tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66645926093703881852024-03-05T21:45:46.368-05:00Tangled WebsDreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-87411530087863903912023-08-11T21:54:00.000-04:002023-08-11T21:54:28.337-04:00Once Upon a Tear Drop<p> My life has gotten so heavy </p><p>Over many a year and day.</p><p>Things I thought I knew for sure</p><p>Only seems to get in my way.</p><p>It only takes a moment</p><p>To change the way things seem.</p><p>An action undone or a word unsaid</p><p>Could have saved my dream.</p><p><br /></p><p>I searched deep inside my soul and heart</p><p>To find what had been lost</p><p>And realized the road I followed</p><p>Had too big a cost.</p><p>So once upon a teardrop,</p><p>I decided to move up</p><p>And build a life meant for me.</p><p>Filling up my cup.</p><p><br /></p><p>Some things had to take second place</p><p>To let my spirit soar. </p><p>To let my talents take me</p><p>Where I've never been before.</p><p>Happiness is knowing</p><p> Who you are within.</p><p>To have a perfect ending</p><p>You must know where to begin.</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-68272328575662195072019-10-30T00:02:00.000-04:002019-10-30T00:02:28.460-04:00Coffee, Brain in a cupThe first thing in the morning<div>
Do not say a word</div>
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To me before my coffee</div>
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Has a chance to calm my nerves.</div>
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To get between me and that first cup</div>
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Is risking life and limb.</div>
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I'm not responsible for my actions</div>
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If it's still filled to the brim.</div>
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That first sip, hot and sweet</div>
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Flashes to my brain.</div>
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Sparking to all those neurons</div>
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The ones that keep me sane.</div>
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Now I can face the day</div>
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and the world is safe again</div>
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Until I feel that need</div>
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Pushing me again.</div>
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Keep it coming again and again.</div>
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An addiction I embrace.</div>
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I keep my brain in my cup.</div>
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So I'm not running in place.</div>
Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-32332203386043604532019-10-17T21:33:00.000-04:002019-10-17T21:33:40.084-04:00Diamond No matter where life takes me,<br />
How much my troubles shake me,<br />
Your strength and love sustains me.<br />
You're my diamond in a life of coal.<br />
I'm your love and you are mine,<br />
Together till the end of time.<br />
You're my diamond in a life of coal.<br />
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In the darkness, I look for your light.<br />
In the endless tunnel, I hear your cry<br />
" I'm here for you" and it calms my fright.<br />
Awake or sleeping, you're by my side.<br />
You're my diamond in a life of coal.<br />
I'm your love and you are mine,<br />
Together till the end of time.<br />
You're my diamond in a life of coal.<br />
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A mist from the depth of my soul<br />
Tries to snuff out your love's glow.<br />
To get me to hang it up, my cards to fold.<br />
But I know your love's mine to have and hold.<br />
You're my diamond in a life of coal.<br />
I'm your love and you are mine,<br />
Together till the end of time.<br />
You're my diamond in a life of coal. <br />
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You helped me defeat that endless pain.<br />
I have joy in my life again.<br />
I know we're not just lovers, we are also friends.<br />
You're my diamond in a life of coal.<br />
I'm your love and you are mine,<br />
Together till the end of time.<br />
You're my diamond in a life of coal.<br />
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<br />Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-44340871967027500242019-10-15T18:53:00.001-04:002019-10-15T18:53:47.094-04:00Well, it's been a long time since I've posted something here. I'm retired (sort of lol) and enjoying having more free time. Watch this space.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-53948990404541983692017-02-06T11:33:00.000-05:002017-02-06T11:33:24.390-05:00 Outlaw<br />
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Just what is an outlaw? Could be someone who is truly evil, who thinks only about what life and others can bring to him for his pleasure or enrichment, who enjoys inflicting pain on others to make him feel in control. But there other kinds of outlaws as well. Often one man's outlaw is another man's hero, the one who wants to change things for the better in a dark and crazy world. My outlaw is that kind of man, one who will always defend and protect what is his and mine. I'd like to introduce you.<br />
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My Outlaw<br />
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He's my six foot one bundle of fun<br />
He makes me laugh day after day.<br />
When things get serious and my life is a fright<br />
He knows just what to do to make it all right.<br />
He's my gun toting, heart- roping,<br />
18 wheeler, truck- driving cowboy.<br />
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When I call him cause I need him<br />
He puts the hammer down.<br />
Doesn't matter how far away he is<br />
He races through the towns.<br />
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He holds my heart in his big hands<br />
And stops my tears with a kiss.<br />
I feel so safe in his strong arms.<br />
Life can't get much better than this.<br />
He's my gun toting, heart- roping,<br />
18 wheeler, truck- driving cowboy.<br />
<br />
Don't need a mansion up on a hill.<br />
I don't need no drugs to get a thrill.<br />
All I need is his lips on mine,<br />
His loving is like being drunk on wine.<br />
He's my gun toting, heart- roping,<br />
18 wheeler, truck- driving cowboy.<br />
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<br />Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-22186364074232533692012-06-04T00:44:00.001-04:002012-06-04T00:47:58.965-04:00sweet surrenderIs One Enough?<br />
<br />
One scoop,two scoops, three scoops, four.<br />
Lining up flavors and toppings galore,<br />
Bananas under, whipped cream on top.<br />
With sprinkles and cherries, I can't seem to stop.<br />
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But I wait, the best part has not arrived.<br />
My love approaches with swift strides.<br />
He picks up a spoon and slides into bed <br />
And I open my mouth and prepare to be fed.<br />
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He dribbles onto my skin, on purpose, I'm sure.<br />
As his tongue snakes out my mind starts to blurr.<br />
He's quick and through, not missing a drop.<br />
Until I thought my heart would stop.<br />
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I returned the favor and I'm quite sure<br />
No two ever enjoyed a banana split more.<br />
Over and under, upside and down<br />
Until it was gone to the last trace of brown.<br />
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dreamhaven<br />
<br />Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-82572775094169258682011-05-08T21:42:00.000-04:002011-05-08T21:42:14.493-04:00Mother's DayBoth a happy and sad day for me. I got to spend it with my children and grandchildren, while greatly missing my sister and mom, who died less than a year apart. These were my tributes to them<br />
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Dear Mom<br />
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You're home again, <br />
In Daddy's arms</div>
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Dancing as you used to.</div>
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Your eyes aglow with love for him,</div>
His smiling back at you.<br />
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Standing nearby is Aunt Pat and Sis</div>
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Waiting to take their turn</div>
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To welcome you to that special place</div>
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That God's prepared for you.</div>
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We who wait on earth below</div>
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Will miss you but we know</div>
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You're out of pain and flying free</div>
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Watching over us here below.</div>
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Say hello to all who are waiting there.</div>
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Sometime in the future we'll be</div>
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Joining all of you up there,</div>
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Flying high with spirit free. </div>
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Till we meet again, Mom.</div>
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I love you.</div>
<br />
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Betty<br />
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Sandra<br />
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Sister of ours, Betty and Frank.<br />
Angel in flight<br />
Needing no
light to guide her way.<br />
Daughter to Shirley and Frank,<br />
Released from this
Earth,<br />
Another light to show us the way.<br />
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Beloved of all,<br />
Revered by
her children Lori and Keith.<br />
Eager to help when she could.<br />
Never looking
to serve only herself.<br />
Now God has chosen to end her pain<br />
And give her a
new body, whole and good.<br />
New angel waiting to soar. <br />
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Death. It may be the end of life but for those who believe, it is also the beginning. A passage to a new life, with friends and family waiting on the other side.</div>
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My mom passed away on Sunday, Feb. 27. My sister will have been gone a year tomorrow. Somehow, they both managed to let me know that they are ok. At the Christmas Eve service, we lit candles to celebrate the birth of Christ. When I tried to blow it out, it relit not once, but twice. I think my Aunt Pat was there too. When we had the luncheon after Mom's burial on Thursday, we had brought 2 vases of flowers from the service. I went back many hours later to pick them up and realized they were nearly dead because no one thought to replace the water in the vases. I brought them home and cut off the ends and placed them in water. They were a sad bunch of flowers. I got up this morning and they had all recovered, even the daisies. My personal reassurance that Mom arrived safely.</div>
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I wrote this at the wake on Tuesday<br />
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Dear Mom<br />
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You're home again, in Daddy's arms,</div>
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Dancing as you used to.</div>
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Your eyes aglow with love for him,</div>
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His smiling back at you.<br />
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Standing nearby is Aunt Pat and Sis</div>
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Waiting to take their turn</div>
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To welcome you to that special place</div>
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That God's prepared for you.<br />
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We who wait on earth below</div>
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Will miss you but we know</div>
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You're out of pain and flying free</div>
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Watching over us here below.<br />
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Say hello to all who are waiting there.</div>
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Sometime in the future we'll be</div>
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Joining all of you up there,</div>
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Flying high with spirit free. <br />
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Till we meet again, Mom.</div>
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I love you.</div>
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Betty</div>
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When you reveal something about yourself to another person, you must trust that they can appreciate it's importance to you, accepting that it is part of who you are whether or not it's something you plan to, or need to , change.<br /><br />Revelations<br /><br />Reluctant to bring it into the light.<br />Taking a chance with both love and life.<br />Will he know what I'm trying to say<br />Or would my revelations chase him away.<br /><br />I have so many layers and masks that I wear.<br />Trying to fit in without laying bare<br />All that I am and want to be.<br />Trying to be what he wants me to be<br />Won't work for long, my soul starts to ache.<br />My spirit is cramped, wants to fly into space.<br /><br />To give him a glimpse of the woman I am.<br />I don't need a prince,I need a man<br />Who will encourage my dreams, free me to fly.<br />But give me safe haven when day's end draws nigh.<br /><br />Have to take that chance, a crack, just to start.<br />Giving a glimpse of what goes on in my heart.<br />The reveal will happen, a layer at a time.<br />Until my inner self starts to shine.<br /><br />If he's blinded by the light<br />Or if my truth causes him fright,<br />Then I will know it's not meant to be.<br />After all, I must be true to me.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-11344939168757111792010-08-17T19:37:00.000-04:002010-08-17T20:18:32.479-04:00In The palm of His Hand.Palms. Everyone has two of them. You can hold something gently because it is delicate or frightened. You can use them to grip tightly to keep something from dropping or getting away. You can put them together to applaud a person,a performance or to express happiness. But the best palms of all belong to God. I usually stay away from truly sad poems but this one wants to be written.<br /><br />In The Palms Of His Hands<br /><br />Where are the lost<br />Who fell between the cracks?<br />Children of the streets,<br />With none to watch their backs.<br /><br />They hang around the bars<br />Hoping at least to find<br />Someone who will take them home that night<br />For whatever they have in mind.<br /><br />Bodies and minds aging faster<br />Than they were ever meant to be.<br />Huddling in doorways or empty boxes<br />Trying to find some peace in sleep.<br /><br />But the cold steals through their ragged clothes<br />And rats run across their feet.<br />The terrors that their parents sowed<br />Are the tragedy they reap.<br /><br />Sometimes at night the angels come<br />To take them to a place<br />Where they can be a child again<br />Far from this ugly space.<br /><br />Please don't turn away when you see<br />These children of the street.<br />You could be their savior,<br />Their voice when they can't speak.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-20395387767206400732010-07-28T22:11:00.000-04:002010-07-28T22:35:24.096-04:00A Long Time PastSometimes I'm so tired I could just scream. There have been so many changes in my life and I was letting them pull me down. This weeks theme is a great chance to pull my thoughts together and reach for the light.<br /><br />Star Shining<br /><br />I let the darkness take me.<br />It was hard to care<br />Enough to continue.<br />So many losses<br />Tears flowing faster<br />Than I could <br />Wipe them away.<br />A whisper in my ear,<br />My grandchildren playing,<br />Heard as if<br />They were far,far away.<br />The music of the earth<br />Muffled by my sorrow.<br />The wind of chance<br />Taking so many away.<br /><br />I hid in my computer<br />Not wanting to face<br />That those I loved<br />Were truly gone.<br />As God healed my heart,<br />A glimmer of light shone<br />And slowly grew brighter.<br />They are not gone.<br />My sister is out of pain<br />Dancing with my Dad <br />And aunt in Heaven.<br />The others, while not related<br />Are waiting for me too.<br /><br />I'm once again joining<br />The music all around me.<br />God's light surrounds me<br />Bringing comfort<br />To my soul.<br />The stars above are brighter<br />Than they've ever been before.<br />And I look forward to finding<br />The person God has <br />Put aside to make me whole.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-85153800779677704872010-06-10T17:18:00.000-04:002010-06-12T19:11:12.653-04:00Lollipop, LollipopCandy is often a gift of the heart (Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, Christmas, anniversaries,Easter, etc.) It comes in so many delightful forms, limited only by the expertise of the artist. Bars, bricks,flowers, drops, flat, ribboned and even spun. What would a carnival or circus be without cotton candy, not the bagged stuff, but the one you watch be spun and twisted into an airy confection that disappears on your tongue. Candy is the dieters devil, luring you off that chocolate wagon to swim in a pool of dark velvety softness.<br /><br />CONFECTIONS<br /><br />A nougat bar is a delight<br />A truffle melts like a dream<br />Solid bars of dark chocolate lines<br />The road to OZ for me .<br />Jawbreakers truly live up to their name.<br />The candy, round and hard,<br />Layers upon layers of sweetness<br />"Oh, where's that dentist's card?"<br /><br />A young boy stands shyly with<br />A heart-shaped box in his hand.<br />Ready to give to his very first crush.<br />Isn't first love grand?<br /><br />His first date made him nervous.<br />Flowers and chocolates held tight.<br />With trembling hands he gives them to her.<br />She was a beautiful sight.<br /><br />"The flowers are lovely,<br />Please pin them on me.<br />But I hope you understand<br />That while I dearly love candy<br />I'm on a diet<br />And candy is contraband."<br />So he turned with a bow<br />To the mom standing there<br />And says "These are for you, my lady<br />A small gift from me to you<br />For allowing this date with your baby.<br /><br />So I raise a cup of hot chocolate high<br />In salute to family and friends.<br />But don't get between me and my chocolate<br />If you value your life, my friend.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-49141630013216020752010-06-06T21:07:00.000-04:002010-06-12T19:01:18.746-04:00WhitePoetry in Motion<br /><br />White clouds drifting by<br />Over the winter’s snow.<br />A white wolf stands howling<br />To his pack far below.<br />A snowshoe hare running<br />Over a crisp, sparkling snow.<br />A snowy owl flies silently,<br />Looking for prey below.<br />The winter moon moves slowly<br />Across the clear night sky.<br />Silence and peace fill my soul.<br />How I wish that I could fly.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-79455658087381675372010-06-03T20:19:00.000-04:002010-06-03T21:48:43.369-04:00White,wrinkled, petsI've been absent for awhile with computer problems and other things, so I thought I try to combine the last three TT's.<br /><br />What would mankind be without pets? They can become your best friend, a sounding board, a way to meet other people. They have been proved to lower blood pressure, bring a way for some people to reach out beyond their emotional shell, give a purpose to life by caring for them.<br /><br />Wrinkles. They can cause a lot of people anxiety about their looks but they can also be a badge of honor. Wrinkles can also be something that needs to be smoothed out, in clothing, in plans, in life.<br /><br />White. A surface to be written on, a blank canvas waiting for that first stroke of a brush. White is often considered the color of purity and innocence, both in fables and in ceremonies. A white stallion, a white unicorn, or a white hat, symbolizing strength and purity of purpose.<br /><br />So here I go again.<br /><br />A Blessing in Disguise<br /><br />Once my life seemed simple,<br />A wide road well traveled and straight<br />But you came along and twisted the page<br />Leaving me in the hands of fate.<br />I tried to smooth out the wrinkles,<br />The valleys and hills,<br />So I could once again find my way.<br />But all of my efforts did little<br />To change my direction,<br />My life remained dreary and grey.<br /><br />I went for a walk to clear my mind,<br />To the forest, dark and deep.<br />Followed a trail that led to a glen<br />Where I laid down to sleep.<br />A warm breath caressed my face and I<br />Opened my eyes to find<br />A figure of most dazzling white,<br />A warm smile and eyes so kind.<br /><br />She held in her hand a bundle of fur,<br />Or so it seemed to me.<br />"I bring you this gift to soothe your soul.<br />What will be, will be.<br /><br />His name is Nomad and he will be<br />Loyal, strong and brave.<br />A wanderer as you've come to be,<br />To guide you on your way."<br />Then she vanished and I looked to find<br />A puppy in my grasp.<br />A smile that stretched from ear to ear,<br />A tail wagging quite fast.<br /><br />I took him home and raised him up.<br />He was everything she sad he would be.<br />And in the end, it was him<br />Who led you here to me.<br />You saw us in a park one day<br />And came over to say hi.<br />Love hit us like a bolt<br />Of lightning from the sky.<br />So I thank my guardian angel <br />For the gift she gave that day.<br />A teasured friend and companion<br />And a love that never fades.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-37967955576868696242010-05-14T20:35:00.000-04:002010-05-14T22:05:46.378-04:00ConfusionMy computer (3 months old) is in the shop,so I'm doing this on a friend's laptop. What is wrong with my computer is truly a mystery that will(hopefully) be quickly solved. <br />Some of my favorite books to read are mysteries. I love shows like Bones and NCIS. If things have gone missing, it's a mystery that must be solved.<br /><br />In Search Of<br /><br />One step,two steps<br />Three steps,four,<br />I worked my way <br />Across the floor.<br />Seaching high<br />And searching low.<br />Where oh where<br />Did that foolish thing go.<br /><br />Under the couch,<br />Behind the door,<br />On top of the table,<br />How many more<br />Places are there<br />For that thing to hide.<br />I must find it<br />I have my pride.<br /><br />The tv taunts me,<br />I can't watch my shows.<br />Where oh where<br />Did that remote go?<br />I'm slowly going <br />Out of my mind<br />I must get some help<br />Of a special kind.<br /><br />I turned to my tot<br />And said quite clear,<br />"Winry,is my remote near<br />Any place that you played,<br />Any place that you sat?"<br /><br />She gave me a look<br />And went straight to her box,<br />Dived into her toys<br />Had that remote<br />In a shot.<br /><br />"Horray" I cried,<br />And turned on the set.<br />Snuggled on the couch<br />With my tot and her pet.<br />Mystery solved and sanity reigns.<br />Don't want to go through that again.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-18222985035077669272010-05-06T10:27:00.000-04:002010-05-08T09:54:49.317-04:00Think PinkHow can a person think about pink and not think about Mother's Day. As a matter of fact, it's this Sunday, May 9th. I have so many reasons to be glad I'm a mom. Even though there has been much turmoil in their lives, my children have shown their true inner beauty time and time again. I am also graced with three wonderful grandchildren, 2 girls and a boy, each with their own special talents and ways of showing love. My only regret this Mother's Day is that my sister is not here with me, expecting the birth of her first grandchild. I hope that my niece will let me stand in for her from time to time.<br /><br />Pretty In Pink<br /><br />I gazed in wonder at her nose,<br />At all ten fingers <br />And ten little toes.<br />Skin as pink as a new dawn sky,<br />I gazed into my baby's eyes.<br /><br />In her first pink blanket<br />As soft as a cloud,<br />I wrapped her carefully.<br />And held her out<br />For her Dad to hold.<br />A newborn life<br />More precious than gold.<br /><br />But strangely enough<br />As my daughter grew older<br />Her view of pink <br />Grew colder and colder.<br />She hated Barbie <br />And all her pink stuff.<br />She rather run and fish, <br />Play ball and be tough.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong<br />She's a girl through and through<br />She wore dresses of other hues.<br />But to pink she would say, <br />"No thank you."<br />That's not who I am,<br />I am my own self.<br />You can just put that pink thing<br />Back on the shelf.<br /><br />Now she's a mom<br />And her daughter does not<br />Follow Mom's footsteps.<br />She likes pink a lot.<br />She's a little beauty,<br />So pretty in pink.<br />Even her mom must agree,<br />But only in small doses,<br />If you please.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-69228581525957633282010-04-28T21:30:00.000-04:002010-04-28T22:39:13.546-04:00Daisy, DaisyGive me your answer, do. <br />I'm half crazy<br />All for the love of you.<br />It won't be a stylish marriage,<br />I can't afford a carriage.<br />But you'll look sweet<br />Upon the seat<br />Of a bicycle built for two.<br /><br />So many styles and types of bicycles. The pink bicycle is a 1960 Spacelander.<br />The second two person bicycle is a Western Flyer Tandem.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJvHwK1wr-jKHqBZqc9Gj5yT-hvXJE-rELvt5TIxNkh1SWjP5MloIJdGuLYhk_ARtYKsAyoQ76EkgDTInBygQU-R5st7jOEWcuKaaxA-eWjg8dMRQoGn13i7aLe_KKzVyIiuu6ECyEm8WI/s1600/bicycles.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJvHwK1wr-jKHqBZqc9Gj5yT-hvXJE-rELvt5TIxNkh1SWjP5MloIJdGuLYhk_ARtYKsAyoQ76EkgDTInBygQU-R5st7jOEWcuKaaxA-eWjg8dMRQoGn13i7aLe_KKzVyIiuu6ECyEm8WI/s320/bicycles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465372090499334530" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLEGiuALCDt7yHLx0S-nu_7IhW_wWxg1AGjUDrPXA9VaxR3AGkjdVppzJrwy4MpCZnLr74ugKsqX8Nyxg1n-4JoD7COgSJnhzFlR9xCiGBcz-w1lJor8TZa-GXYrM60m6prrI9MJMV9wYl/s1600/bicycleD.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLEGiuALCDt7yHLx0S-nu_7IhW_wWxg1AGjUDrPXA9VaxR3AGkjdVppzJrwy4MpCZnLr74ugKsqX8Nyxg1n-4JoD7COgSJnhzFlR9xCiGBcz-w1lJor8TZa-GXYrM60m6prrI9MJMV9wYl/s320/bicycleD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465372036817357810" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnumb734q3B5JSU68lHnwpJi-FYHXVV_b7D159ipSIbkIohDEBkTZ8jmdld6o7DLiq15zSodcm27tyaGHUOnhgw9FUiNqecFdt8AS5oCTRAnVJfEUiwSWF73g6_udCbrkiY_4tqM4_rd2x/s1600/bicycleC.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnumb734q3B5JSU68lHnwpJi-FYHXVV_b7D159ipSIbkIohDEBkTZ8jmdld6o7DLiq15zSodcm27tyaGHUOnhgw9FUiNqecFdt8AS5oCTRAnVJfEUiwSWF73g6_udCbrkiY_4tqM4_rd2x/s320/bicycleC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465371982888019794" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbFRLDiqpHG5T9k8-uJxfWndiSACQILK_yhawkX4HTkOEyZOHwKqa305fy37WtU7NoAvCrTgGnHOqnnXLMFz5hYKURDtzeUyOBAdxY8gWECazEUYND1EtuBIECURgccKyyqpZC3jrf9Pb/s1600/bicycleB.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbFRLDiqpHG5T9k8-uJxfWndiSACQILK_yhawkX4HTkOEyZOHwKqa305fy37WtU7NoAvCrTgGnHOqnnXLMFz5hYKURDtzeUyOBAdxY8gWECazEUYND1EtuBIECURgccKyyqpZC3jrf9Pb/s320/bicycleB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465371936742802674" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGF1WkciLoKgOWpvvKTNM58FGWBemO0aT00ZP-dH5qi-Ci_zc6MKaoFx_4n8Eo5Xhmnb29re1liNA9Wdo-YS7WdSRbWM20BjC12jXoRKUBp-du4PFt2UaQLOqKqDO4fYmHwqsZXDoIFKv/s1600/bicycleA.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGF1WkciLoKgOWpvvKTNM58FGWBemO0aT00ZP-dH5qi-Ci_zc6MKaoFx_4n8Eo5Xhmnb29re1liNA9Wdo-YS7WdSRbWM20BjC12jXoRKUBp-du4PFt2UaQLOqKqDO4fYmHwqsZXDoIFKv/s320/bicycleA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465371861455048674" /></a><br /><br />On My Way<br /><br />When I was baby,my first ride<br />Was in a carriage, up so high.<br />When I was one I got four wheels<br />On a toddler rider.<br />You should have heard me squeal.<br />When I was two, my wheels became three.<br />A tricycle pushed by my very own feet.<br />When I was five, four wheels once again<br />A two-wheeled bike with training wheels for friends<br />At the age of six, I was ready to fly.<br />Off came the trainers, just my bike and I.<br />The world became larger as my legs grew stronger.<br />Taking me faster, my trips getting longer<br /><br /><br />At 16 my bicycle had an engine.<br />A motorcycle, a wonderful invention.<br />But for enjoying the world as I glide by,<br />Nothing beats my bicycle under the sky.<br />It benefits both the body and mind.<br />The enviorment too, no fumes left behind.<br />A wonderful trip for family and friends<br />A few miles and back, good food at the end.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-9872851259842448672010-04-22T10:22:00.000-04:002010-04-22T10:55:22.662-04:00DraftedHow many times have you found yourself drafted into doing something you really didn't want to do, a friend needs help, your child needs 3 dozen cupcakes Today, your child, now a mother, frantically looking for a babysitter as hers cancels out at the last minute. <br /> The blogspot is the home of the draft of the writing kind. You suddenly feel cold because of an unexpected draft. There are draft horses, gentle giants used for all kinds of farm chores. It is also a term used by race car drivers where you use the draft created by another car to move forward, I assume to save gas.<br /><br />Drat That Draft.<br /><br />I feel a little cold<br />But no matter what I do,<br />I can't find the hole<br />That draft is coming through.<br />The temperature is dropping,<br />The draft is getting stronger.<br />I have to find the source.<br />I can't stand it any longer.<br /><br />First I wet my finger<br />And hold out in front.<br />Seems to make no difference,<br />I continue to be stumped.<br />I see a feather drifting<br />And try to backtrack<br />It's floating flight but<br />It twists and turns.<br />No help there, alack.<br /><br />So I chose my final option.<br />A flame will surely show<br />The way to go to plug that hole<br />Letting in the cold.<br />I heard a gentle hissing<br />As I seemed to near the source<br />And suddenly I was flying<br />From an explosion's Tremendous force.<br /><br />And so my friends<br />My lesson learned<br />A simple one, it's true.<br />If you feel cold,<br />Wrap yourself up<br />Unless you like black and blue.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-36269205914400660582010-04-14T21:30:00.000-04:002010-04-15T10:55:11.597-04:00Another Mealtime PostLunch. On my shift it comes in the middle of the night. For others, it's in the middle of the day. You can meet friends for lunch, have a business lunch, have a three martini lunch (why is that drink so popular, anyway? must be a James Bond thing). And for those who can't get out of bed in time for breakfast, we have brunch. My favorite type of lunch is a picnic lunch. Finger foods, kisses and wine.<br /><br />In The Meadow<br /><br />Pleasant way to spend the day.<br />Idling the time away.<br />Not a cloud in the blue<br />Interrupting the view.<br />Casual dining, it's true.<br /><br />Lying on the blanket<br />Under the sun above<br />Near the one that I love<br />Cold chicken and wine<br />Hot love's on my mind.<br /><br />Pressing lips together,<br />Igniting the flames,<br />Now the blanket becomes their nest<br />Instead of wine,they drink each other,<br />Caressing the skin,slowly undress.<br /><br />Lovers exploring,learning to<br />Understand each other pleasures<br />Nearing the hard earned peak . <br />Inferno explodes,again and again.<br />Clearly the best of the desserts.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-82636376258123246982010-04-07T21:48:00.000-04:002010-04-08T11:05:27.425-04:00Hidden TreasuresBoxes come in all shapes and sizes. You have hat boxes, cereal boxes,shipping boxes,<br />shirt boxes,boxes with windows and boxes that hide what's inside. Boxes are some of the greatest toys ever. They can become a clubhouse,a spaceship,part of a costume, anything limited only by the imagination of a child. <br /><br />Treasures in the Attic<br /><br />I saw a box<br />That was made of wood.<br />I was sure that it<br />Held something good.<br />I pried open the top<br />And what did I find?<br />A treasure of things<br />From long ago times.<br /><br />There were hats and dresses,<br />Wigs with long tresses,<br />Gloves and shoes<br />Of varying hues.<br />A train and a doll,<br />Jacks and a ball.<br />A pile of old letters<br />But one thing even better.<br /><br />At the very bottom <br />Of that old box.<br />I found a diary<br />And the key for the lock.<br />I opened that book <br />And started to look<br />For the secrets hidden inside.<br />I was astonished, amazed<br />That back in those days<br />The secrets that were written within<br />Were something much like <br />Something I might write.<br />Life coming full circle again.<br /><br />I never had thought<br />Great grandmother taught<br />Her children much as I do mine.<br />She fell in love, broke her heart,<br />Thought they never would part.<br />Picked herself up<br />And started over again.<br />New love did bloom<br />Under the light of the moon<br />This one held true to the end.<br /><br />Although much has changed <br />Between then and now,<br />One thing will always be true.<br />If you hide your life<br />In a book in a box,<br />Someday someone will read about you.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-17584111368957362882010-03-31T11:56:00.000-04:002010-03-31T12:40:08.621-04:00Little BlessingsI know this is early, but my time is very limited today. Happy Easter, everyone.<br /><br />Yellow is such a wonderful warm color. It frequently is found in kitchens and nurseries, lending a feeling of peace and happiness. What a dull world it would be without yellow to remind us of the start of springtime, flowers of all types sharing this glorious color, daffodils,forsythia,tulips and roses. Even the humble dandelion comes into it's own, it's greens finding their way into our salads, the wonderful yellow flowers often gathered as a gift from a child to mother. How many of us have shared the fun of blowing the fluff from the flower, spreading the seeds to dance delightfully on the wind. <br /><br />A Sonnet to Yellow<br /><br /><br />Simple pleasures, little blessings.<br />The warmth of the sun caresses the face.<br />The yellow ducklings and baby chicks<br />Waddling towards the gate.<br /><br />The bright yellow of an Easter hat<br />With matching dress and purse<br />Puts a little girl in her Sunday best<br />As she heads out for the church.<br /><br />A child's laughter as she plucks<br />Yellow blossoms from the ground,<br />To share with those around her.<br />Truly is a joyful sound.<br /><br />The yolk of an egg,<br />The butter, fresh churned,<br />The banana put at the plate.<br />Even the yellow of corn can contribute<br />To a breakfast that's first rate.<br /><br />Gold is yellow that glistens.<br />It can sparkle in the stream.<br />But sometimes it can fool you,<br />Fools gold broke many a dream.<br /><br />The yellow brick road, for Dorothy,<br />Led to the Emerald city most fair.<br />She had a lot of adventures<br />On her way to getting there.<br /><br />The golden glow from our Lord's face<br />When he arose from the tomb<br />Spread His love for all to share.<br />Make sure you make some room.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-22070743537244517652010-03-24T22:16:00.000-04:002010-03-24T22:32:16.895-04:00A Sign of the TimesSo many things can be used as a sign. Paper,plastic,cloth or wood. Stone makes an enduring sign. Smoke trails can be a sign of fire or written across the sky for advertising. When a hunter tracks in the wood, many signs tell him what his prey has been doing and where it has gone. Body language can be a sign of how a person is feeling. So here's a brief take on<br /><br />It's a Sign Of The Times<br /><br />When the chidren learn<br />So much from computers.<br />It's a sign of the times<br />When reality shows<br />Outdraw the sitcoms.<br />It's a sign of the times<br />When love can be found<br />In so many ways.<br />It's a sign of the times<br />When marriages break up<br />50% of the time.<br />It's a sign of the times<br />When the Earth rebels<br />Because of what we do to it.<br />It's a sign of the times<br />That people are becoming more<br />Tolerant of differences<br />It's a sign of the times<br />That we want to go<br />Faster and faster.<br />It's a sign of the times<br />That one person can no longer<br />Support a family without help.<br />It's a sign of the time<br />That I have to go to work.<br />Goodnight and sweet dreams.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-9417126272573611092010-03-17T18:46:00.000-04:002010-03-17T19:42:28.926-04:00Break Your FastAccording to this, the first meal of your day is breakfast, no matter when you eat it.<br />It can be as simple as toast and coffee or as elaborate as a full buffet. Cold cereal, hot cereal, bacon, eggs, steak, homefries, the list goes on and on. Let's see if I can make you hungry.<br /><br />Get Your Engine Started.<br /><br />First thing in the morning,<br />The aroma rising up <br />From that very first cup of coffee,<br />Poured from the pot.<br />The waffle iron is heating up<br />Preparing to bake<br />That delicacy that can be enjoyed<br />So many different ways.<br />Top with butter, pour on the syrup<br />Or add fruit and whipped cream.<br />Baked with love, to share with friends<br />A breakfast lover's dream.<br /><br />The sizzle of the bacon,<br />Sausages or ham, <br />Crisping to a golden turn,<br />Cooking in the pan.<br />Don't throw that grease,<br />The eggs are next,<br />So many ways to make.<br />Sunny side up or scrambled,<br />Over-easy or baked.<br />The omelet here may reign supreme<br />A meal in itself, for sure.<br />Add ham or cheese or peppers<br />Spices, fresh ground and pure.<br />Add a side of hashbrowns<br />To provide even more allure.<br /><br />The smell of oatmeal and maypo,<br />Brings childhood to mind<br />With a glass of juice<br />And a side of toast,<br />To start the day off fine.<br /><br />So many items from the bakery<br />Compete for table space.<br />Doughnuts, muffins,<br />Croissants and scones<br />Find their way to your plate.<br /><br />Don't forget the liquids<br />To make the meal complete<br />Milk or tea, coffee or juice.<br />Makes all go down so sweet.<br /><br />So now my poem about breakfast<br />Is finished at last.<br />I'm so hungry that now I must<br />Go and break my fast.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-32295420303731406832010-03-11T20:32:00.000-05:002010-03-11T22:41:31.592-05:00Mama Kurata<div>I love hats. I have multiple cowboy hats, biker hats, a fedora. They can express your personality or be a part of a uniform. Police, firefighters, rangers, fast food workers, hunters and ballplayers all wears hats unique to their profession .<br /><br />My favorite hats are the ones I create for the Japanese animation conventions I go to with my family. I love to dress up in costume but there aren't many characters that someone my age can play. Then along came Kodocha. Mama Kurata has a grade school daughter,Sana, who is a TV star . One day, Mama and Sana visited a pet shop. A crazy little ground squirrel jumped on Mama's head and refused to get off. So Maro-Chan comes home to be a part of the family. Mama is a succesful author with a crazy sense of humor and a very unique view on hats. This means I get to do something different with her hats each year. The Mad Hatter hasn't got anything on me.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOgoKG6WSqCpvosuLy-wYQfGR87MZQ-pLAm92PZzHVugphRoQzl8hKNQaAl6da8lik2FuD_NXKaIbsd2YPn3TVGNMM-gtInkBr01oST7Mhu6vrwjGJuK50B6GyWpxBLGp6lAVYnZJ7Eio/s1600-h/hat5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447578358084787490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOgoKG6WSqCpvosuLy-wYQfGR87MZQ-pLAm92PZzHVugphRoQzl8hKNQaAl6da8lik2FuD_NXKaIbsd2YPn3TVGNMM-gtInkBr01oST7Mhu6vrwjGJuK50B6GyWpxBLGp6lAVYnZJ7Eio/s320/hat5.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I felt that the squirrel should have some of the fun.<br />Hat # 1, the squirrel is fishing.<br />Spending a day on the pond<br />Wondering, wishing<br />To catch the biggest fish that he can.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_kw_H0pSAzUAlVEUqj3xgF-sQpCU7ZkI8AfsLv-XOwVwdNy9wTCNCZPqDi3sWgsJTAboIpb56NobKE4bCB9KdvOu1GPPRm9t9bHqIleCuxue2yMi2mNcLWBoRFekt3Yxq3jAatPoFQyrr/s1600-h/hat1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447579087213619650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_kw_H0pSAzUAlVEUqj3xgF-sQpCU7ZkI8AfsLv-XOwVwdNy9wTCNCZPqDi3sWgsJTAboIpb56NobKE4bCB9KdvOu1GPPRm9t9bHqIleCuxue2yMi2mNcLWBoRFekt3Yxq3jAatPoFQyrr/s320/hat1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Hat #2, I thought he felt lonely.<br />So he married his one true love<br />In a Japanese style wedding<br />In my hat far above<br />The applauding guests.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfnr4P1YAr5DoCBgby2c0qQzgDm-Kliq_jKNzkmne1_omUvBkYOjMTmUmjbojnm8iuUMOiHfL93D01G-1kpVBpL8QZySHrLErv0a2dcfu27vtt1yPqTG_5tnAi7phefLNaEvN4KVJ20Js9/s1600-h/hat3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447580012768448802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfnr4P1YAr5DoCBgby2c0qQzgDm-Kliq_jKNzkmne1_omUvBkYOjMTmUmjbojnm8iuUMOiHfL93D01G-1kpVBpL8QZySHrLErv0a2dcfu27vtt1yPqTG_5tnAi7phefLNaEvN4KVJ20Js9/s320/hat3.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Hat#3 Is a Star Wars sight.<br />To the future we go,<br />The Emperor to fight.<br />It's Darth Chipmunk against<br />Maro-Chan Skywalker<br />You see.<br />The outcome was certain.<br />It's Victory.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidx5mDMca_H-V1vaQTkheceCYs_DTj_Fwf5gEqi_LyPZq06Dtw_eeHrnJeXOrhJTgtyMn2Ebj-GXgeldFlVRilD8l4BAHO7Kj9fWY2oCGf_i7ABMGbLsJ95M4Mm6xSBMPK_Ig7kdbd5m_2/s1600-h/hat2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447581369389810834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidx5mDMca_H-V1vaQTkheceCYs_DTj_Fwf5gEqi_LyPZq06Dtw_eeHrnJeXOrhJTgtyMn2Ebj-GXgeldFlVRilD8l4BAHO7Kj9fWY2oCGf_i7ABMGbLsJ95M4Mm6xSBMPK_Ig7kdbd5m_2/s320/hat2.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Hat#4 Is in tribute to<br />The Red Socks. They did it.<br />The Death of the Curse.<br />The World series was won!!<br />At last, we were first.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4QR2LSsVJVYOODVv-sXpiFil2VYu_fj2wN_1D5D0nlYo9Fwic2WDrZaKVYKilyYeCjDNdJ7HlS5rB6WgMAxf8YQYRyDO0vYUVRXNA2rRp7oHm3OkOjqGLf6pBOhKASOUkeVXudEkN4fbr/s1600-h/MamaKurata9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447585742935957106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4QR2LSsVJVYOODVv-sXpiFil2VYu_fj2wN_1D5D0nlYo9Fwic2WDrZaKVYKilyYeCjDNdJ7HlS5rB6WgMAxf8YQYRyDO0vYUVRXNA2rRp7oHm3OkOjqGLf6pBOhKASOUkeVXudEkN4fbr/s320/MamaKurata9.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDDnN79mvRJobf4f23pcgJEgd2SARw-8_Nst1PahAR2NN-Zmh_y43jMwgXqyyuTFZd-5rA6CSdksFgljRGLZLzXCA9wUkIwalhvkCGnz3uGoMUOJUEWbhXgzaUgPhg8Xffn-jAR7azh-m/s1600-h/hat4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDDnN79mvRJobf4f23pcgJEgd2SARw-8_Nst1PahAR2NN-Zmh_y43jMwgXqyyuTFZd-5rA6CSdksFgljRGLZLzXCA9wUkIwalhvkCGnz3uGoMUOJUEWbhXgzaUgPhg8Xffn-jAR7azh-m/s320/hat4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447586197586379858" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzXSm5g2tzC2atP3dDr1ScWIrjbqcAJoyhHyisNDC8K4XgmqQuz9jpg6I1Ez5SryvbN2JE8DS6zTkwmRxwiNoAgIBWn6yM6UA9815SUApaAOTdAP8tkwlhMsl1f8kPAtDqe4TjCrXIHrE/s1600-h/MamaKurata6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzXSm5g2tzC2atP3dDr1ScWIrjbqcAJoyhHyisNDC8K4XgmqQuz9jpg6I1Ez5SryvbN2JE8DS6zTkwmRxwiNoAgIBWn6yM6UA9815SUApaAOTdAP8tkwlhMsl1f8kPAtDqe4TjCrXIHrE/s320/MamaKurata6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447586689715622322" /></a><br /><br />I'll explain the rest later, to work I must go. <br /><br /><br /></div></div><br /><em></em>Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6664592609370388185.post-70431566700073079992010-03-07T23:38:00.000-05:002010-03-07T23:48:50.972-05:00Angel In FlightI don't know how many of you are aware, but my sister died on Friday. She was a wonderful person, mother, sister and friend. I'll post more about her later when things are more settled.<br /><br />Sandra<br /><br />Sister of ours, Betty and Frank.<br />Angel in flight<br />Needing no light to guide her way.<br />Daughter to Shirley and Frank,<br />Released from this Earth,<br />Another light to show us the way.<br /><br />Beloved of all,<br />Revered by her children Lori and Keith.<br />Eager to help when she could.<br />Never looking to serve only herself.<br />Now God has chosen to end her pain<br />And give her a new body, whole and good.<br />New angel waiting to soar.Dreamhavenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11061368022221450940noreply@blogger.com7