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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger425125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832151316179864178.post-85684249219434120702023-12-15T16:38:00.000-08:002023-12-15T16:42:55.606-08:00Heart Stopping Reality<b></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRhbIR0p9Bn9B_-b7tXKbwEZCjqj6vOV_-7QWF-Mr1H0Yr20K61_cl4vH_FQqqsenQF8C0ftFaSGr088QEuKBQGI3PdscYGDVzuQeko9OTcCBDRAghYpTACs5JsBnRec24-lo6RzARFxvoZse-vXboPYIviuqjz_q5l-heKz5pTb0DpkLFSN45750nQQ99/s930/IMG_6972.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="930" data-original-width="930" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRhbIR0p9Bn9B_-b7tXKbwEZCjqj6vOV_-7QWF-Mr1H0Yr20K61_cl4vH_FQqqsenQF8C0ftFaSGr088QEuKBQGI3PdscYGDVzuQeko9OTcCBDRAghYpTACs5JsBnRec24-lo6RzARFxvoZse-vXboPYIviuqjz_q5l-heKz5pTb0DpkLFSN45750nQQ99/s320/IMG_6972.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I'm getting a Watchman in my heart. It took hours and hours for all the tests and could save so much money. Pradaxa; the blood thinner (skin thinner) is super expensive vs. Cumadin aka Rat Poison. Getting the Watchman to catch blood clots saved money and possibly my life. We had to go to three different labs. Quest just didn't get it right and so much time, wasted and plus three more doctor visits. </span></div><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 29px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">At the hospital I was all hooked-up and then another lab. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>The <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>paper pusher lady came into see me. She was so nice and asked if I wanted to see one like I was getting. I held it in my hand and said, “What’s all the wires made of?” She said, “Nickel.” I laughed. I asked if she was sure it wasn’t surgical steel or 18k gold. She said it again, it was Nickel and I told her I was allergic to Nickel. We had spent so much time signing-in. We were sent-out quick. </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 29px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Do I call the Cardiologist, an allergist? I’m due for more Pradaxa. This whole heart deal is genetic My uncle just had heart surgery he’s the last of the <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>six and all had strokes like their grandpa and his father and his father. I’m so grateful for the wonderful Priesthood Blessing before going to the hospital. This Watchmen isn’t removable if it gets messed-up. Ugh!</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 29px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">The doctors thought I’d be okay because I have a pacemaker. Mine was layered over with silicon… my daughter-in-law engineered it. It’s the German one. So glad the lady showed me the Watchman before surgery and that I was prompted to ask about the metal.</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgzu8rVSSUflVEk7Abv9VXbcXNa9h4A4DGtsqJOxYpFjpZJ9td3XlSEU86uQ6TdY6geR6LFPxCSdtS6H3Hr9ET7f7w-ffd5IGjTFncN_aYFa8eK0in2ELNPE2Q1ypUiV2Yd7bIZQrxXyUcv2-1Yrec1-twqLqLGWYNM596AfJNmVs4ONMe-29Q-ODCZbb/s1000/IMG_7021.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="735" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgzu8rVSSUflVEk7Abv9VXbcXNa9h4A4DGtsqJOxYpFjpZJ9td3XlSEU86uQ6TdY6geR6LFPxCSdtS6H3Hr9ET7f7w-ffd5IGjTFncN_aYFa8eK0in2ELNPE2Q1ypUiV2Yd7bIZQrxXyUcv2-1Yrec1-twqLqLGWYNM596AfJNmVs4ONMe-29Q-ODCZbb/s320/IMG_7021.jpeg" width="235" /></a></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832151316179864178.post-60091999080266509942023-10-29T17:55:00.001-07:002023-10-29T17:55:18.288-07:00Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832151316179864178.post-68053443287442472602023-08-22T02:42:00.002-07:002023-08-22T18:02:44.468-07:00I Haven’t Forgot To Blog... I Have Too Much To Do.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijZxdFFcitZJwucb39JTLGIrd1x994WwLQi9QRNhHFe8Kz-OdKpaWCmjC2CiB2v_CaGP64Egpup9akqhV3O9lC1qGAFT4bcEftebK8L05ftfilBLKF0bFyENpZ0mIqqm-eLRNiJkPHLKnlthh0M3ny9TeWnJYcpVlYx-RRgW9UXSQarB7YO69Aqj7inlsc/s480/IMG_6413.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="480" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijZxdFFcitZJwucb39JTLGIrd1x994WwLQi9QRNhHFe8Kz-OdKpaWCmjC2CiB2v_CaGP64Egpup9akqhV3O9lC1qGAFT4bcEftebK8L05ftfilBLKF0bFyENpZ0mIqqm-eLRNiJkPHLKnlthh0M3ny9TeWnJYcpVlYx-RRgW9UXSQarB7YO69Aqj7inlsc/s320/IMG_6413.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It has been a busy time since we visited so much of the western states during July. Wonderful trip and I would love the opportunity to share every campground, view, mountain range, and stuff we had to eat. Anyone (and that specifically means my family) that starts to look at it would be disappointed to tears. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Others would close this site because it’s unless I'm sharing secrets like finds of hidden Mickey Mouses in Disneyland. All this stays the same. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Go see the first KOA in Billings Montana. It's pretty wonderful. Lewis and Clark's Graffiti, Tags, and Scribble on the side of the bluff with the dates. I recommend it only because these will eventually be gone through erosion or human removal. Lots of the tags have been preserved by the government and cameras to prevent further damage to the site.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> I'm part Crow and I'm very sad that the Natives have decided to damage each monument. Sacagawea, the scout for Lewis and Clark was able to find her family and also is part of my family through marriage. The fur trapper Jean Baptiste, my uncle, "owned" her gave her to them and she took her one baby and was pregnant and went on the expedition and took them to the Pacific. I was thrilled to see one of the children's markers way out in Oregon. He lived a long life considering the circumstances. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sacagawea, depicted in a beautiful mural in the Rotunda of The Capitol Building. I praise her for her bravery, strength, and great skill and a much needed interpreter for Lewis and Clark.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Maybe her life was good with Jean Baptiste Charbonneau, maybe not. But it had to be a trial necessary for her to be found. She had been kidnaped by another tribe and through Lewis and Clark was later reunited with her brother, now a chief with the Lemhi Shoshones.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEice38xIvQ8OSDkcGzkT2zTwG4kb2GAJW7fTWRDRpKuFFVDv7Nt62JnadcHXajYhXJOSJXnLmlOj4cMA7y5fXF76nSIsNELBi0aQFmXrTVKjvkrySVXY8kBKqsiM1f6ChKQuh_vHfxWQIA_cn_stdIO2GAX56JEyRrZXF_MiyJMcNPYuIVWe-11IYR2IdBn/s1200/IMG_6414.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEice38xIvQ8OSDkcGzkT2zTwG4kb2GAJW7fTWRDRpKuFFVDv7Nt62JnadcHXajYhXJOSJXnLmlOj4cMA7y5fXF76nSIsNELBi0aQFmXrTVKjvkrySVXY8kBKqsiM1f6ChKQuh_vHfxWQIA_cn_stdIO2GAX56JEyRrZXF_MiyJMcNPYuIVWe-11IYR2IdBn/s320/IMG_6414.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXVmPGbz-WPN9RBo2UHJ51I11MJstSRj25VtQ5ff2ZkOGOGLhlET4oXDLvo0C4eQSPwDndhHwaU3qKxcc1WjG8N4ax_teNeDUTKDWylxe3J98Rl00dYcV5QkNnFT-06Qe_1W35R9MVuQJ0NK2bO7_9MGPqpXhcrp6uLD3OwgtlT9mkiXu9Wsm4ymkiHFkG/s580/IMG_6415.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="580" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXVmPGbz-WPN9RBo2UHJ51I11MJstSRj25VtQ5ff2ZkOGOGLhlET4oXDLvo0C4eQSPwDndhHwaU3qKxcc1WjG8N4ax_teNeDUTKDWylxe3J98Rl00dYcV5QkNnFT-06Qe_1W35R9MVuQJ0NK2bO7_9MGPqpXhcrp6uLD3OwgtlT9mkiXu9Wsm4ymkiHFkG/s320/IMG_6415.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Here’s her son’s grave and we put Sacagawea Quarters on his gave stone </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sacagawea’s grave is inside Yellowstone. I truly believe there are pretty mountains, and trees, and lakes. The land is immense! It’s also a desert.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832151316179864178.post-27836242480869302762023-08-22T02:35:00.005-07:002023-08-22T02:35:54.005-07:00Some Things Are Really Heavy<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> We’re at the beach house once again and in the early morning after taking a medication that’ll keep me awake all night, I decided I should put something in my blog about this particular stay. Here it comes…<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_WqiNdi5iU7iDJXQx6fwrLnYqGT8VpepGPrVSjLFfNj4gr3ceq4RsCJvIno2FykqFSOQxebiG0FJ1AWHRrJrPTSK10mbpD8KrWm8-ovR_N9NUnNae6Avy4HIN4cjfThDuHcL9zMrD0ui6Wqf80y7R6foTCY4371DJYAK4JT-goaHo0lJjNzpmPbHgTCw-/s930/IMG_6321.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="524" data-original-width="930" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_WqiNdi5iU7iDJXQx6fwrLnYqGT8VpepGPrVSjLFfNj4gr3ceq4RsCJvIno2FykqFSOQxebiG0FJ1AWHRrJrPTSK10mbpD8KrWm8-ovR_N9NUnNae6Avy4HIN4cjfThDuHcL9zMrD0ui6Wqf80y7R6foTCY4371DJYAK4JT-goaHo0lJjNzpmPbHgTCw-/s320/IMG_6321.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was fun painting circles</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi12Gu_2Vn44nmvSa9iFSPGvQYDEfc7wDoniEHcdDSpS_ZqeuV4925D1Ttc2xd_bdyQeVdWlSKkmaUQ0RQTTtj-NqAtmyddqWUa6yX9j_-re3VpHtMAvNqphSqd1LaZC5PQTsi179qqDE--Q2Ddf5x_Hn4yM7pi4zUfgEG1XipPsRglQt5rbcMc8tAKZtQ/s4032/IMG_6330.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi12Gu_2Vn44nmvSa9iFSPGvQYDEfc7wDoniEHcdDSpS_ZqeuV4925D1Ttc2xd_bdyQeVdWlSKkmaUQ0RQTTtj-NqAtmyddqWUa6yX9j_-re3VpHtMAvNqphSqd1LaZC5PQTsi179qqDE--Q2Ddf5x_Hn4yM7pi4zUfgEG1XipPsRglQt5rbcMc8tAKZtQ/s320/IMG_6330.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> We have tons of sand<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyNKxkdR_BeqWArf_M1rW-KR_v3gPIAY1cRAH35ACryMMGp7uZSaBsqF5F3bIQd5PE526HeYBfqURED7O7Tw2QD6T2xxXnIWkEWovp1iYD1xOwyVu3MockRPqeS7rmiaovwQdwgBV2KFhhzhOhBAucowUtInfK-EXAk64KOHwcy-m0-1KgpM0lcS58QzW/s4032/IMG_6325.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyNKxkdR_BeqWArf_M1rW-KR_v3gPIAY1cRAH35ACryMMGp7uZSaBsqF5F3bIQd5PE526HeYBfqURED7O7Tw2QD6T2xxXnIWkEWovp1iYD1xOwyVu3MockRPqeS7rmiaovwQdwgBV2KFhhzhOhBAucowUtInfK-EXAk64KOHwcy-m0-1KgpM0lcS58QzW/s320/IMG_6325.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See the island ?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kinda’ flat waves are unusual here and looks like a lake. So the fun begins and my nephew who’s a grandpa runs out to meet a great swim and gets sliced by a stingray. Used 170• hot water take the pain of the venom away. Works.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was just the beginning </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdcnIvmsCdSEzNozHOUtHwj1VEB0aucaVrBJPbXyMzTdscvhmlw9_OKqH64WpEMfxhDL_YuDlMUWqCbWAn_LXgbynLMJiR1DLCZ1K4xHq_ibas0S8bZX9W4ywJML7wYsf34GhgqYWJ8eQi5O24Tv6m4fFNzg4zalOgVlFU7mnxquTwrG2p_j5UvoiB0m_U/s1614/IMG_6381.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1614" data-original-width="1170" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdcnIvmsCdSEzNozHOUtHwj1VEB0aucaVrBJPbXyMzTdscvhmlw9_OKqH64WpEMfxhDL_YuDlMUWqCbWAn_LXgbynLMJiR1DLCZ1K4xHq_ibas0S8bZX9W4ywJML7wYsf34GhgqYWJ8eQi5O24Tv6m4fFNzg4zalOgVlFU7mnxquTwrG2p_j5UvoiB0m_U/s320/IMG_6381.jpeg" width="232" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was actually 2 days ago and the sulfur smell was worse than the quake. My sister in law was talking to me in the living room and her eyes became huge-she was looking through me. We were close to the epicenter and felt the quake really jarring, not the rolly kind. So this poster says hurriquake. Yup! It was raining, smelling, small waves, and lots of dolphins jumping. I think the hurricane passed us. My family turned the cars around in case of a tidal wave. What a weird experience. We’ll be saying in years remember when Robert stepped on a stingray, the hurricane came, but just rained for one day? —Surfers all went home and we had that earthquake and not one thing fell; not even me?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4N_XdqIUy0aje48xv-4SFOR8HVXsvBImtEI3Uip0Ji5oFo9nFI67S-4OdDmE7tPOQ9_-3eFoPXhcQJRDDGO5nIpmGuvs1KvN-d6g83niBB0LDfsE9_kVGjjlyR7K2V2JXo1LGEzRZpyvTdUFIp0PRvZb0qV4WOMbz2RuHj3uHsJobpQVzL5FJqCzHE7C/s2000/Resized_20230818_215646.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1126" data-original-width="2000" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4N_XdqIUy0aje48xv-4SFOR8HVXsvBImtEI3Uip0Ji5oFo9nFI67S-4OdDmE7tPOQ9_-3eFoPXhcQJRDDGO5nIpmGuvs1KvN-d6g83niBB0LDfsE9_kVGjjlyR7K2V2JXo1LGEzRZpyvTdUFIp0PRvZb0qV4WOMbz2RuHj3uHsJobpQVzL5FJqCzHE7C/s320/Resized_20230818_215646.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lost Kayaker</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The fire department look for hours and hours and found the lost red 55 gallon barrel with a rope.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq25A8EOouUEVsKQPI4Nfi8IaU5v7nsXbiVwol35VE6SUncqut1xpleLXDA68onDo_Fvn3F2tmQ7eR85qouRbO5pZBf218kDlurjo9M5zq_7wGqkjbYRXMayvFFHnOEd0ePJcazt6h0AqnpQA_v1442npM31j4Co_9GrBY-aIQKtyDi0XI667yPS2tgW0r/s4032/IMG_6365.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq25A8EOouUEVsKQPI4Nfi8IaU5v7nsXbiVwol35VE6SUncqut1xpleLXDA68onDo_Fvn3F2tmQ7eR85qouRbO5pZBf218kDlurjo9M5zq_7wGqkjbYRXMayvFFHnOEd0ePJcazt6h0AqnpQA_v1442npM31j4Co_9GrBY-aIQKtyDi0XI667yPS2tgW0r/s320/IMG_6365.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNnGfxEGVc_u1FRDGmyXW8JbuiyoQ0AHuSJrwEVJh3iDPP3b_Uhl-lvhJUM83zD6iV5QJN-HggleDpYXkQYnrRVMdGV0D1mSwF4QCN8aRBgSGU74ttyZwQZn_-uJRRBxFFT9CNhBfuGSJOqpo9SULqi1QblOK-wJRNCs2ySQhe_xJ5aGPCJp0orDz0dzd/s4032/IMG_6367.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNnGfxEGVc_u1FRDGmyXW8JbuiyoQ0AHuSJrwEVJh3iDPP3b_Uhl-lvhJUM83zD6iV5QJN-HggleDpYXkQYnrRVMdGV0D1mSwF4QCN8aRBgSGU74ttyZwQZn_-uJRRBxFFT9CNhBfuGSJOqpo9SULqi1QblOK-wJRNCs2ySQhe_xJ5aGPCJp0orDz0dzd/s320/IMG_6367.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I should add all the kids, right? I will. All 50 of them and they’re not still! Where’s Dune?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832151316179864178.post-17180165542992400682023-07-17T23:44:00.004-07:002023-09-26T14:36:45.385-07:00My Truth and Testimony<p>Luke 15:</p><p>5-6 </p><p>And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing.</p><p>And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbours, saying unto them, Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost.</p><p>-“He leaves the 99 to come find me?” </p><p><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I’ve looked for this Scripture for so long and my daughter in the Midwest found it. It carries a wonderful picture of a lamb lost and scared to what lies ahead.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-IR3WqdWl19K216OHXRk1x4f8B-85XEsQuFVnx64Xjmu-7IAhxc6mb9IkEj1rsRVg9DBDwE3V6JpO4hkg5zCr_48sH7zYKnX6ZH4v9KQ_yr7scCPfnmJk73xnvEiFAWvr-ZnEHGkLBCsvfSRFDU99oh4cgw2W7xkOVvwXKb5FfuOzPHmrpptA1dysHx3/s1098/IMG_6138.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1094" data-original-width="1098" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-IR3WqdWl19K216OHXRk1x4f8B-85XEsQuFVnx64Xjmu-7IAhxc6mb9IkEj1rsRVg9DBDwE3V6JpO4hkg5zCr_48sH7zYKnX6ZH4v9KQ_yr7scCPfnmJk73xnvEiFAWvr-ZnEHGkLBCsvfSRFDU99oh4cgw2W7xkOVvwXKb5FfuOzPHmrpptA1dysHx3/s320/IMG_6138.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><p></p><p><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5opNyIxbkz8BJhoVbnv-7KYVkSyyDVEx6oIkEHyOeDxZu3X2yWhbOrE-ouYyriCBWBsj8JV8kFUBIA8fdLdZH_C1C07MW5ZBhBT-ptaMzbK1pBWlGJi6UmqkOvHU2lBkSisNDpo5424cNRRuODK5rbqbTnptCuCfvfUeDL2b6iPAQldUGL7y77ii7PJ9/s773/IMG_1433.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="773" data-original-width="587" height="433" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5opNyIxbkz8BJhoVbnv-7KYVkSyyDVEx6oIkEHyOeDxZu3X2yWhbOrE-ouYyriCBWBsj8JV8kFUBIA8fdLdZH_C1C07MW5ZBhBT-ptaMzbK1pBWlGJi6UmqkOvHU2lBkSisNDpo5424cNRRuODK5rbqbTnptCuCfvfUeDL2b6iPAQldUGL7y77ii7PJ9/w329-h433/IMG_1433.jpeg" width="329" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He knows us, each one.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hear Him</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="s2" style="line-height: 20.4px; text-align: left;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">There is a meaningful scripture </span></span><span class="s2" style="line-height: 20.4px; text-align: left;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">in the book of Ether: “… dispute not because ye see not, for ye receive no witness until after the trial of your faith.” (</span></span><a href="https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/scriptures/bofm/ether/12.6?lang=eng" style="font-size: 18px; text-align: left;"><span class="s3" style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">Ether 12:6</span></span></a><span class="s2" style="line-height: 20.4px; text-align: left;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">.)</span></span></div><p></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.6px;"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">I know Jesus is the Christ </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">and</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;"> our Savior </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">and through Him our sins are </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">remov</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">ed </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">as</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;"> we work hard to change </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">f</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">o</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">r</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;"> good. His light testifies that </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">this</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;"> is truly </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">the </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">restored Church on earth today! There was a great restoration of the original church though our dear prophet Joseph Smith. </span></span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.6px;"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">Joseph Smith truly translated </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">the Book of Mormon </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">and received revelation. I know we have a prophet today and apostles like the early church. I appreciate their leadership and our own </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">local </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">leaders.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.6px;"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">I pray to Heavenly Father for gratefulness </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">for</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;"> all that we </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">have, </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">especially our family. I try to strengthen my testimony every day and pray for forgiveness & increased happiness. I know my weakness is not to make me mentally </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">weak but</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;"> </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">to </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">humble me and I thank God for my personal spiritual witness of the Gospel. I write down the good </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">things in my life </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">each day.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.6px;"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">I pray </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">for </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">our brothers and sisters that carry burdens in any way. I desperately want to come back to our dear ward here in Fillmore</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;"> but i</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">t’s difficult for me to get in here and stand-up.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.6px;"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">I have a</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;"> testimony that I know Christ through the power of the Holy Ghost. The Holy Ghost is real, and my testimony of the Savior isn't much of one without that divine companionship of the Holy Ghost. I do hear him. I know his voice. </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">W</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">henever I </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">feel prompted; </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">even without the voice…and if it’s good-</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;"> </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">I try & do it. </span></span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.6px;"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">I have had scary obstacles that makes me struggle more than I thought </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">would</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">. The more tears I have,</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;"> </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">the more determined </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">I am </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">to try harder. </span></span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.6px;"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">I love to listen to talks and devotionals</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;"> – it is </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">my chance to learn and gro</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">w. 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font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">Old </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">Testament </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">and look forward to the </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">New Testament</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;"> study</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; 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I </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">look forward to a better understanding.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.6px;"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">Lastly, I miss the temple. I’m very blessed to </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">do family history and </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">find ancestors quickly and </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">I </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">able to find lost ancestors. I </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">always </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">fill my personal quota of individuals and </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">I </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">send cards to </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">my </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">family, </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">and </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">many </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">go </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">straight to the temple. So much has been changed </span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">at the Temple t</span></span><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">o help disabled brothers and sisters. </span></span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.6px;"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">I’m not letting my health halt my work for those needing to start their blessings of the Temple and receiving Jesus Christ. </span></span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.6px;"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20.4px;"><span class="bumpedFont15" style="font-size: 1.5em; line-height: 30.6px;">In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen</span></span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.6px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.6px;"> </span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832151316179864178.post-8342144310166404432020-08-01T14:37:00.007-07:002021-01-04T17:33:43.252-08:00Starting Over Makes You Stronger<div style="text-align: left;"><font><span style="font-family: Bitter; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;">I'm not sure how how to begin this all again. I need to because we have an American Bashkir Curly stallion to be bred. Sonny's a rarity in this part of California and I've been asked so many times about him. So, there's that....</span></font></div><h1 style="text-align: left;"><font size="5"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-FSwSYfWphyOEENkpKztR9RJBhlNoHPqsOzaWIkFmfDk0cJrkW1p0hWE3DJtjeh5CoRdk41qRNvv3IH4CmWU8vhjPFyjS1iIyNS5kb9BG6TfRJ82evvb5lTMrzzlO1amorJ16tcAvA7C/s1024/DSC00053.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" id="id_f3c_a713_43b7_77f1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-FSwSYfWphyOEENkpKztR9RJBhlNoHPqsOzaWIkFmfDk0cJrkW1p0hWE3DJtjeh5CoRdk41qRNvv3IH4CmWU8vhjPFyjS1iIyNS5kb9BG6TfRJ82evvb5lTMrzzlO1amorJ16tcAvA7C/s640/DSC00053.JPG" style="height: auto; width: 640px;" width="640" /></a></div> </span></font><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgId7RgTrkxAn8Fp35oWWf_gDGNKY31Cm9WRnAsfwyK6Rve5dl3jHBjLJ5QpFFaSsrqgCaVKpaXDsjLLsrSsLzGzFi4zVRBmIgrMW0eiN_RMEXI2hlHf8k7hsMyGm9O4ZgsT3C1W-sQjJHW/s2048/IMG_0897+%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1714" data-original-width="2048" id="id_d07d_f40e_965b_f71e" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgId7RgTrkxAn8Fp35oWWf_gDGNKY31Cm9WRnAsfwyK6Rve5dl3jHBjLJ5QpFFaSsrqgCaVKpaXDsjLLsrSsLzGzFi4zVRBmIgrMW0eiN_RMEXI2hlHf8k7hsMyGm9O4ZgsT3C1W-sQjJHW/s640/IMG_0897+%25282%2529.JPG" style="height: auto; width: 640px;" width="640" /></a></h1><span style="font-family: Bitter; font-size: medium;">We also have Babydoll Sheep that we are breeding and selling. I'm breeding six ewes and have three rams to work with. I’m going to have the boys sheared next Friday. (the girls were done a couple months ago) It's too hot for the boys and I thought the June gloom would go on and on. Then July 31st hit and my daughter started calling anyone that could help us. Her FFA teacher was her first choice to call. These sheep are not really harder to shear, just different. Maybe harder because they’ve got such short legs. This is a one picture I found. My sheep are way cuter! All my photos are on my phone and I thought I had uploaded them all on my computer.</span><h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbkyChK0PKdDeQ6hhFjWr_Uq2xVuRlU56f0PwKUJGS5G3O-3_ILl-B7lGXr45uWHGV-bhD4Xi4jWu62ZmYEd7GPwdK6v67r6HNmk3Jr3wbAm-B5Oes9YGkLAKcLkTJRXm0zpheBA9YcSoD/s1700/SBKingdom+Farm+Stay+Emb++%252855%2529.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1430" data-original-width="1700" id="id_806a_4b27_de9f_7f5e" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbkyChK0PKdDeQ6hhFjWr_Uq2xVuRlU56f0PwKUJGS5G3O-3_ILl-B7lGXr45uWHGV-bhD4Xi4jWu62ZmYEd7GPwdK6v67r6HNmk3Jr3wbAm-B5Oes9YGkLAKcLkTJRXm0zpheBA9YcSoD/s640/SBKingdom+Farm+Stay+Emb++%252855%2529.png" style="height: auto; width: 640px;" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img id="id_e59a_df98_105a_9f8" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWnhhH33ZPfXTZVnDo8TvXzPqVn4n7fKetFW58jOUe1V2vXZfBLEdKAgeZSlDv2-cY_CXNaId-Y-nvaCcH3QHT1FEH3xGq9DqEjKzwvdB5q7kugKZlYmO8hBwmHcGNrXgSEBnabIqNU-qk/s640/IMG_2047.HEIC" style="height: auto; width: 640px;" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><font size="5"><br /></font></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Bitter; font-size: medium;">Last year's shearing was hilarious and the sheep didn’t know each other after being sheared. They butted heads like having a new ‘pecking order.’ We paid a lot for the entertainment. That would be a great job for someone now that so many people are spinning wool. 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She is going to be bred with the notorious Duelly. Sounds like a "Pill" but he's too friendly and knocks everyone over. Lottie is going to be ready to breed in December and my daughter will have Spring puppies. I can't even think that we'll be doing this all over again. Not in a bad way. It’s really exciting and then also sad when the puppies are sold. We can’t survive with out our Heelers.</font></span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">New Momma Dog, Lottie</div></span><img alt="" id="id_f32_be13_b56d_bb41" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/wmLY43sfjF3zxrOaTjWsJPO4-oCbwgEeVosKuwRNHRB_qZ441ZzJ__JpGKIkp3s" style="height: auto; width: 353px;" title="" tooltip="" /><br />The old guy, Duelly (Miniature Queensland Heeler)<br /><img alt="" id="id_1dca_e25a_fb97_6fd4" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/r_PpI29-zRcYFWogUKCDb7MDFVqXqZHBrMKUMiOjTKaOYxtnosEEt5wS4yJv_C4" style="height: auto; width: 353px;" title="" tooltip="" /><br />Our guard dog: Duelly<br /><img alt="" id="id_f2e0_5760_893_eae4" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/JDpNLJbrq1yNOqbzsq8ATwk2y0i0ti_49sqWrrKztlYpD352PyiPE-ZFZvnjNbs" style="height: auto; width: 353px;" title="" tooltip="" /><br /><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Bitter; font-size: large;">Ranch Activities:</span></h4><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Bitter; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><font>M</font><font>y granddaughter and grandson have rabbits to sell and we're so grateful for the eggs fr</font></span><font>om our chickens (sounds like Easter) We are also blessed with a great amount of vegetables and fruit from my daughter... Kiely’s garden. </font><font>I only ate a squash last night for dinner. I ate a squash and had no idea what kind or variety. We’ve always had some garden but this year has been incredible and I know it’s because we’re taken care of from God. I know others who have lost their garden or haven’t room for one. We give-out way more than we eat. </font></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Bitter;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><font face="Bitter" size="4">The turkey slaughtering is about to come to pass. All the equipment is here. I thought my husband and son-in-law wouldn't do it because she adores them. She attacks girls and women so she’s got to go and really that's why we have her. The turkey was raised to eat. 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I was gifted a yogurt from my husband and it's melting. He brought it from another town, even. So I'll finish this all later.</span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Bitter; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Bitter; font-size: medium;">Later:</span></h1><h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><font face="Bitter" size="4">Oh, and we went up to Utah and saw dear friends and we went to Montana and Idaho and Colorado to see our Larin and family. We stopped in Ridgway and visited my cousin and she lives right next door to my what was my great grandparents ranch. I took <span>so many pictures.</span></font></span></h1><div><span style="font-family: Bitter; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Bitter; font-size: medium;">I put them on my computer and there are thousands of photos. 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The days are flying by and without strong medication I find myself watching or not watching wanting to do all the things I could do before my surgeries. I’m hoping after tomorrow’s appointment, I’ll be set for my surgery at UCLA and it’s been an eight year journey. All these hoopes we go through to make this one successful. I’m better and finally knitting and we’re traveling. This is a true catch-up blog post.<br />
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If there’s one thing I’ve learned is about being on the receiving end of service. I’m so thankful for all that have blessed me. My husband brings me breakfast in bed and places his warm hand on my back every night to sleep. His day job is like the Red Cross rolled into one person. He only knows service. The last few days and nights were filled with helping others and comforting others that experience loss. We left our two grandchildren’s birthday party so he could help a mean-spirited lady remove a pole she thought might hurt her home. She yelled at my dear husband and was without any gratitude he came so save her home. My Steve doesn’t get paid, he smiles and patiently waits, does the job and gets in his truck and says she has had a rough time.<br />
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My daughter and family are living with us while they look for a home. Homes are few to find after The Thomas Fire and the others. They clean and her husband feeds the animals (not a metaphor for grandchildren) He tells me your farm is a “Prepper’s Dream.” and I give him the look of the mean lady my Steve helped Saturday. He’s poking at my sheep and goats as food and says it with a silly grin. Thank you Matt for all you do and I don’t know why I never say, thank you. I never know who actually does the chores. Matt is probably the one I owe the most gratitude! Thank you with all my heart.<br />
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I need to know where is DORIS S? I miss her so much and thing of her everyday!<br />
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I’m in a place where my all of my family are trying to do everything to make me happy. My daughter is a short order-cook and often, it’s all made and can not take a bite. Again, embarrassed by my lack of gratefulness and I lay down.<br />
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I’ve prayed for chances to serve. Kiely’s day all my children thrive helping others just like their dad and What can I do to minister? I’m grumpy. I can hardly have energy to walk. How could I make bread?<br />
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I’ve done things only Steve notices and he reminds me. I asked Steve to give a soda pop and water to a highway maintenance guy in the desert. I do little and need to do more. I loved the article in this months Ensign for September called, “Many Ways to Minister” by Elder Enrique R. Falabella. I’m grateful because I can do this!<br />
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My husband just bought me a scooter a few months ago and Kiely ran in my bedroom and said, “Mom!” “Dad brought you a scooter and you can go all the way to the sheep!” “I drove it and it’s so fast!” My response was, “I have to take a shower.” Ok, Ok I’m going outside. No anxiety here, no panic attack, be happy, be grateful! What should I wear? I’m not using the scooter, but I will drive firetruck golf cart. I should be able to do chores. It’s so hot outside and without Steve, I might crash. I’m such a chicken.<br />
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We attended our dear friend’s baptism today. It was so spiritual and I’m so excited for her.<br />
As I got in the car to go home, my Steve at the church, ”What’s with the man-bun?” I came home and promptly put my hair in curlers and walked in the other room and he said, “Whoa! (like I scared him🤨) “How’s the reception?” After almost 50 years he has to know that my hair is that of a cave-dwelling hermit. There’s more to this but I need to go to a funeral.<br />
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This is so hard to write. We miss raising puppies so much and so many people are writing and calling to buy a puppy. My site has been a place where people copy my photos and they’ve saved them on Pinterest (without my knowledge) and then those pictures were copied and are on dozens of advertising sites with Blue and Red Heelers for sale.<br />
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I’m so sorry this has happened, again. So many photos are used throughout Social Media that advertisers use to catch unsuspecting families or individuals that want to buy a forever friend. Please complain to the Social Media like Pinterest (the worse) Facebook, and Instagram. I know there are lots of others. I’m not an advertiser and I will use my own site to sell our puppies or word of mouth in our rural valley in the future.<br />
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Thank you for loving our puppies, they’ve all been sold a couple years ago and have happy homes. Sending hope for all to find the perfect puppy for Christmas.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832151316179864178.post-26963168529549726162018-05-22T14:51:00.002-07:002023-09-26T14:42:03.202-07:00I’m Alive, I’m Alive I did it! I had a pacemaker put-in and yep, it was a German one my daughter-in-law help design. It’s a BioTRONic. I still look at my heart through my phone heart monitor app to see the tall and regular heartbeats. I felt great right-out of the procedure and super-goofy and full of pain-killers. It works. I hated the little blue hospital sling that choked me, so my daughter bought a new soft and comfortable sling from Amazon.<br />
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I wanted a Thanksgiving dinner for Mother’s Day. I wasn’t afraid at all as I was wheeled-in the operating room and thankful my pacemaker worked. I was grateful for prayers from everyone including the Temple. I loved my Priesthood Blessing I received. My children and grandchildren and mostly the faith I had in the Savior and His Atonement for me. Early Mother’s Day we went to Ventura so we were able to see and visit with both our grandsons who are serving as missionaries. It was so touching to hear them talk in Spanish to each other though Face Time. That was such a gift! This was a very Thankful Day. </div>
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My family worked on a huge turkey dinner for our family and especially me. The blessing was said and as we said, “Amen” there was a loud scream from the barn. A big, buck kid had his leg hanging-out, breech! Yes, my dear dairy goat decided Mother’s Day to birth us all two kids. The breech buck was really stuck. My daughter pushed him back and did the adjustments. Lots of blood. No one ate dinner and I had the giggles and looked around. I even heard, “Mom, did you plan this?” I couldn’t eat because I was so excited. If you have livestock you know turning a head and bringing the feet forward takes skill.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 12pt;">Melody our doe, was completely exhausted, so dear Kiely put the kids on our porch in a large animal crate. They’re in a covered kennel now. I felt well enough today to feed. Kiely is going to make cheeses from my recipes! 🐐🧀 My Steve is reliving pasteurization and seeing jars of milk and bottles everywhere. My cheese hoops are in the milk house and so is the big cheese press my father-in-law made for me. Tip: cleaning bottles is so easy w/o a brush. We used dry rice and soap for the soda bottles and shake. We use pop-on nipples made for soda bottles. Lots of kids and lambs get a lamb bar. Melody is a first-time milker and she has great udder. Kiely got almost a gallon only this morning. Matt, my son-in-law was milking and said, “This is so “teat”eous!” 😂 I’ve got to get to the milking and help pull them down a little. I need to learn to breathe and walk. My heart is working perfectly now, but I need to exercise. I still have a sling.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 12pt;">We had fun watching my son, the ‘prankster king’ get pranked by Matt. He had taken a Mountain Dew bottle and put about 3 cups of water in the bottle and then made it yellow with food coloring.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 12pt;">Marnie was able to take a blurry video of Dustin pouring a cup of “fake pop” and he’s telling us a hilarious story made funnier by him holding the cup and he’d start to drink the pop and pause to tell more story... and he did it again. All of us were laughing but my daughter, Marnie and I were almost paralyzed laughing. Finally, he drinks it and looks straight at us and sternly said, “WHAT IS THIS?” We couldn’t talk. We were only guilty of having fun watching it. Whew! No payback. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 12pt;">Dustin has pranked me since he was about four. He scared me so much when I was pregnant with Larin by running though the house with a short black hose wiggling it and saying, “I caught a snake!” “I caught a snake!” I started screaming and hung-up the phone on my mom. She had to get in the car to see if I was okay. I almost fainted and he even had the neighbor kids running in with him. They were yelling, “A snake!” over and over. </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: justify;">I started this post so long ago when I had decided I was going to keep-up on my journal of what's going on around here. The truth is there's not enough desks for me to use my big computer to write a post. First there was a desk by the front window and it's way too hot by that big, dang window to even think to sit there, even when it's chilly impossible. One day our antique chair just fell apart. I'm so glad someone wasn't sitting in it. Not like an arm or the leg; it disassembled itself completely including ten minutes later a wheel rolled-out about two feet from the pile. Creepy. We were all doing projects and goofing around so the noise and boys jumping, bounced our original ship-lap floor (I know what that is, now) and shaky floor wiggled the desk chair apart. Right? I still think it was a trick. Steve and I sat in it and were crippled by it. No wonder it was a give-away, but I couldn't bring myself to say no, 'cuz I was taught, "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!" Can't say it was really a gift. Demonic chair!</span></div>
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My husband's desk is in the kitchen and it's his only. He's got so many projects going on, on it. I don't dare touch it and that includes using the copier most of the time. I do love his sturdy chair! There's Church work, Board-up work, CERT teaching, Citizen's Corps, the city radio, but also Ham Radio. There's no room for me.</div>
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I received another beautiful desk and Oh, my Slivers, this information is ALL so boring! </div>
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We got another huge desk. One has my big computer, ultimate scanner, and all my programs, but my daughter needs it all! She is in the tailoring business and has so much work; she has slipped-in and stole my two big desks. She didn't move them, but she needs them. We are working on a "She Shed" for her and all the sewing machines and tailoring paraphernalia can go in there. Hopefully, it'll be done soon and it's so cute. I really need to take more pictures. I know Kiely is going to hate our stairs to come up inside our house and even her stairs on the "She Shed" porch. This is because she does a piece and then she shows me. I'm trying to stay very critical, but what she does is always perfect. This daughter has done so much great weird sewing in her life and lots of quilts that showing me her efforts is plain redundant. I wish I had her talent but not her worry and she can fix my clothes! (heehee) My size radically changes with every medical procedure.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Okay, this is hard to write. I'm getting a pacemaker. I've had six ablations.There was the medical one and the two accidental ones and one was aborted (so really five?) and I came conscious during the time I was being intubated in my trachea to breathe better. Maybe I should say un-intubated because they were pulling the tube out. I don't breathe regularly just like my heart doesn't beat regularly. I had another clot and the anesthesiologist chick-doctor saved my life. (last blog post) Freaked-me-out a lot, but the job had no mistakes and I know it sounds like it, but Dr. Lee at CMH is wonderful. She also helps me wake-up without shaking or hyperventilating and that's a big deal to me.</div>
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I went over my number of cardio-versions. Now I think I've had seven in 15 months? My brain is wrecked. I am certain that my holding the electric fence when I was young caused me to be a special needs student. I have the original sign warning me to not touch the fence in my kitchen. You grab the pole and then the wire and we have grounding. Why did I do that? One of my doctors told me that I was self-medicating my heart-rate. I've had this my whole life and didn't know a crazy beating heart was unusual. No wonder I couldn't breathe right playing sports. I'd go catch the horse and grab the fence and I could relax. Honest, not all the time, we rotated pastures a lot and the horses didn't stay there more than a month and it was a move to another pasture without the electricity, we weren't really "into" electric fences. My dad thought they'd catch fire. There were eight pastures and also the hillside we leased during the rainy January, monsoon season. The sign for now is to remind me to take my medication on time and my pill holder is so full I have to use a rubber-band to hold my medications in each little box. Confession: I count my pills every single time I take my pills.</div>
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Getting ready to go get "the paddles" is not easy for me. It involves a lot of me talking myself into doing. The first one I pretty much flat-lined with the medication cardio-version. This particular experience is more than I can talk about on a blog, but I'll never forget it.</div>
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I have been in Atrial Fib. again for more than 3 weeks and I'm on a better blood thinner. The doctor came into my appointment two weeks ago and was pacing back and forth. He was late and I was impatient (duhr) and I said, "My daughter told me to say two words to you." And he said, "Can you make it one because I want to ask you something?' I said, I think it's two words, "Pacemaker!" He looked at me very puzzled and asked me who she worked for or what medical company. I think I rolled my eyes. I also think he thought I got a second opinion. He named off a few companies and I said my daughter worked for a dermatologist and she didn't like her, and I named a pair of family doctors that shared an office she worked at. I told him she worked for them over more than 20 years ago. My daughter got her job because she gave great shots and could draw blood. Anyway, all her experience with livestock gave her a medical assistant degree. It’s true, but NOT a Cert, but she did it. My daughter gave me shots and and also my mom. I didn't tell my doctor about her experience, but I did say she's a farmer on a ranch clear-out on the plains in Colorado. The Doctor pulled his neck in tight and frowned. I thought he was going to yell at me. He said he did want to give me a pacemaker and this other appliance at the same time, but the insurance wants him to do them separately. No, not again..... I don’t want to go “under” again. The pacemaker was what he was fretting about telling me.</div>
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One week from today, I get a gift and I suspect I'll see it before it's inside me and I won't look at it like thinking, "Don't look a gift horse 'pacemaker' in the mouth!" Besides, it's brand new and hasn't lost any teeth yet. I found out MY wiz-kid daughter-in-law helped design it or designed it and it's awesome. Is this weird or what?! MY SON'S WIFE! So now "All my Children" said-- I should go for it. I said yes to the pacemaker before I knew about my daughter-in-law hand in development and that was so great to hear. I feel so blessed to hear about what it does.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br></div>
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The quotes around the 'all my children' is that I'm so old I watched that soap opera series from the first to the last one on TV. Not others, just that one. I'm thinking of watching a Telenovela Mexicanas to learn Spanish. One is about a lady that's Una Duena? </div>
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I can't find it, so I'll have to go to the hairdressers and have them show me the channel and I hope it'll last awhile because it'll be a problem if it's playing when my grandchildren are here and they will want to watch TV, probably. They like horses, maybe it'll be okay to watch a Spanish Speaking soap opera. Their daddy speaks fluent Spanish. </div>
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Now, I've had six cardioversions in one year and four ablasions, actually one was a dud because the team had to stop because there was a blood clot. Really, they saved my life by finding it. I did have another rough and extensive ablation, but somehow I managed to put myself back into "crazy heart" again.</div>
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I've got to become a normal blogger without the gaps. It's been six whole months and I thought I'd get on with trying to just finish this one blog post and try and go back to writing regularly. What I didn't know was that my heart just needs medication and move on. I'm not upset with my heart that I was given and grateful it was only atrial fib and tachycardia. My valves in my heart could be causing more trouble, my murmur could be a lot more severe, and more.</div>
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My knees could be better and it really makes me upset that my thoughts 20 years ago were to not climb the ladder and I did anyway. I fell on my knees and then was dragged into a fence, that was used for military runway stability. The fence didn't give, in-other-words. The rope was nylon and I didn't have gloves on and I now have no calluses. I made mistakes all the way around and I knew beforehand. That accident changed my life. My daughter rear-view mirror photo fits my life so much. I could've done so much more, I could've hiked and leisurely walked in the park. Lesson learned and I do have to be better. I think this is where my New Year's resolution begins in March.</div>
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Yes, I'm disabled with my knees and heart, but no way am I changing my ADL. An acronym for Activities for Daily Living. WHAT? It's on my chart at my Primary Care Doctor. Sheesh, I brush my own teeth, shower, lots of make-up, etc. My ADL even when I don't leave the house!</div>
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I'm going to the doctor again on Tuesday, and by that time I will have been in atrial fibrillation and tachycardia for 24 days. I don't know what the doctor has planned. I know the routine. I have the best doctor and anesthesiologist and I awake like I've taken a nap. No shaking. I'll have headphones for privacy or to give privacy to others. Then, it's off to USC to have my Thyroid removed with a cardiologist. I'll be so happy that for awhile my hospital visits will be in my past, please. </div>
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No more griping about health stuff because I have so much else to think about. When I read back on this I'll know why it took me so long. I think facing any surgery causes anxiety and I was putting off my blog post because I was afraid that anxiety and writing about my heart and knees would send an arrow in my brain that I didn't want to face-up to it. I did and really, I do feel better and yep, I could have a stroke or heart attack without this procedure and going to the doctor. But, maybe later because I have lots more to do. I'm not dying today and there you go. Health News is over.</div>
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I've wanted to start this school since I heard about the pilot program and I was 60. I thought I could handle it all back then. I knew it was in Glendale. Oh the trip! It's 100 miles down and back. Then, it was in Valencia and I was sure I was going then. Valencia is so much closer and about 45 minutes away without any traffic on one of the most dangerous highways in Ventura and Los Angeles Counties. My husband; if you have read this blog at all you know he was a firefighter and the memories of this road haunt him. He wasn't ready for me to commute. Finally, it's now at our own Stake building and Institute. My one daughter jumped at it because she already had her Associates Degree from Ventura College and this program will transfer all units if it's from a certified school, like a national, state, or community college.</div>
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So I signed-up and since that time, it didn't really stress over the day to start school. Now, it's tonight! I'm a little nervous, but more than that, I'm excited! After I received my call today to confirm the time, I started shaking. I'm not sure of my emotions with this. I know I need to pray for help to remember what's needed for me to do this well.</div>
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No, I'm not going to back-away or "shrink" like Elder Maxwell described fear. That's the last word I said before I had my heart surgery. It makes me brave and just do what needs to be done. The surgery time was 3 hours and the best nap I've ever had. I had so much energy! Good booster and positive word. </div>
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My husband called me to remind me about my medication that I have to take at noon. I think he was sure I would forget because I'm so preoccupied with tonight. I asked him that if I happen to fail, could I start over? He's answer was that I could and as many times as I would like to take Pathway. It's learning! But, he told me I wasn't going to fail and it was going to be wonderful. I hope it is. I will update my blog to report on how all of this went.</div>
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My start on school will be like when I'm trying to accomplish my homework or studies. I'm going to pray. Is there any way else to have help to give me strength, determination, and of course, a good attitude?</div>
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This is the logo I see when I sign-in below. I was so surprised about the modules and the way school is taught. My daughter learned online with Utah State College and she said her learning was very, very similar. I was so surprised she didn't tell me about it. It is hard to find a completely quiet place in our house. I'm distracted by the animals outside, the clock ticking, or even quiet music. These kind of distractions have always been with me and florescent lighting is the worse. My phone is going-off with notifications, non-stop, so I do know I need to temporarily block the little noise. I'm not looking now at my phone. It isn't time. I'm going to change and mentally block the noises I don't have control over and not let them bother me. I was born bothered, so I'm not sure if that's possible. I'm going to pray for that special blessing. I can do that when I'm having my blood pressure tested, I can do this.</div>
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My children and my husband pushed me physically up to the front of the room to sign-up for school. They have been my cheerleaders and I appreciate them. It's so odd to be on the other side when I used to be their cheerleader and help them go to new classes. Big difference with me this is college and not Kindergarten or high school.<br />
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I didn't know what was coming! I am so relaxed and happy for my oldest daughter as we celebrated her graduation from college and received her Master's Degree. I cried a lot, but she made the graduation fun by using her laptop to show her and hear the speakers so well. The party that night was incredible. I remember Tatum thinking a gopher was like a pet squirrel. She went to pet it and surprise! She danced all around worried the gopher would suddenly run-up her pant-leg. We roasted Starbursts and marshmallows and had a lot of happy talk. Our driveway parties are the best because we are a ways of the main road. There's not too many that can even see us. My middle daughter and family can see us because they live right next door.<br />
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This was the biggest surprise ever and it is a true statement, below. I need a solid plan for when I study and when I play. I need to get-up and walk around during study time. I have a Pomodoro and I'm going to use it! I need rest between real concentration. That was the only way I could learn any piano. A type of Pomodoro. One musical selection session and go get a Coke. Nah! My favorite was to go sit on the side of my dad's Model T Ford Flatbed. It was big long step on the long-running step-side with my dog, Scoots and tell him all about what I was doing and I'd be back. So Pomodoro is one goal, exercise is another, reading my scriptures and taking notes, take time to make an organized place to work, be early to my my class meetings, and have my laptop, cord and extra supplies including water with electrolytes with these I can enter my class each week ready and organized. Is that too much?<br />
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I know there will be other goals for this class. I've never gone to one before and I'm not sure of what I need to add. Oh! Stay off Facebook and Instagram. That's a given. I still love my friends there, but for a time, I need to <b>FOCUS.</b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832151316179864178.post-20969920142125023272017-07-19T02:41:00.001-07:002017-07-19T11:22:49.527-07:00I Need To Start This Blog Again!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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These 'starts' or arrows that pass through my brain include finding time to do a sewing project or studying, exercise, and more prayer. So today, I looked at the gopher holes in the dirt and thought about poisoning golphers for a new replant of our lawns. I go to sleep planning stuff like this and in the morning think, "Eh, too early. I'll do this all in a week or two. This is still a drought? I don't know, but our water bill doubled.</div>
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The last couple of days my mind's been on starting my blog again. Nope, no dogs for sale... but can give great references. My intention is to just start. I've kept my journal going still this whole time even through the passing of my mother. </div>
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My over-thinking (bad habit) had been about our trip to the East Coast and I believe that normal people can't wait and they're filled with excitement. Then there's me. Every time I've traveled in the past say, seven years. I've gotten sick and either in the hospital or I come home and the next day I'm in the hospital. My goal is to stay healthy.</div>
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It's a dehydration problem. I lose electrolytes quickly I do take them and for some reason I'm absorbing only water. It really boils down to my thyroid acting-up. I think I'm learning how to beat this. If I end up in ER and then get a room, it seems like forever. </div>
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Though all of this, my meds were being changed, as usual. My heart rate was being stabilized, but my allergies started-up with me and I was covered in hives. The nutritionist didn't know I was allergic to seasonings, coloring, even pepper. I should have just told her "What part of absolutely everything that I'm allergic to is brought to me that you don't understand?" I felt bad that I even thought that, because she said there was a communication problem. I'm glad I held in my anger and held my hurtful words. I think most people in the hospital feel yucky and grouchy. Hives are a new level of discomfort, but I've learned how to manage. What I didn't like was that I couldn't have meds for hives. I just took the "No, you can't" I kept thinking that I'll be out soon. So, I looked for the deer outside my beautiful window, the puffy clouds, our green mountain ranges and hoped for sleep. Maybe this was a bad week, or I was dreaming it was an episode of a crazy TV series. All of my floor area was sad. Was I part of the circus? I wondered if I talked in my sleep, I did! The blood pressure guy started laughing when I asked him if I spoke in my sleep? I do that a lot at home when I'm really tired.</div>
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My other hospital visits haven't been so memorable because I'm ignoring them all. Trying to forget all, but not forgetting the day when Gunnar my grandson was born. Six months ago exactly. Oh yes, I did it again! I had to be in hospitalized for dehydration and Afib. My daughter had Gunnar and I was in the ER. Not really bad. I had a wonderful doctor and I was allowed to hold my grandson for 20 minutes. That's great, right?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;">6 Months Today</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="id_6549_69a1_bdf7_a0a5" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrtcP7AphHSrHhg42N3hgHzGpbhBojaCPQ_Y2DZPRtIhGjDjT9eB_S13N1NnXphjWHQs7D8e-Envd9TfFQhL08PE7crEQ2SrJO0F_xpicnPuIKCwesewv0xcC_IGw2iFDUFV5PB68KujUp/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
I hate ruining our regular trips. I do! I'm packing tomorrow and maybe I can get advice on staying hydrated in the most humid area of the country. I'm not used to that. I have a direct line to help me. This has been a long series of learning experiences. Our bodies are such miracles! How could anyone deny the existence of God?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm very, very grateful to caregivers and what they must go through day after day. I'm thankful for getting so much healthier and for my life and here with my family. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My most important calling along with Visiting Teaching (Oh, I love the sisters that I have been blessed to serve) is my calling to gather the history of Relief Society on the Central Coast and our own ward in particular. It includes the history of the church here. I didn't write it, but faithful members like my mother-in-law and her closest friend, the pioneers of the area. This is my calling officially along with the ward website and calendar. I need more time! And I'm very blessed to be to be able beat these obstacles and I can accomplish a start of this important record along with my own genealogy.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832151316179864178.post-30313268956371837732017-02-13T13:26:00.000-08:002018-05-22T20:39:43.560-07:00Trying To Figure Who I Am<h2>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I feel I have a huge question hanging over my head. What do I feel are important things in my life right now. What? I don't know. I am blessed and I have comfort and faith. Life is certainly a journey and I know I'm on the right trail. Maybe. I follow my Steve and want to do that, he keeps me in-line.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></span>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Trails are harder sometimes to come down from above. Switchbacks really can give us a break. Muscles can often ache more from the descent. This isn't a metaphor, but it could..because I would have to climb and work hard to get to the mountain top, again. Why do I go back to the flatland? Or in other words...the easy place where I'm not challenged or thinking about goals that I have for myself?</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It takes strength to climb a mountain and as we get older the harder it is to make the climb. There's a lot of places I haven't seen or will ever see because of changes in my life. But the goals I can attain have led me on another path. There are fewer switchbacks and the problem with that is...I'm not sure where I've begun. The path where I came from is obscure. I don't stop to think about my path at the switchbacks resting points. I'm dependent on the need of a hiking stick to help me. The trail is still beautiful and hopefully I'm still moving forward in the right way. I only have brief glimpse of what's ahead. I have a map and compass so those tools help me know where I can end my hike. I never want to be lost. I love hiking. </span><br>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My grandfather was in rodeo, a rodeo clown, a shop owner that had a great following, he was a big game hunter and an artist. He was excellent at tailoring, making saddles, and tooling leather, and wood carving. He wrote plays for The Boy Scouts and helped build a scout camp called "Three Falls." He was a fireman that never received any compensation. He fought really terrible fires including one that burned his shop. My grandfather rebuilt it better than it was before it burned. Grandpa Joe was in silent and talkie movies with all the great actors. He was a California State judge in horsemanship. He was a parade and rodeo announcer and a deputy sheriff. Grandpa and dad raised beautiful Quarter Horses we had a Doc Bar daughter and her sire was traced backed to Traveler lines. Our mare's name was Barton's Cocoa, she couldn't throw an ugly foal. Grandpa also imported and raised cattle dogs from Australia and they had the grandest barn. I often wonder why the horses were always in the pastures and and didn't get the new barn. The mares had their foals in a converted, old redwood, car garage.</span><br>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My grandfather is just one example of someone that made their life full. He wasn't perfect and had lots of flaws. My mom constantly pointed-out how much she didn't like her father-in-law. But everyone remembers him and tells me what a great man he was here in this, my hometown. He was voted to be a Grand Marshall in our Festival Parade. I rode next to him and not in a car but we were on horses.</span><br>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> The flaws. (Grandpa Joe must be looking at this from heaven & clamping his jaw) Grandpa's character came with the time he lived, the home he lived-in, as a young man, and how he was raised. There's such a story there. I have his authentic Teddy Bear from the turn-of-the-century. It has only one ear and he must of carried it around in his mouth. The bear is almost with-out any fuzz at all. It's rough and the Teddy has a special chair in my long room-our living room. I wish I knew less. I wish I knew less of everyone. My memory is too fine and keeps it all, each file not separated by only the good or bad.</span><br>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I want to lift-out the files on everything that is negative in anyway and shred them, never letting them return. There's nothing I can do right now to forget, except right it down maybr. I can forgive wholeheartedly, but gorgetting is not realistic because I remember. I don't hold it against anyone but myself for remembering. If anyone thinks I hold a grudge, try me. I promise I don't and have tried to make it easy for all to be mended. Could I love more? Yes! I can absolutely. </span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And then there's my "Noah" my husband, Steve. He has never drank, smoked, or said any foul, cuss word, or taken the Lord's name in vain, ever. He's never seen a bad movie... and we have walked out of many. Cartoon movies forever. Ugh! He's always is trying to help others. (Me a lot) Steve is often referred by our church members as their favorite Bishop. I still hear that often and even at our last Stake Conference two weeks ago.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Steve's going on TV this next month, again! He endures pain without complaint even after falling while fighting a fire. He's still working (he can't do anything but talk and direct the families of disasters in the right direction, he can phyisically work, even mending our pens on our place) My Steve has a great path and he's forging on, always helping someone every single day. He doesn't let his injuries slow him down... he's always working for the good of others. My Steve has saved many lives. He has a huge legacy and amazes me. Steve has a story, a passion, and works hard at keeping himself going on his hike and journey. I'm married to him and hooked to his side. However, I do hold him back. I'm supremely slow.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What can I do at age 62 to have a story? If someone were to ask me what I could do or what have I accomplished, I couldn't answer. Yes, I have a great memory and could tell you exactly the clothes I've worn, the way my hair looked, and even if I was wearing a certain fragrance. I just remember, it doesn't mean I looked good and I DO remember so very long ago trying to take pictures and remember events before there was video. I eanted to remember good and bad. That's actually weird or funny because I could've done something great and remembered it. My memory clicks in of what I've done that day and I wish I could remember ALL that I've done that was worthwhile? Guess it's ok, I remember today.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My mind has a few empty files. I remember my flaws, sins, weaknesses, and regrets. I've relived those often at home from the generosity of my family filling-in all the extra things they saw in me. And, there has never been forgiveness in their hearts, ever... except my dad. How did he know I needed that?</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> I can spell every homonym and use it three different ways in the same essay and all incorrectly. So, I have a file on that, and I can't unlock the file or fix it. It's the same with colons, semi-colons, yeah, all that. Thank you everyone that enjoys leaving a comment on my mistakes and commenting me on super-long paragraphs. Yes, I had grammar lessons. I was meant to speak Spanish. No offense taken on my grammar or subject matter. I already know I do that, I'm old.</span><br>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> The "ifs?" My "if" life would be to go back to school. I would love "Pathway" at BYU Idaho... I hope someday the program can come closer to home. Be something, know something, and help others. It's a far-away dream.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The subject would be genealogy. I do know history, even strategic battles of the Revolutionary War, Civil War, Korean War, and Viet Nam War. I've turned-off the TV since my before my youngest was born. (almost 30 years) Thst's a long time ago... I know what's happening. No need to see first hand or video. The reason I mention the wars is because in each of the wars I've mentioned (1812, Mexican Wars, too) I have a family member directly involved in the battles.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div>I'm praying for a new (different) copy machine to record all that I have. The good works thsy I vould do are not known by most of people that are not L.D.S. or Mormon. I hope I can make-up for lost time.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78yWxSusC4tHLelz1LyqKf0Muh6BgQvI9Zza2YRJ6-HtCGlzv6yn6RdkwUJ_em8aODhCUHqdidA1dBzefubHidu3Zk05TNG8a29dE1p4j0Nk40wJCV2Xfd0O9xJ8x23PZ65KhdNhqD1uY/s640/blogger-image-184201526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78yWxSusC4tHLelz1LyqKf0Muh6BgQvI9Zza2YRJ6-HtCGlzv6yn6RdkwUJ_em8aODhCUHqdidA1dBzefubHidu3Zk05TNG8a29dE1p4j0Nk40wJCV2Xfd0O9xJ8x23PZ65KhdNhqD1uY/s640/blogger-image-184201526.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832151316179864178.post-29221038803009719992017-02-13T11:53:00.001-08:002017-07-16T18:57:28.598-07:00New Post. The News From HereWe aren't having puppies. If I haven't responded to your emails lately, I'm so sorry. I'm hearing our male dog, Duelly... crying again and it's been constant for a couple weeks. Darby was his best friend and my husband hasn't been able to fill the void left by Darby's death.<br />
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My Steve, my daughter, and I went up to the vet's I held her in my arms. All the way, I held her tightly knowing it was the last time. I couldn't go in. The dog, my daughter, and my husband returned. It was only arthritis and she'd be herself with her medication morning and night.<br />
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Darby was herself and played, fetched everything, growled at Duelly to be gentle each time he was to close her. A few weeks went by with her medication and then, she couldn't uncurl herself, and we all knew she hurt. Darby couldn't eat or drink and I this time I knew this was it. Steve and Kiely took her back to the vet and Steve took Darby into see her doctor. Steve said she wasn't afraid, was relaxed and my husband said she went away slowly while he held her.<br />
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We're having puppies on the ranch again, It's Duelly and Darby! Please check the Heeler Page tab at the top of the blog to get the contact information. It's my daughter and she lives right next door. The puppies are due in a couple weeks. These are Dec. 2015 puppies. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832151316179864178.post-34798743935525781622015-08-01T21:16:00.001-07:002015-08-02T21:47:32.852-07:00Please check the Heeler Page For Our New Arrivals<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioCF_2fEOZ1F9deHMoar4L1JaKKN_BzxMKyQIYrrXPABBBhgfDKijaCWI9GkViTgIH1RutojkRz77Loxcr4aIyqCcosGtJWv0wRecOZs8cwZqmVn0YniJWD1Lapd4JSq_Y6PzZfji6lfWX/s640/blogger-image-1172895145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioCF_2fEOZ1F9deHMoar4L1JaKKN_BzxMKyQIYrrXPABBBhgfDKijaCWI9GkViTgIH1RutojkRz77Loxcr4aIyqCcosGtJWv0wRecOZs8cwZqmVn0YniJWD1Lapd4JSq_Y6PzZfji6lfWX/s640/blogger-image-1172895145.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We're going to be really a sad bunch giving-up these little ones they're all named, of course! Darby never loses her excitement of showing us what she made for us to play with and hold. I love the smell of new puppies! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The puppies are only 2 1/2 weeks. They've just started playing. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832151316179864178.post-49619094394730995682015-07-30T01:04:00.001-07:002015-07-30T01:16:29.383-07:00Confession: We Have Puppies! Sneaky Dogs!Please check our Queensland Heeler Page. Yes, it's those rascals Darby and Duelly. Friday pictures because today is a thunder storm. If it brings drops of rain we'll take it! Puppy love is happening all over again and all the puppies have been named. Of course, you can change it because they only hear "puppies!"<div><br></div><div>My grandson Charlie holding (I forgot the name) again last week. The puppies are growing fast. I have to look-up my baby goat's name--that's pathetic! I'm very thankful I remember my 19 grand-children's names.<br><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpT_P0UqB_wPxtr-HtRMZEMEwYqMEqxglchKW4lBCIsSgknqjgSn2tNZL_W3ctCzNxyNYPXWUccJRSfagizb_cdq65UuqdGPQ9wmzalgC2cgXU7pjj7mq8VYotbJOQanf0cmthm_vKYrSP/s640/blogger-image--1523773701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpT_P0UqB_wPxtr-HtRMZEMEwYqMEqxglchKW4lBCIsSgknqjgSn2tNZL_W3ctCzNxyNYPXWUccJRSfagizb_cdq65UuqdGPQ9wmzalgC2cgXU7pjj7mq8VYotbJOQanf0cmthm_vKYrSP/s640/blogger-image--1523773701.jpg"></a></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832151316179864178.post-19760384966041379982015-02-21T20:07:00.000-08:002015-02-22T18:02:08.792-08:00It Seems We Just Meet Our Puppies and They're GoneOur last two puppies are being picked-up on Saturday and one of my precious lambs. So hard to let go of the last babies. Our lamb is a yearling-past and skiddish. I had to put her in with the goat yearlings to get her away from our ram coming into rut.<br />
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See Laney, my daughter and family's Queensland Heeler trying to help me? She's peeking behind the gate.<br />
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The goats at this age are annoying! They both want to chew holes in clothing and do brodies off anyone's body. I think I have hoof bruises. I hope they settle-down before they knock me down. They've got to stop that behavior; I don't need to be pushed-over ever again. The buck just plain convinced me I don't need that type of rough play. These young does are still so playful and I know they're trying to get my attention.</div>
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I completed one and one-half fleece of the white. I don't see much true white, it's still more like off-white and darker...I don't think I can use the darker. The wool has been felted on the sheep. I know most of it will spin. It feels like spider-webs.</div>
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Is this the most fun, ever! Well...no. Finding someone in my genealogy gets a shout every time, but this is a dream to spin my own wool from my own sheep. I have a Schacht Spindle and it's called The Ladybug Spinning Wheel, and there's a secret ladybug hidden near the wheel. I found it! I received new cards because a lady took my old ones when I gave her some extra wool. That's okay, because they gave me blisters. These cards are curved. There's also extra bobbins and a drop spindle to learn how to draft to make my wool tightly woven. It'll be fun when I go with Steve and use the drop spindle in the car or truck. This spindle takes some effort and isn't weighted like the others, but my efforts will help give my legs and feet some added exercise, not to mention the concentration brain power to be able to feed the wool-in and not make "crazy yarn". Crazy yarn is my specialty.</div>
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Here's <a href="http://trevorhollenback.com/" target="_blank">Trevor Hollenback Services</a> for shearing our sheep. It was trained in Austria and New Zealand. The motor is above and never burns the sheep's delicate skin. He changes the cutters often and then goes home and grinds them sharp again. I bet there were 50 cutters on his wire-holder up hanging on the fence to change-out. The fleeces came out on one-piece like a blanket. Be sure to look at his website for more information. He's traveling the western states.</div>
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Time tomorrow to say goodbye to the lamb ewe and our two little female puppies. The little girl puppies are both traveling a long way to their home. Tomorrow will be a good day with tears mixed-in.</div>
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These pups are still little and just starting to feel good about being without their mother and out in a field. They were either at my feet or in my arms or under the camera while Tanner was taking pictures. We tried for the middle of the day so not to have long shadows, but that's their regular naptime and their playtime was only about an hour before they were sound asleep. Wake a puppy and we get a grumpy face. I'll update again next week and we should have a "wild bunch" on our hands.<br />
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I'd been working on taking puppy pictures. Yep, there's two litters! We have a bundle of girls and three boys. They're all growing so fast our pictures are out-of-date before I can load them. Here's some of my grandchildren's photos.<br />
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I have been trying to be well enough to have my surgery on my thyroid done. And of course, I have another hurtle with my kidney infections not going away. I'm sensitive to a lot of antibiotics. Rare stuff and it's frustrating and really a bunch of nonsense to me.</div>
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In between all of my trying to stay on the healthy-side...we had a great Christmas with everyone around here and New Year's with our oldest daughter and grand daughter. So many of our family were gone or sick and we thought we'd be be on our own. Surprise! We had company! We had so much food and great leftovers. Really traditional. Very grateful for a New Year and a new start. </div>
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One of my Wyoming daughters surprised us and on Jan. 3rd. It was cold, but clear there in Wyoming, and super good weather here so beautiful. Kiely and baby flew-in to stay a week with us. She brought our youngest granddaughter Dune. I was so happy to see "the baby!" "The baby!" "The baby!" Echoes...</div>
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Kiely and Dune had a busy time. They went to Disneyland and Kiely was able to visit with old high school chums. Steve and I were in heaven watching our Dune sashay around the house entertaining us. We even had a family party here. I bought (you'll never guess) the movie, "Frozen" so we could make the Wyomingites feel at home. We've had wonderful warm weather here and all just so fun. All of us missed the working daddy, Matt. And I'm so thankful to him for sacrificing so much for us, that we could see each other again. I needed a "Baby Dune" fix.</div>
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Tanner the oldest grandson, did get stuck-in-the-mud in the arena. Okay, everyone whipped-out their phones to save Tanner's embarrassing moment for posterity. Tanner did get his car buried!</div>
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Dune's An "Animal Lover* </div>
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All the livestock were just drawn to the little person here on the place, even the chickens. I need to go back over this post and count how many times I wrote the word, "fun." I may say "fun" but in my heart it's "joy!"</div>
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Dune looks like her great grandmother. Their hands are placed just the same. Steve's mother is 91 and Dune Marie, is 1 years old and was named after her Norwegian great grandmother, Dune Marie Patten Lazenby. Both Dunes were born in Payson, Utah. Fancy that! </div>
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I should stop here...need to get busy and load puppy photos on the Queensland Heeler page. I have so much more to add here on my blog for my family. I know they wouldn't want to miss our sheep shearing marathon. Exciting and fun!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832151316179864178.post-1861608237042520262014-12-02T18:38:00.001-08:002014-12-02T18:45:28.217-08:00We Give Thanks For Rain<span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Beginning The Renewal of Green Again</span><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">We're so grateful today to have had a whole day of rain.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXMUAXaKgOGBKqrXjclhDYZS30JKuyMmTP-Lf2fSfjGnIOoV73NrcTxI3BJQzYqaL89joHoDqN8YKfUnkCajzf_24FdfBtKSurDGzAOSdukykMflmkUYHNjv9dCCDNMsP4HYTBC9NvjqGT/s640/blogger-image-57204018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXMUAXaKgOGBKqrXjclhDYZS30JKuyMmTP-Lf2fSfjGnIOoV73NrcTxI3BJQzYqaL89joHoDqN8YKfUnkCajzf_24FdfBtKSurDGzAOSdukykMflmkUYHNjv9dCCDNMsP4HYTBC9NvjqGT/s640/blogger-image-57204018.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">It wasn't a deluge like it was reported and we are thankful for the saving of the hillside homes. Mudslides cover homes not protected because of wildfires. A huge storm would've been devastating.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Our little town is having it's own worry with the rain. We were in the news recently because of the Hazmat Incident. It hasn't been cleaned-up yet. We ask ourselves will it leak into our great valley river and irrigation ponds?</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Thankfully we are having the sweetest rain. It isn't sprinkles and it's just raining enough to hear on our roof. The ground is receiving the moisture and there's no mud. Our land was so dry!</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">We had a lot of time to prepare for the rain.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizlbez0sBxl8LwyAop4YRlNOR_7EuEh_aNBZZ2FagkMpR3Pp3JBWCdk5WlIsN-R2fPAZYLdtougLeUtSyFkyT06rGyyHar_idFO_KzXziGCHhZ52dR1X6eS_uK_1vjyiWCSEGMd3LblGYX/s640/blogger-image--383234086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizlbez0sBxl8LwyAop4YRlNOR_7EuEh_aNBZZ2FagkMpR3Pp3JBWCdk5WlIsN-R2fPAZYLdtougLeUtSyFkyT06rGyyHar_idFO_KzXziGCHhZ52dR1X6eS_uK_1vjyiWCSEGMd3LblGYX/s640/blogger-image--383234086.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN0ImgjlIG_IUMnloAVfuelLZN-AH6gObRMN_yeFszFx0BxfKVea7W5_rbzNDSWvamHoUuqfZOtHHT_IIwGQrZWt8OERS4j8TjBts1d1tRprJ3PZDo4praMSOUyx_gKQGyBMdd5AgNi6vW/s640/blogger-image-954932254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN0ImgjlIG_IUMnloAVfuelLZN-AH6gObRMN_yeFszFx0BxfKVea7W5_rbzNDSWvamHoUuqfZOtHHT_IIwGQrZWt8OERS4j8TjBts1d1tRprJ3PZDo4praMSOUyx_gKQGyBMdd5AgNi6vW/s640/blogger-image-954932254.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">My grandsons came and cleaned pens and water tubs. My husband made a great composting pile and everything that needed cover was put in our barn or tarped.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I suppose I'm just happy that this rain parted and went around us. This gave us an inch and we may another by tomorrow. It's not the 5 inches and heavy winds like it was predicted for here.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">The mountains are receiving lots of rain. Some towns are getting more than forecasted. We have just enough. Heavenly Father hears our prayers.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Our plants were dying and including weeds and our very old Oak Trees. The little growth under our feet was gone and when they died it left dust and rock-hard clay. There are no flowers, no foliage, no beautiful grass, and nothing green.</div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">We're starting over! <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This is my rain blog tonight. It's pretty much "absolutely nothing" to the rest of our nation. But it is soooo important to us. We are grateful beyond words and because we've had to be patient and know prayers are answered. This was right; we had to ask and appreciate what The Lord provides. We're very blessed this evening.</span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfx1dUnaVLDoXpM3yQA5VYEHZMSShwXR9fbTfbKPmkyiZ0RRJOb-hJ_oEzNs2Au5bv_PueGWOpClMYVtjR46Fj9wAmvN7qsxEbtycghoB-64-G-N7bS0rOtjLb2rCyaG2oMoDKnb9F5OLQ/s640/blogger-image-1036244675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfx1dUnaVLDoXpM3yQA5VYEHZMSShwXR9fbTfbKPmkyiZ0RRJOb-hJ_oEzNs2Au5bv_PueGWOpClMYVtjR46Fj9wAmvN7qsxEbtycghoB-64-G-N7bS0rOtjLb2rCyaG2oMoDKnb9F5OLQ/s640/blogger-image-1036244675.jpg"></a></div></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Look toward the sky for Eagle feathers. There the clouds that drift and we see the feathers with no beginning or end. (Cirrus clouds) </span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We look at those clouds with hope and say to ourselves, it'll probably rain in approximately 4 days. 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There's so many bloggers out there that write about the pain and suffering they're enduring. It maybe really therapeutic for them or comforting and helping others going through the same challenges. The trials we face can run from emotional problems, grief, sadness, help others in need, to overcoming an illness or coping with a chronic illness. I know lots of bloggers write about their faith and ways to strengthen themselves or trying to build faith as they seek strength in their life. I've probably written about that a little or a lot. I have.<br>
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That's not me exactly. I confess that when something happens my blogging hands quit. I guess I don't want to face or see the my life's burdens in print. I suppose, if I get-on with it things will be back to crazy normal. I really don't even want my children or grandchildren to know that I have anything negative going-on in my life. No one is immune from trials and at the moment I can't even jump over a very low hurtle. Now that I think about it, I quit jumping around when I had my first pregnancy. Dang. I loved to jump.<br>
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I have this genetic heart defect and right now it's getting in the way of all I need to have done to take my Hashimoto's Thyroid out of my fat neck. It's another "hereditary condition." My thyroid has grown a lot this year and is starting to block my trachea. Everyday my voice goes-out or I become very hoarse.(horse, hahahaha) and that's not too bad, but I really like to breathe.<br>
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There's other stuff like my broken knees. I need find some reinforcement to help me walk better after surgery. No more prednisone for me and trying to get a referral to have injections of that "rooster-comb" cushion that gave me so much relief a few years ago. I haven't liked my age of 63 one-single-bit. I need to jump-in and get all these health stuff done and have faith and be strong. I need to act like I did when I was a whole bunch younger and face-it. And saying to myself, "Let's do it!"<br>
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There are lots of tests that are required for surgery and the self-given shots are not for sissy's. I think everyone has to jump through a lot of hoops to get any surgery accomplished. I've been practicing for these things my whole life. I said first, "Oh no, on the shots!" I've got to keep telling myself, "If I can have given a thousand shots 'sub-q' or 'intramuscularly' what was I doing all these years?" I was practicing for these days. I've been giving shots since I was only 10 years old.<br>
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I had to have this "episode" to make all the doctors jump into action and I quit the denials on my Blue Shield. Now finally there's action. I can see I'm going to get my health in order. Finally. My episode happened and I had a crazy tachycardia/atrial fib session that I couldn't get in-control with medication and I had to go to the hospital in the middle of the night. This just happened.<br>
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My heartbeats were like a hummingbirds. It was going so fast my firefighter husband couldn't get a count on my plus. It exhausted me after about 10 minutes of "crazy-heart-racing" It was like the emergency before almost 200/minute. Now even though my heart is racing everything else at the hospital was in super-slow-motion. It went from getting-in, testing me in one room, testing my heart, x-rays, all of it was so slow and I'm on SPEED.<br>
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The Doctor came in again and I know this routine. She told me my heart doesn't have any clots in the upper chambers and we can't let you go home until your heart rate is at 100/minute or less. It had steadied about 115 and did a 'swing-dance' and then 114. It just went back and forth with the blipping in-between. I knew what was coming. I knew it. All this time is going by and it's going so slow. My Steve's beside me, busy keeping awake playing solitaire. I understand, he wasn't the one that's getting zapped with paddles and I tried and stay awake for him. It was almost 6:oo am.<br>
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The nurse took my blood pressure again and I was so tired I didn't even look. My IV was in my hand? Oh yeah, never had it there before and it felt weird to move it. The nurse placed my hand across my chest. (<u>important fact</u>) I knew that the nurses and the doctor were monitoring me and I could hear them talking about the techs coming to work and arranging for my "procedure" to put my heart back in normal rhythm. I forgot, what is normal? j/k<br>
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So I'm singing to myself an old Peter, Paul, and Mary song--the only one I could think of at the time so I could try and sleep. I was over trying to stay awake. So it was, "____, the magic dragon lived by the sea and frolicked in the autumn-mist in a land called Onaleeee. A little thought darted through my head, "Where's this place and what's the stupid dragon's name?" And then it happened! A loud, crazy buzzing was coming from my heart and my right forearm is completely stiff. I jumped thinking I'm getting the paddles without anyone being there except Steve in the chair next to my bed.<br>
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BREATHE! Oh yes, I could breathe. I felt suddenly so wonderful! I said softly to Steve, "I feel really good" "Steve, HEY! I feel really, really good!" Here I am trying over and over to get his attention and still in the "slo-mo-mode." He couldn't hear me like I wasn't talking at all. He wasn't asleep! OMGsh! I stopped and I realized I am DEAD! I'm DEAD!<br>
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Steve can't hear me and I feel wonderful. Well, that stinks. I thought if I swatted-him my hand would go right through him. Naw, he looked-up at me and said, "What?" "What are you doing?" "Not dead, I'm not dead!" I practically yelled it at him, The nurses and doctor had come in and Steve and I looked at the monitor behind us and my heart had converted to 55. Wow! I know my husband is deaf!<br>
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The doctor asked how I felt and they saw my heart change suddenly. I know you can change it by blowing super-hard through a syringe, pushing-down like your delivering a baby, coughing, sneezing, and there maybe other things but those have never worked for me. The nurse lifted the covers and there it was.... the blood pressure cuff was over my heart and had gone-off on it's own and it startled me so much that I about fell-off the bed. Now I know why there's baby-rails on adults patient's beds.<br>
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The 30 second scenario now has taken paragraphs to write. I tried to explain to the doctor and nurses and they were smiling and then I ruined it by saying, "Puff!" "It's Puff!" Oh no...I turned crazy on everyone. I could see on their faces I was saying something really weird out-loud that was meant just for me. The little bit of Tourette in me, I guess,<br>
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It was time to get dressed and outta' there. Steve told the nurse that the next time he's going to pretend to run into a tree; skidding and just missing it so he didn't have to haul me up to the hospital and pay so much money to get me discharged.<br>
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I waited for the FJ to come to the curb and I climbed-in and before we left Steve asked, "What was that you said in there?" He was asking me if I had a screw loose somewhere. I said I remembered the first word of the song I was singing ... just before my heart went back to normal. I explained, "It was "Puff" you know, that mighty dragon?" He said, "Well, THAT was weird!" Me, "So this whole thing was weird! I THOUGHT I WAS DEAD!" So I end this delightful journey into my sick history.<br>
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My dear husband was trapped! I slammed-it-into one and or Mach 1 and let him have it. He was deaf and I'm tired of his inability to hear, he is deaf, and it's<u> his</u> fault I thought I was dead. Blah, Blah, Blah, all the way home and I slept for two days. <br>
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Considering I am now 64. I started my website when I was 47. It took a lot to get me to move over to blogging. My webpages were before Facebook and Instagram. It was even before Website Editors. I wrote all my Hyper Text Markup Language by myself. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">And my first page was a poem, then a page about "The Meaning of Flowers." I learned so much. I had a webpage on my home, our weddings, how to grow gardens and I connected them all. My favorite was my genealogy and every page had "midi" music. I think I had about 25+ subjects and each with one or three pages long.</span></div><div><br></div><div>I was asked by dozens of people to set pages online for them. I was busy selling Automobile Emblems on EBay. I was the "Emblem Queen" after aquiring the largest known collection of emblems, hub nuts, and scripts in the world. I still have too much left over. It was so fun! I was a seller and even made my own page to sell my goodies.</div><div><br></div><div>It was interesting on EBay! You could actually SEE the bidding going-up as you watched the computer monitor. No sniping back then.</div><div><br></div><div>I made so many web pages for my friend's start-up companies and even for a pest company my husband was working at part time. If I couldn't find a picture I needed, I hand drew it (basically) on my <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">art program. I even made the company's logo. Work.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I always got this same let-down. "Looks like we can manage." "We are looking for something a little more fun, business-like, or less wordy" I was often told that I could have a commission of anything that the company or my friends' sold. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I put my heart into every page I created and my husband's company outright stole my page. Something to do with him working for them. Okay, I learned a lot and I did a great job.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">The others would change their page a bit here and there. So the website (they said) wasn't really my project anymore.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> I wasn't through because I felt it was my new hobby. I taught HTML for fun. Ugh! There was no change with everyone and I was still doing all the work. All anyone really wanted was a website and not learning how to put one up on the Internet.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Lately, I</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">'ve missed so many events. I really need to go back and fill-in my blank weeks of blogging zero. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I know this whole blog post sounds like bragging. Now, I'm just learning to blog on my phone. I hated trying to learn "Flash Scripts" barely managed "Cascading Style Scripts." I still feel new(bie) I've always disliked that term. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0R0ivGakEyNNWwQqxYYYwJkbKpHSA1sgdbThem5rPPODXuVxrQqYj4FUCcUFDxOgDeqFfntgK6_EDUv8EjZxavfLe78w-dpnINFmlVTE5SA1UscMsoKCoEzfmnJ69WFpagJY6zkKp_4h/s640/blogger-image-467822035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0R0ivGakEyNNWwQqxYYYwJkbKpHSA1sgdbThem5rPPODXuVxrQqYj4FUCcUFDxOgDeqFfntgK6_EDUv8EjZxavfLe78w-dpnINFmlVTE5SA1UscMsoKCoEzfmnJ69WFpagJY6zkKp_4h/s640/blogger-image-467822035.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My brick-wall at blogging is that I'm needing new glasses and huge adjustments to my eyes. I hate typing; it makes me look like I'm crying with tears included. I have a handkerchief and Tylenol at my side.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqPdtreAt7ZwdqBPdozY4gVwHqYzulIP5maKsvhCIpQ4T1fUfEL-gTo3WoXOq9FDbsoeZewcFOjfORkAytf77Uyw-5dM-EG9KWFg-LfxGqQpU0rNvypVkjWcsGCIuzufgZdksBeRP-QNq/s640/blogger-image-1366058041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqPdtreAt7ZwdqBPdozY4gVwHqYzulIP5maKsvhCIpQ4T1fUfEL-gTo3WoXOq9FDbsoeZewcFOjfORkAytf77Uyw-5dM-EG9KWFg-LfxGqQpU0rNvypVkjWcsGCIuzufgZdksBeRP-QNq/s640/blogger-image-1366058041.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I suppose I should've gotten glasses for my birthday. I adore my bright red Kitchen Aid with attachments! And goodies that never expected. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8sdymO5K2o0oSmcUqyvhW9iqKPFo3pVmPf2dtU_wQikw38MwJbW-7UswFaX3eIr7_IxJV71Ltdt4lPL3DMp1fsKkLJsjO5Vglf8scrvKE84JPBr_3tznjEGjuIVxpWH8HK3Ve8h77Sjb5/s640/blogger-image--195229980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8sdymO5K2o0oSmcUqyvhW9iqKPFo3pVmPf2dtU_wQikw38MwJbW-7UswFaX3eIr7_IxJV71Ltdt4lPL3DMp1fsKkLJsjO5Vglf8scrvKE84JPBr_3tznjEGjuIVxpWH8HK3Ve8h77Sjb5/s640/blogger-image--195229980.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My silver Young Woman's with a ruby? I did earn it, but never expected to have one. I'm so blessed. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What do I need to remember about my birthday? Don't try and carry more than you need. Make more trips back and retrieve your presents because falling-out of a 4-wheel Toyota FJ can take all the fun out of playthings. Yes I did. I fell out on the driveway and knocked myself out.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzU8vf6eNvhuA77QQkD5CWx2sUUJZju7QNzOoMvnNC3g2hdQdmujbtqmYaO7dVHqABXk8UJDjk29IER2jmTHFg5UUmD21JVsFRSHeaFwmsLYBCKSSiRyGQxM4ehL3zIi-d0H6oV3DK1TWs/s640/blogger-image-1414821852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzU8vf6eNvhuA77QQkD5CWx2sUUJZju7QNzOoMvnNC3g2hdQdmujbtqmYaO7dVHqABXk8UJDjk29IER2jmTHFg5UUmD21JVsFRSHeaFwmsLYBCKSSiRyGQxM4ehL3zIi-d0H6oV3DK1TWs/s640/blogger-image-1414821852.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Pause. I hold my silver, charm-necklace between my pointer-finger and thumb; thinking. It's not the charm, it's what I learned, what I did, and happiness I felt when I chose to do right. The right things were easy and hard. I think the really hard ones like studying the Scriptures every single day throughout this year started-out hard, but became easy like I missed my day without study, I couldn't NOT do it. I really missed the feelings of having that extra strength in my day. I really love learning the Gospel and love the Primary and my challenges I have there and I also love the Young Women's Programs; I still follow.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Maybe a sideways look toward the mixer... and I have the same feeling. It's not the cookies I make for me. Oh No! It's the little ones with me and watching my grandchildren and children after baking! I love to cook for them and WITH them as much as seeing them eating Gingerbread men, cookies, and Divinity. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The homemade bread is for Steve and Primary treats are a joy. We'll both be eating healthier with the slicer/dicer attachments. It's about doing, giving, and learning and making memories to blog.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Yep, I want to say, "I remember that." HTML wasn't for money, it was to get to this place of a journal about family. I would have never jumped right into blogging without some HTML knowledge. I'm feeling really blessed and it's not going away.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9SEHVltRkzKs6rMLkvPTkjLzhYhctuD4ThvCglD1Hl9SgPRWxxSA8hFwN-CaP0gtXn-qbNv9TCZMN8rV8FiXAW1lQ8l3-Qetgamps3lFH9i98BQnoOfYznhznkaBrdQV1D6Mv-xTNhfcq/s640/blogger-image-1623333168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9SEHVltRkzKs6rMLkvPTkjLzhYhctuD4ThvCglD1Hl9SgPRWxxSA8hFwN-CaP0gtXn-qbNv9TCZMN8rV8FiXAW1lQ8l3-Qetgamps3lFH9i98BQnoOfYznhznkaBrdQV1D6Mv-xTNhfcq/s640/blogger-image-1623333168.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832151316179864178.post-35007624940531271182014-09-02T18:00:00.000-07:002015-12-07T14:46:51.699-08:00Happy? Yah, I Am!Oh, not the song but it is my ringtone on my phone. I know so many young adults are tired of it. I don't watch any TV or listen to music radio so I haven't heard it as many times as others.<div><br><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rsUHza2Uovxd5vcRDB6r5EZ4qL7O62jyyrhXjQ-QFk-WJoAjLssziO89GOK70qsnmObM2_sUC20dZnTj9pQLaV_U9TglOWBTd5Thlxu3J2V8uJkMQws4J3XFb-yAQkQs3Ppn6uMHMjTi/s640/blogger-image--1500289538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rsUHza2Uovxd5vcRDB6r5EZ4qL7O62jyyrhXjQ-QFk-WJoAjLssziO89GOK70qsnmObM2_sUC20dZnTj9pQLaV_U9TglOWBTd5Thlxu3J2V8uJkMQws4J3XFb-yAQkQs3Ppn6uMHMjTi/s640/blogger-image--1500289538.jpg"></a></div><br>
I'm happy because I'm still alive and here to appreciate my family, my dear home, and I'm able to still move around. I'd love to move a bit faster, not have three surgeries ahead of me. Yeah, I'm in need of some fixin'. That's actually okay because I will be fixed and I've been through it before and I'm sure I can handle it all. I'm not lucky, I'm blessed.<br>
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The crazy never stops here! Lots of changes are going on and I'm so excited that my grand daughter Hannah bought Kiely's dairy goats and is going to show them with her steer at the Fair in just two months. She has so much work ahead of her.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF8ORJ_6zBU1JbFjqlnLSDa4bXcOqWfBN-dlJprAGYGJKTmRy9GV7WTLguZqLUnCHPyuKaQMkgOyB7K90r9rbAXzEwLTjYvFjp9Ec6AcQDOCSGFxWvP1IzVGIX2Vv3F1mMXxZqwZfQshi_/s640/blogger-image--134322502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF8ORJ_6zBU1JbFjqlnLSDa4bXcOqWfBN-dlJprAGYGJKTmRy9GV7WTLguZqLUnCHPyuKaQMkgOyB7K90r9rbAXzEwLTjYvFjp9Ec6AcQDOCSGFxWvP1IzVGIX2Vv3F1mMXxZqwZfQshi_/s640/blogger-image--134322502.jpg"></a></div><br>
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My neighbor/older grand children are showing their pigs and it seems natural to have the pigs back here again on the ranch. They aren't as cute as the pictures on the Internet. They really have the beady eyes and really long snout. But they sure are pink and like the mud. That little muddy-place is going to get better with the in-ground pipe placed under the "lickit" automatic waterer. Pigs are so smart they figure they'll just let the water fall-out of their mouth to make puddles.<br>
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Sports are over for all the grandchildren, but not really. Our Eirely is still doing Jujitsu and Tanner is loving his rowing team again this year and thankfully he hasn't broken his arm again. Beach people ride bikes everywhere. Visitors that have cars are sometimes reckless when they get in a place they don't know and made a u-turn and hit Tanner just when the rowing season had begun. Ventura will be hosting a five mile rowing event Saturday, out in the open water. The Ventura Pier I think, is five miles round-trip.<br>
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I know that summer will end soon; it always does. I think it's because so much is crammed into a couple months. The grandchildren get out of school later than before and then school starts right after Fair, so it's really almost a month that's been swiped-out from under them.<br>
<br>I can remember wanting school to start and looking forward to the Fall, East Wind (I can't believe I wrote that) and also I looked forward to the Fair. It was in October and we were released to go to the Fair if we had projects. The 4-H horse show was a week before the regular fair and I was given a release and it just continued on for the regular Fair. We were there the day before Fair opened, but after the last Sunday, we were dead tired and went back to school.<br>
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Fair was hard but we weren't given a bunch homework to do at Fair and we had no making-up days because the teacher knew we had done tons of reports, memorizing, thank you cards, gifts to give, and generally having a few really stressful days at the Fair. I think and I'm just assuming all the participants were a lot like I was, too busy to go out to ride the rides. I did always walk around the buildings and look at the Ag. Building, Youth Building (I always had a project entered there, too) and the Commercial and Arts Buildings. No one seemed to go the carnival part. Fair in October was wonderful because it truly represented harvest time. It was Fall.<br>
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I looked forward to standing in line and receiving my check from the buyer that Sunday before we left for home. I could buy a few school clothes. And yep, I lost about 5-10 pounds every year at The Ventura County Fair. I know that sounds incredible with the fattening food, they had, even back then. We brought our own because that's very last thing I wanted was to be sick in the show-ring.<br>
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I'm going to believe that happy is the way all of my family feels when the shows are over and the stalls are cleaned-out. I know there will be tears. The pigs are so lovable at the end of the year, believe it or not and there's no way a kid can't go off without being sad leaving their steer, sheep, or goat behind. The happy part is always the burden-lifted of caring for the animal as best as you're able. It's a huge job.<br>
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I'm just taking pictures and yakking about the judges ... as grandma's do and hoping those big aluminum seats aren't as hard to sit-on as they were last year. I'm taking a pillow and that'll make me happy.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0