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Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Killer
A wealthy old Gentleman decides to go on a hunting safari inAfrica, taking his faithful, elderly Jack Russell named Killer, alongfor the company.
One day the old Jack Russell starts chasing rabbits and beforelong, discovers that he's lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopardheading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.
The old Jack Russell thinks, 'Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!'Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles downto chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as theleopard is about to leap, the old Jack Russell exclaims loudly, 'Boy,that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more aroundhere.'
Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike,a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees.'Whew!'says the leopard, 'That was close! That old Jack Russell nearly hadme!'
Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from anearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade itfor protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old JackRussell sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figuresthat something must be up.
The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beansand strikes a deal for himself with the leopard.
The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says,'Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to thatconniving canine!
Now, the old Jack Russell sees the leopard coming with themonkey on his back and thinks, 'What am I going to do now?', but insteadof running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretendinghe hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear,the old Jack Russell says...
'Where's that monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bringme another leopard!
One day the old Jack Russell starts chasing rabbits and beforelong, discovers that he's lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopardheading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.
The old Jack Russell thinks, 'Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!'Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles downto chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as theleopard is about to leap, the old Jack Russell exclaims loudly, 'Boy,that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more aroundhere.'
Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike,a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees.'Whew!'says the leopard, 'That was close! That old Jack Russell nearly hadme!'
Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from anearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade itfor protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old JackRussell sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figuresthat something must be up.
The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beansand strikes a deal for himself with the leopard.
The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says,'Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to thatconniving canine!
Now, the old Jack Russell sees the leopard coming with themonkey on his back and thinks, 'What am I going to do now?', but insteadof running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretendinghe hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear,the old Jack Russell says...
'Where's that monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bringme another leopard!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Monday, December 15, 2008
Welcome Dustin!
Ok, I'm back!!
I'm introducing the newest
member of our
family.....
Dustin!!!
Dustin was born on December the 10th
and he weighed 11 pounds 14.9 ounces.
baby so they gave him a ounce of formula
out of a little cup. I have never before seen
a baby drink from a little medicine cup before.
(He's so sweet!)
Thanks Kristi for taking such good pictures
they will be going into my scrapbooks.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Lights and Trees
These are some pictures of some lights we went
to see the other week.
This guy decorates his house and every year
he exspands his yard. This year they say
that he exspanded into his neighbor's yards.
They are all beautiful and he makes them
all himself!
New Christmas Poem
TWAS 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.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR 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.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
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 KNEES
AND 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 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 GOOD NIGHT.'
This poem was written by a Marine.
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.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR 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.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
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 KNEES
AND 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 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 GOOD NIGHT.'
This poem was written by a Marine.
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