tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67636412119660106102024-03-13T21:49:21.592-05:00Life At My HouseDenisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.comBlogger187125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763641211966010610.post-49307045399268454832015-06-16T11:50:00.002-05:002015-06-16T11:59:19.926-05:00RAIN RAIN GO AWAY........Here we go again.......... Hurricane Bill is bring to us LOTS and LOTS of water. We are still saturated from the rain in the month of May and the first week in June. I have lived here most of my life and have never seen anything like this. If you look at the map in the yellow toward the southeast it says 7.8 inches of rain expected in the next 3 days.......... That is me.. OMG....<br />
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We have seen it up quite bit but never in the field behind the house. This will be interesting... We have pontoon in the back, we might move onto that at sometime in the next couple of days.. well maybe not........ but it is an idea........<br />
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While still going through the things that belong to mom I have found a treasure. Mom had lots and lots and lots of jewelry. Lots. Many years ago when Dad was stationed in the Azores, we stayed with Grandmother in Roff Oklahoma.<br />
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While in the Azores Dad sent home a pearl for me and one for Mom. Mine was a single pearl on a chain but Mothers was a pearl encased in a gold "cage" so to speak. Many years ago mom decided that she had lost her pearl. Dad and I search over the years and we never found that pearl. It was decided that it was lost forever.</blockquote>
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I have been going through moms things over the past couple of years and this past week I am dealing with her jewelry boxes. One of the boxes is the one that I sent to her from the Philippines. It is carved on the top and the front of the draws and it is chocked full of pieces of old jewelry and chains. While unraveling the many pieces of broken chains I found THIS!
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It is mothers pearl. It is dull and worn and needs some TLC........ but after a little soap and water and some cleaning, it will look just like it did 50 years ago......... It is truly a pearl of great price. I will show you what it looks like after some TLC and a new chain.... I will wear it with great pride.</blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Newmarket England... 1966 I think. I was writing a letter to my mom and dad. I left when I was 17 and flew to England and was gone 3 years. I think in this picture I was home sick and words were not coming easy.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> This one is of me and my brother Larry. Were were in mom and dads kitchen in Roff Oklahoma. I have no idea of why the face but I was the family clown and making people laugh was always something that brought me joy. The year must have been around 1976 give or take a year. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This one brings great joy to my heart. It is me and my mom and my son Darryl in the blue and son Chris in the red. In 1977 me and my Dad built a green house that was 50 x 100 feet and we were going to start a business. My Dad was a grower for years and he had a very green thumb. It was a beautiful thing and my days were filled with fun and laughter and playing in the dirt. It is my passion, always has been. Had I not been married to the son of satin it would have been a life long business but sadly it ended all too soon. Anyway, I have no idea who was behind the camera and what they were saying but I think I was busy and did not want to mess with them... hahahahah</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> I lost everything in my closet along with all my pictures of life from 1964 when I flew to England up until 1994. I traveled around the world from 1964 traveling to England and Philippines and Taiwan. We traveled all around Europe and saw Japan and many things in-between. All those pictures of me and my boys and places that we had seen were lost, along with my jewelry box with precious personal jewels from around the world. I never really gave it any thought until we were going through Mom and Dad's stuff and I discovered that there were a lot of pictures from those years. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> So, I am scanning them in and making photo albums for my boys. HOWEVER... it is amazing what triggers a memory. In a pictures is a thousand words, and unspoken emotions. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> In 1957 or so Dad was stationed in the Azores ( Lodge Islands) Mom decided not to go with him so we stayed with Grandmother in Roff, Oklahoma. They (Mom and Dad) decided that with Dad nearing retirement it was time they built a home. Grandmother had 5 acres just north of town and years before they had divided the property with Mom and Uncle Ed. it was on that land that they decided to build.</span><br />
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We have been remodeling a room in our house for months. Converting the shop (my business) which was once a two car garage into a family room with a wood burning stove.
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The wood burning stove! My sweet husband did a wonderful job! We still need to put trim around the tiles and put up the mantel. He did all the tile work himself and installed the stove himself. I guess the most tense time was when he was cutting a hole in the roof............... BUT he did good and we love it!</div>
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MY SILLY BROTHER.......... He looks just like our Mom......... We laughed and laughed.
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A gift just in time......... An ash vacuum for the fire place. Sure beats cleaning out by hand. A great gift and my husband, being the designated ash cleaner-outter was thrilled!</div>
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For those of you that are new to my blog, I want to introduce you to Moses. He is a Love Bird and he is almost 13 years old. He is spoiled rotten and is my buddy. He has a bed in his cage that he sleeps on (lays flat down on a cotton mattress) and he has an electric blanket over him at night (in the winter time) that keeps his cage a toasty 80 degrees. We keep the house pretty cool even in the winter so had to come up with a way to keep him warm. A twin size electric blanket with a small flannel sheet over that keeps him warm at night! He is a hoot !</div>
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It is two years ago today that I stood beside my mom as she was taking her last breaths here on this earth. She was already gone, living between heaven and earth and I think more heaven at that point than earth. She has ceased to talk more than 24 hours earlier and she just laid quiet and her breathing became more shallow with the passing of time. I remember being by her side for hours and hours and I remember one of the very last conversations I had with her. I was begging her not to go. Please Mom, please Mom stay for a while, just a while. I would sit her up and try to get her to eat a bite or two and after just a few swallows, she would look at me and say "just lay me down Denise, I just want to lay down." I would lower her bed at her request and let her drift back to sleep as I stood and watched her breath. It soon became so painfully obvious to me that my mom had chosen to leave.</blockquote>
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You see she had just lost her husband of 66 years just a short 72 days before. She was living with me and Dennis and on one occasion she made the statement that she never wanted to burden her children by living with them. Burden! Burden! Mother, you were never a burden. Oh there were days that I was worn to a frazzle and could hardly drag myself out of bed, but never never a burden. I had taken care of Mom and Dad for 8 years and during those years it was laughter and tears. That is just life, but never never once did I ever think in my heart that they were a burden to me. I considered it a blessing to be in the place in my life that I could give back just a minute part of what they had given me. That is what children are to do, give back when they are able. I think that many have forgotten that.<br />
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Mom just could not go one without Dad. They were together side by side for 66 years with the exception of the years Dad spent in the war. When he was you would always find her right beside him. If he was in the computer room, that is where she was, if he was in the living room watching TV. that is where she was. Partners, Soul mates, husband and wife in the good and in the bad. <br />
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That early morning of September 15, 2010 sometime around 1:30 a.m. after losing her husband and being forgotten by one of her children, she slipped off into eternity. I remember the screams that were coming from my broken heart being the only sounds in the room. We were all there. I did not look at my brother Paul or brother Larry. I knew I could not bear to see their grief. I remember laying my head down on the side of her bed trying to muffle my screams. </blockquote>
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I had lost my mom having not had the time to mourn for my dad. Both gone, another funeral to plan for. Another set of clothing to choose another casket spray to design. Songs to pick out, caskets to choose, plans to be made.<br />
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I can tell you now, I did not do well. I have been missing from this blog for a long time and missing from life just as long. I have gone through emotions that I did not even had a name for. I have suffered with depression and anger and grief until I did not know if I would survive or even want to. BUT I can tell you this one thing, I was ALWAYS in touch with my Father God. There were days that I was out in my back yard screaming at HIM and venting all my hurt to HIM but I never stopped talking to HIM. You see, HE has big shoulders and HE is there to listen and understand. Too many time we are afraid to tell HIM how we feel but HE already knows so we might as well open up and let HIM begin to heal. HE is the only one that can heal the heart, the only one.</blockquote>
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It is two years tonight. I am not sobbing. Oh I have cried off and on a bit today and will tomorrow, but I can recall memories tonight and smile instead of crying and that is a good thing. I have had a couple of people these past two years that have helped me more than they know and of course my precious husband and son has kept a close eye on me and allowed me the space to mourn and heal. They never once told me to get over it or get on with life. They just loved me through it.<br />
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My brother Paul has been a source of comfort even though he is not one to talk about it much. He would listen.He has always said that the death of both parents were especially hard on me because of being a caregiver and I was right in the middle of watching them die. As I look back on the two years, I think he is right. The last two years of their lives were very very traumatic for them and hard for me to watch. I tried and tried to keep them healthy and alive. That was not God's plan.</blockquote>
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I plan on coming back to the blog full time and talking to old freinds and making new ones. I will be sharing with you so many little stories that I am now remembering about my mom and dad. Memories that make me smile. Gone will be the posts about the sorrow and grief, for that has been replaced by beautiful memories that they left with me and the joy of just having them as my mom and dad. The Father God has replace the sobbing with great anticipation of a reunion that I feel is not far away.<br />
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Psalm 30:5 Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. I think it is now beginning to be my morning.</blockquote>
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Time to sort. These three little baskets is all that is left for me to sort of the things from Mom and Dad. It is full of papers and things. A little plastic dish that came from Dad's dresser and a fabric covered jewelry box that belonged to Mom. I have her nursing hat and a few small crochet pieces. They have been sitting underneath my embroidery machine for almost two years now. Hard to imagine it has been that long. Seems that it was just yesterday that I was walking back and forth across that yard with meals or medicine or just to go and visit. God knows how I miss them God only knows. </div>
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<a href="">There are a few other things in the works out here right now but I will save them for another post. Just felt that I needed to jump back upon the blog wagon this morning. Hope some of you are still here and still wanting to be my friend..</a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">But Dad I continued to protest, you cannot call me from heaven. I know he said.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My older brother PE was sitting at a near by table and try as I might get his attention he never did understand that Dad was on the phone. "I have sent you a valentines card Dad continued, there will be someone bringing it to your door. About that time out of the corner of my eye, I saw an older man pass by the window. He stepped up on the porch and handed me an envelope. I stood in amazement and slowly opened the envelope. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Me and my Dad were very close and he was my very best friend for many many years. We were involved in many different business adventures and we rode to work every day together in his old truck for many years. I still have the red tulip bulbs from a few years ago, a Valentines Day gift from my Dad. </div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss my Dad, but last night I got a Valentine from heaven. Thank you Father God for the reminder that Dad is alive and well and one day I will be able to see his face again...... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: center;">Now the web site.. </div></blockquote><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I have been MIA again but have a good excuse. I have been sitting at my pc for hours and hours and hours finishing my brothers web site. I started it in November and the first of Jan decided that it was time I sat down and finish it. I have been teaching myself Dreamweaver which is a web site program so I just jumped in and decided to get it finished.. I will put the link at the end of this post and you can go and check it out. I still have a few more small additions and corrections but all in all it is finished.... I am proud of it, and very proud of him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: center;">I have finished painting and putting up shelves in my shop and it looks really nice. I will take pictures and share. I also have my web site finished and am not putting up embroidery files to sale. I hope to have it all finished and loaded and up on the internet by the end of this month. I will have primitive dolls and pillows and stitcheries for sale. The embroidery files are for those that have home or industrial embroidery machines. I hope visitors find something that they just love. </div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They are calling for snow and freezing rain tonight, guess I need to take something for my spring fever as it looks like it will be a while.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We did have renters in the little house next door where Mom and Dad lived but they have moved and I am now in the process of finding other renters. Pray that I find just the right person. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well I will try and get around to each of you this week. I want to see what you have been up to. I sure do miss each of you...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: center;">So for now............. Happy Valentines Day to each of you... </div><div style="text-align: center;">It seems that I have had my gift from God early.</div></blockquote><br />
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My brothers web site <a href="http://www.blueriverart.com/"><span style="color: blue;"> BlueRiverArt</span> </a> I would love to know what you think..<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6763641211966010610&postID=5187144531849977933"><img alt="Denise" border="0" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" /></a>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763641211966010610.post-42900964629081105392012-01-15T09:38:00.000-06:002012-01-15T09:38:34.766-06:00I Just Hate ItSo many ladies leaving the blog world and I hate it! I really hate FB and I go there less and less.. I love reading the blogs and interacting with the ladies and reading about your day to day and what life is like around your house... I am not leaving, that is for sure.... and if you no longer blog please come to see me now and then.. <br />
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I have been going back to when I first opened my blog and reading posts and comments and makes me sad... so many of the gals have not posted in many many months.... I guess I am going to clean out my blog list and try and keep in touch via email.... <br />
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Anyway, just my thoughts.... How about you, which do you prefer? <br />
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Well, we are still remodling my shop. Two weeks now.... I am tired of it now... going to finish today I hope.... I have created my brother another new website and hope to get it up on the web in the next week or so...<br />
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I thinking about retiring AGAIN.... I just have things want to do and having my shop open 5 days a week keeps me tied down.... I turn 65 in March and I just think it is time for me to stop.. I want to put in a big flower garden and also a veggie garden this year.. that will keep me pretty busy I am sure.... Money.... I hate it.. it keeps us from our dreams.... <br />
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Anyway... I am tossing it around in my mind.... My new shope and the changes that I have made is going to make is so nice for me to create my dolls and stitcheries to sell on my web site... <br />
I am also so into the raw food and would like to give that more time..... So many ideas so little time.....<br />
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What about you.... what are you up to these days.... are you following your dream? I hope so...<br />
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Have a blessed Sunday....<br />
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src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" border="0" /></a>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763641211966010610.post-4423234597367320082012-01-04T13:59:00.009-06:002012-01-04T14:57:15.618-06:00Heaven<div style="text-align: center;">I love this..........<br />
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When I am in heaven tell me there will be peace....at last<br />
That in some meadow, filled with sunshine, filled with buttercups and filled with friends, you will sit and chew a straw and fill us in on how things really are............ <br />
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And if there is some harm in laying earthly hope at heavens door<br />
or in this just saying so,well, have mercy on my foolishness dear Lord.<br />
I love this world you made, it's all I know.........<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6763641211966010610"><img alt="Denise" border="0" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" /></a>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763641211966010610.post-72364150706339723672012-01-01T02:15:00.000-06:002012-01-01T02:15:33.260-06:00No ! A Thousand Times No<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUU79V4Fi-g/TwAVtFphPsI/AAAAAAAAGOo/vWjZGdq6VBU/s1600/no.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUU79V4Fi-g/TwAVtFphPsI/AAAAAAAAGOo/vWjZGdq6VBU/s400/no.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br />
no<br />
nope/nopperz<br />
heh<br />
umm/uh...<br />
eh...<br />
yeah, right/(sarcastic) yeah, ok<br />
zip<br />
zilch<br />
nada<br />
(sarcastic) sure....<br />
hell naw!<br />
nein (german for no)<br />
nyet (russian for no)<br />
iie (eee-yeh) (japanese for no)<br />
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absolutely not,<br />
by no means, <br />
negative, <br />
never, nix, <br />
no way, <br />
not at all, <br />
not by any means<br />
Over my dead body<br />
Not on your life..<br />
Don't even think about it<br />
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Ok...... get the picture........ I am too old to make any more resolutions. Not going to do it.. I fail and I fail miserably.. sooooooooooo not going to put my self through that............ BUT what I am going to do is give my frail pathetic weak sorrowful will power over .............. to HIM I give over my will to HIS power and what ever HE has for me in 2012.......... I am ready........... <br />
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Looking forward gals......... always looking forward........ Looking to HIM the author and finisher of our faith.........<br />
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I think I will spend more time here this year..... I have really missed you... <br />
Happy New Year gals............ <br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6763641211966010610" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Denise" border="0" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" /></a>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763641211966010610.post-5527875314880087302011-12-29T22:17:00.000-06:002011-12-29T22:17:07.638-06:00Happy New Year<div style="text-align: center;">From my house to yours. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Wishing you a New Year full with what brings you joy and laughter. With family and friends near. I wish you health and happiness and I wish you Jesus.. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Should old acquaintance be forgot</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And never brought to mind?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Should old acquaintance be forgot,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And auld lang syne!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The new year brings us hope for peace,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A new day for mankind,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where we can all live hand in hand</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And leave all hate behind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For auld lang syne, my dear.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For auld lang syne.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We'll take a cup of kindness yet</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For auld lang syne.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When dreams they seem so far away,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your soul can feel so low.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But love is never far away;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your heart won't be alone.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let's make a world where people care,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A world that knows no fear,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where we can open up our hearts</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And hold each other dear.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our children grow, they need to know</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Future's theirs to hold.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If we can teach them how to love</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then the world can carry on.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For auld lang syne, my dear.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For auld lang syne.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We'll take a cup of kindness yet</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For auld lang syne.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6763641211966010610"><img alt="Denise" border="0" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" /></a></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763641211966010610.post-11449934385319749292011-12-15T00:43:00.001-06:002011-12-15T00:43:02.811-06:00Hallelujah<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">HALLELUJAH!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For the lord God omnipotent reigneth</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For the lord God omnipotent reigneth</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For the lord God omnipotent reigneth</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For the lord God omnipotent reigneth</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For the lord God omnipotent reigneth</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The kingdom of this world;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">is become</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the kingdom of our Lord,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and of His Christ</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and of His Christ</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And He shall reign for ever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and lord of lords forever and</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">ever hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and lord of lords forever and</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">ever hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and lord of lords</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings and lord of lords</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He shall reign</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and lord of lords hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings and lord of lords</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings and lord of lords</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he shall reign forever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forever and ever and ever and ever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">King of kings and Lord of Llords</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hallelujah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6763641211966010610"><img alt="Denise" border="0" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" /></a></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763641211966010610.post-81116415422718362092011-12-11T00:24:00.000-06:002011-12-11T00:24:24.893-06:00Great Day<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Girls, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a great day at my house last Saturday.. a great day... I am waiting on my son to send me some pictures. He took all the pictures and I need to remind him to send them to me.. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a crazy fast day and one that I wish had lasted a bit longer but how it thrilled my heart to have my family together... There were some missing and I hope that next year they will be able to be here.. I have waited for this day for so many years. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There are things that have been lost in all those years apart and I understand that they cannot be retrieved, but I can rejoice in the knowing that me and my son Darryl has been reunited and I know that from this day forward we will not look back at the lost years. It was a joy to my heart to see him sitting around my table laughing and talking with his brother Chris, his uncles Paul and Larry and it was though all time had ceased and life was good. Two of the three grandchildren were there. Blake and Bren. The older grandson had finals this week and he just could not make it, but maybe next year. There were many highlight of the day as you can imagine but there is one that I have to share.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We were all standing around talking and my grandson Blake called me grand mom. Grand mom.. I have waited many many years to hear that.. It almost made me cry... He is a senior in high school and I have missed his life but never the less, he called me grandma. That was the highlight of the day... You grandmothers out there will understand that... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Things are much slower here now and my sweet husband has been sick with the flu since Wednesday.. We are looking forward to a very quiet Christmas and that is fine. One big get together each year is good enough for me.. I think me and hubby and brother and SIL are going to do some traveling during the Christmas season from now on.. That will be fun... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, I wish I had some picture to share but as soon as they are sent to me, I will post them... </div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope all is well and each of you are getting ready to celebrate HIS birth... after all HE is the reason for ALL seasons..</div><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6763641211966010610"><img alt="Denise" border="0" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" /></a>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763641211966010610.post-60376596560259946002011-12-01T00:29:00.000-06:002011-12-01T00:29:02.223-06:00Sooooooooooo Excited<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lXOqFkigR7Q/TtcdfIpAnsI/AAAAAAAAGMw/nkkTPOLBYJ4/s1600/funny+lady.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lXOqFkigR7Q/TtcdfIpAnsI/AAAAAAAAGMw/nkkTPOLBYJ4/s200/funny+lady.gif" width="195" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ndQyPKrzfsE/Ttcc1dcb_oI/AAAAAAAAGMo/xFLV0njcaeQ/s1600/funny+lady.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><br />
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Well girls.... just three more days and both my boys and both my brothers and my grandchildren will be in my home for Thanksgiving/Christmas.. I am EXCITED more than I can tell you..... This will be the first of many holidays that I can spend with my sons. I cannot tell you how excited I am and very very Thankful....... I am so busy..... too busy I think, but I will finish up everything tomorrow and Friday I will cook and they will be here Saturday at noon........... OMG both my boys both my brothers and their wives, my sweet husband and cousins Tisha and Harold.. (that is a lot of people) Hope I have not forgotten how to cook for that many.. :) ...... OMG......... God is good so very very good... I did not think this day would ever come I promise to take pictures......... Talk to you next week! <br />
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</a></div><img alt="Denise" border="0" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" />Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763641211966010610.post-76414371758532317702011-11-22T13:23:00.003-06:002011-11-28T11:24:11.131-06:00Giving Thanks<div style="text-align: center;">Hard to imagine that Thanksgiving is on our doorsteps again... I just have no idea where this year went.<br />
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I hope you gals do not get tired of listening to me talk about Mom and Dad but it is told me that it is good for healing. I think that is the truth. My sweet husband has been my listener for 16 months now . Even saying that is hard for my mind to comprehend. 16 for Dad and 14 for Mom. I can say this with all sincerity that it does get better. I have a wonderful friend that is also a counselor and she says 18 months is very common for the grieving process. That is true.</div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: center;">My memories of those two little people have gone from the mistakes that I made while taking care of them to the wonderful times throughout my entire life that they were there for me. My memories of them while sitting here at home alone has brought smiles and out right laughter with no one to hear but me and perhaps them but I think not. Of course the Father God has shared those memories with me and I think that HE smiled just to see or here me laugh. </div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Have you ever given any thought to how the heart heals? I mean really give it some thought. I have. Twice in my life I have been cut to the spirit and all life seemly drained from my body. Twice in my life being broken would be an understatement and twice in my life I seemed to be broken beyond repair. In those times I just did not see the value of tomorrow and really did not believe that tomorrow would bring anything but yet again much sorrow. BUT tomorrow came and with it healing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote class="tr_bq">I have once again this past year given much thought to the wonders of this God that we serve. The heart, it can be broken but with no wounds for the eye of man to see only God. It breaks and it bleeds out and yet we continue to breath and yet we only breath but we do not do much living. Grief and sorrow are visible on our face and our countenance shows the world that the invisible fissures of the heart are just below the skin and bone in this body of our. We grieve. </blockquote><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I really had no understand of the magnitude of grief until I experienced it first hand. It is not something that is expressed with any words I know, maybe you do but I find it impossible to express.. What does the bible say... with groanings that cannot be uttered. There it is.. How smart is our God. HE understands our groanings. Not for the ear of any man to understand, only groans, but to the Father God it is grief and sorrow given over to words that only HE hears. Then the healing begins. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Healed in my heart and wounds replaced with laughter. How in the world does HE do that. Groaning for a season has ended and now words of Thanksgiving have replace the sobs and tears. My heart where God resides they say. My heart that feels sorrow and pain and joy and laughter. Invisible to the human eye are the scars of many a wound yet HE sees and understands. It is a strange thing this "heart" of ours that only the Father God can reach. There are no scalpels or lasers or x-rays or any other human effort can touch and heal a heart. Only God. I am thankful that HE is here and HE is able to do such a thing. I am thankful. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: center;">Our Thanksgiving is going to on Sunday this years because of scheduling problems getting every one here but it is going to be very special for me.<u style="color: black;"><b> Both brothers</b></u> will be here and it has been years since one of them could be here...... Of course Chris and his sweetie Tara will be here. <b style="color: black;"><u>HOWEVER</u></b><span style="color: red;"> </span>there is one other things that has my heart jumping with joy.... <b><u>My oldest son will be here with my three grandchildren</u></b><span style="color: black;">.</span><span style="color: #ffe599;"><span style="color: black;">OMG</span> </span>It will be the first time that he has celebrated a Thanksgiving with me in many many many years and I am THANKFUL. Once again the Father God has wiped away those tears of the years lost and replaced them sounds of laughter of the good times. That is the God we serve. </div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I give thanks today for my sweet husband Dennis where would I be had it not been for the patience he has afforded me this past 16 months. He has been the ear to listen to my sorrow, and he has been patient, he is a gift from God. I give thanks today for my son Chris that has been a stead fast presence in my life for many many years and has made me laugh more times that I can count, he does not just bring joy to my heart, he is joy. I am thankful for my son Darryl, it has been a long road back to where he and I have needed to be and he is happy to walk that path with me. I give thanks for the two older brothers, each so very different but each so very very special in my life. we are very close and I am thankful that they are a big part of my life. There is still a missing part to this family but I am believing God that those wounds will heal and forgiveness will take the place of her hate and her heart will begin the healing process. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: center;">Then I give thanks to my Father God. Always there regardless if I feel that or not. Always there to bring healing and comfort. Always there to listen and bring guidance, Always there in the good times and always in the bad, Never judging, only loving, always understanding even when we are so very very foolish in word or deed. HE is steadfast and faithful and that my friend is something that we each and every one should be most thankful for this Thanksgiving season.</div></blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Thanksgiving Mom and Dad, I know you are well and happy and enjoying the fruits of your faith. I am guessing that the feasts that you enjoy overshadow the feasts here in homes across this land like light overshadows darkness. While we enjoy our feasts here on this earth we wait patiently and sometimes not so patient to feast once again with you in a place that knows no grief or sorrow, only laughter and hearts that are healed and whole and full of joy unspeakable. Love you both a lot..........</div></blockquote><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Happy Thanksgiving girls! I am so glad to call you friends...... <br />
Thanks for letting me bend your ear one more time to talk about Mom and Dad. I needed to share these feelings. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now we get to add earthquakes to our list of things that have been blasting Oklahoma this year....... Earthquakes......... what a trip that was....... I felt all three of them and the third one just unnerved me. That was three days in a row... Then the NEXT day, strong storms and a violent tornado with flash flooding and baseball size hail across the state. Our weather radio woke us up on Monday night at 12 midnight with flash flood warning. Kinda hard to get away from that as well as an earthquake. Whew! I am ready for a nice quiet winter with some snow and cold snuggling weather. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are still so busy painting the outside of the house and my sweet husband has made some beautiful shutters. I will take pictures soon. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have decided that for the next couple of months, actually through the winter I am going to go to the fitness center at the University. They have a wonderful health club and with Dennis being employed there we get a big discount. They have all the machines and treadmills and bikes and weights and people there to help and coach me on the machines. I have been out here a year and half now alone and it is time for me to get out of this house and get busy with life. Come the Spring Semister at the college I am thinking of taking a class. Not sure what but maybe something fun like pottery or something serious like Religious Debate. (My husband says that they will kick me out after the first day) I have strong opinions and I hate the word religion! hahaha.......... We will see.... I need to get out and about. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just watched the debate. I will be glad when they begin to narrow that field down a bit. I know who I would love to see on the ballot and who I think would beat Obama but not sure if he is going to make it to the ticket or not. That is Newt Gingrich. He is very very intelligent and he would give Obama a run for his money in any debate. He has some baggage but he knows what he is talking about and he talks straight regardless of who is listening. I pray about it every day. Hope you are praying also. We need that man out of the office. We cannot afford another 4 years of Obama Nation. I like Herman Cain real well, but I am not sure he will survive this attack. It is a shame as I think he would make a wonderful president. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well not much else going on here. Planning on a nice Thanksgiving with older brother PE and wife Alpha and son Chris and gal Tara. I think the 6 of us are going to plan some type of Christmas vacation this year instead of staying here... Not sure but we are talking Florida maybe. Who knows... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope you gals are all doing well, I miss my blog buddies .. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6763641211966010610" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Denise" border="0" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh74/denisewalden/blog%20design%20graphics/denise_samaritan_sig03.png" /></a></div>Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492336975389718296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763641211966010610.post-45020375079950699622011-10-23T10:24:00.000-05:002011-10-23T10:24:28.689-05:00Good Morning America !!!!!!!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;">We got rain, real rain, down pouring rain. Gutter gushing, ditch runnin', cats and dogs rain. It came with thunder and lightening and bit of hail and RAIN... Not sure how much as my rain gauge is broken but my brother PE will call me here in a minute and he will share with me how much rain we got! Thank you Lord. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">Now, rain on southern Texas where they are having dust storms...... </div></blockquote><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I have not been here in a while. Power cord to my laptop quit and finding another one was a bit of a chore. Hubby thought he had one in his box of tricks at work, nope, could not find one here in town so we went to the only source we had left. Ebay. Yep, they had one and it must have been in China and on a slow boat here.<br />
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<blockquote>I still do not have one so I have slipped out into my shop to at least post a little sompin'.</blockquote></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">I do not go much on the internet on my business computer as it holds so many design files and business information. I do not use it much at all but for work, but today was a needful thing. But no email till the laptop is running so if you have sent email to my denisewalden account and have not heard from me give me a few more days.</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hubby has been off and we are finally getting the outside of the house finished. We started painting early Spring but when the heat started we had to quit as it was too hot to do anything outside. Weather now is perfect and we still have the trim work to finish and paint the brick on the North side. People thought I was crazy when I told them I was painting the brick but now we have people stopping as they go by to give us a nod of approval. Some even wanting to know what color........ The two doors will be dark Hunter green. So many people paint their doors red so I am doing something different. The doors will match the shutters.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sweet !!!!!!!!!!So as soon as I finish I will take pictures and let you see what we did......</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Time to start putting up Christmas lights. I usually do that two weeks before Thanksgiving, so I need to drag it all out of the storage next week and get things together. I am looking forward to the holidays this year more than last. My heart is healing and I am thankful. I will take pictures when finished.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">I am painting the inside of my house from front to back but have not decided on a color yet. Every room one color throughout, so when I decided on the kitchen color that will the the color for the entire house. Going to try and do that this winter. I have several projects for the winter, I need to stay on track.</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have found my mojo and feeling pretty good, I am on track with my diet and that is going well. Talked to a young man yesterday that used to weigh 285 with his cholesterol at 270. He bought a Champion juicer and started living on veggie and fruit juice and one year later he is running 50 miles a week and weight 145 with his cholesterol at 140. Now that is a success story.<br />
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<blockquote>Did I tell you that I found a Champion juice at a garage sale this summer for $2.00. !!! (Retail $265.00) and it works like a charm. This thing is HEAVY. </blockquote></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>I have been praying and praying and praying about my weight and asking the Lord to please help me. Finding that juicer I think is part of HIS answer. </blockquote></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q0AvOOVZYg/TqQn563cKOI/AAAAAAAAGH8/kXI0KcGR-v0/s1600/almond_juicer_small2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q0AvOOVZYg/TqQn563cKOI/AAAAAAAAGH8/kXI0KcGR-v0/s1600/almond_juicer_small2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">While talking to this young man he told me about soft serve ice-cream made with my juicer! I gave it a try last night while watching the third game of the world series.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">2 Frozen banana's (I keep bananas in the freeze for just such occasion)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hand full of frozen strawberries and hand full of frozen dark cherries, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I broke the bananas into 4 pieces and one into the juice with strawberries on top </div><div style="text-align: center;">of that then some cherries. I alternated them until all the bananas were used. </div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">What I got was a delightful mixture of banana and cherry and strawberry out the other end in a perfect soft serve consistency. Frozen bananas are very sweet so I did not need to use any sweetener at all. It made enough for me and Hubby.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was perfect. We are closet ice-cream junkies so this is a wonderful substitution with no fat, no sugar all natural. I am going to buy some frozen peaches and mango's and blueberries and blackberries and see what kind of concoctions I can come up with. Who knew you could do that with a juicer !</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>I juice one pound of organic carrots every day mixed with different veggies and fruit every day. I want to be 100% raw by the end of the year. Trouble is, I am a meat eater! I love meat. So right now I still have my roasted chicken and grilled salmon. We might have to keep that in our diet. I do not see me never having that again, so I am guessing that I will level out at 99% raw with the occasional piece of chicken or fish. </blockquote></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"> I am busy in my shop and business is growing. I decided a few months back that I would go back to work so to speak and help with the finances. Dennis has 6 more years before he retires and I am healthy and have this wonderful shop here in my house. Might as well work. People are hearing that I am back to work so I am getting busy. I am still working on my web site and now building my brother a new one. That is all on my agenda for this winter. </div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well I think that has got you pretty caught up.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope you gals are enjoying the beautiful fall colors. </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hugs</div><br />
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