Saturday, May 8, 2010

A Tribute To All Mother's

Hey all, I have so much to do today, so I won't be posting anything real involved.  We are going to my Sister-In-Law's to celebrate my cancer remission status and my son Jesse's 13th Birthday, later on today.  It is also Mother's Day weekend and I am spending it with my 4 children and my hubby. 

 They are so good to me all year round, but this weekend is extra special because they get to show me just how much I mean to them.  My hubby already went out and got my baby's  (Yukon) oil changed and all the fluids refreshed, he's so sweet!  On Sunday the kids typically have it all planned out, they make mom breakfast, like yummy french toast with all the extras, then a wonderful dinner made by them.  We just enjoy the day with each other. So with that being said, I want to wish all you Mother's out there in the Blog-o-Sphere, a very Happy Mother's Day from me. May your day be filled with joy. Enjoy this Mother's Day Tribute if you are a Mother, you deserve it!

 I believe in the sun even when it is not shining. I believe in love even when I feel it not. I believe in God even when He is silent. *Written on a wall in a concentration camp*

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Friday, May 7, 2010

My Dear Sweet Cousin

Hey all you sweet friends of mine, I want to let you know that my dear sweet cousin who is battling cancer (you've heard me talk about her before) is now a BLOGGER so please go on over and show her the love.  She is beautiful and just starting out, so bear with her as she is learning what all this blogging stuff is all about. Her name is Melinda (just click her name) and her blog is Live, Laugh, Love. I would consider it a huge favor if you give her all the support you can, both in blogging and in her cancer fight! Now go make me proud to be a blogger!

 I believe in the sun even when it is not shining. I believe in love even when I feel it not. I believe in God even when He is silent. *Written on a wall in a concentration camp*
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A Word from Me

I have spent much time this last month with the A-Z Challenge, a horrible virus turned into Bronchitis, a bad back, and not much time in the Word.  This has led to the old habit of just not reaching for my bible, and while I have a wonderful relationship with my Savior, I have been neglecting Him for too long this last month or so.  He still loves me, that never changes.  I am not a failure, and my failure to read my bible does not define who I am.

Due to being sick and hurt I have missed church 4 times in a row, eek! My teenage son has lectured me saying, "you should be in church even if you are sicker than a dog." I lovingly explained to him that no one wants my germs, after all I was contagious, and then went on to explain that God does not hold it against me when I am sick and unable to get out to church.  Church is not the building but the people, and I have missed being in "Church".

I will be starting up again with the Survey Bible Reading Plan this next week, I believe that it is important to be in the Word in some capacity.  Being in the Word keeps me focused on my relationship with Jesus Christ and focused on how I need to be living.

My daily posts will not always be on the serious side, some of what I write is just stuff, but there is always my faith running through all I put up, because my faith is who I am every day.  I try to be the same in everything I do, I am a child of God first and foremost, and everything else after that is because of the relationship I have with Jesus Christ. I am just me, I am funny, quirky, serious, loving, but in all those things I am still a child of the Most High, the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End. 

When you come to my blog, you may find something funny and completely void of scripture references, or you may find a weekly meme, what I am trying to say is this: I am a child of God, regardless of whether my daily blog post has scripture running through it. I am a child of God, I am a Mother, Wife, Daughter, Sister, and Friend, who says I can't multi-task!  Let me re-iterate, my failures do not define me, nor do yours define you!

 I believe in the sun even when it is not shining. I believe in love even when I feel it not. I believe in God even when He is silent. *Written on a wall in a concentration camp*

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It's a Friday Follow Kind of Day

Hey everyone, Good morning, once again it is time for Friday Follow with Hearts make Families, One to try, and Midday Escapades.  They are also linking up with Toothsoap for a wonderful giveaway, so go on over and check it out. I am wishing you a Happy Friday Follow and a wonderful Mother's Day weekend!

 I believe in the sun even when it is not shining. I believe in love even when I feel it not. I believe in God even when He is silent. *Written on a wall in a concentration camp*

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Thursday, May 6, 2010


I thought it was time to update on my weight loss status.  I am still at 20lbs down, but I wanted to let you know how I have been doing it. 

I found this great website calorie counter it is a blessing.  You can track everything you eat, all your exercise and weight loss trends.  It truly is amazing. 

Over the past few months I have learned to only eat what my body needs, not just what I want.  I used to eat whenever I wanted with little regard to whether I actually needed to eat.  Now I eat when my body is hungry, I eat to live.  I no longer live to eat.  It is very freeing to be able to say what I just said. 

My day usually start with coffee, and then moves on to food.  Sometimes I will choose to eat fruit in the morning, like an orange.  They are sweet, have fiber and seem to make my morning even better.  There are times I will have two eggs scrambled with salt and pepper, then I put it on toasted sandwhich thins...they are only 100 calorie bread thins.  This makes a good breakfast!  For lunch I will have a huge salad (just greens) and a boneless, skinless chicken breast, with Newman's Own Low Fat Sesame Ginger Dressing, only 35 calories for 2 tbsp.  Dinner is something similar to lunch. 

I do buy snacks, but they are the healthy snacks.  For example; Laughing cow cheese (35 cals), special k bars (90 cals), a hersheys nugget w/almonds (1 @40 cals), a half cup of low fat cottage cheese (80-100 cals), these are all healthy low fat snacks that won't undo all your hard work.  One other thing I just love to snack on is good old Edemame (soybeans), I buy a bag of frozen and when I am in the mood for something salty and yummy I thaw some out and snack on those, now that's what I'm talkin' about!

I believe in the sun even when it is not shining. I believe in love even when I feel it not. I believe in God even when He is silent. *Written on a wall in a concentration camp*

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Born Again

I believe in the sun even when it is not shining. I believe in love even when I feel it not. I believe in God even when He is silent. *Written on a wall in a concentration camp*

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I've been tagged by Ellie over @Ella's Edge, isn't that sweet.  I believe this is the first time I have been tagged so here goes...

Question 1. Where were you 5 years ago?
My family had just moved here from Brookings, over on the Oregon Coast. We lived about 3 minutes from the beach/ocean, so we spent a lot of weekends there.

Question 2. Where would you like to be 5 years from now?
Living here in Oregon, and experiencing almost empty nest syndrome.  Let's see two of my sons will be out of high school by then, another one will be in 11th grade and my daughter will be in 7-8th grade.  I would like to be able to say I am published but I won't be holding my breath. I want to be alive.

Question 3. What was (is) on your list to do today?
To develope some more of the story I am writing.  I have lunch with a good friend @12:30 at our store.  Shower. Eat healthy. Pick up daughter after school.  Pay some bills.  Cook dinner.  Live.

Question 4. What 5 snacks do you enjoy?
Special K bars.  Dark chocolate hershey nuggets w/almonds.  Edamame.  Oranges. Laughing cow cheese w/healthy crackers.

Question 5. What would you do if you were a billionaire?
Tithe enormously.  Buy new homes for my parents and my in-laws. Give to charities for diabetes, cancer, and other various ones. Buy a home in Italy, Hawaii, and Switzerland. Live, love and laugh.

Now I have to tag five others, so here goes...

These are in no particular order and if you don't want to participate that is okay!

I believe in the sun even when it is not shining. I believe in love even when I feel it not. I believe in God even when He is silent. *Written on a wall in a concentration camp*

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Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Part 1...Mary's Story

She had no idea that he was watching her at this very minute. She was getting ready to cross the busy highway for the first time that day. Nothing had gone right this morning, absolutely nothing. First her math book had gone missing, as well as her homework that she had folded neatly and put inside the front cover. Then Shep their collie had caused her to spill her breakfast all over her brand new clean clothes, forcing her to change into something she hadn’t planned on wearing until warmer weather.

To top everything off, her older brother Scott had given her a hard time about her choice of boyfriends, friends in general and her attitude towards their parents.  She wished he would just mind his own business for once.  Just because Scott was the oldest didn't mean he had to interfere with her life all the time.  He acted more like a parent than a brother, if you asked her.

After gathering her bookbag, lunch, keys and purse, she headed outside. She looked both ways, making sure it was safe to cross; this was after all an extremely busy and dangerous highway. It had made the Top 100 Worst Highways in North America list in her local newspaper, The Sandyhill Courier. It was ran by the local butcher Hal Needham. 

I know, a butcher and a newspaperman, it is kind of an odd pairing, unless you know that Hal's father is the Great Harry Needham himself.  Harry Needham is the owner of The Sandyhill Courier and the mayor of Sandyhill Springs, the town this story takes place in, population 985.

She still didn’t know he was waiting and watching her from a distance of about 500 yards away. He was Johnny Dubois, her next door neighbor, and unbeknownst to her, Johnny was secretly stalking her everywhere she went. Her name is Mary, and she would love to change the name some day to Marissa, but probably would not for fear of hurting her parent’s feelings, as they named her after a cherished relative, her Great Aunt Mary Chatterley.

Johnny Dubois was 18, not much to look at, and had a record for petty crimes. He had been caught for shoplifting at the local Piggly Wiggly, gotten arrested for 3 DUI’S and various drunken disorderliness. Mary had all but ignored Johnny for most of his life, even though they had gone to school together for all but kindergarten and first grade. He was not someone she would normally hang out with or share her life with for that matter.

This did not go unnoticed by Johnny, not one little bit. He was getting tired of her holier-than-thou attitude towards him and his best friend Earl, and he was getting ready to show her how much it bothered him. He had a plan, but it wasn’t quite ready for implementation just yet.

Mary had once again successfully crossed the highway which the locals called Deaths Door. Many people had been killed both trying to cross on foot and also to navigate its windy and precariously narrow path by vehicle. Many a night went by that you could hear the sound of sirens on their way to rescue somebody in distress on that highway, or take them to the morgue to be identified by their next of kin. Either way, Deaths Door was dreaded by everyone who had to cross or commute it every day. Mary was one of them.

Mary was a senior at Sandyhill High, home of the undefeated Prairie Dogs, and for the most part had a grade point average of  3.0, sometimes a 3.5. Although she did carry a 4.0 for two semesters once, that had been clear back in the 8th grade, and this was high school, and it had proven to be much harder to get a perfect 4.0 than she had anticipated. Mary was happy with her 3.0 thank you very much, she had worked hard at it and it showed.

Today was going to be a good day, unless Mary ran into Mr. Bellenbaum her Math teacher. He was always on her case to join the Math Club before she graduated, just so she could say she had been in one club in her high school career. It was never going to happen, but he was like a dog with a bone when it came to The Math Club, OB-SESSED.

As Mary entered her homeroom she noticed Shelley her best friend wasn’t at her usual spot, in fact Shelley wasn’t even in the classroom yet. That was odd in itself. Shelley was never late for class and she was rarely absent from school. Mary made a mental note to call her as soon as she got a chance this morning.

That chance came sooner that she thought it would when Mrs. Scarpelli had to run out for an emergency phone call from her husband Bill who was a reporter at the local newspaper, The Sandyhill Courier.

Mary took out her phone and called Shelley’s cell, but it went directly to voice mail, now she was worried. Shelley was the kind of person who was tied inexplicably with her phone, and she never let it ring twice, let alone go to voicemail.

School could not get over fast enough for Mary, who worried that something might be terribly wrong with Shelley her dearest and best friend. The two had met when they were in utero, their mom’s happened to be the best of friends as well. Shelley and Mary were like two halves of a whole, and never far from each other. Lately though Shelley had seemed a bit distant as well as skinnier than usual.

Mary had meant to ask what was up but it never seemed a good time, so she had put it off, now wishing she hadn’t. What if something were seriously wrong? What would she do if Shelley was seriously ill? Mary had to get a grip and then she had to find out what was going on, now!

© 2010 Shannon M. King.
This publication is the exclusive property of Shannon M. King and is protected under the US Copyright Act of 1976 and all other applicable international, federal, state and local laws. The contents of this post/story may not be reproduced as a whole or in part, by any means whatsoever, without consent of the author, Shannon M. King. All rights reserved.

Stay tuned for Part 2 of this story next week same time.

I believe in the sun even when it is not shining. I believe in love even when I feel it not. I believe in God even when He is silent. *Written on a wall in a concentration camp*

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Tuesday, May 4, 2010

A Scary Story

 I will tell you a story about when I dated a…Murderer.  This is a true story.


I was living at home still, as I was only about 17, and not yet out on my own. My family life was semi-normal, I guess. I will explain what I mean by...I guess.


My father was a part time pastor and part time mechanic/truck driver, depending on his mood at the time. He hopped from job to job like a frog hops from lily pad to lily pad. If he wasn’t happy with the church we would leave and find another one, and it was the same story if he wasn’t happy with his job as a mechanic/truck driver. So growing up, you could say we moved a lot. Making good friends was hard to do and we rarely had time for that kind of thing, as we were constantly moving.

I grew up with all manors of rules and regulations, mostly taken from the very conservative churches we attended. There was the girls don’t wear pants or makeup rule, and the don’t speak unless spoken too rule, also children are to be seen and not heard rule, and the read your Bible every day, and go to church every time the door is open rule. Of course, there are many more but I really don’t wish to relive them all.


By the time I was a teenager we had moved several times, to several cities in California, and Oregon as well. This story finds me in Talent, Oregon somewhere in my 16-17th year. I was in a rather rebellious state at the time and hanging out with my friends who drank a little, smoked a little, etc, etc. One of them had a friend they wanted me to meet, and he seemed to be a nice guy so we started to hang out! I am calling it hanging out because we really never went on a date per se. We were just together.


I had already given away my precious virginity so we were involved in that kind of a relationship. I was floundering in school and at home, and getting more and more away from what my parents had tried but failed to teach me. I knew what the Bible said about sex before marriage, but because my parents never spoke ONE word about it to me, I didn’t really get why it was so important to wait. I did not know that what I had was SACRED, so I just gave it away.


This man was supposedly just out of the ARMY and on medical discharge, later I found this to be a lie, like most of what he told me. He also told me he had been abandoned as a baby and was in and out of foster homes until his grandparents took him and raised him themselves. Another lie. We hung out and partied mostly, but one day we were going through his duffel bag and there was a Black Hand gun in it, at the time I did not really think much, He told me the ARMY issued it to him and I believed him. He had been very quiet one day so I tried to get him to open up to me, but instead he got very angry and grabbed the necklace I was wearing and yanked it off my neck and then threw me into a shed wall. My friend walked around the corner of the trailer right then and saw him running through the door. My friend asked me what happened, I told him nothing and ran after my boyfriend to apologize. Yes, I apologized and he promised never to hurt me again. Another lie.


He started to get very scary and threatening with me, and I no longer thought I could trust him. At the time I was working at Burger King part time and stayed over at his place one night, when we got there it was just an empty shell of an apartment. No furniture, no dishes, nothing. We had to sleep on the dirty floor. He was just so angry at the time, like a ticking time bomb, I was truly frightened that night. I felt that I had to get away to somewhere safer, somewhere away from him. Days later I was reading an article in the paper and saw an ad for the Job Corp, it was perfect and after begging my parents to let me join, it was a done deal. I never did tell my parents about the abuse or fear I lived with. I still haven’t to this day. He was terribly controlling, and would make me walk him to work every day, and he hated knowing I had other friends who wanted some of my time as well, especially if they were men.

So off I went to Washington and into the Job Corp. There I met a lot of very friendly dysfunctional people, much like myself. I became very popular with the guys and had a few relationships in a very short time period. One with a drug dealer, one with a domineering Samoan, and one with a sweet, sweet guy, of course none of those worked out, mostly because we were all dysfunctional in one way or another. One night my boyfriend called me from Oregon to tell me that if I didn’t come home he would kill my family. I can almost remember the very fear I felt that night. It didn’t take me long to concoct a good reasonable story to tell my counselors, to get them to send me home.


Not long after the phone call I was home. My boyfriend knew I had come home, and he showed up at my door. I told him he couldn’t come in but that I would walk him to work if that was what he wanted. We walked to work and on the way I told him I didn’t think I could see him anymore. This made him angry but for some reason or another, he did not hurt me, maybe it was because we were in a public setting I don’t know. It was probably a God thing, now that I think about it, but at the time I just dismissed it. Anyway, I broke up with him at his work and told him to never call me and to never come by my home again. I told him the relationship was not a healthy one and he was abusive and I could not live that way. As I walked away, he yelled and cursed, and I could hear him all the way down the street. I later learned he lost his job due to his anger and drinking problem.


For the next couple weeks I stayed out of sight mostly at home. When I would see my friends they would tell me strange things, like he’s looking for you, and he’s mad. I would say well what is he saying that for, and they would tell me he’s angry and wants to kill you. A lot of people say I’m going to kill so and so, but they don’t really mean it. He knew where I lived so if he wanted to kill me why didn’t he come by the house? This is something I have thought on for many years, and the only thing I can think of is God protected me and put a shield of some sort over my house.


Literally 2 weeks had gone by since I broke up with him and I was sitting on the floor of my living room watching the news. The breaking news story was of 2 men who had kidnapped, raped, and shot two women hitch-hikers execution style, there on the screen was my ex-boyfriend and a man I had met only once, now accused of murder. Not too much longer and I had a visit from the District Attorneys office, they wanted to talk to me about my relationship with the men in custody. This led to many hours of going over my history with them, and then of course the testimony for their trials. The District Attorney and I became fast friends and corresponded by mail for many years, although now I have lost track of him.


The trials were hard on my family and on me. I had many a sleepless night wondering why it wasn’t me he had killed. Why did those innocent women have to die, he had wanted to kill me, why didn’t he? The nightmares were an every night occurrence, and they took many years to work through. I started to drink more heavily and blamed the deaths of those women on myself. I should have been the one to die; I said this over and over again  many times. The trials dragged on for years. They were both convicted and sentenced to life without parole, with my testimony as help. He tried to escape once to come after us who had testified against him, and I found out when two officers came to my door to see if I was okay? They told me he had escaped but was caught soon after; he wanted to get revenge on those of us responsible for his sentence. I was all of 18 at the time.


He got himself a new trial and I had to go through the whole thing over again…he was given the same sentence, but that did not stop him from trying once more. I was married and had 3 children by now. As little as 5 years ago I had a visit from someone involved in his case that wanted me to go over my history with him once more, and I wonder today if I’ll ever be free from that time in my life. I still look over my shoulder wondering if he escaped and has come to kill me, I still think about those poor women and how they were abused and killed, I still wonder why God didn’t let him take my life instead…but I guess I will never know until I can ask God myself. I wonder when someone will knock on my door again in regards to his case. I wonder, will I ever be free from that memory, probably not.

(I did find out that he wasn't abandoned as a baby, or bounced around from foster home to foster home, nor was he medically discharged from the ARMY. He was a sick person who was extremely dysfunctional and hard to manage as a child.  Also he was dishonorably discharged from the ARMY for something, I don't remember now what it was.  He is just another pyschopath, and I had the misfortune to meet up with him at a very vulnerable time in my life.)

The one thing I would tell you parents, please be involved in your childs life. Ask them where they are going and who they are hanging out with.  Spend time with your children, don't be their best friend but let them know they can come to you with anything.  Talk to them about sex, drugs and alcohol, even if it is uncomfortable.  I would like to think that if my parents had taken the time to talk to me about those things, maybe just maybe, I would have given more thought to what I was involved with.  Again, my parents did the best they knew how, after all I turned out pretty good, but I do wish certain things could have been different.

*I believe in the sun even when it is not shining.  I believe in love even when I feel it not.  I believe in God even when He is silent.  *Written on a wall in a concentration camp*

Monday, May 3, 2010

Advance Notice on A Scary Story

Hey ya'll, just want to warn you let you know that tomorrow I will be posting a very serious post.  It is something that has taken me years to actually put down on paper, which has forced me to relive the incident in my mind.  This is a necessary evil though, in order to put it out there for others to learn from.

 I took a long time to write it down and to make sure it was both easily understood and easy to read.  I truly hope that you come by and maybe even take something away from the story.  It is my hope that my experience can touch someone else who may be going through something difficult and possibly similar to my story. I hope to see many of you here tomorrow, thanks and God bless in advance.

I believe in the sun even when it is not shining. I believe in love even when I feel it not. I believe in God even when He is silent. *Written on a wall in a concentration camp*

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Spring Into Reading Giveaway

Cheri @Author Blog and her sister Mel @Writings, Musings and Other Such Nonsense are having a Spring into Reading giveaway due to arriving at 100 followers each. Here is what you need to do and how many entries you will get:

1 Entry if you have followed this blog after May 3rd.
2 Entries if you have followed this blog before May 3rd.
2 Entries if you follow both me and Cheri.
1 Entry if you Tweet or post on FaceBook.
1 Entry if you post about it in your blog.

So go do your thing and let them know in a comment on one of their blogs, then check back on Monday May 10th and see if you be da are the peasy just like they say!

“I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. What I can do, I should do and With the help of God, I will do." ~Everette Hale

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Sunday, May 2, 2010

May 3rd Mega Post...Reflections

This is a reflection on who I met and what I enjoyed most about the A-Z Challenge issued by Arlee Bird over @tossing it out for the month of April.  Arlee is the reason all this has happened, and I am forever changed because of meeting him.

The list of writers, poets, and photographers listed below are in no way in order of favorites, as everyone I have met in this challenge is a favorite of mine.  I am only listing a few, but please know that I am thankful  for each and every one of you that participated in the challenge issued from Arlee @tossing it out!

Let's take for instance Yvonne @Welcome To My World of Poetry.  She has a remarkable way of writing poetry and pulling you in. She is a wonderful commentor who never fails to make me feel like I did a good job on my piece for the day.  I have enjoyed her posts ever so much, and feel like I made a new friend in her as well. Yvonne, you are a peach.

Of course I have to talk about Gregg @Gospel Driven Disciples.  This has been such a sweet reunion of families, I can't even begin to tell you how sweet it is.  Gregg and his wife are old "Best Friends" to my parents and their children and my brother and I grew up together, for awhile anyway.  We were a tight knit group, who did everything together it seemed. Us kids played all sorts of games together, went skating in the cul-de-sac, the girls and I made mud pies and pretended to cook wonderful food under the Walnut tree, we even hunted for blue belly lizards together. God used this challenge to bring us back together again, and I am forever grateful!   Gregg is a wonderful writer with a wealth of knowledge that astounds me every time I read something he has written. Gregg, so glad to know you all over again.

Rae over @Porch Ponderings with Rae always has a sweet comment to make on my blog post, she is a wonderful writer herself i,f I may say so.  She certainly has a witty way of writing, that is for sure, as I have enjoyed reading many of her posts. Rae, I am so happy to have met you.

Leo over @Symphony is a wonderful poet who I am better off for knowing. I cannot wait to read more of his stuff in the future. Leo, glad to have met you.

The Alliterative Allomorph is wonderful at alliteration, and that is the understatement of the year.  She can just turn a phrase like no one else, and I have enjoyed her posts very much.  She is someone I can see myself returning to on a more regular basis, as what she writes is very interesting indeed.  Happy to have met you.

Ron @The Old Geezer Blog is such a sweetie.  He has been a wonderful cheerleader for this challenge, and has worked hard to read and comment often.  Wonderfully glad to have met you Ron.

Over at Bry's place @trying to reason, I have found some hilarious posting going on.  She has done a wonderful job and is a joy to read as well. So very happy to have met you Bry.

Fifi @Fifi's Flowers has posted some absolutely lovely pictures from Paris.  She is a wonderful blogger and I do so enjoy her Virual tour of Paris she has been doing this month of April.  Such beautiful and exquisite paintings she has shared as well as some very wonderful looking photos of food and settings.  I have so enjoyed living vicariously through your wonderful posts of Paris.

Bud @B-e-ing Transformed is a wonderful friend.  He is so honest and open in his writing, and I so enjoy that.  He is a sweetie and has read and commented on many of my posts and I thank him for that! Bud so glad to have you as a friend and a brother.

Wanda @The Watered Soul is a sweetie and I feel I made another good friend in her. I have so enjoyed the comments she has made and also reading her wonderful posts. So very glad to have met you Wanda.

The writings and reviews over at Alex J. Cavanaugh's place are over the top great.  Alex is a wonderful writer as well as someone who makes an awesome effort to comment on my humble blog. Thanks Alex, I am glad to have made your acquaintence.

Ellie over at Ella's Edge is just as sweet as can be.  She has such a wonderful blog, you just have to go see for yourself.  Ellie, thanks so much for all the commenting and encouraging you did on my blog posts, it has been so nice getting to know you.

I have to say that one of my favorite finds has been Ruby over @Blabbin' Grammy.  She is such a sweetie, who has so much to share.  Her stories of days gone by are wonderfully detailed and take you right to the place and time she is talking about.  Reading her posts is like sitting at her kitchen table having a muffin and a wonderful visit with her.  It feels like I found another Grandma in her, and I will definitely be keeping in touch. Ruby, you are a breath of fresh air and I am so glad to call you a friend.

I have met so many wonderful people and for that I am grateful.  Arlee probably had no idea how big this challenge would grow to be, but I am forever in his debt because of it. The people I have met are all wonderful and I feel like because of this challenge, I have a much bigger circle of friends to share life with. I also feel I have become a better writer as well. I have a larger group of blogs to follow and comment on, but that is a good thing, for I say you can never have too many friends, now enemies...that is something entirely different. I have made no enemies here, just wonderful friends and I thank you for enriching my life even more.

I am sending out a BIG Thankyou to all who participated in this Challenge not just to the ones named above...THANKYOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY EVER LOVIN' PEA PICKIN' HEART!  Take a minute and give yourselves a well deserved round of applause, you certainly deserve it.

“I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. What I can do, I should do and With the help of God, I will do." ~Everette Hale

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Brighter Day

“I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. What I can do, I should do and With the help of God, I will do." ~Everette Hale

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