November 5, 2004

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    Sydnie Trayce Watson

    Born October 21, 2004 at 5:40am

    8lbs 14oz, 20in long

     


     

    Our friends, Tracy and Mike Watson, are the proud new parents of Sydnie Trayce Watson.


    And She was a little monkey for halloween.


    This is such a funny Picture. Beverly, which is Tracys sister, was showing her daughter, Evie, her new baby cousin and she did not like that idea. She was upset cause she was supposed to be the baby.


    Of course, this is Evie when she was over the whole "I'm not the baby anymore" Phase.


    Here is Bevs son, Korbin, as Frankenstein. I love this costume. He plays the part well too!!

November 2, 2004

  • My other cousin Jason Saltzman and His wife Jill also had Baby Logan Paul Saltzman on september 28th, 2004. He was 7lbs 6oz and 181/2 inches long.



    Proud Daddy and Baby Logan



    Baby Logan Already getting big!!!!!!

  • Sydney Gail Paris was born on August 27, 2004 to the parents of my cousin and his wife, Jeffery and Rebecca Paris.



    Here is my cousin, Jeffery, and his little girl, Sydney Gail



    The Proud New Family



    Sweet Little Baby Sydney Gail!!!!



    The Proud Daddy did not want to put his little girl down



    But I finally got her.......I am not sure I want to give her back!!!!!!!!!

October 20, 2004

  • Life's lesson No. 1

    There once was a bunch of tiny frogs,  
    ...who arranged a running competition.


    The goal was to reach the top of a very high tower.


    A big crowd had gathered around the tower to see the race and cheer on the contestants...


    The race began...


    Honestly...No one in the crowd really believed that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the tower.


    You heard statements such as:

    "Oh, WAY too difficult !!"

    "They will NEVER make it to the top!!"


    or:

    "Not a chance that they will succeed. The tower is too high!!"



    The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by one...Except for those, who in a fresh tempo, were climbing higher and higher...



    The crowd continued to yell, "It is too difficult!!!   No one will make it!!"


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    More tiny frogs got tired and gave up...But ONE continued higher and higher and higher...

    This one wouldn't give up!

                        
    At the end everyone else had given up climbing the tower. Except for the one tiny frog who, after a big effort, was the only one who reached the top!


    THEN all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted to know how this one frog managed to do it?


    A contestant asked the tiny frog how he had found the strength to succeed and reach the goal?


    It turned out...That the winner was DEAF!!!


    The wisdom of this story is:


    Never listen to other people's tendencies to be negative or pessimistic...   Because they take your most wonderful dreams and wishes away from you...the ones you have in your heart!!!


    Always think of the power words have.  Because everything you hear and read will affect your actions!!!


    Therefore:

    ALWAYS be...POSITIVE!!! 


    And above all:


    Be DEAF when people tell YOU that you can not fulfil your dreams!!!



    Always think:

    God and I can do this !



    Pass this message on to 5 "tiny frogs"you care about.

             Give them some motivation

August 16, 2004
































































































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    If the sky above seems cloudy,
    And you are left out in the rain,
    If you are searching for a rainbow,
    But the colors bring you pain,
     
     
    If your world is not revolving,
    And there is no end in sight,
    If you are looking for the sunshine,
    But all you see is night,
     
     
    If all around are smiling,
    But all you can do is frown,
    If you are tired of all this living,
    When life just brings you down,
     
     
    Then look beyond your teardrops,
    At the wonders of this land,
    The beauty of a flower,
    Like velvet in your hand.
     
     
    Feel the air around you,
    The smell of new mown hay,
    Laughing children in the park,
    The innocence there at play,
     
     
    Imagine floating with a butterfly,
    As she flutters between the trees,
    Or the whispers of the ocean,
    On warm hot summer's breeze,
     
     
    Think of the taste of candy floss,
    As it melts upon your tongue,
    Or the melody of morning birds,
    As they greet each day with a song,
     
     
    Remember words of beauty,
    Told in your mother's embrace,
    Feel the gentleness of her touch,
    As she softly kissed your face.
     
     
    Seek the good within you,
    Cast the clouds from your sky,
    Don't look toward the pavement,
    But hold your head up high,
     
     
    Think not what life owes you,
    But of all you have to give,
    Forget about tomorrow,
    Then you can start to love.
     
     
    So bless this age you are living in,
    With the gifts you can bestow,
    Don't disgrace the stream of life,
    Go gently with the flow.
     

August 4, 2004

  • Yea, The background is gone, it must have rotated from my entries. Yah!!!!!!!!

  • This Background is about to get on my last nerve. It is making it hard to read my entries. I copied and pasted something that had that as a background and now it is my background. If it was just Blue then I could handle it, but that pattern is making it difficult. I apoligize to anyone who is getting a headache from it, I know I am.


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    The Passenger



    The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.

    It had been a year since Susan, thirty-four, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis, she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. Once a fiercely independent woman, Susan now felt condemned by this terrible twist of fate to become a powerless, helpless burden on everyone around her. "How could this have happened to me?" she would plead, her heart knotted with anger. But no matter how much she cried or ranted or prayed, she knew the painful truth-her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic spirit. Just getting through each day was an exercise in frustration and exhaustion. And all she had to cling to was her husband Mark.

    Mark was an Air Force officer, and he loved Susan with all of his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again. Mark's military background had trained him well to deal with sensitive situations, and yet he knew this was the most difficult battle he would ever face.

    Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however, Mark realized that this arrangement wasn't working - it was hectic, and costly. Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react?

    Just as Mark predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "I'm blind!" she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I'm going? I feel like you're abandoning me." Mark's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is exactly what happened.

    For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat. He made her laugh, even on those not-so-good days when she would trip exiting the bus, or drop her briefcase. Each morning, they made the journey together, and Mark would take a cab back to his office. Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Mark knew it was only a matter of time before Susan would be able to ride the bus on her own. He believed in her, in the Susan he used to know before she'd lost her sight, who wasn't afraid of any challenge and who would never, ever quit. Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday...Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it! She was going to work all by herself!

    On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure envy you." Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? Curious, she asked the driver, "Why do you say that you envy me?" The driver responded, "It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are." Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, and asked again, "What do you mean?" The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely, and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady."

    Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't physically see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was blessed, so blessed, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love that can bring light where there had been darkness.

    God watches over us in just the same way. We may not know He is present. We may not be able to see His face, but He is there nonetheless!

July 26, 2004

  • Kristi, you're a Chihuahua!


    No bones about it, you're an energetic, devoted Chihuahua. For your breed, size definitely doesn't matter. After all, sometimes the best things (diamonds, car keys, Godiva truffles) come in small packages. Honest and straightforward, you're never afraid to speak up for what you believe in, especially if it's a cause near and dear to your heart. Having such a passionate personality can come with a few drawbacks, though. You can be moody at times, and people often find it hard to live up to your high standards. But once you make a friend, it's for life. Saucy and intense, your energy and unfailing loyalty make you a great companion. Woof!

     

    I just took the "What Breed of Dog Are You?" test at Tickle.com!  Take it yourself to see how our results compare and join my network of friends.

    Just click (or copy and paste) this link to start the test:
    http://fun.tickle.com/test.html?uid=e91XlZWhpB_nFeDb&t=dogogt

    Kristi

July 20, 2004

















  • Last night I had a wonderful dream,
    I had come to a beautiful garden;
    I entered in through pearly white gates,
    Sin free for the Lord gave me pardon;




    My eyes beheld such beauty,
    My mind such peace never felt;
    When Jesus showed me His flowers,
    My heart began to melt;




    For in place of orchids was Mother and Dad,
    Singing at the top of their voice;
    Instead of roses were brother and sis,
    Dancing as they rejoice;




    It's hard to explain all I saw there,
    The wondrous sights to behold;
    The Lamb of God in His glory,
    How He welcomed me into His fold;




    When I woke up I was saddened,
    To think this was all just a dream;
    I sat alone in the quiet,
    Then I realized what I had seen;



    God is picking His flowers,
    For all of Heaven to view;
    And as He completes His garden,
    I pray He will pick me too.


    (by Cathy Terrill)


     




    stop and smell the roses!!!!!!!!!!