tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11834791260246335262024-03-06T02:49:55.962-06:00applecorecraftsJackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-23290027655851084452016-06-07T08:57:00.001-05:002016-06-07T08:57:22.373-05:00Triple Strand Necklace - Multi Strand Necklace - Dark Blue Turquoise Bead Chips - Beaded Chip NecklaceTriple Strand Necklace - Multi Strand Necklace - Dark Blue Turquoise Bead Chips - Beaded Chip Necklace<br />
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<a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/292149571/triple-strand-necklace-multi-strand?ref=shop_home_feat_4" target="_blank">Multi Strand Necklace</a><br /><br />about 15 1/2 inches long<br /><br />yellow "turquoise" dark blue bead chips<br /><br />white howlite, natural bead chips<br /><br />glass beads orange creamsicle <br /><br />Parawire non- tarnish copper wire, 20 gauge<br /><br />Parawire non-tarnish silver plated rose gold wire, 20 gauge<br /><br />antique bronze toggle clasp - * if you would prefer a lobster clasp, please let me know<br /><br />This necklace turned out very stunning. One of my personal favorites, so far :)Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-49299154110749398912016-02-19T11:05:00.001-06:002016-02-19T11:05:22.351-06:00Dynamite 12/6/2006 - 11/30/2015<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Dynamite was the runt of the first litter. He turned out to be the biggest. We miss you so much big boy. Love</span></div>
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Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-38607071145107093652011-09-23T13:51:00.000-05:002011-09-23T13:51:16.974-05:00Brasco<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Brasco passed away Aug. 29, 2011. He would have been 13 years old in Sept.</span> <br />
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Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-62576759930685195062010-06-12T22:41:00.000-05:002010-06-12T22:41:03.628-05:00Nice Quote<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}"> <span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I have found that when you are deeply troubled, there are things you get from the silent devoted companionship of a dog that you can get from no other source.</span></span><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Doris Day</span></span></h6>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-3287721531620417852010-05-14T21:54:00.005-05:002010-05-15T15:12:14.285-05:00Bear Creek Cemetery<img align="LEFT" alt="CSA Marker - Hiram Crowley" border="1" height="294" src="http://cccranch.net/crowley/photos/cenotaph.jpg" width="173" /><img align="LEFT" border="0" height="306" src="http://cccranch.net/clear.gif" width="10" /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Walking through the Bear Creek Cemetery gate is like opening a window of history. The cemetery is the final resting place for many early Tarrant County pioneers. Many of them were Peters Colonists, as were Isham Crowley and his sons, Benjamin and Richard. The Crowleys obtained patents to adjoining properties and the area became known as the "Crowley Prairie." In 1853, as Major Ripley Arnold was vacating the camp known as Fort Worth, a small group of Baptists formed a church located near Bear Creek, the present location of the cemetery. Isham Crowley donated some of his land for this church and cemetery. </span> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">George T. Crowley, Jr. transcribed the Bear Creek Missionary Baptist Church minutes dated from 1853 to 1875. He also compiled a database which includes over 400 names of members and other persons who had a connection to the church. The database and excerpts from the minutes are available online. Please click <a href="http://www.genealogy.com/users/c/r/o/Pat-Crowley/">here</a> to access the information. A small number of copies of George's manuscript were printed and distributed to family members. Copies were also presented to Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary, Fort Worth Public Library Genealogy Department, and the Heritage Room of Tarrant County College Northeast. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Evelyn D'Arcy Cushman's book Cemeteries of Northeast Tarrant County Texas, contains a record of all known grave sites in Bear Creek Cemetery from 1853-1981. This is an invaluable resource for individuals seeking information about their ancestors buried in Bear Creek Cemetery.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">September 24 to October 23 </span></span></span></h1><span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><h1 align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #666666;"><strong> <span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">Good natured, gentle, faithful and playful</span></strong></span></span></h1><span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"> <span style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;">Lazy, greedy, possessive and vocal</span></span></i></b></h1></span> </span><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"> <span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> </span></div><span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"> <span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> <b><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">LIKES</span></b><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"> </span></span></div><span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">g<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">entleness</span></span></div><span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> <span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> <span style="font-family: Tahoma;">lazing around</span></span></div><span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> <span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> <span style="font-family: Tahoma;">eating</span></span></div><span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> <span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> <span style="font-family: Tahoma;">lots of attention </span></span></div><span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"> <span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> <b><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">DISLIKES</span></b></span></div><span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"> <span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> b<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">eing ignored</span></span></div><span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"> <span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> <span style="font-family: Tahoma;">being bullied by other dogs</span></span></div><span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"> <span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> <span style="font-family: Tahoma;">being scolded </span></span></div><span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBEtwZhO9n9VUz7-ET95KyIYUhZj2wN0U07Lq9_jYij6h6AJ76pYM05YTRg0hMQb11VWwsvfhDl8y1oU0lBPV8_kXCtPWY9OPKOX8iJg1wvQacyvKUdcorX92iFluIIEqWNvMP1MdUsa8/s1600/Dec31$71.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBEtwZhO9n9VUz7-ET95KyIYUhZj2wN0U07Lq9_jYij6h6AJ76pYM05YTRg0hMQb11VWwsvfhDl8y1oU0lBPV8_kXCtPWY9OPKOX8iJg1wvQacyvKUdcorX92iFluIIEqWNvMP1MdUsa8/s320/Dec31$71.JPG" /></a></div><div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 14.2pt;"> <span span="" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> <span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">Dogs under this sign tend to come across as elegant, charming, playful and quite gentle. They have a well balanced and lovely temperament, but have this insatiable appetite for constant attention and approval, to the point where it can actually become quite irritating. They are very much in tune to their owner's moods and always seem to be sitting next to them at the right time when they sense their owner needs a loyal companion for support. They go out of their way to please their owner and just love receiving pats and rewards for their loyalty. They are very sociable around other dogs and people, loving the play and interaction it creates enabling them to get some more of that attention they constantly seek. </span> <span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">Lower back problems are of concern for Libran dogs and because they are great lovers of any type of food given to them, their owners need to be particularly careful they don’t let them get too overweight.</span></span></div>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-29536597593134694712010-04-17T10:22:00.001-05:002010-04-17T10:38:08.667-05:00Doggy Birthday Cake<span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Betty had a birthday the last day of February and Chee had a birthday, well a monthly bd, on the 1st. Chee will have her 1 yr birthday on May 1st, 2010. Anyway, here's the cake and ice cream.</span></span><br />
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He was a change and a blessing in my life. I lost my son on August 25th, 2006. He had a seizure sometime in the night. No words can describe how much I miss him. A giant piece of my heart was ripped out that day. I realize now how I've changed. My attention span for things is practically gone. Laughing and joking is almost like a chore. The few things I do, like sewing or making things for my Etsy shop, I make myself do those things. I know now that I was in shock after this happened. I wasn't hysterical or screaming, probably like I should have been. I guess that made everybody think I was OK, I don't know. Sitting here, by myself, day after day, I cried, sometimes uncontrollably, like I didn't think I was going to be able to stop. I've lived in Euless over 30 years and everywhere I went reminded me of Clifton or my mom or my dad. There are still good days and bad days. Baseball season always makes me cry, Clifton loved it so. I'm on my way to the cemetery with flowers I put together yesterday. Of course there's a chance of rain, but the sun is out now.Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-78582606230714720832010-04-08T15:56:00.000-05:002010-04-08T15:56:48.268-05:00This is CHEE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnoF6HBJeWtMVT2iM9kc296XB8QB3UKjR8gKw70Gufzc5F_ssLR7TzsXMbyA_mov4kr0eMfuk3IxrIhzQzrwX210lDanD10qkoHKfy0-w3PPbCMb-W8_hVPF6ws99uCqeUL-sipm6xK20/s1600/100_3294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnoF6HBJeWtMVT2iM9kc296XB8QB3UKjR8gKw70Gufzc5F_ssLR7TzsXMbyA_mov4kr0eMfuk3IxrIhzQzrwX210lDanD10qkoHKfy0-w3PPbCMb-W8_hVPF6ws99uCqeUL-sipm6xK20/s320/100_3294.jpg" /></a></div>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-49053731237946837432010-04-01T18:59:00.000-05:002010-04-01T19:01:59.323-05:00Chihuahua Dogs/article from Dogster.com<a href="http://www.dogster.com/breeds/Chihuahua">Chihuahua Dogs</a>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-8409356434182924392010-03-16T15:32:00.000-05:002010-03-16T15:32:31.440-05:00Fuzzy-face & Dynamite<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFEzSzvZAEh0avl3WMhpKa3hyapWa1nL5jw3DBFn5fAHaDQ3YeRSq04O2s_fCrqF5OCVcMkhe80Vl7AsT0WiMIqv1gwjOkJReTX8OkCXHWGK9va5IeZG0t2FYpRYse1aZEmAazRAJ7g-E/s1600-h/100_3156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFEzSzvZAEh0avl3WMhpKa3hyapWa1nL5jw3DBFn5fAHaDQ3YeRSq04O2s_fCrqF5OCVcMkhe80Vl7AsT0WiMIqv1gwjOkJReTX8OkCXHWGK9va5IeZG0t2FYpRYse1aZEmAazRAJ7g-E/s320/100_3156.jpg" /></a></div>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-25268730639782803832010-03-15T15:17:00.001-05:002010-03-16T14:17:22.890-05:007 Reasons People Love Dogs<a href=http://thedoggyworld.com/news/7-reasons-people-love-dogs/>7 Reasons People Love Dogs</a><br /><br />Posted using <a href="http://sharethis.com">ShareThis</a>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-57284852023544979152010-03-13T12:19:00.000-06:002010-03-13T12:19:48.436-06:00My Mom and Dad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXQwqRErF1bZGiViAfhf9OHyeEEjPkl1uL3V34rMlXg4xMul7jsXTMol3PuWD6WPHxr9NS3IBk58yWD7wlHF3xYiEpYV_-330Ivs5npRgzgavOy9PL6FHy88BRljLF_JpisOkb8WZdeXU/s1600-h/jpeg0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXQwqRErF1bZGiViAfhf9OHyeEEjPkl1uL3V34rMlXg4xMul7jsXTMol3PuWD6WPHxr9NS3IBk58yWD7wlHF3xYiEpYV_-330Ivs5npRgzgavOy9PL6FHy88BRljLF_JpisOkb8WZdeXU/s320/jpeg0001.jpg" /></a></div>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-45120645853123478592010-03-13T12:11:00.000-06:002010-03-13T12:11:52.314-06:00My Mom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwcVQQPEgJWC1YB6jR_obPIl61mQWClLszHa6avxM_Luv_xcCKijtoRzwVRgKqh1VlaH-fGKw8UoXwYzeO01EkSNHKFiBY7jurR9RzDO7T0kdTR5ktX_dt0bTg2fB1D0q3NGABM9qWWqE/s1600-h/b+myspace0005.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwcVQQPEgJWC1YB6jR_obPIl61mQWClLszHa6avxM_Luv_xcCKijtoRzwVRgKqh1VlaH-fGKw8UoXwYzeO01EkSNHKFiBY7jurR9RzDO7T0kdTR5ktX_dt0bTg2fB1D0q3NGABM9qWWqE/s320/b+myspace0005.bmp" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<b style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Mom, Uncle Shirley, Aunt Rita</span></span></b>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-75140046575692808502010-03-12T12:28:00.001-06:002010-03-13T12:27:15.831-06:00<object height="285" width="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U6UiSO39xuw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U6UiSO39xuw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-75744788633916601842010-03-10T18:14:00.000-06:002010-03-10T18:14:19.233-06:00Clifton<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWElVN3RUuTqwFIdRAdvBQ3wBRrHgSBOgsP8W-Ac7SH6KgUsybD9ZNS4ZXSzPUXJzzn1Dqw-3quPUjXNdZv-2Qv59tYqD_ijS8suOsTSka5j9f4u5FLTJcUzsI04b0e7FqxGGL0qK9tAE/s1600-h/aprilmika+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWElVN3RUuTqwFIdRAdvBQ3wBRrHgSBOgsP8W-Ac7SH6KgUsybD9ZNS4ZXSzPUXJzzn1Dqw-3quPUjXNdZv-2Qv59tYqD_ijS8suOsTSka5j9f4u5FLTJcUzsI04b0e7FqxGGL0qK9tAE/s320/aprilmika+038.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://www.blinkieheaven.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Blinkies " border="0" src="http://www.blinkieheaven.com/blinkies/missingangel2.gif" /></a>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-3793015750361549762010-03-08T21:53:00.000-06:002010-03-08T21:53:55.629-06:00Prayer of a Stray author unknown<div style="color: #0b5394;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dear God, Please send me somebody who'll care! </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair. </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> My body is aching, it's so racked with pain, </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> And Dear God, I pray as I run in the rain, </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> That someone will love me and give me a home. </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> A warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone. </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> My last owner tied me all day in the yard </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Sometimes with no water and God that was hard! </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> So I chewed my leash God, and I ran away </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> To rummage in garbage and live as a stray. </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> But now God, I'm tired and hungry and cold. </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> And I'm so afraid that I'll never grow old. </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> They've chased me with sticks and hit me with stones </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> While I run the streets just looking for bones! </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> I'm not really bad God, Please help if you can, </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> For I have become just a "Victim of Man!" </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> I'm wormy Dear God, and I'm ridden with fleas and </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> All that I want is an owner to please! </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> If you find one for me God, I'll try to be good </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> And I won't chew their shoes, but I'll do as I should. </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> I'll love them, protect them and try to obey </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> When they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay! </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> I don't think I'll make it too long on my own, </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Cause I'm getting so weak and I'm so all alone. </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry, </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Cause I'm so afraid God, that I'm gonna die! </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> And I've got so much love and devotion to give, </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> That I should be given a new chance to live. </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> So Dear God PLEASE, Please answer my Prayer and </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Send me somebody who WILL really care...</span></span></b> </div>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-57575397491843364242010-03-07T12:26:00.001-06:002010-04-17T10:28:42.251-05:00Brasco and Betty: Way Before Puppies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPfwS883nFX-rboAqfRDFimAlZV52iM5C6itOT8OvMO70OVnhSKPwGpXOaytDMHHNGhYR_BPA_yr5wAToeaz-8nORNYHwo1zFjFZHFBZxyosImw1IAPElWkSYy4mL82m_hVhC9500gy0U/s1600-h/A+me,jim,betty0002.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Brasco wasn't expecting this little girl puppy. Jim and I went to the lake to visit my cousin and on the way we stopped at a small pet store. There were 2 puppies in a carrier. One was a teacup and one was a long haired Chihuahua. The teacup was really too small for us, so Jim picked up the other one and never put her down. We bought her and took her home to meet Brasco and Clifton. Actually, she met my cousins and a cat that was staying with them, first. The cat was kind of big and Betty was little, but like most Chihuahuas, she thought she was just as big as the cat. The cat stayed inside all the time, so he didn't even know what a dog was and Betty, being Betty as we know her now, didn't really care what it was. She had been in the pet store around other dogs, cats, birds, so she just jumped right in. Like I said, the cat didn't know what to think. Betty promptly ate out of the cats bowl. My cousin got a box for her and she got in the box. </span></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPfwS883nFX-rboAqfRDFimAlZV52iM5C6itOT8OvMO70OVnhSKPwGpXOaytDMHHNGhYR_BPA_yr5wAToeaz-8nORNYHwo1zFjFZHFBZxyosImw1IAPElWkSYy4mL82m_hVhC9500gy0U/s1600/A+me,jim,betty0002.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPfwS883nFX-rboAqfRDFimAlZV52iM5C6itOT8OvMO70OVnhSKPwGpXOaytDMHHNGhYR_BPA_yr5wAToeaz-8nORNYHwo1zFjFZHFBZxyosImw1IAPElWkSYy4mL82m_hVhC9500gy0U/s320/A+me,jim,betty0002.bmp" /></a></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> The big thing was wondering how Brasco would react. He had been the only dog, living with my dad, my son and me. He was 4 years old when we got Betty. We put her down on the floor and they stared at each other for a while. Brasco really seemed to like her and Betty was a bouncing baby, so she was all over him. Brasco watched over her like a mother would. lol I was really amazed at his reaction. We got a bigger box for her to sleep in and he would watch me every night while I put her "in the box." That became our new saying "in the box" because Brasco knew what that meant. I would say are you ready to put Betty "in the box"? He knew she was going to sleep. Even after all these years, (Betty just turned 7 years old) we can still say "in the box" and Brasco perks his ears up.</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #20124d; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> After 3 litters of puppies, we figure Brasco</span><i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> really is </i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">ready to put Betty "in the box". </span></span></b></div>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-48868066933196239372010-03-06T17:31:00.000-06:002010-03-06T17:31:30.630-06:00Daddy and Clifton<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2kPDIwpG6_PW6g2GDvZ7mLw_hGYDFMDnXuat0w0xGX-rj91lj0Vzyd5zTe28zDCpEYhXFbD9ozWPioKyhuIdFKsXO6yIbZq6pJa0THk4X6hyFXuoOVxW8IRW9mWkznEePWsx5XMtPCs/s1600-h/aprilmika+037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Daddy and Clifton</a></span></b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2kPDIwpG6_PW6g2GDvZ7mLw_hGYDFMDnXuat0w0xGX-rj91lj0Vzyd5zTe28zDCpEYhXFbD9ozWPioKyhuIdFKsXO6yIbZq6pJa0THk4X6hyFXuoOVxW8IRW9mWkznEePWsx5XMtPCs/s1600/aprilmika+037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho2kPDIwpG6_PW6g2GDvZ7mLw_hGYDFMDnXuat0w0xGX-rj91lj0Vzyd5zTe28zDCpEYhXFbD9ozWPioKyhuIdFKsXO6yIbZq6pJa0THk4X6hyFXuoOVxW8IRW9mWkznEePWsx5XMtPCs/s320/aprilmika+037.jpg" /></a></div>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-9133015792174537082010-03-06T17:27:00.000-06:002010-03-06T17:28:07.538-06:00Daddy and Model Airplanes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81abbwzoVQ58l25dCQ5PQg_XZJ7uMRWS3TbOPNZ98_h6vwV82FleKbRCkqH-Agxq4qKvyIP5GiPjtp1nT5hinPqVrjy-G9EDGefZ9P4rhUCl4K9uEr8BOAnfAbJZk0KlZ24YMwEGVEbs/s1600-h/aprilmika+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Daddy built model airplanes. He loved to go out and fly them. His car was just barely big enough for all</span></span> <span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">his stuff </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">and the airplanes. :0)</span></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81abbwzoVQ58l25dCQ5PQg_XZJ7uMRWS3TbOPNZ98_h6vwV82FleKbRCkqH-Agxq4qKvyIP5GiPjtp1nT5hinPqVrjy-G9EDGefZ9P4rhUCl4K9uEr8BOAnfAbJZk0KlZ24YMwEGVEbs/s1600/aprilmika+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81abbwzoVQ58l25dCQ5PQg_XZJ7uMRWS3TbOPNZ98_h6vwV82FleKbRCkqH-Agxq4qKvyIP5GiPjtp1nT5hinPqVrjy-G9EDGefZ9P4rhUCl4K9uEr8BOAnfAbJZk0KlZ24YMwEGVEbs/s320/aprilmika+026.jpg" /></a></div>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1183479126024633526.post-85998913400240773122010-03-06T17:22:00.000-06:002010-03-06T17:29:11.216-06:00My Dad (Nov. 5, 1924 - Mar. 6, 2003)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5fMoOMAlIwt45M4DnaMfJbZ7Gtt0-HcOekGivVZCGRHjLb2sCfmtNTZy3qNZhyphenhyphenBBupCQYo-ckjVmSn650RWyGtr8LRDBGpyX6WvwmNpVjNgPbyUEplwt3e1zJN6uV33SO2tkNUrGTzA/s1600-h/daddy0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5fMoOMAlIwt45M4DnaMfJbZ7Gtt0-HcOekGivVZCGRHjLb2sCfmtNTZy3qNZhyphenhyphenBBupCQYo-ckjVmSn650RWyGtr8LRDBGpyX6WvwmNpVjNgPbyUEplwt3e1zJN6uV33SO2tkNUrGTzA/s320/daddy0001.jpg" /></a></div><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My dad passed away 7 yrs ago today. I miss him very much.</span></span>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06858422561044166840noreply@blogger.com2