tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74977959119235844882024-03-12T20:06:35.244-05:00Living with a Cowboy in the CityThis is my cowboy, forever the country boy, who has given up his place in the country to be with me in the city. This is our life....MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.comBlogger583125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-26634472712915268322012-03-20T20:41:00.002-05:002012-03-20T20:41:29.242-05:00More Farm finds and some...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em>Another treasure we found on the farm came off of an old cabinet that at sometime in it's history was moved out to the barn and used to store oil and other such stuff. It had clearly been painted several times, the last time with an awful green color. I saw treasure but my sister-in-law saw junk and it took a little convincing that I could turn it into something beautiful. We decided that these doors would go into the cabin that my brother and family are re-habbing.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em> This door was a true mess. Half of it was laying on the dirt floor and the hinge part was still attached.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em>With a little hard work and lots of time cleaning out each punch hole. Here is the results. I'm loving the look.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em>I also had an old cabinet that would be useful in the new bathroom. This cabinet was in a closet, so I dug it out.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em> I drilled the same pattern from the door onto the front of the cabinet and spray painted it with a metal paint. Then painted the rest of the cabinet.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><em>Here's the final outcome of the project. I think it tuned out great and I'm going to have to visit the cabin often to see my labor of love.</em></span></div>
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<em><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">One of our favorite things to do on the farm is to scavage for treasures that have been sitting around forever. About a month ago, my brother and I went looking again. It's amazing how many things you have looked at and then suddenly see in a new way or potential new way. I found this hay pulley. It was caked with loads of dust and dirt and even a wasp nest. Here it is all cleaned up.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Another barn revealed the metal cow tags that have been used to tags cows. Cows are tagged in their ears to keep track of them and their calves. I'm sure these were once in some cows ear.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">I knew that I wanted to put the pulley in my kitchen so I found some canning jars.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">I twisted wire around the jars and added the tags with some hemp twine. Then I added a handle made out of the wire.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">I then put wire around the pulley and hung the jars from the pulley. Cowboy hung it in the kitchen over my kitchen sink. I'm planning on putting flowers in the jars this summer.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">I'm loving it. I love having parts of the farm in my house.</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We took Sadie and Chloe to the farm for the weekend. When we got there, my mom saw Sadie for the first time in a couple of months and I could see shock in her eyes. Sadie's leg has gotten so much worse since she last saw her. I was surprised to see Sadie's problems through someone else's eyes. As my family came over, they each had the same reactions. Since we see Sadie every day, her condition has been gradual for us. It made my heart hurt all over again to look at her differently.</span>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-1816791370953656492012-03-13T21:05:00.000-05:002012-03-13T21:05:02.220-05:00Bathroom Remodel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;">Cowboy and I were looking for flooring at Home Depot when we ran across, vinyl plank flooring and fell in love with the country pine look. The bonus was that it was on sale. It gave us the idea to redo the bathroom in the man cave. It's small and bland. I forgot the before pictures of the all white cabinets. By picture time, I had painted the cheap white cabinet a slate blue.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="color: #134f5c;">Here is a picture of the built in that were run down and ragged from the previous owners dog chewing on the corner of the cabinets, (never mind the junk on top)</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">The handles were silver and gold so Cowboy spray painted them to match each other. I love how they turned out. They are pictured on the flooring.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">Saturday we started putting down the flooring. It was super easy. We decided to lay the flooring across the short part of the bathroom and it made the bathroom look bigger. The old flooring was so dark it made the bathroom look really small.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">Just a picture of my awesome hubby working around the toilet. (He's pretty sexy in a tool belt.)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">And the finish. I love how it turned out and am thrilled how easy it was to turn the bathroom into our space...or should I say, Cowboy's space.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">The first 18 days of the new year, we got to have this guy stay with us. He was a total blast to have around and made me yearn for one of my own. Good thing is that he's close enough to have him come and stay anytime that we want. He's the pefect reason to change my name to grandma.</span>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-14112599605674721172012-03-09T21:31:00.002-06:002012-03-09T21:31:23.436-06:00Chloe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Chloe and the Cowboy have a love/hate relationship. He is definitely the pack leader and makes her mind more then I do. He has had to work on his patience with her but it is getting better as she is getting older. Chloe and Sadie have never really bonded, probably the age difference, but they have grown to tolerate each other--or Sadie tolerates Chloe, I should say.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">I am awfully glad we brought this one home. We have recently started going to the dog park and Chloe loves it. She will be my swimmer and loves the water and all the other dogs.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Cowboy contacted the guy we got her from, inquiring if he still had any of her litter mates around. He's crazy if he thinks Chloe needs a playmate now. Lord help me......</span></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-84942153997766467972012-03-07T22:15:00.000-06:002012-03-07T22:15:15.386-06:00Sadie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia;">I can't believe that I haven't blogged for 6 months. It's not as if nothing has happened in my life. The latest has revolved around my amazing Sadie. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia;">Sadie started getting fatty cyst several years ago. They have always been small and round until last summer when a large one grew suddenly under her left front leg. I took her to the vet and had it checked out. He confirmed that it was a cyst. That cyst has gotten huge--about the size of a large grapefruit. It has started to affect her ability to walk, run and even sit for long periods of time. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia;">She was due for her check up so we made an appointment. We had a long conversation with the vet about our options and what we should do given that she turned 10 years old. He gave us an estimate of $1500 for surgery. The Cowboy and I debated several days about what to do and I even called my friend who is a vet. After talking to her, we decided to go ahead with the surgery.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia;">That next day, 10 years to the date that I brought home my puppy, we took her in for x-rays and blood work. Then the bad news came. I got the phone call in the middle of a meeting and had to excuse myself and then cried most of the next hour. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia;">Cowboy and I met at the vet's office to view the x-rays and hear the news again. At some point in my dogs life, she got a hernia in her diaphragm and a large portion of her intestines are in her chest cavity. We saw the x-rays. She has about 50% of her lung capacity left. No long walks, no surgery, no relief for her leg. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia;">We are so sad. We have problems trying to decide what is best for her--baby her, give in to her, let her do what she wants. All I really know is Sadie has been my world and loved me when it was just us. I can't remember what my life was like without her. I want her to be with me forever. That forever is much shorter and I only want to make the best decisions for her. I'm so sad. My heart hurts. </span><br />MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-87693505367770449032011-08-24T20:33:00.003-05:002011-08-24T20:57:08.651-05:00Kauaii: Day 4<span style="color:#cc0000;">So Day 4 started with at trip to Princeville Valley Adventures. We went on the Jungle Valley Adventure. The trip consisted of a mile hike, 3/4 mile of kayaking, followed by more hiking and then the zip line. The zip line was 480 feet over a valley 150 feet below then across a swinging bridge to 450 feet of zip line back. Then more hiking to a waterfall that we jumped off the rock ledge into the pool below. We had lunch and then hiking back, kayaking and more hiking. This was probably the most unexpected fun part of our trip. We all loved the kayaking and wished it was a longer ride.</span>
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<br />MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-38525828353594558602011-08-14T20:30:00.002-05:002011-08-14T20:54:35.986-05:00Kauai Day 2<em><span style="color:#009900;">Kauai day 2 started with being up before the sun came up. The five hour time difference made getting up at 5am feel like sleeping in. I went with the brother and family for a drive up the north coast. We stopped for some mountain shots and just to look at the beautiful island. Then it was off to find Hanalei Bay for a little beach time. </span></em>
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<br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">We were then on our way to Waimea Canyon. It is considered the Grand Canyon of the island and it was beautiful. We had a great time there. It was the beginning of our planking experiences. (more on that later).</span></em>
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<br />MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-34647461334358036932011-08-13T21:26:00.005-05:002011-08-13T21:51:11.852-05:00Day One of Kauaii<em><span style="color:#000099;">August 2nd was the beginning of our very first family vacation since we all left home. Mom wanted to take all her kids to Hawaii so we planned our trip to Kauai and we were off. There were 13 of us total. My mom, sister Kim and her husband Darren, sister Suz and her husband LeeRoy, me (my husband wanted to stay home and take care of the house and dogs, whatever!), my brother Rob and his kids, Braden and Haley, and his wife Missy, her mom Catherine and her sister Brenda and Brenda's daughter Jamie. What a Crew!</span></em>
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<br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">The first surprise happened at the airport. My neighbor who works for the airport, bumped my mom and I up to first class for the first leg of our flight. Then he found me and told me he had two more first class seats, so I had him bump my nephew and niece up to first class. This was their very first flight and my nephew's 16th birthday. They were so excited, the look on their face was priceless.</span></em>
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<br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">At the Phoenix airport, I made arrangement for my uncle to be at the airport to see my mom. Both are in poor health and this will most likely be the last time my mom sees her brother. It was great. Brent had never met my sister-in-law or the kids. It was 27 years since he had seen my oldest sister. The picture below is the family minus the two brother-in-laws.</span></em>
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<br /><div><em><span style="color:#000099;">Mom also got to fly first class to Kauai, thanks to Brenda. Mom looked so happy when we finally got there.</span></em>
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<br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">If you ever wondered what luggage looked like for 13 people-here it is. We were all so excited to be in Kauai. </span></em>
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<br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">The picture below is from the first sun rise on our semi-private beach. We rented a house near on Anahola bay. It was a small slice of heaven.</span></em>
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<br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Today was the day I broke 90 on the golf course. I once scored a 90 and my goal was to break into the 80's at some point this year. The new golf clubs this year put a damper on the score but today was the day. I shot an 83. Woo Hoo!</span></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-82803973925631605762011-07-30T08:49:00.002-05:002011-07-30T08:55:18.021-05:00Chloe's New Tags<p>I just had to share this video. I finally got tags for Chloe--I misspelled her name the first attempt at getting tags. Who misspells their own dogs name? Me. I just couldn't put "Clhoe" on her so she had to wait until I made it back to the pet store. Here is her reaction to the tags. It made me laugh.</p><br /><p align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxIjL1Pqn-fRoFTcWrUu68iHn3uSiA0DjxDPWRcwnwBPgx4HXfY1xWkBMxSfLfim4ZLfGGxe8HAw7ekIcen7A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-62014607001042034012011-07-24T19:48:00.002-05:002011-07-24T19:59:59.177-05:00Where has the summer gone....<span style="color:#6600cc;">I just looked at my blog to find out that I haven't posted anything since May 11th- really. Where has the summer gone.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">My work blew up about 3 months ago, we had a massive amount of turnover for one reason or another and all pretty bizzare reasons or events. I have worked lots of hours and had lots of sleepless nights and it's not all settled yet.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Home life and hubby are going good. We've had a few bumps over the last couple of months but for the most part, we work through them and come out better on the other side. It's interesting learning to negoiate life with someone that doesn't ever go away.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Sadie has really started to show her age and has slowed down a lot. I'm so worried about her. It's made me think about her not being with us any longer, which is incredibly sad for me. Cowboy loves her as much as I do.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Chloe has been a challenge--a great puppy challenge. Cowboy is the pack leader for sure and I am her play mate. I love that puppy to death. She got spayed last thursday but it wasn't a good surgery. It took longer than expected and the cut was 8 inches long. Our task is to keep her calm and that is a huge chore.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Mom continues to not do well. She's not walking well and not getting out of the house. She said she wants to give up. I'm saying prayers that she will find the will to get better and move on.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">My plan is to get back to blogging--so</span>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-84946547406933290112011-05-11T22:34:00.000-05:002011-05-13T15:40:36.438-05:0013 Goals<span style="color:#006600;">Goals-</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">This is a hard one for me since I live by short term goals all the time.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">At work, my goals are daily--more like a "to do list". Right now, with all of our turnover, this is the best approach for my sanity.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Personally, I usually have a project that I'm focused on. Right now we are in the middle of a kitchen remodel. Granite tomorrow....yeah!</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Life-Continue to improve my marriage, retire by 60, live healthy, move back to the country.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Golf- break into the 80's this summer.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Tonight- sleep!</span>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-36203371872450518642011-05-02T20:59:00.002-05:002011-05-02T21:12:16.061-05:00Assignment 12-What I Believe<span style="color:#993399;"></span><span style="color:#993399;">What I believe-</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">*I believe in God. I think God is good and he created all things good. I believe that God can take care of all things and will show us the path if we put our trust and faith in him.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">*I believe that there are three things that are better kept private, opinions about religion, beliefs about politics, and thoughts on abortion. All are private and should be kept that way, and it's not right to force or impose your thoughts about these three subject on someone else.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">*I believe in love and faithfulness.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">*I believe in family and sticking by family through thick and thin.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">*I believe that people have the capacity to change and become something different if they want to be.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">*I believe that if you put out good in this world, you will get back good.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">*I believe that if you think you can do something, with work, you can do it.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">*I believe in me.</span>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-82068716861476850392011-04-24T18:40:00.002-05:002011-04-24T18:51:59.938-05:00Assignment 11- Favorite TV shows<span style="color:#336666;">So what are my favorite TV Show-</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">First of all I love reality TV shows--and will occasionally stop and watch an episode of something that I don't follow regularly. Shows like Ax Men, Ice Road Truckers, Deadliest Catch, one of the many Real Housewives, and on and on. For me, I like to see how real people act and behave...</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">So what do I really watch-</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">Survivor. Love, love, love this show and want to be on it someday. My ex-boyfriends son was on it. I love to watch the social dynamic that occurs in this situation.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">Criminal Minds- Cowboy and I just started to watch this show together and have fallen in love with it.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">My other three reality shows--Amazing race, The Biggest Loser, and the Apprentice.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">I like 60 minutes. Give me a 20/20 over a comedy. </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">Grey's Anatomy- who wouldn't want to watch McDreamy and McSteamy.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">HGTV and TLC have so many shows that I love and have gotten many ideas for my own home.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">But probably my biggest secret is watching the bridal shows--I only became interested in wedding shows only after I planned my own wedding. I want to get married again because I loved my wedding day.</span>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-44004011460501287842011-04-21T22:25:00.002-05:002011-04-21T22:31:02.226-05:0010-something you are afraid of<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg7cMCf46rrXkC1jaWrUrGuEiKHEK_qrUbldK6QTVam7qYnfUBsy4CICi8GIfE9hE00-bw1X5Rlh6_hyphenhyphenWY5gzhp9-iDpIdkFaXGvHweforB1UZODNILqXJ5Y1Pv1DnNYbcH3V-9lIs9t8/s1600/grave.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598244048607500946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg7cMCf46rrXkC1jaWrUrGuEiKHEK_qrUbldK6QTVam7qYnfUBsy4CICi8GIfE9hE00-bw1X5Rlh6_hyphenhyphenWY5gzhp9-iDpIdkFaXGvHweforB1UZODNILqXJ5Y1Pv1DnNYbcH3V-9lIs9t8/s320/grave.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">One of my biggest fears is that I will grow old alone and die alone. I think of this often. I don't have kids so who is going to take care of me when I get old-that is assuming that I will live long enough to get old and need taking care of.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">My great aunt did not have children and for numerous reasons, I ended up being her guardian. I wonder if one of my nieces or nephews will do the same for me. It really scares me when I think about it. For now, I'm just going to believe that Cowboy and I will grow old together and die at a ripe old age in our sleep.</span></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-62215752515538312522011-04-07T21:50:00.003-05:002011-04-07T22:04:17.224-05:00Picture of Friends<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAHVGLaNArSHaa9ETvSyzEfGz5Dgg2dDXNoQGFwTUAT9PgCiL6zHgaqvdIeU9Zj_2o11nPgU8o6_zh09S-CUTw6-nhlbMAUmIl91YBqJD0nZk-Zdt5PG0PAATMQ4Ka7ZHE6T_rDUswjk/s1600/DSC00724.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593040825762678562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAHVGLaNArSHaa9ETvSyzEfGz5Dgg2dDXNoQGFwTUAT9PgCiL6zHgaqvdIeU9Zj_2o11nPgU8o6_zh09S-CUTw6-nhlbMAUmIl91YBqJD0nZk-Zdt5PG0PAATMQ4Ka7ZHE6T_rDUswjk/s320/DSC00724.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#6600cc;">My two best friends in the world, Sharon and Tonya.</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wNZhbvPQMBtCu32gv8EzFeFM8LDsak2UDKltvnvKGdJf-7OU8eVbgogxvMJoacnmhorrpGmytherAJWM1VLe5L24abR9fOLFtvsgHCw_uj_QLL0XjitxHrGHI3nZi0_0X-NKDQBUo_U/s1600/DSC00725.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593040325958333522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wNZhbvPQMBtCu32gv8EzFeFM8LDsak2UDKltvnvKGdJf-7OU8eVbgogxvMJoacnmhorrpGmytherAJWM1VLe5L24abR9fOLFtvsgHCw_uj_QLL0XjitxHrGHI3nZi0_0X-NKDQBUo_U/s320/DSC00725.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#6600cc;">Sharon and I met in 1984 at college. We pledged the same sorority and out of all the women that pledged that day, I have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">pictures</span> of the two of us together. Now 27 years later, we are still best friends and have so many stories to tell. She lives far away but it feels like she is next door.</span> <span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><span style="color:#6600cc;">Tonya, on the right, was an employee that I hired in 2002. She was special from her interview and over the years, our friendship has grown and gotten better and better.</span> <span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><span style="color:#6600cc;">They are the best friends that anyone could have. I'm so lucky they are in my life.</span> </div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-83969734183942164462011-04-06T21:32:00.002-05:002011-04-06T21:45:56.989-05:00Day 8--I mean assignment 8- places I've traveledWhen we were growing up, travel wasn't much in the plans. My dad was a hog farmer and it was next to impossible to leave the farm. I do remember that we took a trip to Branson and one to St. Louis. On the trip to St. Louis, my mom gave us a new barbie outfit each hour to pass the time. She and my grandma had made them. In high school, I went on an exchange trip to Aladdin, WY population 11. I stayed with a family for a week in the middle of no-where but did get to go to Sturgis for bike week (actually we just drove through). We did get to see the Badlands, Mt. Rushmore, and a few other sites along the way. It wasn't until I was in college that my traveling began. Spring Break at Daytona, a road trip to Lubbock, TX, pledge sneak to Dallas, TX, senior sneak to Iowa. I have travel a lot since then- Myrtle Beach, Norfolk, LA, San Diego, Yuma, Phoenix, San Antonio, Houston, Nashville, Louisville, Detroit, Green Bay, Niagara Falls, and many more places. My favorite thing to do is to just hang out in a place and do local things based on the advice of locals. Lately, my trips are to St. Augustine to see my dear friend. I'm most excited about going Hawaii in August.MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-927882841951149072011-04-04T21:46:00.004-05:002011-04-04T22:02:51.667-05:00Day 7- Movies<span style="color:#3333ff;">I guess I should be saying--assignment 7 versus Day 7, since my days don't run consecutative.</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">On with today--MOVIES</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">There are several movies that I just love and will watch them over and over again-either on DVD, VHS or TV.</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">The first was probably the Wizard of Oz. This movie was a family event and we watched it every year religiously.</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">The other movies that I loved and still do</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">Man on Fire--must be the helper in me that feels for the broken spirit of Creasy.</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">Lion King-what can you say Hakuna Matata (did is spell that right)</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">Shawshank Redemption-cause every one has to have hope</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">The Notebook- Alzheimer's runs in the family and I wonder what it was like when my grandma realized</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">Sweet Home Alabama-good old fashion love story</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">Legends of the Fall-the family dynamics and love twist, get me every time</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">Avatar-I'm not a sci-fi lover but loved this film, probably why it makes the list</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">Who can forget- TopGun- my first love and I had lines from this movie memorized and would watch it every weekend.</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">I love movies.</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;"></span>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-10515900362313824922011-04-02T23:48:00.002-05:002011-04-03T00:01:46.821-05:00Day 6- Things that make me happy<span style="color:#336666;">I always say I'm not a dog person, but I'm a Sadie person and now I'm a Sadie and a Chloe person. Sadie has brought me so much <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">happiness</span> in my life. I love her dearly and I'm falling in love with Chloe daily. It makes me happy to see them getting along.</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEyDG46zxwZN2u_sr2SUoRv92ZmqvClYUElNviHO9USQ1R7JtfOE44_GtQTBg-dBS3FBTs0U12MRqxQCz8u-ZEuocxyru9avi3ZTylnOu80fwwzcDIHsLHxQfRa5B4ftvegTBPOKFLFk/s1600/chloe+part+2+015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591217044687942066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEyDG46zxwZN2u_sr2SUoRv92ZmqvClYUElNviHO9USQ1R7JtfOE44_GtQTBg-dBS3FBTs0U12MRqxQCz8u-ZEuocxyru9avi3ZTylnOu80fwwzcDIHsLHxQfRa5B4ftvegTBPOKFLFk/s320/chloe+part+2+015.JPG" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaItgdJAAOysfycltXeRSuJdmgSDnPJvubLt6xC3PPLYxHppVsQERX1-BnJnrAhqCttkL5Jb8BoKylWisboVvd4KQAlKtlX0SFM42rQ3vG01PTXJl3E4zgV-KNre0ZMjKqMMQVusalsoA/s1600/chloe+part+2+027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591216639367487218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaItgdJAAOysfycltXeRSuJdmgSDnPJvubLt6xC3PPLYxHppVsQERX1-BnJnrAhqCttkL5Jb8BoKylWisboVvd4KQAlKtlX0SFM42rQ3vG01PTXJl3E4zgV-KNre0ZMjKqMMQVusalsoA/s320/chloe+part+2+027.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#336666;">My most recent happiness come in the form of an almost 3 year old grandson that has come back into our lives. I have a feeling there will be lots of babysitting in our future! I loved watching Jared with Sadie and Sadie with him. Such sweet moments.</span> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7QsNrDyWFHc2NLFBkxgML5TXzy7lezO5pUzjCH6rW-W-D6MzHIgjU_V8bOnSYceQW8PVC0lj3sZL9efPm8H-bKYym5ODQXDXEG-mPlN1_x94CSh7JRQhAXKlxD6Phd4N-fe2CQLI7KA/s1600/chloe+part+2+028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591216218474017282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7QsNrDyWFHc2NLFBkxgML5TXzy7lezO5pUzjCH6rW-W-D6MzHIgjU_V8bOnSYceQW8PVC0lj3sZL9efPm8H-bKYym5ODQXDXEG-mPlN1_x94CSh7JRQhAXKlxD6Phd4N-fe2CQLI7KA/s320/chloe+part+2+028.JPG" /></a> <br /><div></div></div></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-28729269000467479452011-03-31T20:50:00.004-05:002011-03-31T21:26:50.297-05:00Day 5- My Siblings<span style="color:#990000;">So let me tell you about my siblings. My oldest sister, Kimmer Kay, as she was called by my brother is only 23 months older than me. She was the "bossy" older sister and always got to be the teacher when we played school. We had a lot of sibling rivalry because it was always two against one. One of the clearest memories I have of her is when she threw an ink pen at me and it stuck in my arm. However, I have the greatest appreciation for her. She had the biggest heart. She is kind and generous. She loves her children and grandchildren with the greatest passion. Her life has not be the easiest but she is a fighter and is super resilient.</span> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590427401155133154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu0i337R-RclE4Cr2CLP53m7H8iO-ZxBUCivwxQWK5TE4o94u2OJ3D7VwNLK6F52hgoUcjDbV30fTXnKa-lcJj-ExXWEOewkYqVe1feM7fC618g1Hdv7GDSXNhRjfWTxaW7BTaK7w3ZJk/s320/pics+031.JPG" /> <span style="color:#990000;">Then there is Suz. She is only 1 year and three days older than me. We often get mistaken as twins, especially when we were growing up. We were always the same size. I was the tall one. We have a running joke about which one of us looks older. We fought like cats and dogs, especially after Kim left home. Suz was the shy quite one. So not a trouble maker in our family. She turned out the be the adventurous one. She is the globe trotter and always has unusual jobs in weird locations. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLByiNOrdYxZm7uVw2wQIvEhIK3ftOdJo6dek9tEptOU61nHG4VmoY6jw3S_vcPn7_bzHSGVnbjqAFRTVQbST4c6GIMULvennt1Pmrtjdrc5OFDc5nq4NRPN5rXq3wamKbCpAj4Lwa0ZA/s1600/christmas+10+022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590429500614909730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLByiNOrdYxZm7uVw2wQIvEhIK3ftOdJo6dek9tEptOU61nHG4VmoY6jw3S_vcPn7_bzHSGVnbjqAFRTVQbST4c6GIMULvennt1Pmrtjdrc5OFDc5nq4NRPN5rXq3wamKbCpAj4Lwa0ZA/s320/christmas+10+022.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#990000;">Then there is the little brother. He is 4 1/2 years younger than I am. Spoiled rotten by everyone. He was a pain as a little kid but we all loved him. He has become an amazing man. Guided by his faith and love for his family, I could not be prouder to call him my brother. I'm sure if my parents knew some of the trouble we got into, their hair would be gray.</span> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_I1p8VKeGvKBRplqq4_lXiifIMj-7yytSz20K5jbGAtMXNxYALpa8QnB-5qiS9399vhWFDAqGW7kNjC8uHG2ZiPXSv7Dp65pe6OsmBahI9vPDfvHD_aie8NHuTuYJKEq90CjyzbURNPQ/s1600/DSC00739.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590427961605574914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_I1p8VKeGvKBRplqq4_lXiifIMj-7yytSz20K5jbGAtMXNxYALpa8QnB-5qiS9399vhWFDAqGW7kNjC8uHG2ZiPXSv7Dp65pe6OsmBahI9vPDfvHD_aie8NHuTuYJKEq90CjyzbURNPQ/s320/DSC00739.JPG" /></a> <br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">Finally, there is my 3rd sister. Techinally my sister-in-law but she hold the same spot in my hearts as my sisters do. I can't remember a time when she wasn't around. Miss is the best addition to a family that anyone could have.</span> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCQNC0ZJCACloYKpss6XVl8HqnJ2TD_ptOe_OutrEWB30H-heLZTLq4k4r9ReuXfSGhZ-2E1GVq7GBSrmQuOX-URhmniTbw9v096qqw71JJ2sfDQozbc9y1F-9y0LZKJEPX4EfQsa9CrQ/s1600/pics+017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590426988333184898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCQNC0ZJCACloYKpss6XVl8HqnJ2TD_ptOe_OutrEWB30H-heLZTLq4k4r9ReuXfSGhZ-2E1GVq7GBSrmQuOX-URhmniTbw9v096qqw71JJ2sfDQozbc9y1F-9y0LZKJEPX4EfQsa9CrQ/s320/pics+017.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#990000;">I love my family and feel like the luckiest person in the world to have them in my life. I can only hope that they feel half the love for me as I feel for them.</span> <br /><div></div></div></div></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-70214918892229895572011-03-30T21:59:00.002-05:002011-03-30T22:43:20.355-05:00Day 4- My ParentsI love my parents. It's that simple. Here's a pic of my dad holding his great granddaughter. <br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwmdJttO4QJsLU7B-Rq4940_j_Zcu_ftcJ5BzgbAdjMleUHJZV1xU-nEyXDxdzy5NR8K7huzkKpRNlNgVAd2ESBdeA7eREKQ49On4dg3-vzJ1-f-P1XoZxcZVfP7D1ncMvn22H8CiL4L4/s1600/easter+026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590074348213652450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwmdJttO4QJsLU7B-Rq4940_j_Zcu_ftcJ5BzgbAdjMleUHJZV1xU-nEyXDxdzy5NR8K7huzkKpRNlNgVAd2ESBdeA7eREKQ49On4dg3-vzJ1-f-P1XoZxcZVfP7D1ncMvn22H8CiL4L4/s320/easter+026.JPG" /></a> Below is me and my mom. (not sure what I was doing with my mouth) <br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX16ANCjUeh_tjHntSkThTJ7MzDqYc0gfwrkzwyvUuifh4py3DdhLeu2jWH04RQhI_RfRU28rlbToEdogTDwknY7FavzfAaSoknOrKhB7ua-6QlLqd_NhEI0ynYakp1Blhs-s9u3EXl50/s1600/easter+017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590074339137901810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX16ANCjUeh_tjHntSkThTJ7MzDqYc0gfwrkzwyvUuifh4py3DdhLeu2jWH04RQhI_RfRU28rlbToEdogTDwknY7FavzfAaSoknOrKhB7ua-6QlLqd_NhEI0ynYakp1Blhs-s9u3EXl50/s320/easter+017.JPG" /></a> My parents met in 1957 in the back of a car <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">cruisin</span>' main street in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Chanute</span>, KS. They were seniors in high school and a car load of girls jumped in with a car load of boys and they were history. My dad followed my mom around for the next 5 years until they were married in May 1962--almost 49 years ago. Mom was a city girl and dad was a farmer. They settled in rural southeast KS and made a family, a home and a life together ever since.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">My parents taught us the value of a hard days work. They taught us that even if you are money poor you may be life rich. They taught us about the importance of sticking by family through thick and thin. They taught us about unconditional love and support.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Because we have had some health challenges with them in the past couple of months, it as brought a new awareness to each of us four children about the incredible job they have done of raising a family. I think we value them more now then ever before and the lessons that they have taught us. In a day and time when families don't get along, ours is stronger then ever thank to my mom and dad.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">So here's to you Sharon and Marion-- I love you with all my heart!</div></div>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7497795911923584488.post-60125349244371352972011-03-29T20:48:00.003-05:002011-03-29T21:20:44.906-05:00Oops- I missed a day<span style="color:#663333;">Blogging Day 3 Challenge-First Love</span> <span style="color:#663333;"></span><span style="color:#663333;">So I have somewhat of an excuse- yesterday was my 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> anniversary so didn't think it was quite appropriate to blog about my first love.</span> <span style="color:#663333;"></span><span style="color:#663333;">I didn't date much in high school and didn't really have a boyfriend in college. So I didn't have my first love until I finished college. I had just graduated and was living in the same town I went to college. I was working my first real job. </span><span style="color:#663333;">When I met m</span><span style="color:#663333;">y first love , Jimmy Don Q.. I met him at a cowboy bar when I was out with my friends. All I remember was that he asked me to dance quite a bit that night and that he talked a lot. I saw him a couple of weeks later and we ended up dancing the night away. He was in the army, divorce and had a son--all the things that I said I did not want in a relationship. That night h</span><span style="color:#663333;">e wanted to take me out to for breakfast and then take me home. No go. (I had such good boundaries with him). </span><span style="color:#663333;"></span><span style="color:#663333;">We had a date that Monday and the rest was history. We saw each other almost daily from then on. He was fun, so nice and great to be around. He was scheduled to leave about 8 months after we met and I kept saying that I would say good-bye when the time came. </span><span style="color:#663333;"></span><span style="color:#663333;">In the end, I moved with him. I was so in love with him and believed that I would be married to him for the rest of my life. We were together for over a year and in the end, he was transferred to Korea, where he got married about 4 months after being there.</span> <span style="color:#663333;"></span><span style="color:#663333;">He broke my heart. But in the end, I'm glad that I had met him and loved him. There are times that I wish I could see him one more time. There are times that I wonder what my life would have been like. I used to think about him often but over the past 21 years, that memory has faded and he's just a sweet thought that crosses my mind every now and again.</span>MJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954750251946195653noreply@blogger.com0