_NnEyTAm8MH42N2uuBECtk9Fcymf9wYcRXx1Twzz7TVZ90jBYL8bNT5RQiSsrYFe1/s320/securedownload.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I was a little boy, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yet, all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite! I got up from the table, and I heard my mom apologize to my dad for burning the toast. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll never forget what he said. 'Baby, I love burned toast.'<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night, and asked if he really liked his toast burned. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He wrapped me in his arms and said, 'Little Buddy, Momma had a hard day at work today and she's real tired. Besides, a little burnt toast never hurt anyone! Life is full of imperfect things, and imperfect people. Personnaly, I'm not the best at some things either.' I've learned over the years that learning to accept each other's faults, and choosing to celebrate each other's differences, is one of the most important steps to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship. This could be extended to any relationship because understanding is the base on which any relationship is built, be it husband-wife, parent-child, or in friendship. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket but into your own. No one else can MAKE you happy, your happiness is a choice you make. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">People will always forget what you do, they will forget what you <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">say, but will never, ever forget the way you make them feel. <br />
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</div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-73811492123774951522009-10-26T08:20:00.001-07:002009-10-26T08:20:58.296-07:00The Moon<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wolfhuntress2002/4045307036/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2458/4045307036_35a26c8e31_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wolfhuntress2002/4045307036/">The Moon</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/wolfhuntress2002/">wolfhuntress2002</a></span></div>My youngest son got to visit Three Rivers Astonomy Camp this weekend with his Astonomy Club that he joined at school this year. This was the photo that he captured of the moon. He took the photo with his camera looking through the telescope. Not bad for 13 I dont think. They didn't get to see as much as they wanted since we had cloud cover begin to form late in the afternoon here in West Texas. However, they cooked out and got to have a great trip anyway. They were able to get a few pics though....<br clear="all" />Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-44747489391803519632009-10-06T19:31:00.000-07:002009-10-06T19:31:40.157-07:00"Where the Wild Things Are"... by Maurice Sendak<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwlyR8KYSyg73eTK3hxSeRX_C67Wx7eD4GdMCA7BXIBhfjKoPodjwsFasUMDyCvOvxnOFtTgOQ7xKcum5gHRk1pyL2YvQfxHnods7e4zQNDG1jjVg-FQmMtlDlCqOSq0Rr0w4T1N1keTMO/s1600-h/WHERE+THE+WILD+THINGS+ARE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwlyR8KYSyg73eTK3hxSeRX_C67Wx7eD4GdMCA7BXIBhfjKoPodjwsFasUMDyCvOvxnOFtTgOQ7xKcum5gHRk1pyL2YvQfxHnods7e4zQNDG1jjVg-FQmMtlDlCqOSq0Rr0w4T1N1keTMO/s320/WHERE+THE+WILD+THINGS+ARE.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">In Theaters: OCTOBER 16, 2009</span></strong><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am so excited about this movie.... This was a childhood favorite of mine and most of my children when they were young. This will be a definite on the christmas list this year....<br />
</div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-6210783175903569962009-10-01T07:42:00.000-07:002009-10-01T07:42:01.689-07:00TWO HORSES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8fkBmUTJ7qsq_gFxJZsWNjSDhYRugISnz1lCWXylsMHUN_jxSzd5rb17S5p7VXHuI06KqezOT6e_FjhU2W7xgbSU4diPPWVOGQlg-C2JUNr92P7iPDA6WsXAhp-_7pLfwXY246upu1GX/s1600-h/securedownload.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8fkBmUTJ7qsq_gFxJZsWNjSDhYRugISnz1lCWXylsMHUN_jxSzd5rb17S5p7VXHuI06KqezOT6e_FjhU2W7xgbSU4diPPWVOGQlg-C2JUNr92P7iPDA6WsXAhp-_7pLfwXY246upu1GX/s320/securedownload.jpg" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em>There is a field, with two horses in it.</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse.</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>notice something quite amazing. Looking into the eyes</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>good home for him.</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>This alone is amazing.</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>the sound, you will see that it comes from the</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>smaller horse in the field.</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Attached to the horse's halter is a small bell.</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>It lets the blind friend know where the other</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>horse is, so he can follow...</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>As you stand and watch these two horses, you'll see</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>that the horse with the bell is always checking on the</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen for</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>the bell and then slowly walk to where the other</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>horse is, trusting that he will not be led astray.</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>of the barn each evening, it stops occasionally and</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>looks back, making sure that the blind friend isn't</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>too far behind to hear the bell.</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Like the owners of these two horses, God does not</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>throw us away just because we are not perfect or</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>because we have problems or challenges.</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>He watches over us and even brings others into our</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>ives to help us when we are in need.</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>the little ringing bell of those who God places in</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>our lives.</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Other times we are the guide horse, helping others</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>to find their way....</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Good friends are like that... you may not always</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>see them, but you know they are always there.</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours.</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>And remember...be kinder than necessary - everyone</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>you meet is fighting some kind of battle.</em><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Live simply,</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> Love generously,</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Care deeply,</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> Speak kindly.....</span></strong><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> Leave the rest to God... <br />
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</div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-82635343487686597222009-09-29T21:07:00.001-07:002009-09-29T21:07:06.082-07:00Pippi Longstocking<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ichabodhides/2140312963/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2166/2140312963_2092a560b0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ichabodhides/2140312963/">Pippi Longstocking</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ichabodhides/">ichabodhides</a></span></div>This is what I am gonna be for HALLOWEEN! I can't wait... I have not seen Pippi since the night my sister went into labor with my niece Christian. She called at about 2 am and told me she was in labor. I didn't believe her. I had played some nasty tricks on her while she was pregnant and I though she was just playing around. While talking to her, I was watching the TV and noticed that Pippi was on HBO... so I sat there for a spelll and watched TV. She called me about 4 wanting to know where I was and told her walking out the door... ! The deal was she was being induced that morning... so I thought what's the hurry!<br clear="all" />Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-45924227534351133752009-09-26T07:51:00.000-07:002009-09-26T07:56:31.809-07:00Meet Copper<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBMj988kQrZ-1WSynwj_2Myw3JWoKD9hAE0kKKqRAP0OfEQFiYrqFyg7NeXyIygfZaeGue15b4aY1AHL0y0ZB9mDeCPPwVyajXQPcqXIcvzVPGmCI0h9ThqbnrOo-P8kxsz5HL9Meq-94/s1600-h/SDC11989.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385789701505186930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBMj988kQrZ-1WSynwj_2Myw3JWoKD9hAE0kKKqRAP0OfEQFiYrqFyg7NeXyIygfZaeGue15b4aY1AHL0y0ZB9mDeCPPwVyajXQPcqXIcvzVPGmCI0h9ThqbnrOo-P8kxsz5HL9Meq-94/s320/SDC11989.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Photo taken by: Robin Inge</span></em> </div><div align="center"> </div>This is Dustin's new BEST FRIEND Copper. He got him for his birthday and this is the first weekend that they have been apart. Let me tell you, I'm not sure how Dustin is holding up, as he is on a Canoe trip with the Scout Troop 15 down on the Brazo's River this weekend, but it is hard on Copper.... and I both. He didn't want to sleep last night, so for the first time since moving to a new home, he actually slept outside. I couldn't get any sleep... he wanted to play and make noise all night. He made 1000 trips back and forth to Dustin's room. He'd sit in front of the door and watch and hope the door would open and Dustin would let him in. He don't know what's going on.Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-71983831977437465352009-09-16T16:08:00.000-07:002009-09-16T14:16:25.786-07:00ThanksgivingWell, this was originally posted last year! But I have such a wonderful family I wanted to share it again. My family gives above and beyond and I want them to know that I love them very much! This video is dedicated to Ronnie, Rosalee, Wenona, Michael, Dustin, Christian, Raegan and Madi. I love each of you very much and hope that you all know how very much you are loved and appreciated. <br /><br />"Me"<br /><br /><br /><br /><embed name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=" width="408" height="382" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=5306842b9798f1d1c649db&skin_id=1703&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com"></embed><br /><div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 15px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px/20px verdana,arial,sans-serif; WIDTH: 408px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=5306842b9798f1d1c649db&skin_id=1703&source=emplay" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/5306842b9798f1d1c649db/1703.gif" width="408" /></a><br /><a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt4" target="_blank">Make an on-line slideshow at <span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div><br /><br />So, it's been a few months since I stopped in and wanted to say hi to all my friends. If you take the time to watch this video, you will see life has been pretty busy around our house. Thanksgiving this year, really was special to me and wanted to share a little of why with you.<br /><br />I began working on this video as a Christmas Present for Rosalee... as I worked on it, I realized just how much I had to be thankful for and just how lucky I was. This past year has been filled with ups and downs... but life has had a way of seeing me through. Recently I found a wonderful job that I truly love and enjoy.<br /><br />Through in a wonderful family and what else could a person need. Raegan tells, everyone she is not reach, but she is wealthy. You know, she is right... she is! We all are! Most of us measure our wealth in $$$$.... well we are much richer when we stop and take account our familes and the small things we have. I have been blessed with wonderful children, nieces and nephews, my father and grandmother and now with a whole new family. I am very Thankful for what I have and couldn't ask for anything more.<br /><br />While the world around us falls apart we should stop and thing about what we truly have and give thanks for what God has given us. Most of us spend our time worring about what we dont have and what everyone else around us has.<br /><br />People spend there life making others around them miserable instead of taking the time to just appreciate what they have. Life would be so much better if we would just slow down and be thankful and appreciate what we have......<br /><br />"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away."Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-26731479275656212042009-09-14T19:47:00.000-07:002009-09-14T19:52:57.581-07:00MONDAY!!!!Well, class was full of information. My brain is in overload and have to study for my test tomorrow night. Work was uneventful today, which by the way is nice for a change. This is probably the first slow day I have had since Fall Registration. However, soon enough it will speed back up and kick into gear for Spring Registration. Can you believe it, 2010 is just around the corner. Where did the time go? Our annual <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.walkersforlife.blogspot.com">Breath of Life Gala for Cystic Fibrosis </a>is rapidly approaching as well. I sure hope that it is a successful one since our donations have not reached the goal yet.<br /><br />Just want to send a special " I LOVE YOU"! out to Ronnie to let him know that I love him very much and miss him even more. I hope that you will be home soon...<br /><br />Night all!Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-80407468948543749512009-09-11T06:15:00.001-07:002009-09-11T06:33:32.857-07:00September 11, 2001: Remembering<div align="center">That morning as I drove to school, I had just pulled onto campus and was driving pass the tennis courts when they announced over the radio that a plane had crashed into one of the Twin Towers in New York City. I really didn't know the devastation at that time. I walked into Fred Romanski's Research Class and mentioned in and no one yet knew what was going on. We just thought there had been a plane crash. As we went down to the library to start our assignments, we happened to pass Mr. Owen's history class. They were watching the events unfold on the local news. About the time, I stopped in the door way to see what was happing, the second plane crashed into the towers. At that moment I knew this was not just another plane crash. After class, I drove to McKinney for work at Chili's. I can say the silence inside the restaurant was chiling. I don't think I have seen that sort of emotion ever. Every table I had prayed, spoke to other strangers and asked if you were ok. My grandmother called me at work to make sure I was ok and to see if I knew what was going on. I remember feeling empty that day and not truly understanding the magnatude of the day's events.<br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The following photos are pictures taken from other photographers that were there on that horrible day in America's history. Please take a moment to remember those who lost their lives and the families of those lost. Let's also not forget those who survived that dreaded day and those who risked their lives to help those in need....</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.musarium.com/stories/magnum911/05.html"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380198439631519698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-DOOy_ss348SM80MLo8l6WmaFxbCXTkgHdqKX4ZUzHF3ZQI3k6b9FQIcQJOMi9i6U44G_24tuVIEzz9B6Phm-Wv0365LFDU8Ftr5tRe6a47RYiZ2qaFI5fc38jiYkuw_7fydAXe6Gw_NQ/s320/05mccurry.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><em>photo taken by: <strong>Steve McCurry</strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center">The atmosphere was so heavy. Everybody knew the weight of the situation. I was just trying to translate into film what I was actually feeling — horror and loss. </div><div align="center">This was a whole other level of evil</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.musarium.com/stories/magnum911/07.html"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380198432179811842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdV2GfjxHmfNS_FlWChZutmjvJwCxIXkVnGxBh1m8djW9hdzzj4sseXBf3iqcClah-6yxSjthf4Jib5mavro1ihqqIPDgQ_7LXtvedAI1ouWH2olsZTcKqw-NCOP5OH1tLvfNVxcQeWgsk/s320/07reed.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><em>photo taken by: <strong>Eli Reed</strong></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">It seemed so incongruous, an emergency worker with a small hammer, laboring in this vast destruction.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380198423958559154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixZgCG2nwKp51o65XVku_kBAXGH9Jfq9g4RNW9zGJlBOupsYef_tw0-mCDKfay8Cbr7Z_bsw75DSypk5T1tpfyU_O2fdGFOYxfXMLoppqP6Ek4FVkB_zxvtuxhMa-ruZu40Fli3OI8RrKE/s320/04mccurry.jpg" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo taken by: </span><strong>Steve McCurry</strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center">The destruction was total. It hadn't stopped at the last thirty floors, or the last ten. There was only this shell. You couldn't believe your eyes.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><em>"life is not measured by the number of breath's we take, but instead by the number of moments that take our breath away"</em><br /></div><br />Some of those moments are not always happy ones. We must never forget the events and lives touch or lossed on this dreadful day in America's history.....Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-50277455566045426502009-09-08T20:29:00.000-07:002009-09-08T20:58:48.316-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUSTIN<div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">YOU FINALLY DID IT! YOU MADE IT TO BE A TEENAGER!</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379307777708381522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGU1NQ4GaTqtFyFPf6MCV6H3CF-rX073OlwTeIgpsZwCfF1cWKYd1lTQZ1mnEx6seWs-_0ZgXG2z6XRBlaLQyLEa8YSx5V9pYsAHdx-hPZigdPRTr25Wl6Z7cH4Z-evYP5iF7LXl8raWDJ/s320/09-10-96+(3).jpg" /><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">PHOTO TAKEN BY: Aunt Kristi shortly after birth</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"Look at all that Hair"</span></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em>Dustin was born on Sept. 9, 1996 at 8:55am at Wilson N Jones Hospital in Sherman TX. He weighted a whopping 8lbs 13.2 oz and 21 inches long. After his first week of life he started to show signs of something wrong, but no one could put there finger on it. The second week was spent in the hospital and at the end of that week still nothing. Beginning of week three he was sent to Children's Medical Center with a disorder called "Pyloricstenosis". It affected a muscle at the opening of the lining to his stomach which caused him not to be able to digest his formula. Buy this time Dustin barely weighted 6lbs. At the age of 2, he had his first Serious Asthma Attach which landed him in the hospital again on top of the many number of visits we had spent already.</em></strong><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379307781716963442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99dscN4xRqP-RVUl2sV_PAuEJVs3MaiwOSxZ2wwJHsk55oi1V6sy48EAtGNAzRdVOUX0BiRKN6z2RIWQavD_-mY2ZTDO08jLS01b07Z1r-SALAr3u-kBY3q8YT3-EDk6W1_Duulgb5BiJ/s320/img588.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Dustin and his Aunt Vicki at Des' 1st Birthday</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo taken by: Chris Franko</span></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">However, the hospital visits didn't stop Dustin, he loved to play outdoors and love his Aunt Vickie and his Granny Cissy and Nana. He loved being outside and playing in the dirt like any other boy would. He was a handful. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379307789325849538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT_cSA02dlTG2offpAbcoqTvDeGKhTAyOsHR48ZyQ4fjr92DsUmE577UOdGmc8FizDC4R2jmNJwCwQ7PD2Tsm3sOpa6CMK1c7CvozcQ9w2VdDaC00qrlS-mym9pJLlDKx9DkkfPdZ_VcOS/s320/103_3474.jpg" /><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Photo taken by: Robin R. Inge</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Dustin Summer 2008</span></em></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Dustin has grown into a fine young boy who loves to hunt, fish, build stuff, explore and just have fun. And still, he is a handful. Tomorrow he will be 13... the sign of the start of manhood, teen-hood, maturity! Dustin is a hardworker and usually trys his best at everything he does. Sometimes he has to have a little nudge here and there, but dont we all. Tomorrow is a little sad for me ...because my baby of 4 will be 13. WOW! That mean's I'm the mother of 4 teens too. UGG! Well, I guess that is what God planned!</strong></div><strong></strong><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>Dustin, I want you to know that I love you very much. You and I have been through a lot together and we have come a long way. You have worked so hard this summer and I want you to know how very proud of you I am. I hope that you will always have that curiosity and drive that you have now. Don't ever let anyone tell you that you can't do something, because this weekend, building your fishpond, you proved that your very smart and when you set your mind to it you can do anything you want to. I love you with all my heart!</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-90939801688951203572009-09-07T07:38:00.001-07:002009-09-07T08:17:32.764-07:00Dustin's ImaginationA few weekends ago, we went and spent the day with Rosalee and watched the Hotter 'N Hell 100. After it was over, everyone went and helped Papa clean out the fish pond in their backyard. While dumping the old water from the pump, we discovered that baby catfish had been hatched. So, Rosalee and Dustin began scoppin them up and putting them into a clean tub of water. Dustin being the inquisitive one wanted to know if they would grow in his fish tank. So he came home with 4. Rosalee told him when they got to big for his tank to bring them back and they would release them. That state triggered a weekend project for Dustin and a life time or worry for the rest of us, because when he gets a project in his mind, non of us are going to get any sleep till it is complete.... <div><div align="center"><div><br />Friday night, while I was in my office working on homework and the boys were watching tv or doing what boys do, I could hear Dustin outside working and getting into something. I went to check and he was rock hunting back in the woods behind our house. So I left him alone.....</div><div> </div><div>The next morning I woke early and went outside to see what the day was looking like and saw something strange in my yard....</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378739299209764114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ_Z39zFDusy1F-uy4XQ1ueVDer3a6k_lGOS3gX0sdtysqLnp879DgsauhXSJdBebpUGT_9Esc15zAE7Ce680m2Bt4RCQbzdrZT1lI8yybWFj0KwZh421YD15m8UzknoCxQV1nP2G8bmay/s320/102_1524.JPG" /></div><em>(all of the stuff was either found at the house or in the woods)<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378739316867171682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUI9Xutj5MN0xSYwxeSEJn__0fFREKVs4wooFWvQzez-HiKCTmSsSEltIevZ0cQL9dR-P6PBep0x644fqpACM9pl3uz7FMRqpQoHVK_e04yX4zkamxwCWr_TIBbyRTKnJKGjArC3nvHJ-h/s320/102_1526.JPG" /></em></div><div align="center"><strong>ITEMS TO CREATE YOUR OWN BACKYARD POND</strong></div><div align="center">1. GREEN PLASTIC THING: once home to our guinea pigs</div><div align="center">2. BLUE PLASTIC THING: part of a child slide found out in woods (FREE)</div><div align="center">3. ROCKS: all found out in the woods. Note: large center rock is actually piece of concrete once used to anchor pole in ground that was split in half</div><div align="center">4. CINDER BLOCKS: found in woods (new probably $5.00 each) total he has 4</div><div align="center">5. WOODEN PALLET: PART of my dang porch.....to keep things off ground and getting wet</div><div align="center">6. WHITE PLASTIC BUCKET: ronnie brought home with dirty laundry in it</div><div align="center">7. METAL BUCKET: HAD a plant in it</div><div align="center">8. T-POST: Found in woods: I think $5.00 each</div><div align="center">9. FISH TANK CLEANING HOSE: use to make water flow: DUSTIN'S, $9.99 @ petco</div><div align="center">10. STICKS: found in woods: Dustin says to make look more natural...</div><div align="center">11. WATER HOSE: LEFT ON ALL NIGHT: Have not gotten water bill yet</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378739308891422114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1qdLtE8JB1pjefA1Kgxiehn7fMCg3NjQVWxlkq72gZm3t0T02Xvjr3wHso1R6l1b3-UExbKfKKtMnYQRQzkt1Bz5lQ2dsLyBsXSY6vyrH6HphCYh0vA3fwjSh0DecB0KlXMk6Q7-hydF/s320/102_1525.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><strong>My SONS Imagination: Priceless</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378739325315050738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFdkvJeiboewSFxe2Tl2ItzTngNhjAlX0WmwdYviE6oxSTyduR8lvEc9PMNJUOaF39hM3yrGstU07NwzfwwEIUVAvej14yrt41NqFSMj1qa6ZZkxim5MlgFvobH7JvZypPYppj0Z-ououT/s320/102_1527.JPG" /></div></div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-1552784320311884632009-09-07T06:17:00.000-07:002009-09-07T07:32:09.272-07:00Dustin's New Best Friend<div>Well, let me tell you about the events of this last week and how this all came down to start with... <div><div> </div><div>On Wednesday's we get a paper in the mail sorta like the news paper but not as big, not really a shopper either. </div><div> </div><div>So I get an email from Dustin stating he found a Beagle for $50 or $60 dollars and he has $27 or $25. Wants to know if he can earn more? I told him that we would talk about it when I got home because I was busy at work. So in the mean time he picks up the phone and calls the owner of the dogs and finds out all the information he knows I'm gonna want.</div><div> </div><div>When I get home he starts asking me a million questions. I told him we would have to wait and talk to Ronnie and see what he thought because I didnt know if it would be a good thing or not. While waiting to talk to Ronnie since he is at work in Nebraska, he sends his Granny Cissy an email.... this is part of the conversation....</div><div><br /></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><strong><em>Dustin:</em></strong> Granny I need to earn $30 dollars please.</div><div><strong><em>Granny:</em></strong> So Do I!</div><div><strong><em>Dustin:</em></strong> What? I found a Beagle and he is 50.00 I only got $27 or $25.</div><div><strong><em>Granny:</em></strong> I'm at school talk later...</div><div><strong><em>Dustin:</em></strong> I'm not trying to be Greedy or rude, but you know I can't get Pepe or Star back. And I need a new best friend. I will do whatever you need me too.</div><div> </div><div><strong>NOTE:</strong> Granny and Papa's car had just been put in the shop during this conversation. By the end of the last message, Granny told Papa he was gonna have to find a friend to ride with or walk. Wouldn't hurt him it was close. LMAO! She told me, by this time she was ready to go sell the house so he could have his dog. When I got home he already had everything lined out. </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjADmkrK2pLuJYESBgbK4dExCkoX9hozKi8lwbjacoWHzQMcc6ZeZ3Kd6k266OvJ_rEu6GZtiUBz13poqzDJUCQfEp4d-Fm696IhYRjmah0J0e6SnlaLJn7REw7oeRYcRVAvfU-9vGsz7T5/s1600-h/SDC11613.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378720382058340018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjADmkrK2pLuJYESBgbK4dExCkoX9hozKi8lwbjacoWHzQMcc6ZeZ3Kd6k266OvJ_rEu6GZtiUBz13poqzDJUCQfEp4d-Fm696IhYRjmah0J0e6SnlaLJn7REw7oeRYcRVAvfU-9vGsz7T5/s320/SDC11613.JPG" /></a></div><div>I told him that we didn't have a fence.... I came home to this.....! So there blows that excuse. He had went in the small wooded area behind our housing addition and acquired some thrown away fencing. TWO ROLLS! Please remember, this child is only 12. </div><div><............................................. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>So again I tell him I am waiting to talk to Ronnie when he isn't so tired at night.</div><div> </div><div>He then proceeds the next day to call the owner of the puppies and ask him if he can hold them till Friday so he can see if he can earn enough money. The man tell's him yes! He then picks up the phone and calls my LANDLORD and works out a deal to pay out the pet deposit. (He's really serious isn't he). When I get home he has a not for me that states everything he did. Because I have school at night and by time I get home he is in bed. Again, I have not talked to Ronnie.... that evening I talked to Ronnie. He being the level head of the bunch says to me.... We dont' have a PROPER fence and he's not home to help put it up. He also says that Dustin should wait till Dustin can be at home during the day to work with him, because as a baby dont need to be shut up all day while we are at school and work. I AGREE! Needless to say when I relayed all the information to Dustin, it didn't go over very well. However, he didn't say another word about it.</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>Saturday comes along and Rosalee and Raegan come over for Dustin's B-day Party. Plans fell apart because all the pools in the area are closed. We foudn one in Burkburnette that was opened and we pile everyone in the cars and head that way. Told them between 2 and 3. We arrive at 2:30 and it is all locked up. UGG! So home we head......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejQ-1fdtUqF9LJxk4GKO4CYwcxENgoW32p1LDiX47OKFN8OV6VjPeEPl0q5q5ot6DEcr1Nx0tlL-gh4czVcgScXl0v3u8A4ZGVRhUHag7ukfTMsH3aLnAyKZ3UUMwr8sHPBjoFq7c3eBh/s1600-h/SDC11614.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378723289851576258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejQ-1fdtUqF9LJxk4GKO4CYwcxENgoW32p1LDiX47OKFN8OV6VjPeEPl0q5q5ot6DEcr1Nx0tlL-gh4czVcgScXl0v3u8A4ZGVRhUHag7ukfTMsH3aLnAyKZ3UUMwr8sHPBjoFq7c3eBh/s320/SDC11614.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>The kids decided they like playing outside..... (whole other story.. will post in a bit). So Rosalee and I sit outside with the kids while they play talking. Our conversation truns to the puppy and Dustin. While talking Dustin comes and says this neighbor guy wants to give him a dog kennel. So we tell him to go check. By this time the guy decides he can sell for $60.00. ...........></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>Rosalee and the kids go off to check on it and she comes back and her and my mom and I all start making plans. I call to check if they still have pups and they do. So we load the kids up and away we all head to Oklahoma to look at the pups..... I'm sure you can guess what happens.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip6RSpEVbXCzFR1no2HkBJR8hkWqdGlP8voJ42U2CZjLWC7TbGNuiYEC1eXCj-_NiAysXsoOddPicc79w7UPTGr9ez5ebLZhRACm6IVNWu3ZCgGncvJ0zMZOpjxq2mlX__xtvPoIE6gA92/s1600-h/SDC11531.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378724174274860242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip6RSpEVbXCzFR1no2HkBJR8hkWqdGlP8voJ42U2CZjLWC7TbGNuiYEC1eXCj-_NiAysXsoOddPicc79w7UPTGr9ez5ebLZhRACm6IVNWu3ZCgGncvJ0zMZOpjxq2mlX__xtvPoIE6gA92/s320/SDC11531.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div>We examine the puppies and talk to the man who has the pups and at the end of our time there, we all agree on taking one home. Dustin ask the man how much and he replies by saying: "How much do you have? I hear you have worked very hard, so that you could have one?" Dustin then replies: "Yes Sir!". The man say's "I am gonna make you a deal", and disappears into his barn. When he returns he has a puppy shot in his hand and informs us that this would make his second shot. We all say thank you! As we get ready to leave the man hands Dustin $20.00 of the money he just paied for the dog back and tells him to use it for dog food and the remaning two parvo shots he needs. Dustin smiles and shakes his hand and says thank you and away we head. Since coming hom<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrR_RhwePgSGZmsa9ztDGoGymaxXLi5r0EwILFIhKIgNZ3hHxsTTyUcwJhsJzAih8vtLiZyH3TMdXz9BjV1eRZX_QCjmVxNo17kKfem4vJ6vIHrDd1CLzsIFL9aualiHWnHXfUwtaUdNay/s1600-h/SDC11612.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378729175333266898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrR_RhwePgSGZmsa9ztDGoGymaxXLi5r0EwILFIhKIgNZ3hHxsTTyUcwJhsJzAih8vtLiZyH3TMdXz9BjV1eRZX_QCjmVxNo17kKfem4vJ6vIHrDd1CLzsIFL9aualiHWnHXfUwtaUdNay/s320/SDC11612.JPG" /></a>e, I dont think that the puppy has been able to walk on his own, because Dustin and Raegan and my nieces and nephew have done nothing but carry him. This is the shot I took this morning while everyone was asleep. Please keep in mind that his grandmothers have given him a dog cage for him to sleep in, a big dog pillow which he loves. </div><p align="left">NOTE: The pillow that the puppy is laying on is actually the dog pillow that BELONGS in the FLOOR! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrR_RhwePgSGZmsa9ztDGoGymaxXLi5r0EwILFIhKIgNZ3hHxsTTyUcwJhsJzAih8vtLiZyH3TMdXz9BjV1eRZX_QCjmVxNo17kKfem4vJ6vIHrDd1CLzsIFL9aualiHWnHXfUwtaUdNay/s1600-h/SDC11612.JPG"></a></p><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjADmkrK2pLuJYESBgbK4dExCkoX9hozKi8lwbjacoWHzQMcc6ZeZ3Kd6k266OvJ_rEu6GZtiUBz13poqzDJUCQfEp4d-Fm696IhYRjmah0J0e6SnlaLJn7REw7oeRYcRVAvfU-9vGsz7T5/s1600-h/SDC11613.JPG"></a></div></div></div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-50827951166551723012009-09-03T06:57:00.000-07:002009-09-03T07:52:11.331-07:00MY BEST FRIEND<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbUkeNEO5xDl1tz2fufpU576RdpJazI1b6NNcPGahBvst6JLYoJeEap9vrgKt0U3QeYUUXAtrBdoKilWWthea2QHZg2-kar1rPRNpEaXdyQV4xPMspFSzH85q3pvSxmX2U7aces9QQT_wt/s1600-h/103_3474.jpg"></a> </p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">MY BEST FRIEND</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">written by:</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>DUSTIN JACOB INGE</em></div><div align="center"><em>Sept., 2, 2009</em></div><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">this story was written by my son yesterday in English class. I have not changed or added anything </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">from the original story. </span></em></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">My best friend is My grandma/Rosale. she would Do eny thing for me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">If I was in the hospital She would Be their Before eny on, mayBe even Before my mother.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">My grandma isnot on to sit on the sofa or her chair & watch tv, she goes outside & plays with all of the kids. when it is not way to hot to go out side playing instead of watching tv or playing on computers or video games. When my mom, brother, or me needs help with eny thing she will help. She will help when U need to talk about somthing or on homework, But no mater what is is she is alway's there to ask for help. she is the funest most Bestist Friend i have.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">my Best friend/grandma is the only grandma i know that will Do that.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">& the thing I Love about her her sun Ronnie is Dating my mom & she still calls me her grand babby. she Do't treat eny of her grand Babby's Different she treats us all the same & that is why i count her as my BEST FRIEND!</span><br /></div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-57260850370781027992009-08-30T05:42:00.001-07:002009-08-30T05:44:34.469-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREW<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFsAPvmgOWwiyCS1T_EOB5U0Vkx920Wfn6x0-BPavpkv9O0_UEw_tvLktgjmzabFNi8ItrvXyG31KZ1ZO2ftCLac7Kglt5o9Fd2OgHC1Yu4AAOzhnvXv3QpPjkY2iuRTNS8-jlCR0duqI/s1600-h/SDC15126.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375736640288968498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFsAPvmgOWwiyCS1T_EOB5U0Vkx920Wfn6x0-BPavpkv9O0_UEw_tvLktgjmzabFNi8ItrvXyG31KZ1ZO2ftCLac7Kglt5o9Fd2OgHC1Yu4AAOzhnvXv3QpPjkY2iuRTNS8-jlCR0duqI/s320/SDC15126.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx5GbLn8anl61OsXDIcdFQKXp4Qz3qPUGBqZZDrD9hzQpjfXSZUBQti0phk0fKs7giua9hbnQFxKSYPfzvB6qaeltwfOgqKHPkq6TTKITMqX4XZJIPvAPb4B__fSO6xfPfjJ49XTAvvzUx/s1600-h/SDC15125.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375736639607586962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx5GbLn8anl61OsXDIcdFQKXp4Qz3qPUGBqZZDrD9hzQpjfXSZUBQti0phk0fKs7giua9hbnQFxKSYPfzvB6qaeltwfOgqKHPkq6TTKITMqX4XZJIPvAPb4B__fSO6xfPfjJ49XTAvvzUx/s320/SDC15125.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968251883464926065.post-45252154412002915452009-08-29T01:31:00.000-07:002009-08-29T01:37:58.292-07:00HOTTER 'N HELL 100<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl32zFOOEYu3GgJgthuVtGFDThgtPIwT8pTHh-sWIQJIxE5OVgtLRPxSHMb0a4IxleB0poGOivztFOuAICqvoORfBfyXUlQXtmUHJlQRW0TbjW7cPh584Wql4mWuael2WhrLGbEqIZK7lk/s1600-h/headerImage.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375300823364145986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl32zFOOEYu3GgJgthuVtGFDThgtPIwT8pTHh-sWIQJIxE5OVgtLRPxSHMb0a4IxleB0poGOivztFOuAICqvoORfBfyXUlQXtmUHJlQRW0TbjW7cPh584Wql4mWuael2WhrLGbEqIZK7lk/s320/headerImage.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Well, in a few hours, hundereds of bike riders will hit the streets in Wichita County for the HHH 100. My sister, nephew and niece are all in town to celebrate Andrew's 6th birthday and we are going to go to Electra, to have coffee with my wonderful mother -in -law and watch the race. This afternoon we will be having Andrew's birthday party. </div><div align="center">I can't believe I am up at 3:30 in the morning writing this, but since my sister works nights, she seems to want to be up right now and her annoying voice..... woke me up so now I can't go back to sleep. LOL! All the kids are sleeping like babies. Have a great day everyone and if your around Wichita Falls or the surrounding towns watch out for bike riders. I will post pictures later today.</div>Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01023929223545212603noreply@blogger.com0