Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Blogging
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1. Well, I got me some cowboy boots. You might recall, from my Birthday post, that some of my friends pitched in to give me a gift card to buy a pair because I kept entering contests on Facebook trying to win some. I debated on whether to be practical and buy an iPad…
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Prologue: I meant to post this yesterday but never had a chance. I was on the road at sunrise, spent several hours in the Houston Medical Center while Mama had a (scheduled) nuclear stress test, then met a group of high school friends for a night of catching up, mostly on a dance…
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I am a dog and cat person. For some reason, that seems to be a rare thing. I love my puppies and their unconditional love and joy of life, but I also love cat personalities…their sauciness and independence and supposed indifference to anything but themselves. I love how they purr and stretch and give you…
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1. Today is my friend Debbie's birthday. I couldn't find the photo I wanted to post, the one of us dressed up like beauty queens, acting silly in her bedroom back in 1973. I've turned my house upside down and still can't find that photo anywhere! I used to be so organized… That summer…
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1. Our property is dotted with small iron crosses, marking the resting places of so many precious furry or feathered or scaly loved ones we've been blessed to know. I miss them all. The one above is Charly's and Frankie's. 2. I will never get rich monetarily through my blog, but the…
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Belle waited just outside the French doors, hopeful I'd appear and be reminded of our morning walk. I stepped out, surprised at the balmy temperatures and blue skies. I had expected a chilly, drizzly morning. With no worries about rain, I grabbed my camera and we headed down the dirt road to one of Max's…
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Love talked about can be easily turned aside, but love demonstrated is irresistible.~ W. Stanley MooneyhamAmerican minister and speaker, 20th century I was bemoaning the fact that, despite hundreds of miles run, lunges lunged and squats thrusted, and losing enough weight that I could buy my bras in "training" sizes, I still have my grandmother's saddle-bag thighs.…
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