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Monday, March 03, 2008
Time
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door. It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.
There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him. Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days. "Jack, did you hear me?" "Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said. "Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him. "I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said. "You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said "He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said. As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown.
Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away. The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly. "What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked. "The box is gone," he said "What box?" Mom asked. "There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it. "Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom." It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life."
A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was...my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked. "I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"
Think about this.
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone.
6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
7. You are special and unique.
8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
13 Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy
14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great. Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someones day and might change their perspective on life...for the better.
To everyone; Thanks for your time!
There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him. Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days. "Jack, did you hear me?" "Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said. "Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him. "I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said. "You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said "He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said. As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown.
Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away. The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly. "What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked. "The box is gone," he said "What box?" Mom asked. "There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it. "Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom." It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life."
A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was...my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked. "I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"
Think about this.
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone.
6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
7. You are special and unique.
8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
13 Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy
14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great. Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someones day and might change their perspective on life...for the better.
To everyone; Thanks for your time!
Time
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door. It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.
There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him. Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days. "Jack, did you hear me?" "Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said. "Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were d oing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him. "I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said. "You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said "He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said. As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown.
Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away. The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly. "What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked. "The box is gone," he said "What box?" Mom asked. "There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it. "Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom." It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life."
A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was...my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked. "I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"
Think about this.
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone.
6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
7. You are special and unique.
8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better. 9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
13 Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy
14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great. Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someones day and might change their perspective on life...for the better.
To everyone; Thanks for your time!
There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him. Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days. "Jack, did you hear me?" "Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said. "Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were d oing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him. "I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said. "You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said "He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said. As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown.
Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away. The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly. "What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked. "The box is gone," he said "What box?" Mom asked. "There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it. "Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom." It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life."
A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was...my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked. "I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"
Think about this.
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone.
6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
7. You are special and unique.
8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better. 9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
13 Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy
14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great. Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someones day and might change their perspective on life...for the better.
To everyone; Thanks for your time!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Desiderata
"Go placidly amid the noise & haste & remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly & clearly; and listen to others, even the dull & ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud & aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain & bitter; for always there will be greater & lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not fein affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity & disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue & loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a Child of the Universe, no less than the trees & the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the Universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors & aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery & broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy." -Max Ehrmann ["Desiderata"]
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Re: Ongoing Changes @ Rogers
Oct 4, '04 1:05 AM for users cacirilo and tejasmidget
Okay, so no roasted bird for supper.
The pipe size really depends on your application and the size of your fountain.
The fountain can be virtually anything that holds water, can have trickling, running, or spraying, just depends on your style. You have to do that part, just whatever you think will look good in the area you are putting it. And yes,even an ordinary birdbath or similar would do. First comes the water and the water action, then the pump. Here again, depends on your water flow type. The smaller the orifice(s), the higher the pressure will be. So, if you have one jet or open ended pipe flowing water down or over rocks, say a 3/4 inch plastic or copper or whatever, you only need something like a little giant pump such as in a birdbath. If you reduce that pipe to a 1/2", you increase the pressure (called head) and need a slightly stronger pump. Of course if its plastic, it cant be too close to the fire.
The Fire: everybodys natural gas pressure is the same, from 4-7 inches of mercury, so all your part is; get it to the fountain. The 3/4" steel gas line running to your house is adequate, you can reduce it to 1/2" but don't go lower unless you want a tiny flame. You might consider the cheap black plastic roll pipe that you bury.
For the last fountain I had to heat and bend a 360 degree circle in 1 1/4" type L hard copper, not easy. Roll copper would work. The spray jets were simply 1/4" copper tubing cut in 2" lengths and soldered in a straight line 6" apart in the large pipe. I wanted 2" copper $200 per 20 joint, 1 1/2" $125, so I got the $73.00 1 1/4". I also used a 1/3 HP submersible pump to achieve the height I needed for the spray. Its actually a little more than i needed, has a throttling and a relief valve.
Don't know exactly what you want, but looking at your pictures, this would be an idea;
1: A water lily black plastic pool from home depot buried not in the middle of the yard but somewhat closer to the house entrance, garage, or front door, for a focal point.Of course, if you do put it in the middle of the yard, keep in mind the wind strength, might need a backdrop.
2: Several large boulders or good size rocks placed in the pool and stacked high on one end to create a waterfall effect. The broken slate you use on the back would be nice to use here to create uniformity front & back yard.
3: A medium duty fountain pump like little giant or similar, also sold at home depot in garden center.
4: Gas line. Bury 1/2 roll plastic to your pool, hide it your rocks and let the end be exposed just under the top slab or two. If you curve it down towards the water surface, it will spread across the surface and look like the water itself is on fire. The end needs to be metal of some type. You can rearrange after you get it going. Have a gas shut off valve close and convenient to your pool. If you are total electric then you'll have to do butane.
5: Enjoy.
a couple of things of note; uses a lot of gas $$$. Makes some soot, so watch your placement. It will not explode or fire back up the pipe. Do open the supply valve a little untill you are comfortable with starting it (I fully open my valve and mosey over and light with a torch, then adjust). The gas line on the end has to be curved downward or be constructed in a way so no water can get in. A small amount of water will plug the line. You can light the gas with the water flowing. You can roast birds or weenies in the yard.
Come up with your version and I'll help you with problems or questions. bc
Okay, so no roasted bird for supper.
The pipe size really depends on your application and the size of your fountain.
The fountain can be virtually anything that holds water, can have trickling, running, or spraying, just depends on your style. You have to do that part, just whatever you think will look good in the area you are putting it. And yes,even an ordinary birdbath or similar would do. First comes the water and the water action, then the pump. Here again, depends on your water flow type. The smaller the orifice(s), the higher the pressure will be. So, if you have one jet or open ended pipe flowing water down or over rocks, say a 3/4 inch plastic or copper or whatever, you only need something like a little giant pump such as in a birdbath. If you reduce that pipe to a 1/2", you increase the pressure (called head) and need a slightly stronger pump. Of course if its plastic, it cant be too close to the fire.
The Fire: everybodys natural gas pressure is the same, from 4-7 inches of mercury, so all your part is; get it to the fountain. The 3/4" steel gas line running to your house is adequate, you can reduce it to 1/2" but don't go lower unless you want a tiny flame. You might consider the cheap black plastic roll pipe that you bury.
For the last fountain I had to heat and bend a 360 degree circle in 1 1/4" type L hard copper, not easy. Roll copper would work. The spray jets were simply 1/4" copper tubing cut in 2" lengths and soldered in a straight line 6" apart in the large pipe. I wanted 2" copper $200 per 20 joint, 1 1/2" $125, so I got the $73.00 1 1/4". I also used a 1/3 HP submersible pump to achieve the height I needed for the spray. Its actually a little more than i needed, has a throttling and a relief valve.
Don't know exactly what you want, but looking at your pictures, this would be an idea;
1: A water lily black plastic pool from home depot buried not in the middle of the yard but somewhat closer to the house entrance, garage, or front door, for a focal point.Of course, if you do put it in the middle of the yard, keep in mind the wind strength, might need a backdrop.
2: Several large boulders or good size rocks placed in the pool and stacked high on one end to create a waterfall effect. The broken slate you use on the back would be nice to use here to create uniformity front & back yard.
3: A medium duty fountain pump like little giant or similar, also sold at home depot in garden center.
4: Gas line. Bury 1/2 roll plastic to your pool, hide it your rocks and let the end be exposed just under the top slab or two. If you curve it down towards the water surface, it will spread across the surface and look like the water itself is on fire. The end needs to be metal of some type. You can rearrange after you get it going. Have a gas shut off valve close and convenient to your pool. If you are total electric then you'll have to do butane.
5: Enjoy.
a couple of things of note; uses a lot of gas $$$. Makes some soot, so watch your placement. It will not explode or fire back up the pipe. Do open the supply valve a little untill you are comfortable with starting it (I fully open my valve and mosey over and light with a torch, then adjust). The gas line on the end has to be curved downward or be constructed in a way so no water can get in. A small amount of water will plug the line. You can light the gas with the water flowing. You can roast birds or weenies in the yard.
Come up with your version and I'll help you with problems or questions. bc
mamabird
mamabird Written on Nov 7, '04 11:08 PM
Oh, that this were not so late.Our Mother's voice and laughter so clear.I wish we could hear her, that melodious tone,that was our Mothers, when we were at home.We miss you and love you and don't quite know,why aging is heartache, and what more can you hold?Is there a universe that we can't quite see?Is my Mamabird in there, does she recognize me?I will love my Mama till the day that I die,and in passing o'er, I hear my Mothers sweet cry.It is warm as the sky on a bright summers day,It is just like honey, in a heavenly way.There is my Mama, she is saying so clear,I love you my babies, you are precious, you hear?I know some words are garbled sometimes, but I never for a moment think that we are not communicating, I can feel and hear my Mama talking, and, we understand one another. Hugs and Kisses to Mamabird. XOXOXO
mamabird wrote on Nov 10, '04 mama does understand us ... her ability to convey meaning to us is more dimiished than her comprehension, altho that too is injured. but she still knows us. it may be that the name is detached fm the face sometimes, altho she sometimes gets that right too, but she knows we are her children. she still calls me "my daughter" even when she calls me "charlie" or by other names of endearment. and she understands the touch of love, our hugs, our kisses, our laughter, and our outstretched hand to help her with tasks she can no longer accomplish on her own. she loves the sunshine and the outdoors so i try on good days, to leave the back door open so she can step outside as often as she likes. i think i need a gate lock of some kind which would make her exit to the out of doors even more secure. maybe even a bungee cord wrapped tightly would do it.the poem is very touching. we love you.
cacirilo wrote on Nov 11, '04 Ahh. Beautiful. Thanks.
Oh, that this were not so late.Our Mother's voice and laughter so clear.I wish we could hear her, that melodious tone,that was our Mothers, when we were at home.We miss you and love you and don't quite know,why aging is heartache, and what more can you hold?Is there a universe that we can't quite see?Is my Mamabird in there, does she recognize me?I will love my Mama till the day that I die,and in passing o'er, I hear my Mothers sweet cry.It is warm as the sky on a bright summers day,It is just like honey, in a heavenly way.There is my Mama, she is saying so clear,I love you my babies, you are precious, you hear?I know some words are garbled sometimes, but I never for a moment think that we are not communicating, I can feel and hear my Mama talking, and, we understand one another. Hugs and Kisses to Mamabird. XOXOXO
mamabird wrote on Nov 10, '04 mama does understand us ... her ability to convey meaning to us is more dimiished than her comprehension, altho that too is injured. but she still knows us. it may be that the name is detached fm the face sometimes, altho she sometimes gets that right too, but she knows we are her children. she still calls me "my daughter" even when she calls me "charlie" or by other names of endearment. and she understands the touch of love, our hugs, our kisses, our laughter, and our outstretched hand to help her with tasks she can no longer accomplish on her own. she loves the sunshine and the outdoors so i try on good days, to leave the back door open so she can step outside as often as she likes. i think i need a gate lock of some kind which would make her exit to the out of doors even more secure. maybe even a bungee cord wrapped tightly would do it.the poem is very touching. we love you.
cacirilo wrote on Nov 11, '04 Ahh. Beautiful. Thanks.
mamabird
mamabird Written on Nov 7, '04 11:08 PM
Oh, that this were not so late.Our Mother's voice and laughter so clear.I wish we could hear her, that melodious tone,that was our Mothers, when we were at home.We miss you and love you and don't quite know,why aging is heartache, and what more can you hold?Is there a universe that we can't quite see?Is my Mamabird in there, does she recognize me?I will love my Mama till the day that I die,and in passing o'er, I hear my Mothers sweet cry.It is warm as the sky on a bright summers day,It is just like honey, in a heavenly way.There is my Mama, she is saying so clear,I love you my babies, you are precious, you hear?I know some words are garbled sometimes, but I never for a moment think that we are not communicating, I can feel and hear my Mama talking, and, we understand one another. Hugs and Kisses to Mamabird. XOXOXO
mamabird wrote on Nov 10, '04 mama does understand us ... her ability to convey meaning to us is more dimiished than her comprehension, altho that too is injured. but she still knows us. it may be that the name is detached fm the face sometimes, altho she sometimes gets that right too, but she knows we are her children. she still calls me "my daughter" even when she calls me "charlie" or by other names of endearment. and she understands the touch of love, our hugs, our kisses, our laughter, and our outstretched hand to help her with tasks she can no longer accomplish on her own. she loves the sunshine and the outdoors so i try on good days, to leave the back door open so she can step outside as often as she likes. i think i need a gate lock of some kind which would make her exit to the out of doors even more secure. maybe even a bungee cord wrapped tightly would do it.the poem is very touching. we love you.
cacirilo wrote on Nov 11, '04 Ahh. Beautiful. Thanks.
Oh, that this were not so late.Our Mother's voice and laughter so clear.I wish we could hear her, that melodious tone,that was our Mothers, when we were at home.We miss you and love you and don't quite know,why aging is heartache, and what more can you hold?Is there a universe that we can't quite see?Is my Mamabird in there, does she recognize me?I will love my Mama till the day that I die,and in passing o'er, I hear my Mothers sweet cry.It is warm as the sky on a bright summers day,It is just like honey, in a heavenly way.There is my Mama, she is saying so clear,I love you my babies, you are precious, you hear?I know some words are garbled sometimes, but I never for a moment think that we are not communicating, I can feel and hear my Mama talking, and, we understand one another. Hugs and Kisses to Mamabird. XOXOXO
mamabird wrote on Nov 10, '04 mama does understand us ... her ability to convey meaning to us is more dimiished than her comprehension, altho that too is injured. but she still knows us. it may be that the name is detached fm the face sometimes, altho she sometimes gets that right too, but she knows we are her children. she still calls me "my daughter" even when she calls me "charlie" or by other names of endearment. and she understands the touch of love, our hugs, our kisses, our laughter, and our outstretched hand to help her with tasks she can no longer accomplish on her own. she loves the sunshine and the outdoors so i try on good days, to leave the back door open so she can step outside as often as she likes. i think i need a gate lock of some kind which would make her exit to the out of doors even more secure. maybe even a bungee cord wrapped tightly would do it.the poem is very touching. we love you.
cacirilo wrote on Nov 11, '04 Ahh. Beautiful. Thanks.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
A Kitchen That Captures Old World Charm: HGTV Kitchen Design
Link
Pay attention to the high pass through over the microwave, a novel thought.http://design.hgtv.com/kitchen/video_detail.aspx?id=695 this is perfect too, a pretend window:
click on the picture for more ideas
Pay attention to the high pass through over the microwave, a novel thought.http://design.hgtv.com/kitchen/video_detail.aspx?id=695 this is perfect too, a pretend window:
click on the picture for more ideas
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Grape st habitat
this was the living/dining room wall
lotus takes the quotation seriously "you can understand the beauty of the flower knowing that it must die".
die house die she seems to be saying here, hoping that beauty is around the next corner.
Monday, January 28, 2008
LEGO
Today marks the 50th anniversary of the famous Lego blocks collection.
I didn't realise how old this makes me to remember that I received a set when I was 12 years old from Uncle Shine when I was cooped up in the hospital. Thanks Uncle. It's a gift that I will always remember with fondness and only the privileged boys had them. They were a new invention to me, although they actually have been around since 1949. Probably took this long to gain some national popularity?
Hey, the thought just occurred to me that we are the same age and grew up together, they must have made them just for me :o)
http://cache.lego.com/1033/default.htm
http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1707379,00.html
I didn't realise how old this makes me to remember that I received a set when I was 12 years old from Uncle Shine when I was cooped up in the hospital. Thanks Uncle. It's a gift that I will always remember with fondness and only the privileged boys had them. They were a new invention to me, although they actually have been around since 1949. Probably took this long to gain some national popularity?
Hey, the thought just occurred to me that we are the same age and grew up together, they must have made them just for me :o)
http://cache.lego.com/1033/default.htm
http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1707379,00.html
LEGO
Today marks the 50th anniversary of the famous Lego blocks collection.
I didn't realise how old this makes me to remember that I received a set when I was 12 years old from Uncle Shine when I was cooped up in the hospital. Thanks Uncle. It's a gift that I will always remember with fondness and only the privileged boys had them. They were a new invention to me, although they actually have been around since 1949. Probably took this long to gain some national popularity?
Hey, the thought just occurred to me that we are the same age and grew up together, they must have made them just for me :o)
http://cache.lego.com/1033/default.htm
http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1707379,00.html
I didn't realise how old this makes me to remember that I received a set when I was 12 years old from Uncle Shine when I was cooped up in the hospital. Thanks Uncle. It's a gift that I will always remember with fondness and only the privileged boys had them. They were a new invention to me, although they actually have been around since 1949. Probably took this long to gain some national popularity?
Hey, the thought just occurred to me that we are the same age and grew up together, they must have made them just for me :o)
http://cache.lego.com/1033/default.htm
http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,1707379,00.html
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Watermark test
No watermark in my previous image using "blog this blogger"
Also no watermark just posting directly in a new blog.
this one has a watermark
Lets try a Multiply Image:
Lets try the embed code with the share code:
It has the watermark.
Ok, now the link code:
found_bargin.jpg
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
My pictures
what decent cowboy doesn't have a few stickers on his hat?
Kailani & Cody wield the camera again with their special perspective on whats important.
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