~~~~THIEF CAME INTO ONE OF THE LOBBY ROOMS SAT NIGHT~~~~ Oct 27, 2008 8:29 am 442 Views i was up saturday night bottle feeding two new week old puppies... and inbetween the feedings i went into the one of the lobby rooms.... minding my own business chatting with an old friend... and again the thief comes in to bother me... and calls me a coward and then she laughs and leaves... hummm.....how interesting... none of her friends around to see it... that is why she came in to do it... so i am a coward now ... before she called me other things... but have recieved new honors of being a coward since saturday evening... isn't she so nice this thief that keeps tabs on me? so i wanted to let you all know that my status titled has moved up to "coward" instead of donkey(mule)... camel humper...friend stealer...fake person...and several other titles she has given me... Just want to say THANK YOU today to my thief for such lovely titles. 0 Comments

~~~~.~~~~ Oct 26, 2008 10:47 am 425 Views some of you have asked to see... she was such a great baby through the whole baptism.. when the water was placed upon her head... her lip was starting to do the "im gonna cry" but she didn't. "I Am Love" Author Unknown "Some say I can fly on the wind.. yet I haven’t any wings. Some have found me floating on the open sea.. yet I cannot swim. Some have felt my warmth on cold nights.. yet I have no flame. And though you cannot see me... I lay between two lovers at the hearth of fireplaces. I am the twinkle in your child’s eyes. I am hidden in the lines of your mother's face. I am your father's shield as he guards your home. And yet… Some say I am stronger than steel.. yet I am as fragile as a tear. Some have never searched for me.. yet I am around them always. Some say I die with loss... yet I am endless. And though you cannot hear me.. I dance on the laughter of children. I am woven into the whispers of passion. I am in the blessings of Grandmothers. I embrace the cries of newborn babies. And yet… Some say I am a flower... yet I am also the seed. Some have little faith in me.. yet I will always believe in them. Some say I cannot cure the ill.. yet I nourish the soul. And though you cannot touch me.. I am the gentle hand of the kind. I am the fingertips that caress your cheek at night. I am the hug of a child. I am love.” 0 Comments

~~~~TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND~~~~ Oct 26, 2008 8:57 am 395 Views 'Twas battered and scarred and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But he held it up with a smile. "What am I bid, good folk?" he cried. "Who'll start the bidding for me? A dollar, a dollar ... now two ... only two ... Two dollars, and who'll make it three? "Three dollars once, three dollars twice, Going for three" ... but no! From the room far back a gray-haired man Came forward and picked up the bow. Then wiping the dust from the old violin And tightening up the strings, He played a melody pure and sweet, As sweet as an angel sings. The music ceased, and the auctioneer, With a voice that was quiet and low, Said, "What am I bid for the old violin?" As he held it up with the bow. "A thousand dollars ... and who'll make it two? Two...two thousand, and who'll make it three? Three thousand once and three thousand twice ... Three thousand and gone!" said he. The people cheered, but some exclaimed "We do not quite understand ... What changed it's worth?" and the answer came: " 'Twas the touch of the master's hand." And many a man with soul out of tune And battered and scarred by sin Is auctioned cheap by the thoughtless crowd Just like the old violin. But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd Never can quite understand The worth of a soul, and the change that is wrought By the touch of the master's hand. O Master! I am the tuneless one Lay, lay Thy hand on me, Transform me now, put a song in my heart Of melody, Lord, to Thee! ~ Myra Brooks Welch ~ 0 Comments

~~~~A COWBOY/COWGIRLS FAITH~~~~ Oct 25, 2008 11:23 am 339 Views it is a simple faith... but one that has a rock solid foundation... and the unshakable assurance of God's presence... in every landscape and every situation. ***************************************************************** "Courage is being scared to death - and saddling up anyway." ~~John Wayne~~ 0 Comments

~~~~SOMETHING WORTH LEAVING BEHIND~~~~ Oct 25, 2008 9:32 am 301 Views Hey Mona Lisa... who was Leonardo?... Was he Andy Warhol?... You were Marilyn Monroe... Hey Mozart... what kind of name is Amadeus... It´s kinda like Elvis... You gotta die to be famous... I may not go down in history... I just want someone... to remember me... I´ll probably never hold a brush.. that paints a masterpeice.. Probably never find a pen... that writes a symphony.. But if I will love then I will find.... That I have touched another life... And that´s something... Something... worth leaving behind... Hey Midas... you say you have the magic touch.... That even all that shiny stuff... Someday is gonna turn to dust... Hey Jesus.... it must have been some Sunday morning... In a blaze of glory... We´re still telling your story... I may not go down in history.... I just want someone.... to remember me... I´ll probably never dream a dream... and watch it turn to gold... Don't know if I´ll never lose my life... to save another soul... If I will love then I will find... That I have touched another life.. And that´s something... Something... worth leaving behind... Hey baby.... see the future that we´re building.... Our love lives on.... in the lives of our children... And that´s something... Something... worth leaving behind.... ***************************************************************** LEANN WOMACK "SOMETHING WORTH LEAVING BEHIND" 0 Comments

~~~~ THIEF TRIED TO KILL ME OFF FOR TELLING TRUTH~~~~ Oct 25, 2008 8:37 am 292 Views why would a thief want to take your words... hummm... for it was the truth she did not want to be heard... truth never wants to be heard... 0 Comments

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