A GREAT DOG STORY

Anyone who has pets will really like this. You'll like it even if you don't, and you may even decide you need one! Mary and her husband Jim had a dog named Lucky. Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's other favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box. It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease.... in fact, she was just sure it was fatal. She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders. The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her ... what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through. ' If I die, Lucky will be abandoned ', Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death. The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated, and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable. Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap. Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed. When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned! While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement, bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love. Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every day. It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box, but Mary remains his greatest treasure. Remember ... live every day to the fullest And never forget ... the people who make a difference in our lives are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones who care for us.

"Sweet Sam"

Meet Sweet Sam, our cat. Each morning when I start to get ready to go to work, Sam runs into the bathroom and jumps up on the sink. He sits and waits for me to turn the water on so he can get his morning drink...If I don't turn it on, he will tap the sink with his paw to get my attention and of course I turn it on for him. He has both of us well trained ;-)

I Believe:

A woman has strengths that amaze me,
she can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens,
she holds happiness, love, and opinons.
She smiles when she feels like screaming.
She sings when she feels like crying.
Cries when she's happy and laughs when she's afraid.
Her love is unconditional,
there's only one thing wrong with her....
Sometimes she forgets what she is worth.

Our Little House on the Corner...

A few pictures of our little house on the corner. And I do mean little, not at all what we are use too. I would really love another bath and another bedroom. And while I am wanting, I would also want a craft room. Oh well, I still love this little house. It's on a double lot with an old barn in the back and an unattached garage that is full of my craft stuff, while the car port is for my car. Pop is working on the front flower beds so it is kinda ugly in the front right now but it will get better (he tells me). Hugs to all.....come see us, OK.

This says it all!

Playing with Pictures...

I been having fun at www.dumpr.net with my pictures.
Go try it, have some fun to. Hugs to all.....

New Picture of Casey and his Love...

Lori sent me some pictures of our Grandson, Casey and his lady friend, Consuelo. Sweet, sweet
pictures of sweet, sweet love ones. I have four or five more and will post them later. I spent all my week-end doing genealogy. I set down at the PC yesterday around 11:30 in the morning to just check a few things and next thing I knew it was 8:30 that night. I did take time out for
lunch and dinner then went right back =)

Hugs and Happy Monday...............................

Our Yard...

With all the rain we have had our plants and flowers are doing great.
This is the first time the "Naked Ladies" have bloomed all at once
like this. At last, they must have gotten enough water! Same with
the Elephant Ears. Hubby didn't think they would even come up. A
friend gave them to us right before we went on our California trip, so
Ron just planted them real quick without much TLC. But they did
good, they are half way up the side of the barn ;-)

The Womans's Remote =)

I SO WANT TOO...BUT WE JUST CAN'T ={

Suzy has a friend that needs a home. He is 7 months old and so CUTE. I would love
to have him, but as hubby says, no fence, 2 cats, vet bills, and my job very shakie...
We have to say No. I have always wanted a Boxer.    =[

Our Princess Grand Daughter

A Day at the Park

Silly Sisters

A Woman and a Fork

This little story was sent to my by my cousin, Sharon. I liked it alot
and thought I would share it with you...my Family and my Friends.


A Woman and a Fork

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a
terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was
getting her things 'in order,' she contacted her Pastor and had him come to
her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which
songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read,
and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. Everything was in order and the
Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered
something very important to her. 'There's one more thing,' she said
excitedly. 'What's that?' came the Pastor's reply. 'This is very
important,' the young woman continued. 'I want to be buried with a fork in
my right hand.' The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing
quite what to say. That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked.
'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor. The young
woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time
on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those
who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and
dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were
being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.'
It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was
coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something
wonderful, and with substance!' So, I just want people to see me there in
that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with
the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork, the best is yet to
come.' The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young
woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see
her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better
grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be
like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and
knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming. At the funeral people
were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was
wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor
heard the question, 'What's with the fork?' And over and over he smiled. During
his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the
young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and
about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop
thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would
not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right. So the next time
you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the
best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel , indeed They make you
smile and encourage you to succeed . They lend an ear, they share a word of
praise , and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends
how much you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need
them more. For you never know when it may be their time to 'Keep your fork.'

Twins Hunter and Trevor