He was born on March 18, 1986. We adopted this tiny little guy at 3 months old. Immediately the foundation of our family was complete. The first couple years, he was high maintenance. His passion for mischief was specialized. Although intelligent, he lacked common sense. I consistently had to teach him what was not OK. When his innocent big brown eyes made contact, I had great difficulty correcting his behavior. I must have laughed twenty times a day, experiencing his silly antics! He loved to play outside, which many times caused me concern for his safety. Water was one of his fascinations. He loved prancing and jumping around in mud puddles. At first I found no harm in this playful fun, and had even joined him. But soon, I encountered why this was not a good idea... It was a beautiful spring day and just after an early morning rain, when an old friend stopped in to see me. She was wearing a new white embroidered sun dress that ended up being splattered with fresh seeping mud! He also excelled in running. There was no way to keep up with him! We seldom left him with a sitter. One of these memorable events where we should have; he pulled on a feathered Boa that was elegantly dangling from our hostess's shoulders, and ran northeast with it! I have to admit that it was comical to see him, get so excited. He held the boa in his mouth and thrashed it back and forth zigzagging through the garden party guests, while the owner of this Boa was in hot pursuit after him. Unfortunately the remedy of this incident was not so funny and very costly! Regardless of all he put me through, I loved everything about him. His full name was Murphy O'Rielly of Apple Ridge. It was a pure joy to have him part of our family for 16 years. He passed away in his sleep, on March 27 2002, soon after being diagnosed with cancer. Murph the Smurf" as we so fondly called him, lived a happy and full dog life of 112 years. |
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between a mother and a child. No matter what the child's adult life may encounter... There will always be the beginning and continuing connection to their mother. A mother needs to remember that what she displays will be forever recalled. And what an offspring should know as they grow to be an adult; what they were shown should not be set in stone, but to be respected and remembered as the basic preparation for their future... Who and what they truly become, is uniquely drawn through their own identity and their own ideals. The desire to enhance and yet to discover their individualism should not be stifled, for it is what generates life's contentment. |
parents' attempt to fulfill - After a nine month journey - A little sister appears! Tears were fears, joy and relief, when all four became a family. A miraculous dream was now fulfilled by God's gift, and his will. |
experiences which are now, so pure and simple... She tastes. She Feels. She sees, in sweet innocence and curiosity. |
It was noon on the first day of my new job. The boss stopped in my office and announced due to state regulations I had to take a lunch break. I tidied up and decided to venture out to the downtown delicatessen. I felt good in my new tailored blue suit and grateful to be out and about in the fresh autumn air. This lunch break was about to become one memorable experience.. While walking down the hill to main street, I passed several young workmen clearing brush alongside the roadway. A couple guys whistled. Although I was flattered by their gesture, it amused me. It must have been my long blonde hair that deceived them, for I was 41 and old enough to be their mother! At the base of the hill, I crossed the street toward the deli. Surprisingly, a car beeped and one driver slowed down and gave me a big grin. All this attention was giving me a swelled head. I thought about another trip to "Pennys," but this time, for a red tailored suit! I entered the deli and ordered my turkey on rye with lettuce and tomato. While waiting, and browsing around the store, I was greeted by smiling faces. It appeared to be a local hangout, because of the giggles and chatter at the lunch counter. Wondering what was tickling everyone's funny bone, but being a stranger in town, I didn't bother to seek out the answer. After paying for my lunch and taking it in hand, I turned around, walked out the door, and back across the street. Just then a lady yelled out from the front porch of a residence. In order to hear her, I leaned forward with my back to the ongoing traffic. It took three repeated bellowing verses, before her words rang clear. I promptly, whipped my hand around to my backside and adjusted my attire. My stomach knotted and the knees weakened. I recalled my unobservant stop in the restroom before leaving the office and my disregard for what my mother had taught me. I had exposed my derriere while strolling around town in a pair of tatty hot pink panties! After realizing there was no choice, but to step forward. I took a deep breath, focused straight ahead and sheepishly tiptoed up past the workmen. Finally reaching the office steps... I exhaled, curbed my skirt, vowed never again, and opened the door to my safe haven. Fifteen years have passed since my humiliatingly encounter, but undoubtedly my afternoon's performance still, entertains a chuckle from those that recall the preposterous tale of the "Bummed Out" blonde. |
my grandchildren, has such fear for the unknown and yet, for Halloween, she is shown in a character so far from own. This sensitive one is not so scary. She wouldn't harm a flea. She is sincere, and polite as she can be. |
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Have you ever experienced immediate anger during a human encounter? I believe, this emotion generates not only from that moment of discontent, but from past encounters. It is like steaming water, that builds up to a boil and suddenly bubbles over. We jump to conclusions and can speak abruptly. It may appear as the easiest flight, but becomes consumed with conflict. Pride comes reeling through and spins it's web into a thoughtless maze of misjudgment and confrontation which in turn, may release stressful emotions totally unrelated to what is at hand. They say that our mind's ability is endless. We utilize only a mere fragment of our brain. We live in a Fast Paced -Get It Done World where judgement and blame of another is rampant. Although we can not abolish human conflict, I believe we can contour the outcome by recognizing our objective and seeing beyond our own perspective. It is amazing what our so called "Superior Species" could achieve if we only took the time to comprehend. If we smile, take a deep breath and attempt to see another person's point of view, we will embrace a change of attitude. Camaraderie can be obtained by stepping inside another persons origin of space. The view is enlightening and the results can produce a better understanding, a healthier mind and body. If the voyage of Columbus can prove that the world was not as it immediately appeared. How astounding our lives would be, If we voyaged beyond ourselves, to discover another individual's perspective. |
| "We are a family of Artists! A talent inherited from our father. His artwork is exhibited throughout the universe. Although you may find it hard to believe, he could create such complexity; to me, his magnificent creativity is reality! " |
For most of us the ability to read minds is a fictitious dream, but with a keen sense and the gift of intuition, Lacy believes it is possible! Lacy Martin-Brown was 42 years old. For the last 22 years she had been a terrific mom and homemaker. Now that her nest was empty and her need to nurture was less significant. Lacy desired to pursue a business career, in what her husband had told her she knew nothing about. After months of studying and passing the state real estate exam. She now had her license displayed on the wall of the most respected real estate agency in the valley. Lacy was now a professional, or so she was told by friends. She did not feel all that different, but she certainly looked different to those that knew her. Her attire was no longer a T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Her hair was no longer in a braid, and she traded her Mini Van for a 4 door sedan with leather seats, cruise control, and a GPS. Now, she wore mostly tailored suits, her hair was short and brushed back, and she even purchased a full array of "Shutsu Cosmetics", which her husband called "Face Paint". Robert and Lacy were married before she was able to graduate from Charwick College, Liza was born six months later. Both Lacy and Robert were thrown into the adult world at the youthful age of twenty. Robert finished college a year later, and obtained a well-paying job. In four years they had three children. Lacy's life was filled with her motherly duties, housekeeping and staying active in community fund raisers. She was excited, but a bit anxious in her new venture . She was officially now a Real Estate Agent in Skysburg, a small but growing town nestled in the heart of the Emerald Mountains . She was the fourth generation of Martins' to reside there. Perhaps that is why although it was uncommon, she kept her maiden name within her signature. Her friends were abundant and she was respected as a fine mother and wife. Now, her challenge of being respected in a different light was about to embark. As the months hastily flew by, Lacy Martin-Jones became well aware of what her husband had so many times reflected upon; that the business world was quite different then that of being a stay at home mom, but she liked the new change in her life. Real estate sales were thriving. Interest rates were the lowest they had been in 10 years. Houses were being built, marketed and sold at an alarming tempo. One afternoon just as she was about to finish up her paper work and call it a day, Marcia Hayes came flying in the door. "Lacy I need you to sell my home! We are moving to Holdenville in 30 days!" Marcia had been Lacy's best friend for over 30 years and the Maid of Honor at her wedding. There was nothing that they didn't know about each other. Lacy had known for years about Marcia's illicit affair with a next door neighbor, and although it was not acceptable to Lacy, she kept sacred Marcia's secret. Lacy walked over and gave Marcia a hug, invited her to sit down and to explain her circumstance. Marcia's husband found a new job, but not close enough to commute. After realizing the Hayes urgency, Lacy cut Marcia's explanation short by stating that in order to sell her home swiftly, she would stop by on her way home to draw up the papers. Lacy knew it would not take long, because she had toured and been in that home hundreds of times. When Lacy reached the Hayes' residence... She was a bit dismayed by the shape of the home. It looked quite different when she had her business hat on, from the cracked brick walkway and chipped painted exterior, to the soiled carpet and mildewed bathroom. There was much sprucing up to do, if Marcia and her husband intended to turn a good profit. While they were filling out the paperwork it was obvious that the Hayes had not truly looked at their home in a prospective buyer's eyes. Their asking price was unrealistic even with a few weeks of sprucing up the place. After Lacy convinced them to have the home appraised and Marcia and her husband received the dreadful news, they were very angry and blamed Lacy for devalue of their home. The painful circumstance bore no favorable outcome. The listing was torn up, Marcia and her husband went to another agency to attempt to sell their home. Lacy and the Marcia ceased their friendship. The day that the Hayes' were moving to Holdenville. Lacy took the day off from work. She knew what she had to do, so she threw on her jeans, slipped on her T-shirt, pulled on her sneakers and started her final walk down the block to Marcia's house. About halfway there, she saw Marcia heading up the street towards Lacy's home. They both stopped for a moment... Then continued toward each other. When they were standing only a few feet apart tears began running down their cheeks. Marcia reached out her arms. Lacy stepped inside of them and wrapped her arms around Marcia as they tightly embraced. Between their tears and laughter, they apologized for letting a business situation infringe on their lifelong friendship. Marcia and Lacy agreed that no amount of money or business venture was as valuable as their love for one another. They sat down on the sidewalk and praised each for their valor, acknowledged God's gift to women on the keen sense of intuition and marveled at the reality that both of them knew what they had to do, because they had read each other's mind. The Hayes moved 90 minutes away from Skysburg. Their home eventually sold through another Realtor, but at that dreadful appraisal price. Lucy continues to sell real estate, but has swore never again, for a good friend. Lacy and Marcia meet halfway between Skysburg and Holdenville, most every Tuesday for lunch and giggles. Last month, Lacy surprised her husband with all expense paid trip to the Caribbean, gratis of a new successful business, in Skysburg called;. "L. Martin - Brown Real Estate" . |
now, for the past is over and the future has yet to begin! |
So here I am, sitting at my Desk, sipping on my freshly made Java and reviewing my list of things to do today, when I see that my husband has added some detoured tasks. I decide to complete one of his tasks, a 10 minute call to a service company. digital voice stating that I have 6 options:
Press two for technical help... Press three for new products... Press four for pending orders.... Press five to hear your balance... Press six for our mailing address... Because none of them relate; I push zero,. I hear "I am sorry, this is not a valid choice, please choose the following... " So I sit listening again, the options... I take a sip of what is now luke warm coffee. This time; I push four although, it is not appropriate. It seemed like the best choice. I think. perhaps, I will reach a real person that can transfer me to the "right real person". But to no avail, I hear four more options! While drumming my pencil on the desk, I hear the same irritating voice reeling off unrelated options: " If you know your order number, please press one... If you do not know your order number, but the date ordered; Press two.... If you placed your order from our Web Site, please return to the site and click on the Icon "Orders pending"... Simply click on Blah Bah and the Blah Blah Blah will be able to confirm you order information. For all other inquires, please press four ." I press four, and look up at the clock. My ten minutes had surpassed twenty. When this disgusting computerized voice shrills in my ear; "if you would like to hear these options again, please press one and the pound sign." Huh? I press one! I sit impatiently thinking;. This brainless digital efficient saving device will repeat itself. But I only hear my own voice bellowing discontented words that are unsuitable for a lady to express. Once I contain myself; In fear that all would be lost, I desperately push zero. "PIease wait ,we will momentarily direct you to a Customer Service Representative." I anxiously wait. while I am finally detoured again! When I hear that thoughtless, ignorant antagonizing voice ringing in my ear. " All Customer Service Representatives are busy assisting other callers, but we will answer your call in the order, that it was received". I wait... Now holding the phone at arms length, because of some loud jive music blaring in my ear, which has caused me more aggravation. I decide to set the phone down and go freshen up my now, cold coffee. When I return back to the desk, and because I could still hear the music, I decided to go through my E-mail. Eventually, I am back at drumming my pencil on the desk, gritting my teeth, but still trying to smile. I look at the clock... I look at my long list! Finally! I hear a voice, a real voice! I am so excited, as though I just won the lottery! She expresses that Blah Blah Blah values my business, and she is here to help me. I start to tell her what I am calling about.. CLICK! I say; " Hello? Hello! Are you still there?" I frantically push zero... Soon that pathetic stupid heartless brainless voice blurts out; "Thank you for calling Blah Blah Blah, we were pleased to assist you. Good bye! My ten minutes, had become over an hour. But I happily cross off from my list; E-Mail and Ebay, when I see that my adoring husband has added another task! "Make bank deposit". I think; No big deal, I have packages to mail and a prescription to pick up in town.. I arrive at the Post Office... I gather up my packages and head for the door... Luckily a man is exiting and holds the door open. I swiftly enter. With my arms laden in boxes and my pocket book slung over my shoulder, I am abruptly yanked backwards! I quickly look behind me to see that my purse straps were caught onto the knob of the swinging door! I quickly turn back around, just as I feel, and see a package making a nose dive downward onto the hard tile floor! Somehow, I manage to catch, the package before it lands and my sudden lunge miraculously, releases my strap from the door. In a deep sigh of relief, I approached the interior glass Mail Center door, but it is locked! I see a clerk at one of the booths shuffling papers... I adjust the boxes enough, so I can tap with my pinkie finger and at the same time nod my head to gesture my need to enter, but she does not respond. I think OK, she must not be able to hear me. So, I bend over and place my boxes on the floor, stand up and tap louder. She looks up at me, expressionless, and disappears from sight. That is when I see this tiny little sign; Closed from 11:30 to 12: 30! So I gather up my packages, and return to the car, placing the boxes back in the trunk and proceed to the bank... Luckily , I made the deposit and zipped out of the Drive-through in record time! Now, to the drug store... There's no spaces available on the street.... So drive down a few blocks to park, sling my pocket book over my shoulder and walk to Pharmacy. Keeping my pocket book tightly against my body, so not to go through another episode such as, what I experienced in the Post office; I enter through the door and to the counter. I give the clerk my name. She turns to the bins, shuffles through the prescriptions and turns back around empty handed! She tells me it is not there. I ask, her to check again, because "I purposely called it in yesterday". She looks again, leaves, then returns back to the counter stating "there is no order, but we could have it ready in 15 minutes; However, we will be closed for lunch." Her lips tighten, as she notices my mouth has dropped open in amazement. She continues... "It would be best to check back after 1 PM". I smile gently, thank her, and exit the drug store. I return home. At my desk, I gleefully cross off on my list "Make Bank Deposit." Next I sweep and mop the kitchen floor. As I am returning the tools to the closet, I feel the need to eat, except , I just mopped the kitchen floor! So I head down the hallway through the dinning room into another hallway that leads out toward the kitchen which before, on the left houses the pantry. I happily discover a granola bar and a can of V-8 juice with a convenient flip top lid! I return to my office, finish my delightful lunch, pencil through "kitchen floor" and head for the Studio... I approach the bench, pick up my wire and cut off portion of clay from the block. I pound and knead (perhaps more effectively because I could envision that relentless computerized voice). Once I have the clay pliable enough to shape into a ball. I throw it on my wheel and press the pedal. While the flat disc spins the clay sphere. I push downward and inward keeping constant pressure, only to release one hand occasionally, to drip water from a jar into the clay. As the clay softens and yields to my demands... I start to move it, within the curve of my hand and the tip of my fingers, making the piece of earth a free flowing mass with just the slightest touch. I think... What pleasure my soul receives from this task, and how spiritually fulfilling it makes me feel. As I am about to create a form of beauty.... I hear a buzz at the door. Then the phone starts ringing! After a deep breath. I laugh and get up off my perch of contentment and follow the sounds to another detour in my day. So here I am... Sitting at my desk making a new list. I will add the unfinished tasks of today before I climb into my bed, beside my loving husband. There I will escape from today until tomorrow. |
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They can come in many sizes, shapes or colors, species, things or even thought. The content of value varies from a mere fragment to the most precious. Some can exist as is; yet, also can become the total opposite at any given time. They can be durable enough to last beyond your lifetime or could dissolve and fade away. Because some appear from cause and effect, some will remain and some will not. The most precious ones, you will desire to keep in a safe place, regardless of any defects. You will reach for them, when there is need. You will hold them, comfort them and cherish them forever. Precious ones' can be more maintenance. But are the most admired and delicious of them all... For they love and cherish you back. What you give you receive, not because you receive what you give, but that the act of giving is receiving within itself. In these encounters of the mere fragment up through the most precious.... They can be recognized by their natural purpose in the significance of reflection. |
and stronger.” "But Mom, I know I can handle him. Please, Mom. You have told me to go for my dreams. Well, this is one of them!" “Hannah, your saddle cinch won't adjust to fit around him. He is twice the size of Fantasy, and my saddle is too big for you”. “Mom, I will be careful and hold on, please!” “OK, but only here in the corral and never . . . I repeat never without me watching you. I will saddle him up. You get your riding gear on, including your helmet and boots." Eight -year -old Hannah had become a good rider on her pony called Fantasy. But today, she would ride Mom’s horse Blacken. She ran anxiously into the house to get changed. Mom was confident that her daughter could ride the horse but still worried about her little one in the adult saddle. Mom dressed the horse and led him into the riding rink, while reminding herself to tighten the saddle again before Hannah rode him. Blacken was a handsome breed with a lustrous jet black coat and an auburn mane and tail. But he had a sneaky trick of bloating when he was initially saddled. Hannah was there waiting in her required attire. She knowingly approached to his front. Out of her back pocket, Hannah pulled a carrot to treat the gelded seventeen hand Tennessee Walker. She barely reached Blacken's muzzle as she extended her right arm up and offered the token of friendship lying flat inside her palm. With the left hand, she patted his massive muscular breast. This well mannered horse lowered his head and gently picked up the carrot from her hand. "OK, hop on." Mom smiled and giggled, knowing that Hannah could not achieve such a task by herself. Standing on the left side of this black towering animal, Hannah longingly looked at her Mother. "Would you give me a little boost?" Mom grinned, cupped the fingers of her two hands together and offered her joined palms. Hannah placed her left foot inside, stepped up, swung her right leg over the saddle and mounted the horse. Once Hannah firmly held the reins of the bridle and secured her feet in the stirrups, Mom gently kneed Blacken's belly while she tightened the saddle strap. How confident, but peanut-like, Hannah looked sitting in the adult saddle upon Blacken. Mom thought how she would have to purchase a longer girth strap and cinch for Hannah's saddle before she rode Blacken again. "OK, three times around the rink, then I need to prepare dinner." Hannah slightly loosened the reins, nudged her heel in the equine's ribs and lifted her buttocks up and forward. "Gitty up, Blackie." The horse looked at Mom for acknowledgment, then stepped ahead. After she had proved to her mother that she could indeed, hold on and command Mom agreed to allow her to put the horse into a canter. Hannah started to post and the horse responded to her bid, when suddenly the saddle slid slightly sideways. She tried to hold on, but slowly slipped off the seat of the saddle and landed on the ground. The well trained equine immediately stopped. Mom lunged toward the two, and pulled Hannah away. " I am OK, Mom, really I am. I just imagined that I was on a carnival ride. It was fun!" Hannah stood up, brushed herself off, and went back over to Blacken. She stroked his girth and barrel. "Are you OK? Good horse. Good Blackie. Mom, I think, I should still ride Fantasy until I get a little bigger.” Mom winked and smiled. "OK Hannah, there is always another day. Come on, Cowgirl, let's round him up, take him to his paddock and remove the tack. Then you can water and groom him, while I prepare us some grub." On the way out of the stable, Mom stopped at the door, turned back and silently watched Hannah brushing down Blacken. A feeling of pride and admiration filled her as she recalled the incident. Blacken had stopped and waited. Hannah had used her imagination in referring to the mishap as a carnival ride. And she had loosened her own reins of fear by allowing Hannah to grow and realize a dream. As she smiled, turned, and headed to the house, she knew that this day had been a memorable growing experience for her and her little cowgirl. |
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silly and extreme! He always makes me laugh. I adore him and he does me! I am thankful to have him in my life, for without his camaraderie as I grow to be the woman that I am fated to be, I fear that I would not acknowledge the similarities between my Grand Papa and me. |
| A Fine Line A Picture I did find with strangers standing in a line. From this surface, they seem to be set, for a purpose. Bent around not so kind; I felt ill feelings in their minds. A message of a joyful event, for me was not sent. Instead it seemed unhappy.. If I may say, rather sappy. For what appeared to be a tapped family tree, flowed out expressions of un-pleasantry. There, in the center of this semi circle was a couple in marriage. My guess, they did not depart from any carriage. I felt no real celebration,although no collaboration no feeling of romance, no fantasy trance.. No joyful bliss, no passionate kiss, No festive dance, no prance down the isle, Not even a smile. No special song,... It all felt wrong. I sensed this encircled tribe had no positive vibes. Just bored sighs and no loyal ties between them. These guests' of this reception... Were dwelling within deception for they could not see beyond their own perception. I pondered... Could what I feel be for real? Would such negativity in their head, affect this union's bed? Does this effect present their fate, is what felt, dealt out? Can you reach into another's soul for the future to be told? Would this marriage be willed as unfulfilled? So just to test, I did protest within my mind. I did find... A feeling of goodwill to fill this lack that did slack. I wished them joy, love, wealth, and good health. A home full of desire to reflect with understanding and respect . If we can gain a better human coexistence with these clues; of refraining from pertaining to negative pessimistic views.... Will we not fail to exist in a better life without the strife? Now, only time will tell if my choice will sell... If my positive thinking can make a difference for this one then there is indeed, proof that this can be done. So, the next picture I do find, with strangers in line; To present good thoughts in their mind, I will lend the love for humankind. |
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