tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54207822012-02-13T06:18:32.257-06:00tankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06395079647940106635noreply@blogger.comBlogger3951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420782.post-46253310943674682082012-02-13T06:10:00.002-06:002012-02-13T06:18:32.270-06:00

Today is supposedly the day - maybe. The floors are supposed to go in. All the prep work has been done which included making sure everything is mostly clean and level, and it included the laying down and securing of plywood over the old floor surface. That will help the floor to not creak and groan so much, plus they need a very even and clean surface for the linoleum. They also have had to keep

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Got some stuff accomplished today. Firstly, I got my mailbox put up.And also I got the house numbers on the house.Yup. I know you're proud of my accomplishments.

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Another day, another SURPRISE, no one is perfect! If only most people weren't willfully so. Willfully not perfect. Whose will? Is it William or Bill? I'll tell you what I think. I mean, I would tell you if I ever had any thoughts. Right now I'm thinking about the chocolate covered strawberries that are in the fridge at work. I'm also thinking about how I need to do some situps. And now

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MAILBOX!!! I built it myself - aren't you proud? Okay, so all that means is I put in the 7 bolts and that I put the stickers on the front. I'm gonna set my change of address date for March 1. That doesn't mean I'll be moved by then or even that I'll START moving by then, but my new mailbox will be up, and I can start getting my mail at 408 North Sycamore Street! Actually, I probably will be

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I borrowed this book from my boss's office. "Bangkok Haunts" (2007) written by John Burdett is a who-dun-it mystery that is most definitely like none I've ever read. Basically a prostitute has been murdered, and we follow the police detective on the case in Bangkok. I have been to that city, so that helped me enjoy this book more. I'm glad I didn't read this book before I went 'cause it's a

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You never know when it's the last time that you see your friend.Cats aren't friends.Yes, they are.No, they're not.Cats are MY friends; leave me alone.So there.Sigh. SIGH. Looks like Grey's Anatomy should be a fun one this week. I've got a meeting tonight. And a meeting tomorrow night. Meetings, meetings. I hope you're having a good week.

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Well, a tad more progress has been made. I picked out a stove for the living room.It'll go in the spot where the valve is sticking out of the wall.Yup. Of course the floor has to go in first. But first they have to finish with the sheet rock in the bathroom. Then comes the installation of the bathtub and sink, which also includes the kitchen sink. Then comes putting down plywood in preparation

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Sigh. This has simply not been the best week. I mean, there haven't been any extreme disasters unless you count the fact that one of my cats has been MIA for three days now. That's kinda sad and troublesome. But mostly I reckon the trouble with this week is just my attitude. I have to also admit that it's been made worse by my big mouth. I'd tell you more, but I really can't, plus I gotta get

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"Images of America: Pilot Point" by Jay Melugin was published in 2009. Our copy is autographed to my mom with best wishes from the author. Pilot Point is about a an hour drive away from here to the southeast. I'm part of a small group of horsey riders that sometimes MeetUp there to ride around the town or at the nearby Lake Ray Roberts. Our main dive is Lowbrows on the square. Bob is always a

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What can you do? They say "not much", but I think the least you can do is get out there and vote. You can banter back and forth on the facebook, but all that gets you in is TROUBLE. So I shall make my endoresement here, where it's almost sort of safe. Not that I'm afraid to admit who I support, although it's not the popular candidate. I have found, though, that supporting the unpopular

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Greetings, fellow traveler. I hope your weekend went well. Mine was mostly filled with housework and with real work, and there was a basketball game thrown into the mix. My team played a much more competitive game this time around. The Blue Bombers - that is what they call themselves. I should try taking a picture at next week's game. That's a good idea. We checked on the house last night.

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"Whispers from the Maple on the Hill: Life During the Depression and World War II in Southeast Missouri" is an autobiography by Harvey D. Shell and was published in 2009. The book came from my office - can't tell you why it was there. It was an alright book. It got better a little later on when he was telling his own stories instead of ones about his family history. I thought an interesting part

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Wow, both of the horses in this picture from October 2004 are dead now. Tobey, the one in front, died a couple of days ago. Stix, the grey one, died a couple years ago. Both horses belonged to Rita, the one riding Stix in the picture. My dad is riding Tobey. I rode Tobey at least once. It was in Roston, I'm pretty sure. I'm not sure why horses have to die. They're so loyal and faithful and true..

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Fort Worth Stock Show Rodeo Parade 2012 = OVER.I think it went pretty well, myself. My horse was quite nervous, but that was expected. Really the only hitch was when he shook his bridle off while we were going over the Trinity River bridge. There was a flash of a moment when I pictured him galloping through the crowds all the way back to Muenster, but I was able to rein him in and fix the

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And then they were clean. What a wonderful invention is the carwash! But in picture one, you see that round-ish thing on the ground? That's ice from out of Apache's feed pot. Brr! It was in the 50s at bath time. Everyone was calm and well-behaved, and I'm pretty sure we'll be ready for our 7am departure. We have our Coggins papers, our release papers, our directions, our tack, our white

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Cuteness. You have to admit it. They are monsters underneath. They are the reason that I don't get enough sleep. Still cute.Alright, so we're still on track for the fun tomorrow. It's too cold for fun, says me. So apparently I've been missing some important information due to my break from the facebook. Don't worry - I'll be back soon. Anyway, the info I am referring to is the new movie that's

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Who doesn't love a parade? Okay, who DOES love a parade anymore? Sometimes I think they're a bit out-dated. I mean, watching a parade on TV, that's not so bad, but who wants to battle the crowds and be cold for hours? And being in the parade, well, that's even more insane. You've got thousands of people watching your every move LIVE. YOU are the entertainment, and worse, you don't get paid a

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House stuff. The plumbing is happening. We also picked out a flooring yesterday, but we're still a month or so away from getting that installed. But to show a little progress, the kitchen has gone from this:to this:and is now at this point:Yeah, I know, taking the old pipes out isn't too impressive. And also not impressive is the ripping out of the old cabinets, which weren't even that bad. And I

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Of course you remember the Big Storm of 2011. It happened in June, and it seemed like it just picked our town to pounce on. The most incredible part of the so-called micro burst was all the downing of many trees in the area. We lost this one at the rent house:You can't really tell how big of a root ball that is, but it was a couple inches taller than me. I'm still not sure how the tree finally

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More house talk is going on. I dunno. It must mean something. Perhaps we'll pick out the flooring and get that lined up this week, although I'm not exactly sure why 'cause it still seems that we're months away from being ready for the new floor.My car was in the shop yesterday. Again. For the same problem. Occasionally it will just die on me. It makes it hard to do the quick get-aways

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I got to eat my final meal of the old year at this table. My uncle's house was way above and beyond what I was expecting. I knew they'd worked on it for a couple years, and I'd seen all the pictures of it, but I was quite blown away by how beautiful it is. Mom noticed first that in the room they call the "hearth room", they have the same chair and ottoman that I bought for my new place. That's

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So I did play golf yesterday. It was an ugly round. I also took the day off. I need months off, but a day with a weekend will have to do. We went to see "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo". In a way, I don't like to admit how much I like it 'cause it's VERY R-rated. I was sad to see a boy of about 12 in the theater with his mother. WAAAY too young for it, says me. But, yeah, I really liked the

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Greetings. I grow weary, but I press on. I admit to being jealous of those who get Christmas breaks. Ah, yes, I did have two days, but the lucky ones are still off this week. I'm not sure what I'd do with a break. I think of golf sometimes, but I've lost so much flexibility that I prolly can't hit the ball 100 yards. I think of the horses, too, but I don't really want to ride them. They don't

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So today is dad's birthday, and this here deer was his present from me. He killed it with just one shot. Maybe I'll try it out, too. I remember shooting at 3-D targets a long time ago back in the 4-H days. We went to an actual 3-D shoot, where you walk down a wooded trail with your bow and arrows, and then you shoot at the targets from the designated distances when you come to them. I didn't know

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I'll be home for Christmas......if only in my dreams.This picture shows the living room, looking out from the bedroom. I'm not sure what those cables are gonna be for. That window is where the water cooler and later the AC used to be, so the plaster and wood under the window was damaged from the water over the years. Yeah, I took this picture 'bout 2 weeks ago when I took the last picture, but

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A birthday post. Yes, it's true, I'm 30 years old today. It's not so bad. I have to go to work just like every other day, but it helps that my co-worker happens to have the same birthday day. It takes some of the torture attention away from me. I got plenty of birthday attention when I turned 14, and this video is proof of that. So this is my birthday present to those of you who had something to

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Muenster Christmas Parade 1992Yes, 1992, we have quite a few home videos from that year. It was around that time that we won a really nice camcorder at the church picnic. We never would have bought one at the time. Those suckers were expensive back then! But anyway, we had one, and we used it. So here I am as part of the Emerald Riders 4-H Club along with Rachel and Bo and Gina...and Honeycomb

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Did you see me in that video from yesterday? I'm the one just to the right of the clock, and I have the extremely blond hair. Children's choir was the bomb. Well, it was mostly only great 'cause me and Cousin Gina were in charge of making the lemonade every Wednesday before practice, and we could make it as strong as we wanted, and then we always drank extra, so we'd be riding on a sugar high.

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Proclaim the Joyful Message - November 29, 1992

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Most folks don't have a clue what's going on with the redistricting here in Texas. It's slightly out of hand. Except, I guess this is just the way it's always been done? You see, the republicans hold the Texas house and senate, but the maps for the voting districts of the senate and house have to also go through the judicial system...somehow. Anyway, some judges (who just happen to be democrats)

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Hello outside world! After an Extreme Day of Working yesterday, it feels like it's been ages since I've had any contact with you. Actually, it feels kinda awkward...like I haven't talked to you in so long that I'm not sure at all how to act or what to say. Soo...the picture for today. It comes from the rent house in the kitchen. It was hiding behind the vent-a-hood which the workers pulled out on

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What do you think of my new bedroom? Yeah... The house is at that point where everything is...everywhere. But at least they've started on it. They pulled the ceiling down, and that's why there's junk all over the floor. I'm sure it'll take longer to put a new one up than it took for the old one to come down. But I'm less concerned about aesthetic things like the ceiling and walls and am more

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"Sharia Law for Non-Muslims" (2010) by the Center for the Study of Political Islam is a very short (47-page) book explaining Sharia Law and how it affects us, the Kafirs, a/k/a the unbelievers. It tells about how Islam is a political system as well as a religion. I don't think any of it was new material for me, and there were a couple points that I didn't find to be, well, true. On Page 8 was the

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"All Aboard for America's Mountain: The Manitou and Pike's Peak Railway", written by Claude Wiatrowski, was published in 2007. It's just 64 pages about the history of the cog railway. Mom bought it the last time we were there which was......October 2008. That's mom and dad on the right in the picture. It was my first time to go up the mountain by train, but I'd been up at least once before by car

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Whoopie, I finally finished this book!! I got this book in Denton about a year ago with the gift card that Prairie gave me. I learned a ton of new stuff, but I also didn't retain most of it, I can tell ya that for sure. I chose this book because it's kinda embarrassing when the truth comes out that I've been pretty clueless about guns. I mean, I come from a very 2nd Amendment-friendly, gun-owning

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I told them at work that next year I'm gonna save all my vacation time 'til the end of the year. That way, when all of this end-of-the-year closing stuff comes in, I can RUN AWAY!! You don't think I would do that? Oh, yeah, I think I would and SHOULD. So I guess I'll be spending some time at the office this weekend, but that's alright. It keeps me outta trouble. Plus it's gonna be cold and rainy.

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Yup, we did go camping last weekend. We got there on Thanksgiving Day (Thursday) and stayed 'til Saturday afternoon. Our traditional thing when going to Lake Texoma is to stop for fried chicken on the way out. Well, turns out that there are no fried chicken joints open on Turkey Day! We were about to lose hope, but then we saw that the Golden Chick in Whitesboro was open. But when we walked

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ESCAPE! We're about to head out to Lake Texoma for a day or two of camping. No pies, no dressing, no cranberry sauce, no sweet potatoes or green bean casserole. I did get some sliced turkey for sandwiches just to be cute. Based on our photo history, it looks like we haven't camped at Big Mineral since November 2008. It was cold then, and I expect it will be a little chilly now, but we've got the

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The subject today is, if someone was going to play the part of you in a biographical movie, who would the actor/actress be? My initial response was......John Wayne, of course! I mean, he's always the hero of the story, and even when he plays a drunk or a broken-down old man, he still comes out on top. And why shouldn't he play me since I've been trying to play him most of my youthful life. I

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What a fun group of ladies! I'll try to give you a brief summary of the TFRW bi-annual convention, but it was a very busy weekend. This picture was taken on Saturday. We had 12 delagates and 1 alternate from Cooke County. I guess there were about 30 ladies there from Senate District 30, and I think there were over 700 ladies attending the convention. I don't think I saw anyone who was

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It's convention time in Texas. This is my first one with the Republican Women. I dunno what else I can say about it since it hasn't happened yet and I'm not sure what to expect.It seems that nothing has happened at the house these last two weeks. It is a little discouraging. If everyone got after the projects that need doing and even took weekends off, I think it'd be finished in 3 weeks. But the

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Pop and I went to the rededication ceremony for our Cooke County courthouse in Gainesville yesterday. The building was built just about 100 years ago, and it just went through a total restoration over the past couple years. I care because I spend quite a bit of time there doing research. I wouldn't have to spend as much time there if they were up to date and had everything on computers, but maybe

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I went furniture shopping on Thursday, and I ended up getting pretty much everything I need for the new house. I'm still desk shopping, but that can wait a little. First I found this couch. It's a reddish faux leather with a corner piece.I could have gotten the matching love seat that goes with these two, but I decided instead to get a big chair with an ottoman. I think it works with the other

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The story of my first time to work an election began with a phone call from the county clerk and ended with a phone call from the county judge. It began months ago when I agreed to be the election judge for the precinct. I had a training session on how to run the poll book computer, and I spent an evening studying the laws and rules. I felt mostly ready but still quite nervous. I picked up my

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I think this picture is from 1988. It's me and my grandparents, Mildred & Henry (mom's parents), and we're fishing at Lake Texoma at the Fobb Bottom camping area. It's a little too cold for that now, but I don't think I got in a lake at all this summer. With the draught, they kept talking about the bacteria or algae being dangerous for one's health, so everyone stayed away. Just a fun picture.So,

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Mission accomplished - the garage is now clean. And in a couple hours we'll have this mess unloaded and out of our lives. Perhaps after the dumping we can go to the Home Depot and do some shopping. Out with the old and in with the new and more expensive. Eh, I guess that's kinda how it works. Things don't last forever.So, someone needs to keep reminding me to take care of my election judge

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The inside of the house is...not quite started. I think it will be another week before the carpenter starts doing his thing - mainly fixing the floor in the bathroom, taking out some cabinets to prepare for installation of a shower and maybe fixing the kitchen cabinet doors so that they'll actually close. You can't really see it in this picture (lucky you), but there's a gaping hole behind the

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And the outside is finished! The plumber is coming for his first look this evening, and mom is supposed to talk to the carpenter, so things are still moving along. And I picked up 6 buckets of rocks out of the backyard yesterday. The yard is pretty much sold rock a couple of inches below the soil, and when that giant tree fell down in the big storm, it pulled up a lot of mower-blade-dulling rocks

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More rent house news - this floor furnace is no longer there. However, the hole is still there for now, but that will get fixed when the floor gets done. The painters did quite a bit yesterday, and I expect they'll get the trim painted today. That'll require some pictures, no doubt. I hope they get it done today 'cause it might rain again tomorrow. I need to harrass my plumber again.

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Perhaps instead of Reformation Day, they should call it Repentance Day.I dunno if I have any original thoughts to contribute on the subject.I do think it's worth mentioning that indulgences still exist. A trip to Heaven can no longer be purchased with money or land, but it can still be, according the Roman Catholic Church, obtained by speaking the right words, spending the right about of time,

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I'm sure you know why - chicken thigh! But seriously folks, isn't my aunt Kathy quite creative? She accidentally injured this chicken during the decorating process, but she figured out how to incorporate it into her decor. Well, we made it to another Sunday. The 31st Sunday in Ordinary Time. Less than a month 'til the advent of Advent. Yesterday was such a pretty day. We went on an outing to the

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As ye kin see, I dun changed my layout hereabouts. The whole point was to fix this lil problem I have when I try to put my link onto the facebook...I get lines of code gobbly-dee-gook. However, the plan failed, and now I have a new layout with nothing to show for it but...a new layout. And I don't know squat about css styles, gidgets and what-not, so I'll either have to learn or switch back. I'll

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This is what has been hiding under the siding on the rent house. Mom called it "slat lock", I think. I think it looks very cool, but there must be a reason why they covered it up in the first place. We're not replacing the cement siding, but this little area was exposed when they had to cut the door-hole bigger for the new door. No Soliciting - ha ha ha! That sign has been there since I was

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Even with the chance of rain, the Silmon brothers got some paint on the house yesterday. Today will likely be a washout, but that's okay. In this picture, they were trying to figure out what to do about the edges because the old metal corner pieces couldn't be repaired. They ended up finishing all the edges with boards. I'll show you that eventually, I'm sure. I can't believe it hasn't even

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Yesterday's projects included the installation of a new front door and the new electrical box, which means #1 that they didn't get the painting started yet because of the door project, and #2 that it's time for me to call the electrical company to get that last utility put in my name. I guess I also need to start harassing the plumber to see when he can get started. 1935 is the year that the

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Oh, I forgot to tell you that we did find some hay to buy, and we took care of that on Saturday. We have 6 round bales of 85%* coastal grass. It's a load off my mind, even though it took way more than a paycheck to get it done.*I'm still not sure what the extra 15% is in those bales. 0_0I found these lovely coasters in the rent house. "Buschhh!... With a taste as smooth as its name." The trouble

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Well, it turned out to be a pretty productive weekend. We didn't clean out the garage after all, but we did the shed instead and took a load to the transfer station. It was 1.15 tons. A pretty good workout, I'd say. Then yesterday we talked to the painters/carpenters, and they're going to start work TODAY. But first we had to clean up all the hackberry trees along the house so that the workers

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Mom said not to post any before pictures until we have some after ones to put with 'em, but I thought I'd do this one of the garage. We'll be cleaning it out tomorrow. That's the plan, at least. That's my old bicycle there in front. It's not really trash, but it hasn't been used in years because I bent the front wheel by jumping too many curbs. So, the house is in pretty rough shape, which we

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The trail ride at Era went really well, but it's already Wednesday, so I guess it's time to start thinking about the next weekend on the agenda. Momma said not to live for the weekends, but I'm pretty sure she had to be kidding. I don't look so happy in this picture. There's really nothing on the agenda for this weekend, so I reckon we'll finally start doing some work at the rent house. It should

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Wordless Wednesdays - who needs THAT? Ma Hoyt does wordless Sundays, but she doesn't use words to say that the post is wordless. That's the way it ought to be. But I'm not going wordless. Not today, anyway. I post this picture (from 2001) 'cause the hay situation is not solved. We've gotten a little rain in the last few days, but it's too late in the season for it to make the grass grow enough to

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We went to see Courageous on Sunday.It was a tear-fest, but you kinda just ought to see it despite the torture it provides. What a ministry that Sherwood church has with its movie making! It kinda makes you wonder where the outreach section is in your own church.Hey, how about those Rangers?! They sure do get the old heart rate up, though. Baseball makes opportunities for heroes more than

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The Psalm 119 Conference gave me a lot to think about. It was extremely cool to see Todd Friel live and in person. I've been listening to the Wretched radio show for many years, all the way back to when it was still called Way of the Master. It used to be on local radio, but I think someone must've said something to offend someone else 'cause they haven't been on there in at least 5 years. So

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I stole this image from Ma Hoyt. I don't think she'll mind. I needed a prism example 'cause I've been pondering a sermon that I heard. The basic idea was that Jesus is the prism and that He makes us look beautiful like a rainbow. And I disagree. The trouble with that idea is that it logically follows that the light would have to be coming from us, and that's just not how it works. Christ is the

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Funeral today. My great-aunt Girlie, my mom's mom's sister, died on Saturday at the age of 90. She was born April 16, 1921, in Muenster to Henry John and Louise Mary (Binz) Wiesman. She was the oldest of four girls. They are all in this picture from my folks' wedding in 1981. Left to right is Evelyn (and husband Tony Koesler), Henrietta (and husband Mel Fisch), Frances "Girlie" (and husband

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Yup. It's not so good. Dry dry dry. Mom's taking today off just to fix someone else's fence so that we can stick the horses in there for awhile so they can get some grazing. There's no hay to buy unless you pay triple or more to have it hauled in from Kansas or beyond. Grandpa has already sold some cattle, and he has two more loads planned in the next few weeks. We're still in water use

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Mmm, cake for breakfast. It always seems like a good idea, but then it just doesn't sit right. I had spaghetti for breakfast yesterday. I used to do the poptart for breakfast thing, but I guess I got burned out on that. I need a breakfast food that I can count on - something quick and simple, yet something that gives me hope that it's gonna be a good day. I guess that's asking way too much from a

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I went on the Murray County's 4-H trail ride in Oklahoma yesterday. It was in the Arbuckle Mountains. At first I thought it was cruel and unusual to ride the horses over that many rocks, and several of them were barefoot including Ranger, but it really did not seem to bother them. The hard part was keeping their balance on the uneven ground. But it was a pretty good ride, and the story of the day

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BTW, does anyone wanna go to the conference with me? Starts at noon on Friday, October 8, and goes to 4:00pm on Saturday, October 9, in Keller.Just thought I'd ask. Anyhow. We went to the Henrietta rodeo last night, and it was totally and completely rained out. I've never seen such a thing. Well, maybe I have, but I had certainly forgotten what that much rain can look like. We sat in the car

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Here's another picture from the old house, this time in the backyard. This is a slow weekend so far. I went to the high school football game last night. It was raining a little bit. My school won, 25-0. We might go to a rodeo this evening, and tomorrow my cousin's kid is having a little birthday party in the park. I guess that's plenty exciting to keep it interesting. Yeah. I guess I'd better

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Happy ides of September. I just saw that a movie called "The Ides of March" is coming out this month. Umm...yeah. It was rated R. But it looks pretty good. George Clooney - can't go wrong there. Free advertisement.So it's the ides, the 15th. This is only significant because the almost former resident of Dad's rent house was either going to be moved out by this 15th or by October 15. I haven't

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It's hard to believe that I used to babysit for these kiddos. Cousin Andrew got hitched on Saturday, and the other one in the picture is his sister, Cousin Stacie. It was a nice wedding and a pretty swell party. He found a pretty good gal, too. Poor cousin Andrew, though. He's the only male child of the Yosten clan that got the Yosten name, so he's got a lotta baby-making to do ;) Which reminds

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Another day, still behind, still trying to catch up as if there was actually hope of accomplishing it. But that's a terrible way to begin a post. Things are fine, really. After an informal vote yesterday, it may be true that Rumpy's makes the best pizza in Cooke County. We may need more than three voters to be sure. Speaking of voting, I gotta learn how to be an election judge. I think that's

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Tomorrow it will be 15 years since we adopted Apache back in 1996. Here is the news broadcast from Friday, June 21, 1996, which was the first time we heard about the situation. Sorry about the audio; that's how it was recorded on the ol' VHS. Apache, of course, is the paint horse. The gray horse is Star (fka Allie), Prairie's horse. This was the second newscast on Monday, June 24, 1996. And

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Good OLD Honey. I've been feeding her this weekend. She might be older than I am, and that's OLD for a horse. It's old for me, too. But I'm supposed to stop talking about everyone being so old. And fat. Old and fat. But Honey's not really fat. She's fat for an old lady. I just can't stop myself! It's a theme. But like the feller at the concert last night said, "Is it my pants that are the wrong

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Last night at the rodeo in Denton we got to see Fred Whitfield! What a treat! And Babe's was totally wonderful, too. Yeah!

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BABE'S!!! Today is the DAAAYY!! If you've never been to Babe's, let me explain to you how it works. It used to be that you had three chicken choices - chicken tenders, fried chicken, or smoked chicken. They offer a few more things now, but I'm not sure why. Anyway, you pick your type of chicken, and your drink, and the decisions are finished! They bring your chicken along with big bowls of the

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Isn't this cute? Okay, the answer is yes. I admit it. And isn't Ranger such a gentleman? Mmm, sometimes. Welp, it looks like a busy weekend coming up. I will tell you about it. This evening I'm supposed to help get the Republican Women's yearbook ready for the printers. Tomorrow I'm planning to visit Babe's for some chicken-y goodness. Then me and ma are goin' to the rodeo in Denton 'cause we

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Sometimes I get jealous of convenience store workers. I see travelers coming through town and fueling up, and it makes the world look a little bigger. It makes me want to ask them where they're going and where they've been. People who are traveling usually have hope that the place that they're going to is better than the place where they've been. Isn't that why we keep moving? Hope? Anyway,

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There it is. My only proof. Yesterday I aced the 4th hole at Turtle Hill from the white tees with an 8 iron from about 150 yards. I hit it and thought, "Oh, I hit that way too hard." Then it bounced in front of the stick, and I thought, "Hey, that may end up pretty good...wait, that's looking REALLY good...wait...it's...in...what?" Who says it's too hot to be playing golf? That's just silly talk.

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Blast. I keep finding more things that crazy storm did. I like to go out on this dock from time to time, but it's gonna be a bit more difficult now. My favorite was the fact that B (the dog) was always too scared to walk on the ramp, so he'd swim all the way around the dock trying to get on. He was getting a little smarter about it. Another thing that the storm did that caught me by surprise the

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Aren't goats fun? Maybe? In about three hours, if all goes as planned, I should be watching the Harry Potter movie! Exciting. I'm not sure why, but it's just exciting. Alright, I guess I'd better get some of this paperwork done. Wish I had something to say to make your visit here more worth-while, but I can't think of anything. Next weekend is the Madill rodeo and the following weekend will be

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That's me again. Robert took this picture. I should make sure I ride a horse this weekend, too. I have plans to go see Harry Potter in the morning with mom, but I don't have much else planned. I might go in to work some. It needs to be done. I just need a couple more typing slaves. But apparently we're ordering lunch in today, so that'll be nice. If I can convince my tired hands to grasp the food

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Looks kinda lika a post card, yes? I took, or maybe FDLCW took, this picture back in December 2005 in Maine. I been looking for those maine pictures for awhile now...okay, since the beginning of this month when I realized it was the same lighthouse, but it's kinda hard to find digital things sometimes. I actually was looking for the remote to the air conditioner in a livingroom drawer when I

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Seems kinda odd to drive in the direction of the Big City to go camping, but we do it occasionally. Usually the reason involves indoor plumbing, water access and electricity, but we have none of those out on R.C.'s ridge. It's a hay field overlooking the north end of Lake Lewisville, just south of 380 in Little Elm. He's been anxious to get us out there this summer because he's about to lose

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The Bowie rodeo weekend was quite the success...for us at least. The contestants had quite a time of it. There were at least two broken necks - one pretty grey horse and one 72 year-old man. But the man is still alive as far as I know. Then there was a barrel racer whose saddle broke on turn 2, and she bit the dirt pretty hard. Two came off during the pantie race. Oh, and at the very beginning on

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This is the tree that went down at our rent house. It's a big one, for sure. Dad's still working on getting all of it hauled off. You know, I listen to a lot of talk radio. It's true, I do. And I was thinking yesterday about how my image of the sort of person who listens to such things has changed quite a bit. I used to picture a lone male, at least 55 years old, paranoid, not too smart... But

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So, yeah, the power went out on Saturday around 7:15pm, just before the storm hit, and it stayed out until the following evening at about 9:30pm. The church and community center had power, as did quite a few of the businesses and folks to the north and east. The crews worked very hard at getting us back up and running, and yesterday I heard that they have similar problems down in Tarrant County.

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I think dad had way too much fun throwing bricks off the roof. It does appear that most of the cleanup around town is complete at this point. Sonic is still missing their sign. We're still playing pick-up-sticks, but that's not so difficult. I see lotsa limbs down in Gainesville, too, but it seems that the Gainesvillians didn't scurry around to clean up everything quite like Muenster did. Of

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"The Forgotten Garden" was written by Kate Morton in 2008. I really enjoyed this book. I purchased it at the Salt Lake City airport. I was gonna buy lunch instead, but the prices were too high, so I tried for something that would occupy my attention a bit longer than a sandwich. The bookstore lady pointed out this book when I asked her for suggestions, and I'm glad I went with it. She said that

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A little tired, but not too bad. Mostly content. Missing my favorite part of the year 'cause I'm cooped up in the office too much. Wondering if I still know how to get on a horse. Needing exercise. Sorta wishing I was at Bonnaroo this weekend but happy enough about doing the Nocona Rodeo instead. Yup, that's pretty much how I'm doing these days. I remember my dream last night. I was at some kind

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We had a good time at the Lady Antebellum concert last night - me and the parents and Uncle Paul and Aunt Nancy. They busted out some Aerosmith with "Sweet Emotion" and another oldie with "I Ain't Missing You". Of course they sang lots of their own songs, too. And they was all actin' like they wasn't gonna sing "Need You Now", but we knew they would. "We" being everyone in the Winstar. Hee-hee,

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Every time. Every time!! You don't even know (about the hidden links and spider feedings)! BOOM! So. Anyway. I am here at the Prairie's house...and I'm not going to give you the address, even though my mother would be GLAD to give you every detail on the Facebook. NOOO, her address is not on her Facebook. I'm just SAYIN'...mom gives too much detail. As perhaps all moms do. Moving on. I

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I just finished Aron Ralston's story, "127 Hours Between a Rock and a Hard Place" (2004). His adventure happened back in 2003 in Utah. There is a movie about it, too, but I haven't seen that. I think it's supposed to be inspiring, but I can't say that it really is to me. He finally mentions God around page 181, but he asks Satan for help instead on the next page. I can't say exactly what I'd

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Lou's baby shower yesterday was kinda fun. I get to have to miss a bridal shower on Friday. Cake is nice. Anyway. Showers...are when it's raining or when you're washing yourself. Not for parties. But enough about that. This picture was from last weekend at the Diamonds game when Lou came to meet us and hang out in Keller. I'd best go get ready for church. Or at least try.

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Well, a good time was had by all last weekend at the horse races, the Diamonds game, and the Ranger game. We ended up buying a couple bags of feed for the horses with out betting, but it was still mostly fun. Then at the Diamond's game, mom took a chance on one of the player's old jersey's, and we won. She won. She said it was for me. That picture was on the facebook. Then the Yankees spanked the

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Germanfest XXXVI is now complete. We worked our tails off Friday and Saturday, but it rained yesterday, so we caught a little break. Not good for business, but we were all pretty tired and couldn't complain about the shorter day. I took this picture on Saturday. I didn't really work in this booth, though. The same family runs two booths, Hofbauer's and the Wurst Haus. I ate a lot of sausage. I

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I got this book "First to Find" from the author himself, Mark Gessner. I hadn't heard of it before that day, but the parents and I went to an event cache in Flower Mound/Lewisville, and he introduced himself and his book to us. Mom read it first, then dad, and then me. It's not too long, and it's very fun to read. The story is great. I think it'd make a great movie, although it'd be a little on

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The kittens are 4 weeks old now. Mom took this picture on Wednesday. I haven't had time to do any FB posting to keep up with them. I fried the home computer, all because I couldn't get my feeds to work. Well, lemme tell ya, I got 'em working again! Of course I lost everything else because I went for the quick fix instead of trying to be smart. However, I'm mostly happy with the result. It IS MY

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I used to love feeds. I think I still do, but I have been struggling for the last few days with trying to figure out why suddenly none of my feeds will open. What happened was, see, I thought I'd be smart and download updates. And it showed that there is an Explorer 9. I'm still running 7, but I think, why not just skip the one that annoyed me on the work computers? So I download #9. And NOTHING

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The Tyler roses on Sunday were great, but these are from our own yard. I brought them home from Tyler a year or two ago. We planted 6 new rose plants yesterday around the light pole. I'll prolly take a picture if they all decide to bloom. Perhaps the rain last night will help. Grr. Volleyball last night gave me one of them there neck twinges. I performed a backwards twist move combined with a

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