Hopes...Dreams...Desires

Summertime Blues

2006-06-10T22:31:00.000-06:00

You know sometimes I forget what it was like pre-children and now that my two are visiting with their Dad and Step-mother I realize just how different my home really is without them.

Instead of being woke up by my beautiful daughter yelling my name from her crib. I am being woke up to a beep, beep, beep. In fact, I let it go off for an hour the second day Gabbie and Daunte' were gone waiting to hear her yell my name. :/

The cry never came and then I realized that the television wasn't on. That is when it dawned on me. My babies weren't home. They are in lovely Mississippi while I sit here in Missouri without them. I have been tempted to get in my car and take that long drive just to see them. Yet, that wouldn't be fair to them or Josh and Bethany.

I have called Josh and Bethany five times since they have been gone. I have to wonder if Bethany is tired of hearing my voice yet. I know I would be.

I thought this would be alot easier than it is. So, what is a mom to do when her children are gone.

I have decided to pour myself into my work. I have worked the entire 7 days straight since they have been gone.

My son turned 6 on June 8th. His first party without me. The first time I have ever had to mail him his birthday presents and what's sad is that it won't be the last.

This summer is the first summer of many that my children won't be home. I think in fact I know I am going to hate this. In fact you may say I will dread it.

Coming home to an empty house without getting my luvies is hard. (Yes I said luvies. In our house that means hugs and kisses.)

I found out today that Gabbie got an owie on her head. Just the idea that I wasn't there to make it better bothered me a whole bunch. It's not that Bethany couldn't make it better it's that I myself wasn't there.

All I do know is that Josh and Bethany are enjoying them for the summer and I am missing them immensely.

Missouri CPS....Where Were You?

2006-05-16T23:54:00.000-06:00

http://www.ky3.com/news/2812406.html

Where was big brother when Jaycee Hardin needed them?

http://www.ky3.com/news/2811216.html

Or better yet where were they when Aaron needed them?

Why hadn't the counselor made the report that she was legally obligated to make for medical neglect, when this young man's mother told her she was taking him off his medication?

You have to love Missouri Child Protection.

2006-05-13T22:53:00.000-06:00

Okay...I know I really haven't written much, but so many things are going on right now.

Daunte is fixing to finish his school year. Big boy that he thinks he is will be moving on to the first grade next year.

On June the 3rd both Daunte' and Gabbie will be going to visit Josh for the whole summer. Oh boy....have fun Bethany and Josh. You will now officially have your hands full. :P

Then to be moving to the lovely state of Florida. Yeah I know I have to be crazy after all the hurricanes that have ran through there. Although it's not like I haven't been through those before. I am a true southerner who hates the cold and longs for the humidity and heat of the real south.

On top of all this I get smacked in the face with some nerve-racking news.

One ovary, one tube, one clamp, and it came off?!? Yay me. I love doctors....NOT!!!

Happy Mother's Day To Those With Children

2006-05-12T10:05:00.000-06:00

Happy Mother's Day to those whose children
Are those for whom their love must be their womb,
Pleased to labor in a common garden
Pruning plants they would themselves have sown.
Yes, praise to those whose love is notwithstanding,

Mothers who could not be mothers, yet
Of charity and need came to the calling,
Taking from the world what joy they would.
How well the will can ride an errant wind!
Each fate is but the field of our endeavor.
Reason may resist our heartfelt ends
'Ere we share our passions with another.
So may we all, through sacrifice and love,

Daily do what will our spirits prove,
Asking only for what we might give,
Yielding not our labors but our lives.

DFS or CPS:Part 2

2006-05-05T10:26:00.000-06:00

I am about to start this by saying good bye to the local CPS in Missouri.

In reference to http://hopeskiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/dfs-or-cps.html this post here I just recently went and had a chat with the supervisor of Ms. James wondering when my case would be closed.

She stated that Ms. James was still investigating. (Keep in mind they have only 30 days to investigate and then 15 more for extenuating circumstances.) Investigating what since she hasn't even asked for the police report was my reply. To her astonishment she said that we don't have to request those they just send them. I laughed and said that I had just left the officer who took the report and she was waiting for their request.

I told her more than asked her that when she got the report and closed my case that I wanted a case closed letter and never to hear from them again. Well, we need to take a look at your house still yet. If that's the case I told her I need an apopoinment by certified letter for you to enter my home with time and date so I can have my attorney present. She looked at me in shock. I can go to your house whenever I want was her reply. Not in this state or any for that matter. I am verbally asking that you notify me by certified mail with an appointment date and time or you can go through my attorney.

Funny thing is I never recieved a letter for them to come into my house 3 days later I get a case closed letter and not so much as a peep to the attorney I retained.

Got to love the Children Nazi's.

Daunte...

2006-04-29T20:17:00.000-06:00

My little man of the hour is graduating from kindergarten, that means more headaches and fighting with him to do his homework next year. I love it and I hate it. Daunte' moving on to the next grade is a scarey thing for me it means that he is growing up fast. Way to fast for me.

As I remember him getting on the bus for the first time I was the typical mom and yes I cried that my little man was growing up, now I think to myself that he has grown up way too much this year. He started reading, adding, and counting money. He even started being a little more onery than usual.

Of course, I love him and am so proud of this one milestone and I know that there are many more to follow.

Way too funny

2006-04-10T14:29:00.000-06:00

Get the code at www.winterrowd.com

Do You Know What Your Child Is Worth?

2006-03-30T11:50:00.000-07:00

I know what my children are worth to me emotional, mentally, and physically. I love being woke by my daughter poking her head under the blanket and saying the word mommy while smiling.

That in itself is an awesome thing you as a parent can't truely put a price to what that is worth to you, but there are those that have actually can make a monetary amount off of your children.

Do you know who they are? There are 51 one of them.

StateTotals

Alabama $376,000

Alaska $116,000

Arizona $280,000

Arkansas $468,000

Colorado $546,000

Florida $2,544,000

Idaho $196,000

Iowa $1,048,000

Kansas $440,000

Kentucky $452,000

Louisiana $172,000

Maine $424,000

Minnesota $74,000

Mississippi $140,000

Missouri $494,000

Nevada $260,000

New Hampshire $88,000

New York $3,492,000

North Carolina $16,000

North Dakota $84,000

Ohio $376,000

Oklahoma $1,062,000

Rhode Island $40,000

South Dakota $20,000

Tennessee $264,000

Texas $908,000

Vermont $150,000

Virginia $386,000

Washington $1,560,000

Wisconsin $1,232,000

Wyoming $48,000

Puerto Rico $140,000

Total $17,896,000

These are what your children are worth to states that terminate parental rights. Take these numbers from your state and multiply that by how many children you have. That's alot of cash don't you think.

I have read the horror stories.

I have seen the effects of DFS. RE: Save Jackson Bortz in my sidebars.

This family is being destroyed over an accident.

The were proven innocent by medical documentation and still have yet to recieve their child back.

Take a look.

Take a read.

How can we help as parents?

What can we do about the big brothers and big sisters that can actually over rule a Judge's ruling?

You as a parent DO NOT have to let them into your house.

You as a parent CAN tape record or videotape each visit by these people.

You as a parent can fight back.

READ YOUR STATE LAWS!

KNOW YOUR STATE LAWS!

DON'T BE A VICTIM!

You have every right to have an attorney don't let these people tell you other wise.

Even if you are a non-custodial parent you have a right to be heard.

You have every right in the world to be involved with your children even in DFS custody do not let DFS tell you otherwise.

DFS or CPS

2006-03-20T19:20:00.000-07:00

I am by far the perfect mother or a super mom, but I try to be the best mother I can be.

I mean, I bathe my children nightly sometimes two to three times depending on how much of a mess Gabbie gets to be.

I feed them three times daily.

I make sure they have decent clothes.

I give them a roof over their heads.

I give them love and lots of it.

What is a parent to do when a babysitter loses track of their child? A two year-old child at that. This happened to me about two weeks ago and now I am the one under investigation by DFS and the police.

You see I have a babysitter that watched my children while I was working. Well, on Friday nights I usually work 5 p.m to 1 a.m. it just so happens that on this particular Friday I was only working from 5 p.m. to 8 p.m.

At 7:30 the manager tells me I have a phone call and it's about my daughter. So, I immediately go to the phone and listen to Lanita babble for a minute and then hear the words no mother or father should ever hear, "We can't find Gabbie." I ask, "What do you mean?" Her response was, "Gabbie's missing."

I remember dropping the phone and turning around to tell my manager that I have to go while trying to get my swipe card off of my apron. I run for the vestibule in front of me realizing that my other half, whom is also working at the time, has my keys. Immediately, I turn around and make a run for the dishroom down the server aisle. I scream, "Gerald I need the keys." He looked at me befuddled as he turns around realizing it is me screaming at him and says, "What's wrong." All I could manage to get out was, "Gabbie's gone". He looked at me really weird and this time I screamed it, "Gabbie's missing, come on". We both ran from the back of Cracker Barrel through a vestibule into retail I remember looking over my shoulder seeing Gerald on the floor, evidently he fell turning that last corner in retail before we hit the front door.

Gerald drove that day and I couldn't remember where the car was. "Where's the car," as I scanned the parking lot. He pointed and took off with me on his heels. He handed me the keys and I took off with my emergency flashers on I must of been doing 80 m.p.h. as I went down frog hill passing two cars.

I was saying I have to call Josh. (Gabbie's biological father) Oh god Gerald the pool. Gabbie loves water, yet she still can't swim with her only being 2. What if a child molester picked her up. What if she's hurt. These where the things I was thinking about. I don't really remember if I actually said them or not.

I got to my house in 2 minutes, literally. I got out of my car and Lanita, my babysitter, opened my front door and I screamed, "Where is my daughter? Where is Gabbie?"

"Stephanie, I don't know."

"Where's Christian?"

"At the police station." I turned and ran the whole block and a half to the Sheriff's Office. As I run up to the police station there is an ambulance there, I go to walk into the office and there's my daughter. What a sight to see, she is standing there with 3 other women as soon as she sees me she starts screaming for me. "Momma, Momma, Momma." An obese woman with short brown hair, a red sweater and jeans picks her up and tries to turn where she can't see me. Gabbie immediately starts hitting, kicking, and screaming trying to get to me.

A police officer with the Waynesville Police Department, Gwen, comes through another glass door and says "I need you in that room." I noticed that Christian was sitting over her right shoulder in a chair. I tell her, "No, I want him." She tells me, "You'll have to wait in line." So, as I sit in this room and get questioned by both the police and a lady by the name of Jeanne James from DFS I realize I can't hear Gabbie anymore. I look over at Christian and ask him, "Where is she?" "She's right there," he tells me. A male officer starts yelling something at him for answering me. I sit in this room answering question after question while looking at Chris for reaffirmation that my daughter is still there.

Finally, they get done with the grilling and I get to see Gabbie. The relief I felt when they let me walk out of the Sheriff's Office with my daughter I can't put into words. DFS of course has opened a case on me which I will get dismissed.

They don't know that I know more about them than they know about me.

I know I can protect myself thanks to the laws listed on www.fightcps.com.

I know I have rights.

I also know that my family's rights will not be violated. I will not let them be.

DFS or CPS definitely has a fight on their hands with me.

With a new marriage comes new worries

2006-01-11T00:43:00.000-07:00

My life has really changed within the last couple of weeks. I forgot what it was like to wake up with someone who is holding me and telling me how beautiful I am. (Even though I look like death warmed over in the mornings.) I forgot what that does to a person's self esteem. I am by far beautiful and I am not a confident person in real life.

Jesse on the other hand is. He asked me to marry him a total of eight times before I said yes. He knew in his heart that one day I would say yes I suppose, but I gave him a list of reasons as to why I wouldn't/couldn't/shouldn't marry him.

The age thing being the biggest part of it. I am ten years Jesse's senior and I just knew it would cause problems with people here in Smallville, U.S.A. Mainly, his parents although to my surprise it really hasn't caused any problems at all with my new mother-in-law. She was absolutely darling two days after the wedding. Even though I was babysitting 5 other kids she took the time to come talk and fuss at Jesse for inviting her while there were 9 children in our house. She fussed just like I do at my kids and I knew at that moment a mother is going to be a mother regardless of what any of us say. I couldn't help but to laugh while he blushed vehemently. It was absolutely darling.

Another was the fact that I only have one ovary and that one is tied off. We've discussed it over and over. So, we have opted to try invitro. Jesse is a great father to my children. They truely adore him and he absolutely dotes on them. He is stern when he needs to be, loving all the time, and most importantly leads by example. He doesn't hesitate teaching Daunte' a new game or letting Gabbie cuddle up in his lap. It is just such a beautiful sight. I hadn't realized what an effect he had on them until I just watched. Gabbie doesn't come to me anymore when she needs something she goes to him, especially since I have been working such odd hours of late. I kind of miss Gabbie coming to me for more juice or crawling up in my lap when she is tired. Sometimes I will get her out of her crib and let her sleep with us. I miss the baby I had; she has grown so much.

Jesse is about to go into the military and it scares me. The thought that I could lose him scares the bejeebies out of me. The thought that he could be gone for 18 months to Iraq scares me even more. I knew that he wanted to join and I accepted that the day I married him, but it doesn't make me stop worrying about it.

The thing is I never ever thought that you could adore someone as much as I do Jesse. He understands the fact that I am scared and why I am terrified. This is something new to me.

He is taking care of me and our children whole heartedly with an abundance of love while not regretting anything. It's funny I never thought a man could ever love me and my children the way Jesse does. He has given me faith. Faith in God, faith in man, and faith in myself.

I know he'll read this and probably tell me that this is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about him. If that's the case then these people knew nothing about him.

I love you honey.

A New Year; A New Start

2006-01-05T23:14:00.000-07:00

Ok...I know I know I haven't been writing much.

So much has happened to me and my little family in the last month or so it's just ridiculous. Where to start is the question?

The month of December flew by thanks to things like the holidays, birthdays and of course a wedding.

Gabbie turned 2 on the 19th. She had a princess cake and the people who loved her around her. Yes, there is a thing called the terrible two's I am learning. She tells us to "ut up" which means shut up. She tells us to "weave er awone" which is leave her alone. She has also decided that she is the queen bee anywhere she goes. She doesn't want to be carried she wants to "walk" which means she will bolt from you the minute she is able. In that minute you see her hair and her legs going ninety to nothing. She is a quick little devil let me tell you. There is nothing funnier than to watch me trying to catch a 2 year old running down an aisle in Wal-Mart while she is giggling all the way.

Then of course Christmas was the 25th. Try having a pile of presents for kids plus friends and getting them to all be civial... what a chore.

On the 30th, I got married to the most wonderful man ever. Jesse is quite a bit younger than me *cough* by ten years *cough*, but the most loving individual I have ever met. He adores the children, and they just absolutely adore him. In fact, I woke up to him sitting in front of the television with Gabbie in his lap watching Star Wars. In a way that is scarey her watching Star Wars and remaining still that long, but it was a beautiful sight to see. Daunte' loves having another guy around to play with. Jesse will get down on the floor and play with his toys with him.

The funny thing is how we met was at work. Ahhh...yes the wonderful Waffle House. I was involved at the time with another gentleman and kept telling him no, but he was a persistent bugger. After, I split with my ex Jesse and I crossed paths at the local Wal-Mart and I took his number. I called him a couple days later and we talked for a few minutes. Later on that night he showed up and well....things kinda fell in place. We decided that the time was right and got married two weeks later. I mean we more than knew enough about each other. (Have you ever worked in an all night diner? The things we talk about!)

I found a more convient job for the both of us where I don't sleep all day and he is re-enlisting.

I love the fact that he is here when I wake up with his arms wrapped around me every morning.

I love the fact that we can talk for hours upon hours before we go to sleep at night.

I also love the fact that he helps cheer me up when I am having a bad day.

I also love the fact that I get a good morning kiss and a good night one.

I love the fact that he loves me and both the kids.

I think I just love the fact that I am actually in love with his heart, soul, and mind.

A New School Prayer

2005-12-27T11:02:00.000-07:00

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rules
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.

If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.

We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.

It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
Amen

2005-12-25T22:54:00.000-07:00

Your Dating Purity Score: 61%

You are an under-experienced dater.This doesn't mean you're unexperienced - far from it.It just means that there's a lot of romance left to discover!

Dating Purity Test

2005-12-25T22:49:00.000-07:00

You Are 24 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

2005-12-25T22:34:00.000-07:00

2005-12-25T22:25:00.000-07:00

I have seen it all....

2005-12-25T22:12:00.000-07:00

http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&ncid=1756&e=3&u=/051221/480/ah11112212006

YES!!!!

2005-12-24T12:08:00.000-07:00

Beautiful...

2005-12-22T06:32:00.000-07:00

http://home.att.net/~hideaway_fun/candy/c_cane.htm

A Soldier's Holiday

2005-12-04T22:18:00.000-07:00

This poem is a bit long, but well worth it.Take the
time to read it to the end and then pass it along to
your friends.

T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND.
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

AND THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE.
I DROPPED TO MY KNEESAND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND SOON DRIFTED TO SLEEP.
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,WHISPERED,
"CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT."

A Day of Memory and Thanks

2005-11-25T15:50:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I sat in Jumpgate, a space sim I play, thinking of what I should be thankful for. That was until I seen a pilot by the name of Chase. My heart stopped that name I thought to myself what is it with that name. Then it dawned on me. In the first years I played Jumpgate we had a pilot with the callsign of Jaxom whom lost his son (Chase was his name) in a massive house fire.

I immediately hailed the pilot thinking that maybe it was Jaxom who has been MIA for quite some time. To my disappointment it wasn't Jaxom making a return from the nether world, but a pilot that was more than interested in the history of his callsign and the importance it held within New Dawn. He thanked me and moved on for the history lesson of Jumpgate.

It was then that I realized two things about Jumpgate, the playerbase, and what I was thankful for yesterday.

1. NetDevil actually does care about it's playerbase. You see when Episode 2: Attack of the Conflux was released. New Dawn learned that in conflux space there was a lone sector named "The Chase". It was named after Jaxom's son better yet in memory of his son, which proved to us that NetDevil does care.

2. I also thought of my own kids that day and how lucky I was to have them. More like how thankful I am to have them.

The moral of this story is be thankful for what you have and who you have before it's too late. There may never be a tomorrow to say I love you one last time.

Welcome to the Wonderful World of Waitressing

2005-11-20T16:44:00.000-07:00

He said she said.

Drama.

Shoo shoo.

Yeap that's all the names I use for gossip. The telling of something you are unsure of. The focal points of these "hens" or "busy bodies" is due to the fact that they have no life of their own or that they just have to much spare time.

They focus on the unknown to them or what they are scared of. The flirtatious waitress can become the, "watch out for her or she will take you home waitress". What the old fogies don't realize is that on the graveyard you have to flirt to make good money.

I myself am a waitress who flirts for her tips, which by the way I love, but there comes a time to know the difference with who you are outside of work. That's right even a I can be different from who I am at work.

Did you know that the pay for a waitress is 2.13 an hour? Yes, that says two dollars and thirteen cents.

Did you know that a waitress makes most of her money in tips? If not you do now don't you.

Did you know that as a waitress you have to be something your not? For instance, I am not a people person yet at work I put on a good act. I pretend to love waiting on a bunch of drunks on the graveyard shift. If you ask me why you must need to get smacked. Money is not this waitresses drive. Surprise! My kids are.

Did you know that if you look nice and smells nice a customer will take note? That's right even myself notices the change in a customers demeanor if I have make-up on.

Did you know that if a waitress flirts with you that it doesn't mean they want to ravish your body? God, knows I will make you feel good about yourself when I am behind that counter but the minute I am in regular clothes with my kids the fake Stephanie is not there anymore.

I am a very ambitious, independent, single mother, and super mom by day. That doesn't mean it is okay for anyone to come up to me and grab my butt in front of my kids.

I have a very select group of friends. That's right friends I said. I will let them sleep on the couch if need be. I can actually be in the same bed with a friend and not have oh my gosh sex with them. Sex means nothing to me. My desire is totally gone. Yours would be too if you had to deal with the drunk GI's I deal with every night.

I absolutely hate being accused of doing something I'm not. Although, being accused of it sure makes you want to do it.

So, next time you sit down at your table in a restaurant to eat remember that your waitress may be doing something she hates for the love of her children and nothing more. It is her job to keep you happy while you are eating in the establishment and nothing more.

The Blue Dress

2005-11-19T12:56:00.000-07:00

http://home.att.net/~hideaway_fun/395/blue_dress.htm

Notes to God

2005-11-19T12:54:00.000-07:00

http://home.att.net/~hideaway_fun/398/notes.htm

What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?

2005-10-26T17:52:00.000-06:00

Your Hair Should Be Orange

Expressive, deep, and one of a kind.
You pull off "weird" well - hardly anyone notices.

What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?

What's funny is that my hair is so red it is almost orange. :P

What's Your Hidden Talent?

2005-10-26T17:35:00.000-06:00

Your Hidden Talent

You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.
And while this may not seem big, it can be.
It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.
You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.

What's Your Hidden Talent?

The Wonderful World of Writers Block

2005-10-26T17:05:00.000-06:00

Yes, that's right I have had writer's block I have so much on my mind that I haven't really had time to sit down and write.

I went to my first parent teachers conference on my kids and walked out with my head held in shame from my two step-childrens classes. I make sure they do their homework and still Joseph, my 9 year old step son, finds a way to not bring his home even if that means the teacher watching him throw it away and handing it back to him. GGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrr.....it makes me angry that he would lie to me and it makes me even madder knowing that he is doing it. I have spanked him. He still does it. I have punished him. He still does it. What else can I do?

Heather my 7 year old step daughter has brought her grades up remarkably. She is now sitting with a 4.2. GO HEATHER!!

Daunte the one child I thought would give us trouble because of all his medical conditions is the only one that hasn't needed constant reminding to do his homework. His teacher raved on him wanting to learn along with his behavior. Remember this is the ADHD child the one with OCD and ODD. She said he has a very good attitude and strives for perfection. All I could think was Daunte my 5 year old son? We are talking about him right? She assured me that he is one of the brightest children in her class. She continued to tell me what a pleasure he is and how bright he is.

Needless to say I walked out of Daunte's class in total awe.

I have been working so much lately I barely have enough time to check my e-mail every other day.

2005-10-26T14:10:00.000-06:00

Your Power Color Is Indigo

At Your Highest:

You are on a fast track to success - and others believe in you.

At Your Lowest:

You require a lot of attention and praise.

In Love:

You see people as how you want them to be, not as how they are.

How You're Attractive:

You're dramatic flair makes others see you as mysterious and romantic.

Your Eternal Question:

"Does This Work Into My Future Plans?"

What's Your Power Color?

2005-10-26T13:50:00.000-06:00

How You Are In Love

You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.

You tend to give more than take in relationships.

You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.

You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.

You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.

How Are You In Love?

2005-10-26T13:48:00.000-06:00

Snickers

Nutty and gooey - you always satisfy.

What Kind of Candy Are You?

Kissing Purity

2005-10-26T13:31:00.000-06:00

Your Kissing Purity Score: 34% Pure

You're not one to kiss and tell...
But word is, you kiss pretty well.

Kissing Purity Test

Absolutely Stunning...

2005-10-26T12:50:00.000-06:00

http://home.att.net/~hideaway_fun/392/beautiful.htm

Momma Always Told Me...

2005-10-24T10:30:00.000-06:00

http://home.att.net/~hideaway_fun/390/mom_always.htm

2005-10-19T13:36:00.000-06:00

John Deere Baby!
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2005-10-19T13:35:00.000-06:00

A farming Gabbie.
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Red Friday

2005-10-15T09:56:00.000-06:00

Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday.

The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the "silent majority".

We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or over-bearing.

We get no liberal media coverage on TV, to reflect our message or our opinions. Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops.

Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that.

Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women a far will wear something red. By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers.

If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances co-workers, friends, and family. It will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once "silent" majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on.

The first thing a soldier says when asked "What can we do to make things better for you?" is...We need your support and your prayers.

Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example; and wear something red every Friday.

WE LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE, ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE. THEIR BLOOD RUNS RED - WEAR RED!

Bobbing for Apples

2005-10-14T09:25:00.000-06:00

http://www.liquidgeneration.com/sabotage/halloween_apple.asp

Play this game and have a chilling surprise at the end

2005-10-14T09:02:00.000-06:00

http://www.liquidgeneration.com/sabotage/pumpkin_carve.asp

I asked God...

2005-10-14T08:54:00.000-06:00

http://home.att.net/~hideaway_fun/389/i_asked_god.htm

Something I Thought I Should Share (from an e-mail my father sent me)

2005-10-14T07:35:00.000-06:00

Please read until the end.

This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!): I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology.

The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called "Smile." The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.

I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally. Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.

We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.

As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling". His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.

The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them. The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.

He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something.He just wanted to be warm). Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.

That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot.

I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand .He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you." I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope." I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son.

When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope." We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.

We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love. I returned tocollege, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.

In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE. Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.

If you think this story has touched you in any way, please send this to everyone you know. There is an Angel sent to watch over you. In order for her to work, you must pass this on to the people you want watched over.

An Angel wrote: Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart. To handle yourself, use your head. To handle others, use your heart. God Gives every bird it's food, but He does not throw it into its nest.

Domestic Violence Awareness Month

2005-10-05T06:20:00.000-06:00

Unheard Cries

I dream tonight a dream of my screams

Someone is there but I can not see
I sense them but, who could it be
Is it him again
Will he kill me

I dream of the bruises
I dream of the blood
I dream of the sorrow that is misunderstood

I feel someone touch me
I come up to swing realize in an instant that it is not he

I dream of the bruises, the black eyes, and my unheard cries

Is this a dream or is it my reality?

I wrote this poem after a very explosive relationship that resulted in my 5 year old son being born almost a full two months early and myself being put into a medicated coma.

At the time I thought I was doing the right thing by staying in this relationship. I thought he would change if I loved him enough, I couldn't of been more wrong.

I was called a bitch, cunt, whore and slut on a regular basis. The first time he hit me was when I was 4 months pregnant and that was for not putting enough seasoning in his red beans and rice. The last time he hit me was on June 7, 2003. I walked out of the hospital with my son on December 13, 2003 headed for a battered women's shelter across state lines because of the fear that he would finish what he started and there is no doubt in my mind that he would or could manage it.

I know many people heard when he was beating me.

I know many people seen the bruises that I tried to disguise with make-up.

I also now know that I am paying the price for this relationship. I have post traumatic stress disorder, tempro-mandibular joint disorder, night terrors, and a fear of sleeping in the dark.

Many women that have been in an abusive relationship suffer with their lives, I was lucky I got out with a son and my life.

My advice be aware.

Know the signs.

Know that there is help.

1-800-799-SAFE (7233)

1-800-787-3224 (TTY)

Whispers

2005-10-05T04:18:00.000-06:00

http://home.att.net/~soloshideaway/600/whispers.htm

2005-10-04T14:45:00.000-06:00

My little man with his bear.
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2005-10-04T14:44:00.000-06:00

My nephew Jeremy who just got sent over to Iraq. This picture was taken the day of his wedding in July.
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2005-10-04T14:42:00.000-06:00

My mother is a queen she did what most couldn't and what most wouldn't.
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2005-10-04T14:41:00.000-06:00

My father on his return from boot camp in 1961.
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2005-10-04T14:40:00.000-06:00

Prince Charming with his Cinderella.
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2005-10-04T14:39:00.000-06:00

Daunte' the handsome one.
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2005-10-04T14:37:00.000-06:00

My little cowboy.
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2005-10-04T14:35:00.000-06:00

The picture says it all.
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A Little Smile

2005-09-30T17:29:00.000-06:00

http://home.att.net/~soloshideaway/597/smile2.htm

A Day Off...

2005-09-21T13:41:00.000-06:00

I finally got a day off and how did I spend it getting my nails done with the girls at work.

I forgot what it was like to have adult time.

No kids.

No customers yelling for more to drink.

No flirting to make tips.

I so didn't know how to act. Of course, we had a good time being that we all know each other. It was so much fun to just kick back and relax with a group of women.

Of course with us all working together we had to goose each other and laugh continuously. I so forgot what it was like to sit around and laugh just to laugh. The poor waitress at the truck stop probably thought us insane or even thought we were lesbians the way we were acting. Who knows and frankly I really don't care.

I spent an enjoyable day out with friends that I work with.

Even our little waiter Josh came with us. Every girl knows the type a pretty boy at 18 us girls took him out got him his first earring and first high lighted hair do done. He looks absolutely stunning if you ask me. We are trying to teach him how to make money on the floor the way we do. Yeah, I know how hard it is for the male waiter so we kinda have to get him turned in the right direction. So we are making him over. Now we have to take him shopping for nicer clothes and teach him how to flirt.

It really doesn't take much to make him smile so at times you will see one of us walk by him grab his butt which he smiles and continues to do so which will always improve the tip left on the table. He is enjoying the attention he is now getting and loving every minute of it.

Yet, this is just the start of our reconstruction of Joshua the Pretty Boy.

Give me some time and I will show you the finished product.

My Father-in-law sent this to me...

2005-09-14T12:18:00.000-06:00

WOULDN'T IT BE GREAT TO TURN ON THE TV AND HEAR ANY U.S. PRESIDENT, DEMOCRAT OR REPUBLICAN GIVE THE FOLLOWING SPEECH?

My Fellow Americans: As you all know, the defeat of Iraq regime has been completed.

Since congress does not want to spend any more money on this war, our mission in Iraq is complete.

This morning I gave the order for a complete removal of all American forces from Iraq.This action will be complete within 30 days. It is now to begin the reckoning.

Before me, I have two lists. One list contains the names of countries which have stood by our side during the Iraq conflict. This list is short. The United Kingdom, Spain, Bulgaria, Australia, and Poland are some of the countries listed there.

The other list contains everyone not on the first list. Most of the world's nations are on that list. My press secretary will be distributing copies of both lists later this evening.

Let me start by saying that effective immediately, foreign aid to those nations on List 2 ceases immediately and indefinitely. The money saved during the first year alone will pretty much pay for the costs of the Iraqi war.

The American people are no longer going to pour money into third world Hell-holes and watch those government leaders grow fat on corruption.

Need help with a famine? Wrestling with an epidemic? Call France.

In the future, together with Congress, I will work to redirect this money toward solving the vexing social problems we still have at home. On that note, a word to terrorist organizations. Screw with us and we will hunt you down and eliminate you and all your friends from the face of the earth.

Thirsting for a gutsy country to terrorize? Try France, or maybe China.

I am ordering the immediate severing of diplomatic relations with France, Germany, and Russia. Thanks for all your help, comrades. We are retiring from NATO as well. Bon chance, mes amis.

I have instructed the Mayor of New York City to begin towing the many UN diplomatic vehicles located in Manhattan with more than two unpaid parking tickets to sites where those vehicles will be stripped, shredded and crushed. I don't care about whatever treaty pertains to this. You creeps have tens of thousands of unpaid tickets. Pay those tickets tomorrow or watch your precious Benzes, Beamers and limos be turned over to some of the finest chop shops in the world. I love New York.

A special note to our neighbors. Canada is on List 2. Since we are likely to be seeing a lot more of each other, you folks might want to try not pissing us off for a change.

Mexico is also on List 2. President Fox and his entire corrupt government really need an attitude adjustment. I will have a couple extra tank and infantry divisions sitting around. Guess where I am going to put em? Yep, border security. So start doing something with your oil.

Oh, by the way, the United States is abrogating the NAFTA treaty - starting now.

We are tired of the one-way highway. Immediately, we'll be drilling for oil in Alaska - which will take care of this country's oil needs for decades to come. If you're an environmentalist who opposes this decision, I refer you to List 2 above: pick a country and move there. They care.

It is time for America to focus on its own welfare and its own citizens. Some will accuse us of isolationism. I answer them by saying, "darn tootin."

Nearly a century of trying to help folks live a decent life around the world has only earned us the undying enmity of just about everyone on the planet. It is time to eliminate hunger in America. It is time to eliminate homelessness in America. It is time to eliminate World Cup Soccer from America. To the nations on List 1, a final thought. Thanks guys. We owe you and we won't forget.

To the nations on List 2, a final thought: You might want to learn to speak Arabic.

God bless America. Thank you and good night.

If you can read this, thank a teacher. If you are reading it in English, thank a soldier.

Food for thought?

2005-09-13T12:30:00.000-06:00

http://dogsnot.net/cgi-bin/mt-tb.cgi/1051

Ok, I just read this and was sickened by the thought of children, especially disabled children living like this. I hope these people go away for a very, very long time.

The Difference Between a Father and a Dad

2005-09-10T15:43:00.000-06:00

I think I have discovered the answer to this after years and years of searching.

I have just discovered the words father and daddy mean two totally seperate things.

A father is suppose to nuture a child as definition states, but in today's society with all the step-parents about the definition of a father is moot.

A daddy on the same hand means the same thing.

Respectively these two words may mean the same things by definition, but by a man's actions they are two totally seperate things.

A father in my world means a man who donates his sperm and gives no follow-up care.

Whereas a daddy supports, loves, cares and nurtuers their child no matter if it is theirs or not.

This is of course my opinion and what do I know everyone has one I suppose.

The Time Has Come

2005-09-10T12:18:00.000-06:00

Life is filled with many trials and tribulations.

I have heard all the little quips on life and how to endure. I have always thought of my children as my drive in life.

I have never stopped living my life because I was tired of trying or just plain tired. When you have children things change. They become your first thought when waking up in the morning and your last when going to bed at night.

I have never been a high maintenance woman. I tend to think of the bills and what the children need before what I need.

When I start feeling blue or melancholy, I usually grab up one of the kids and get lovies from them. Yes, I said lovies which is hugs and kisses as you know it.

When a parent loses interest in their life how will they be able to take care of their children? Plain and simple they can't. Why punish your kids because you can't help yourself?

If a parent gives up and has no fight left, how can they be effective as a parent? They can't.

Discipline. How can a parent discipline their children and teach right from wrong without spanking and getting the point across? Each child is different each with their own individuality and each child has their own way of thinking you have to adjust to the individual child.

Many states have statutes in place telling a parent that they can't spank their children because it is abuse. Yet, these statutes tell the kids that there are no consequences for their actions unless you plan on sending them to the corner or just don't take an interest in your child.

Without discipline there is no structure thus the reason you see kids having kids, you see kids killing, and you see more than enough sitting in prison tried as adults at the tender age of 13.

Discipline is not wrong as long as you know the difference between a beating and a spanking.

I mean come on how many times have you had a spanking? I know I have had my fair share especially when I was a kid. I told myself that I wouldn't spank. I was wrong. I do spank and now see why my mother and father chose to spank us.

When I was growing up it took a neighborhood to raise a child. I use to get spanked by my friend's parents for doing something out of line. I was a latch-key kid, although I don't want my kids being one, but I learned my limitations by getting spanked. Nothing is wrong with disciplining your child with a spanking when it is needed.

If you let your kids run wild they will eventually run over you and anyone else in between. It is not and will not be tolerated in my household.

Katrina

2005-08-31T04:49:00.000-06:00

My heart just raised to my throat. I usually, don't look at weather reports or watch the news due to all the world wide drama going on. I just now decided to take a look at the photos of devistation that Hurrican Katrina brought to the coast of Mississippi, which use to be my home town. I have rode out many hurricanes between Louisiana and Mississippi. I am in awe of the total devistation there.

My heart, my prayers, and my love goes out to the family, friends, and relatives of those that have lost loved ones in this natural disaster.

Jane Fonda and My 2 Cents

2005-08-29T17:09:00.000-06:00

This is for all the kids born in the 70's who do not remember, and didn't have to bear the burden that our fathers, mothers and older brothers and sisters had to bear.

Jane Fonda is being honored as one of the"100 Women of the Century," BY BARBRAWALTERS!

Unfortunately, many have forgotten and still countless others have never known how Ms.Fonda betrayed not only the idea of our country, but specific men who served and sacrificed during Vietnam.

The first part of this is from an F-4E pilot. The pilot's name is Jerry Driscoll, a River Rat.

In 1968, the former Commandant of the USAF Survival School was a POW in Ho Lo Prison the "Hanoi Hilton." Dragged from a stinking cesspit of a cell, cleaned, fed, and dressed in clean PJ's, he was ordered to describe for a visiting American"Peace Activist" the "lenient and humane treatment" he'd received. He spat at Ms. Fonda, was clubbed, and was dragged away.

During the subsequent beating, he fell forward onto the camp Commandant's feet, which sent that officer berserk.

In 1978, the Air Force Colonel still suffered from double vision (which permanently ended hisflying career) from the Commandant's frenzied application of a wooden baton.

From 1963-65, Col. Larry Carrigan was in the47FW/DO (F-4E's). He spent 6 years in the"Hanoi Hilton", the first three of which his family only knew he was "missing in action". His wife lived on faith that he was still alive.

His group, too, got the cleaned-up, fed and clothed routine in preparation for a"peace delegation" visit. They, however, had time and devised a plan to get word to the world that they were alive and still survived. Each man secreted a tiny piece of paper, with his Social Security Number on it, in the palm of his hand. When paraded before Ms. Fonda and a cameraman, she walked the line, shaking each man's hand and asking little encouraging snippets like: "Aren't you sorry you bombed babies?" and "Are you grateful for the humanetreatment from your benevolent captors?" Believing this HAD to be an act, they each palmed her their sliver of paper. She took them all without missing a beat.

At the end of the line and once the camera stopped rolling, to the shocked disbelief of the POWs,she turned to the officer in charge and handed him all the little pieces of paper.

Three men died from the subsequent beatings. Colonel Carrigan was almost number four but he survived, which is the only reason we know of her actions that day.

I was a civilian economic development advisorin Vietnam, and was captured by the NorthVietnamese communists in South Vietnam in1968, and held prisoner for over 5 years.I spent 27 months in solitary confinement; one year in a cage in Cambodia; and one year in a "black box" in Hanoi.

My North Vietnamese captors deliberately poisoned and murdered a female missionary, a nurse in a leprosarium in Ban me Thuot, SouthVietnam, whom I buried in the jungle near the Cambodian border.

At one time, I weighed only about 90 lbs.(My normal weight is 170 lbs.)

We were Jane Fonda's "war criminals." When Jane Fonda was in Hanoi, I was asked by the camp communist political officer if I would be willing to meet with her. I said yes, for I wanted to tell her about the real treatment we POWs received... and how different it was from the treatment purported bythe North Vietnamese, and parroted by her as"humane and lenient." Because of this, I spent three days on a rocky floor on my knees, with my arms outstretchedwith a large steel weights placed on my hands, and beaten with a bamboo cane.

I had the opportunity to meet with Jane Fonda soon after I was released. I asked her if she would be willing to debate me on TV. She never did answer me.

These first-hand experiences do not exemplifysomeone who should be honored as partof "100 Years of Great Women."Lest we forget..." 100 Years of Great Women" should never include a traitor whose hands are covered with the blood of so many patriots.

There are few things I have strong visceral reactions to, but Hanoi Jane's participation inblatant treason, is one of them.

RONALD D. SAMPSON,
CMSgt,
USAF716
Maintenance Squadron,
Chief ofMaintenance
DSN: 875-6431
COMM: 883-6343

My parents are Vietnam Era vets and so is my father-in-law. These men and women were treated inhumanely as well when they came home. People would call them "baby killers" when they did return to the states. What is so bad is that these men fought for us.

The Viet Cong used children to put grenades in gas tanks by pulling the pin while having a rubber band wrapped around it then having these children drop them in the gas tanks on american vehicles and the gas would eat the rubber away causing the truck to go boom or they would actually live wire these children with explosives attached to pressure plates under their clothing. They sent these children to die purposely. Yet, when our soldiers came home they were treated like they were the ones wrong. They fought for their brothers and sisters that were lieing next to them dieing.

Now that the boys from Iraq are coming home they are being treated like gold. They are being given parades on arrivals.

What happened to that kind of treatment for the Vietnam vets? Vietnam veterans are now getting the recognition today that they deserved when they actually came home from the worst war ever in my eyes.

To my family and friends that served in Vietnam, Thank You and I am sorry that it took you so long to hear those words.

Bruce G. Johnson

Mildred B. Johnson

Donald Pate

Claude VonPluren

2005-08-29T05:20:00.000-06:00

Gabbie girl.
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2005-08-29T05:17:00.001-06:00

I thought this was beautiful.
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2005-08-29T05:17:00.000-06:00

Rocks, rocks and huge rocks.
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2005-08-29T05:16:00.000-06:00

I loved how these rock bolders sat in the water.
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2005-08-29T05:15:00.000-06:00

A spiders home and a snake habitat.
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2005-08-29T05:14:00.000-06:00

I thought of the poem Little Ms. Muffet looking at this seen.
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2005-08-29T05:13:00.000-06:00

I thought these were lovely.
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2005-08-29T05:12:00.001-06:00

A nice and simple flower in which Gabbie felt the need to pick.
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2005-08-29T05:12:00.000-06:00

Beautiful....simply beautiful.
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2005-08-29T05:11:00.000-06:00

This rock caught my eye simply because of the vegetation growing on it.
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2005-08-29T05:09:00.000-06:00

I thought this flower was pretty and so did Gabbie, because as soon as I took the picture she picked this very flower.
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2005-08-29T05:08:00.000-06:00

:P
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2005-08-28T22:13:00.000-06:00

Daunte', Joseph, Heather, and Gabbie.
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2005-08-28T22:12:00.000-06:00

I love the rocks so sue me. :P
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2005-08-28T22:11:00.000-06:00

My demon children trying to look cute for the camera. Of course Gabbie wasn't being cooperative so Daddy's tummy is present.
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2005-08-28T22:09:00.000-06:00

I loved the rocks with the climbing shrubbery.
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2005-08-28T22:04:00.000-06:00

I love this picture. I took it today in black and white which you can see, but I absolutely love it.
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Disney Memories

2005-08-25T18:25:00.000-06:00

http://home.att.net/~soloshideaway/585/disney.htm

Ahhh...to remember my childhood.

Dogs vs. Cats

2005-08-24T17:13:00.000-06:00

http://hideaway_fun.home.att.net/386/cat.htm

I couldn't help, but share this. Way too cute for words.

2005-08-24T16:52:00.000-06:00

Daunte', Joseph, and Michelle once again.
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2005-08-24T16:51:00.000-06:00

Cocoa getting a bath. The guy is Donnie in the red baseball hat. The one with no shirt is Larry. The cowboy hat guy is Claude. At the very edge of the tractor is my father in law.
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2005-08-24T16:49:00.000-06:00

I really love Choco me and her just got done running when this picture was snapped. I was reminding her how good of a girl she had been while trotting next to me.
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2005-08-24T16:47:00.000-06:00

Choco the beautiful.
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2005-08-24T16:44:00.000-06:00

Daunte`, Joseph, and Michelle on the horse trailer.
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2005-08-24T11:45:00.000-06:00

Gabbie riding bareback. She is in love with Sassy and Sassy with her. Sassy is very protective over Gabbie, especially when we are out in the pasture. Between Sassy and Stormy, Gabbie doesn't go to far.
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2005-08-24T11:42:00.000-06:00

Gabbie and Sassy (who she is sitting on).
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2005-08-21T20:14:00.000-06:00

Gabbie is still sleeping even after we arrive home and so hated when I took her out of the seat.
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2005-08-21T20:13:00.000-06:00

I so hate camera's on me when I first wake up.
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2005-08-21T20:12:00.001-06:00

Michelle, Gabbie's new cousin.
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2005-08-21T20:12:00.000-06:00

After a long hard day of shopping.
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YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2005 when...

2005-08-21T20:00:00.000-06:00

1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.

2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.

4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.

6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.

7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.

8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.

10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.

11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )

12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.

13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.

14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.

15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.AND NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.

The Rest of the Story

2005-08-21T19:55:00.000-06:00

Captain Kangaroo passed away on January 23, 2004 as age 76 , which is odd, because he always looked to be 76. (DOB: 6/27/27.) It reminded me of the following story.

Some people have been a bit offended that the actor, Lee Marvin, is buried in a grave alongside 3 and 4 star generals at Arlington National Cemetery.

Here's a guy who was only a famous movie star who served his time, why the heck does he rate burial with these guys? Well, following is the amazing answer: I always liked Lee Marvin, but didn't know the extent of his Corps experiences.

In a time when many Hollywood stars served their country in the armed forces often in rear-echelon posts where they were carefully protected, only to be trotted out to perform for the cameras in war bond promotions, Lee Marvin was a genuine hero. He won the Navy Cross at Iwo Jima. There is only one higher Naval award... the Medal Of Honor.

If that is a surprising comment on the true character of the man, he credits his sergeant with an even greater show of bravery.

During a dialog on "The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson", Johnny's guest was Lee Marvin. Johnny said, "Lee, I'll bet a lot of people are unaware that you were a Marine in the initial landing at Iwo Jima... and that during the course of that action you earned the Navy Cross and were severely wounded."

"Yeah, yeah... I got shot square in the bottom and they gave me the Cross for securing a hot spot about halfway up Suribachi. Bad thing about getting shot up on a mountain is guys getting' shot hauling you down But, Johnny, at Iwo I served under the bravest man I ever knew... . We both got the cross the same day, but what he di d for his Cross made mine look cheap in comparison. That dumb guy actually stood up on Red beach and directed his troops to move forward and get the hell off the beach. Bullets flying by, with mortar rounds landing everywhere and he stood there as the main target.

Johnny, I'm not lying, Sergeant Keeshan was the bravest man I ever knew. The Sergeant's name is Bob Keeshan. You and the world know him as Captain Kangaroo."

On another note, there was this wimpy little man (who just passed away) on PBS, gentle and quiet. Mr. Rogers is another of those you would least suspect of being anything but what he now portrays to our youth. But Mr. Rogers was a U.S. Navy Seal, combat-proven in Vietnam with over twenty-five confirmed kills to his name. He wore a long-sleeved sweater on TV, to cover the many tattoos on his forearm and biceps. He was a master in small arms and hand-to-hand combat, able to disarm or kill in a heartbeat.

After the war Mr. Rogers became an ordained Presbyterian minister and therefore a pacifist. Vowing to never harm another human and also dedicating the rest of his life to trying to help lead children on the right path in life. He hid away the tattoos and his past life and won our hearts with his quiet wit and charm.

America's real heroes don't flaunt what they did; they quietly go about their day-to-day lives, doing what they do best. They earned our respect and the freedoms that we all enjoy.

Look around and see if you can find one of those heroes in your midst. Often, they are the ones you'd least suspect, but would most like to have on your side if anything ever happened.

Take the time to thank anyone that has fought for our freedom. With encouragement they could be the next Captain Kangaroo or Mr. Rogers.

Working

2005-08-20T23:52:00.000-06:00

I love it and so didn't realize how much I had missed it.

Do I have to work? No not really. Although I love my children and my family I get to come out of my mommy clothes fives days a week, which I trade in for a uniform for a 7 to 10 hour shift.

That means adult interaction with more than just my family here. Oh god, how I missed it. I get to say things like restroom instead of potty, I can say no instead of no-no, and most importantly I can say Sweetie, darling and honey to adults who grin back and think it is some kind of southern charm going on.

My customers are great for the most part although I have some drunks on the weekends and lots of basic training privates I totally adore my new job.

Tonight I even did the unthinkable I played a matching game. I had two privates at the counter drinking a cup of coffee and a glass of water drooling over a young girl and her mother. So, what did I do? I picked up their cups, asked their names, went over to the other table and asked if the gentlemen could join the ladies which they were happy to accept. After a 30-45 minute chat one of the young privates left for a date with the young lady and mom and friend in tow. I thought it was kinda cute.

Needless to say I had a very good night in tips especially from the two privates.

You so have to love waitressing.

Rant Time....

2005-08-20T07:49:00.000-06:00

I love it when newly redevoted Christians (www.razorskiss.net) pass judgements on others aka atheists.

I love it when newly redevoted Christians ( http://picturesquelife.com/ )pass judgement on others aka parents.

These two have some real work to do not only with themselves, but with each other as well. Seeing as these two are a couple and now looking to marry it makes me wonder how their "blended family" will turn out.

Yes, I am passing a judgement. I am more than able to since my daughter is suppose to be part of that blended family. I am also able to do such seeing as Razorskiss lived with me for more than a year.

Let's start with his little about me post.

"I'm divorced, have 2 children, both girls - one is 5, the other is 11 months. "

Here he makes you think that both of his children came from one marriage. Wrong. His two children are from different mothers one in which he was married too and the other he wasn't.

" I was homeschooled as a child, went to a private Christian High School, and was a member of the USAF for one 4-year enlistment, as an Avionics, Guidance, and Control Technician. (Cockpit electronics system specialist.) "

Here he makes you think that he finished his enlistment. Wrong. He got cut loose because of a mental breakdown.

"I'm a Christian, love my Lord, and hope I show that in my actions, and my behavior. "

This post was made about a year ago. I will rip this apart also. His behavior, huh? Does that include lieing? (he lied to his parents to come see his daughter last November staying a month and sharing my bed every night while here.)
Does that include sex without marriage?

Wouldn't behavior also include supporting your children? I would think so. He is over 10,00 dollars behind in child support for his oldest and 7,760 dollars for his youngest.

That would mean holding a job down right?

Sorry, but actions speak louder than words.

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Ok, on his better half now. Truely and honestly I don't know her and she seems nice enough a person, but there are several posts in which I just don't agree with.

The first one http://picturesquelife.com/?p=10#comments Are Single Moms Heros?

Yes, they are. They do the job of two parents they play both roles, mother and father. Granted it is not taught that way biblically, but in their childrens eyes and theirs they are just that heros.

Many churches have singled out these parents. How you ask? Easy and fairly simple alot of churches way back when wouldn't help a single mother yet preached against abortion. So basically you're damned if you do and damned if you don't.

I can teach my children abstinince, but they too have a mind of their own. Thus making them individuals.

As I was just talking this post of Bethany's over with my sister-in-law she asked a very good question. Marriage nowadays is a piece of paper from the state in biblical times was it that?

As for the next post I have to wonder about. http://picturesquelife.com/?p=41#comments

As a public school teacher I hope you get signed statements from each child you take a picture of and post due to liable actions you can be sued if not.

Who cares what children wear? They are clothes afterall your future mother-in-law bought Gabbie an outfit with stuff written across her rear end. I haven't seen you or Joshua rebut that on your blog either.

Seven Reasons Not to Mess With Children

2005-08-18T04:27:00.000-06:00

A little girl: was talking to her teacher about whales.

The teacher: said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.

The little girl: stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.

Irritated, the teacher: reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.

The little girl: said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah".

The teacher: asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?"

The little girl: replied, "Then you ask him".

A Kindergarten teacher: was observing her classroom of children>while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work.

As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked>what the drawing was.

The girl: replied, "I'm drawing God."

The teacher: paused and said, "But no one knows what God looks like."

Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, "They will in a minute."

A Sunday school teacher: was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds.

After explaining the commandment to "honor" thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, "Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our>brothers and sisters?"

Without missing a beat one little boy: (the oldest of a family)>answered, "Thou shall not kill."

One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the>dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had>several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.

She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?"

Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong>and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white."

The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"

The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.

"Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.'

A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the>teacher, she's dead."

A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in>the face."

"Yes," the class said.

"Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary>position the blood doesn't run into my feet?"

A little fellow shouted, "Cause your feet ain't empty."

The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:

"Take only ONE. God is watching."

Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.

A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples.

First Grade Proverbs

2005-08-17T21:12:00.000-06:00

http://hideaway_fun.home.att.net/384/first_grade.htm

A B C's to Live By...

2005-08-13T20:32:00.000-06:00

http://hideaway_fun.home.att.net/383/abcs.htm

Way too cute for words.

PawPaw's Lap

2005-08-10T23:46:00.000-06:00

Yet again my little angel after a hard day of shopping. Gotta love the Grandpa's lap. :)
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Goober Gabbie

2005-08-10T23:45:00.000-06:00

Pawpaw's lap is Gabbie's new sleeping aid.
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2005-08-10T22:24:00.000-06:00

Joseph the handsome one on the bike is my 9 year old step-son.
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2005-08-10T22:23:00.000-06:00

The little girl there is Heather and the boy is Daunte'. They were so engrossed in the playstation they never even seen the flash.
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2005-08-10T22:22:00.000-06:00

Cocoa is one of our smaller colts here she is the one on the right and her hungry sister right there is 19 months old her name is Choco.
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