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From Last Friday:Sorry I couldn't be here this morning, but I had to be at the hospital for my last test early. They gave me an injection and told me to return at 1pm. We went shopping and then to Jenn's house. We visited with her and the kids till it was time to go back. The bone scan took 45 minutes. I didn't think I'd make it through even 10 because of all the pain I was in. The pain was caused by the position I had to lay in and being unable to move a muscle during it. They had to do something to the machine after the first 10 minutes so I asked them to get my pills out of my purse; told her to give me 2 white ones (morphine) and a yellow one (flexeril - muscle relaxer). She did and somehow I swallowed them dry and without moving. Of course they didn't work till it was over but at least I had that to look forward to. I made it through with prayer and repeating Psalm 94:18-19. "When I said,
"My foot is slipping," your love O Lord supported me. When anxiety was great within me,
your consolation brought joy to my soul." After that I started repeating all the scriptures I'd memorized. What I loved was when I couldn't remember a line, I'd ask the Lord and the next thing I knew it would come into my head. I was sure the Lord was helping me! And that made me feel better and helped me make it through the ordeal.
Tests are all done now and I see the doctor next Wednesday. I could sure use any prayers any of you would be willing to say for me.
Hope you all had a great day!
I'd sure appreciate any prayers any of you are willing to say for me though.
Thanks Barbara. Well, I had to laugh at what all the images showed since the doctor had told me that workers comp would fight tooth and nail to not pay for anything, because every one of them showed one thing neither the doc or I expected: that the two disks that were the site of my original injury, are so totally and completely degenerated that they're practically gone but what's left is highly inflamed (the doc said they were lit up like a neon sign on every image lol) and is the obvious cause of the scoliosis, stenosis, and all the pain. So there's no way workers comp can get out of paying for the doctor visits or the tests. Oh, they can try, but they'll lose big time! Because of this, he mentioned a couple of other types of surgery I could have but those I don't want to have for another reason. My pain doctor told me many years ago that most of his business comes from people who have those surgeries due to either the surgery failing or even if it worked the person then had a new pain from the surgery itself. Plus, since then, in the pain forum I did a LOT of research on those surgeries for other members and discovered the same thing about them. Failure is so common with them it even has a name: Failed surgery syndrome. So I don't think I'm interested in any of that either. I'll just wait for the Lord. If something changes or I feel led to have surgery (which I highly doubt) but, if I do, then I'll look into it again, but for now, I'll leave well enough alone. It just means that I'll have to put up with this extra pain for good as it's not going to go away. (unless of course the Lord heals me and I've been asking for that, so we'll see what He says).
 My sister-in-law had broken her back in 3 places, so surgery was not a choice for her. It was a must. They put rods on both sides of her spine. Fifteen years later, they had to go back in and replace those rods, because they had shifted and were actually trying to cross over each other, causing her unbearable pain.
And seeing her go through all the other surgeries....she broke her elbow, when she fell, and now the elbow (funny bone) is not centered and is on the inside of her arm, and she cannot control her arm and smacks herself in the face, when she tries to use it. She's had both hands worked on, and is currently recovering from that (not carpa-tunnel), she's had hip surgery twice on the same hip, because they put one in that was too big, and she almost died last year from a bad sepsis infection in her system. She now has to have a stent put in, at her kidney, and she's saying NO MORE SURGERIES. She is 73.
I completely understand that, and I understand you too, with not wanting any more surgeries, on your back. And like you said.........sometimes they work, but most often do not. They wanted to do surgery on Ed's upper spine, right at the back of his neck, because he had cartilage deterioration and the disk was bone on bone. But, to do that surgery, they would have had to go in through his neck, at the front and he was at great risk to have his jugular vein punctured, and the surgery (when done right) would be successful. So, I researched it, and showed Ed all the pros and cons and secretly hoped that he would decide not to have it done, and he didn't have it done. The VA gave him PT and a stretching contraption to help, and they gave him one of those shots, which didn't work either, but he didn't want the surgery, and I didn't push it. Like I said....I'd hoped he would not, because it would have meant they'd have to put him asleep, and that was not an option for him.
My prayers are with you, Cindy. As always, but even more specifically today.  
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Post by Kel on Nov 22, 2017 1:29:05 GMT -5
Oh Cindy.. I understand.. I told y'all when my mom broke her back... when she was 70.. she was riding with me and her horse threw her? She had broke it in 7 places.. well now at 83 she has so much trouble walking and it hurts all the time.. plus she has the same arthritis as you.. cant remember the name right now.. but it doesn't help.. She never had surgery tho.. this was around the time my dad was ill..
Well.. I got myself another job in TV... I dont know what I'm thinking! lol They are real nice here, and I figured its good to pay bills.. lol.. The hours are 3-1130 at night.. so no early shift.. its just hard being away from hubs..
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Post by anna on Nov 22, 2017 11:22:17 GMT -5
Horses are lovely animals but to me, everyone I ever talked to that had a horse, got a bodily injury from the horse, or a family member did. When I had Bucky's horse here where I live, my dog got kicked by a horse, I almost got kicked in the head by a horse, one horse once caused another horse to fall over on my fence and one horse once got his leg caught in the top part of my fence. I waited for that horse to help itself get free and he did. Even my large dog I once had caused me to be thrown off of my bike and I got hurt. So the older I get the more I need a house cat instead of a dog. lol
Bucky's wife just sold all the horses they had for their business this week. Since Bucky died she will probably go back to being a school teacher. She is quickly moving forward with her life.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2017 10:01:19 GMT -5
I hope everyone is having a nice Thanksgiving, with your families.
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Post by fearnot on Nov 23, 2017 11:46:16 GMT -5
Happy Thanks-Giving to you all. Even when we (I) have lots of trials, sorrows, pains of all kinds, we (I) still have so much to be Thankful for.
I have been working on thanking the Lord every day.....as the song goes,
count my blessings one by one.
Something seemingly so small ( which really is a miracle in itself), is the air I have to breath.
But more important, is to have God love me.
However, I need to crank up my grateful counting more and more...today is a good day for me to start!!
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Post by dogstaff on Nov 23, 2017 18:01:47 GMT -5
Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. We went to our daughter's house. It was really warm here. Didn't need our jackets after all. Hugs.
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Post by fearnot on Nov 24, 2017 16:13:23 GMT -5
Lulu great photo!!!
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Post by Cindy on Nov 25, 2017 11:04:50 GMT -5
Cindy:
HA! Our home is a mess...
When we first started cleaning the B & B is was really hard....
but over time, ( we got more and more major things done/cleaned)...
and
since it's cleaned approx twice a week...it is easier ( not easy)
because, it's not a total disaster like our place.
Watching Devon is both hard and easy.
What is mostly hard for me is.... because, he can never really go to friends homes, and never has....
he has compensated by video games and watching you tubers who play the same video games.
It's like its 90 percent of his life and that is a little depressing and wearisome.
We talk a bit about it
( d he does have times when he writes stories or does art work.....which makes me way happier).
We talk... but less than we used to because minecraft is like his life.
We did talk about it yesterday. I asked him, who is in control of what goes on in minecraft.....he said: Oh.....I am.
I asked how is that different than reality?
He answered: God is in control.
I also pointed out that minecraft has witches, and other nefarious creatures ( in survival mode anyway)
and so on......
but then, he went right back playing.
I do have him watch 3 or 4 gospels music videos with me....I figure if I have to watch hours of minecraft...that's only fair LOL
A few of the songs he really likes...while we watch... but then.....
back to mincraft
One neat thing is Vanessa told us last night, how much she is liking her boyfriend's pastor.
He is doing a series on the difference between being just a believer, and being a disciple.
I asked her if she has shared it with Devon. She said..."no, but I guess I really should"!
Today I am watching Devon right now, but only have today to clean the B & B
however, Leonard has doctor appointment...so how much help he can give is to be seen.
I am praying your strength will hold out and you won't hurt way overly much.
Is there anything else we can pray for you?
Wow, Cindy, if it's not one thing, it's more and more of another. I'm so sorry that you are having to go through all of this. My sister-in-law had broken her back in 3 places, so surgery was not a choice for her. It was a must. They put rods on both sides of her spine. Fifteen years later, they had to go back in and replace those rods, because they had shifted and were actually trying to cross over each other, causing her unbearable pain.
And seeing her go through all the other surgeries....she broke her elbow, when she fell, and now the elbow (funny bone) is not centered and is on the inside of her arm, and she cannot control her arm and smacks herself in the face, when she tries to use it. She's had both hands worked on, and is currently recovering from that (not carpa-tunnel), she's had hip surgery twice on the same hip, because they put one in that was too big, and she almost died last year from a bad sepsis infection in her system. She now has to have a stent put in, at her kidney, and she's saying NO MORE SURGERIES. She is 73.
I completely understand that, and I understand you too, with not wanting any more surgeries, on your back. And like you said.........sometimes they work, but most often do not. They wanted to do surgery on Ed's upper spine, right at the back of his neck, because he had cartilage deterioration and the disk was bone on bone. But, to do that surgery, they would have had to go in through his neck, at the front and he was at great risk to have his jugular vein punctured, and the surgery (when done right) would be successful. So, I researched it, and showed Ed all the pros and cons and secretly hoped that he would decide not to have it done, and he didn't have it done. The VA gave him PT and a stretching contraption to help, and they gave him one of those shots, which didn't work either, but he didn't want the surgery, and I didn't push it. Like I said....I'd hoped he would not, because it would have meant they'd have to put him asleep, and that was not an option for him.
My prayers are with you, Cindy. As always, but even more specifically today.
Oh Cindy.. I understand.. I told y'all when my mom broke her back... when she was 70.. she was riding with me and her horse threw her? She had broke it in 7 places.. well now at 83 she has so much trouble walking and it hurts all the time.. plus she has the same arthritis as you.. cant remember the name right now.. but it doesn't help.. She never had surgery tho.. this was around the time my dad was ill.. Well.. I got myself another job in TV... I dont know what I'm thinking! lol They are real nice here, and I figured its good to pay bills.. lol.. The hours are 3-1130 at night.. so no early shift.. its just hard being away from hubs.. Horses are lovely animals but to me, everyone I ever talked to that had a horse, got a bodily injury from the horse, or a family member did. When I had Bucky's horse here where I live, my dog got kicked by a horse, I almost got kicked in the head by a horse, one horse once caused another horse to fall over on my fence and one horse once got his leg caught in the top part of my fence. I waited for that horse to help itself get free and he did. Even my large dog I once had caused me to be thrown off of my bike and I got hurt. So the older I get the more I need a house cat instead of a dog. lol
Bucky's wife just sold all the horses they had for their business this week. Since Bucky died she will probably go back to being a school teacher. She is quickly moving forward with her life.  , but he'd seen it happen so he knew better LOL. Anyway, the only thing I hurt was my pride and Daddy made me get back on her and keep riding. I've never tried to count how many horses I had. I started with a Shetland pony when I was 2, then got horses when I was 3. Let's see, there was Lollipop, Licorice, Taffy, and I got Pronto when I was 4. Of course my parents had their own horses too, and my Dad had lots that he sold as well. I went to a private school when I was old enough for 1st grade and are PE was riding horses, which was my favorite part of the day. Oh, I did go to another ranch when I was about 12 and was going to ride one of their horses. He really did buck me off (plenty of witnesses that time lol) but I did what my daddy made me do when I fell off Lolipop and got right back on him and told him to behave, and he did! And the only thing that was "hurt" in any way was that my bottom was a little sore at first from landing hard on it. I hope everyone is having a nice Thanksgiving, with your families.
Happy Thanks-Giving to you all. Even when we (I) have lots of trials, sorrows, pains of all kinds, we (I) still have so much to be Thankful for.
I have been working on thanking the Lord every day.....as the song goes,
count my blessings one by one.
Something seemingly so small ( which really is a miracle in itself), is the air I have to breath.
But more important, is to have God love me.
However, I need to crank up my grateful counting more and more...today is a good day for me to start!! Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. We went to our daughter's house. It was really warm here. Didn't need our jackets after all. Hugs.
Ashlynn and Jazzy Happy happy to to you all
It's been a very different week for me as we had Elijah and Grace here every day except Tuesday. I really enjoyed having them, although it did wear me out. I think I may have caught a sinus infection/bronchitis though so will have to call the doctor on Monday.
I've gotta tell you all a funny story. Bruce has been out hunting every day after work and on weekends and on his days off as well. A couple of days ago he'd been out all day and came home cause he was cold and hungry and hadn't seen a thing anyway. He was in the kitchen fixing himself a cup of coffee. He looked up, while waiting for it, and looked out the kitchen window and lo and behold there was a nice big buck staring back at him from the woods at the edge of our yard! He was so flustered he couldn't talk at first! When he could finally get the words out, he told me about it, still staring at the deer who was staring back! Of course the deer took off and Bruce knew he would so he didn't even try to get it. Besides that was one of the things that made it even more ironic as he'd left his gun in the car!
I'm still in my pj's but need to get dressed and ready to go in case Bruce wants to do our shopping today. Have a good weekend you all. It was nice to hear from everyone. I'm sorry I wasn't able to be here, but hope to be back on Monday.
May God bless you all!
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Post by fearnot on Nov 25, 2017 13:54:19 GMT -5
I am continuing to pray for you Cindy!!!
LOL Cindy Your story about Bruce and the buck, reminds me of a story my mom told me about my dad ( my adopted parents that is).
Anyway, dad was a perfect shot ( several books have been written about New England 'characters' and dad is in both books, as an excellent hunter.
Anyway, we lived out on a point, right on the ocean ( no others homes could be even, to get to our home you had to go past 2 stone pillars, down a long long driveway.
Anyway, one dad mom was out in the yard when a flock of geese, pheasants or turkeys...(I forget which) where flying over head....
mom yelled to my dad:
"Sandy"!!!!!
( his nickname she always called him by , instead of his name Lowell)
"Get your gun"!!!!
So he did...
and came out.....
and shot a couple of birds for supper ....right then and there...
Today, he'd probably be arrested for killing an endangered species or something HA HA!
I remember going up to the Rod and Gun club with my dad once when the USA skeet champions were visiting ...
and everyone said, the skeet chamions should try a contest with my dad.
So they did....only... my dad did not miss once....and beat them handily LOL.
Can you tell, I was proud of him!!!
Oh and dad had his guns ( shot guns, rifles, in the bedroom closet) not in some lock box or wherever a person is supposed to keep their guns these days?
My friends and I all knew where the guns where....we never thought to get them and accidentally shoot each other.
Tho as a young girl I had a Roy Rogers ( I think it was) play gun, holster etc.)
I also had a Daniel Boone hat ( I am related to him.... but I did not know it back then).
Yeah! I was a tad strange girl tee hee
But, I also had a tea set, and Ginny and Gill dolls ( so there you go).
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Post by Kel on Nov 25, 2017 22:19:36 GMT -5
No, I am back in TV part time. David and I decided that it would help with us moving south. Not sure how long.. or whatever.. but I have given it to the Lord.. I couldn't get hired anywhere else, and the Rec job was only 3hrs a day 5 days a week. The hospital would never be full time and I had to wait for 30days before my pay came in.. This is steady and pay every two weeks. I felt a lot of peace after I said yes.. So I will go with that for now.. lol
If a buck wanders near your yard, can you shoot it where you are Cindy? We can't do that around here.
Anna, the only reason my mom got hurt from her horse, is as she was getting on, the horse got stung by a bee that was under his saddle pad..so my mom was in midair and was easily thrown. She never had an incident before.. we all swore she had glue on her bum.
I've been training horses since I was 11. I've been thrown or backed into a trailer.. but never seriously hurt. Horses are wonderful. really helped me through some tough times..
I can't have cats.. so highly allergic.. Love my hubbies dog tho.. she's a sweetheart.. my old guy buck, who will be 17 in Feb.. I think its almost time for him... :(
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Post by anna on Nov 26, 2017 9:53:33 GMT -5
Hello, I hope you can move south, Lord willing, Kel. Near where I live W. Buffet has bought up much land and just recently B Gate has bought a lot of land west of Phoenix.
Remembering you  Cindy.
Have a blessed day Annie Oakley Barbra lol, so cute.
Yesterday I read The Book of Adam and Eve. It was a blessing to me to read that book and I am doing more reading today.
Nice weather here today and for a few days before it gets cooler. I like the temp to be around 80* when it gets cooler than that I am not as comfortable.
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Post by fearnot on Nov 26, 2017 12:27:34 GMT -5
Talking about horses...my adopted mom's father raises race horses. My adopted mom was born in 1893 ( so they were already heading into being seniors when they got me).
Anyway, mom's older sister was an excellent horse woman.....but mom really had little use for horses.
Which makes it strange that she gave me 2 years of english riding lessons ( where you learn to 'post' on a rorse....rising up in the saddle.
Anyway, I never fell off....but I did have one rather less than pleasant ride.
I had a 'girl friend' who also took lessons, and she bragged to me one day how she got to ride the most beautiful high strung stallion this riding stables had.
I was soooooo jealous, because all us girls thought this stallion was 'creme de la creme' and I can't remember but I guess I mentioned it to one of the riding instructors.
Sooooo she said, I could ride him the next lesson......not a good idea being jealous.
He was sooooo hard to control, I had THE most stressful ride....up to this point, riding was fine
I even had jodhpurs...which was crazy because my mom did not buy me clothes etc on very rare occasion.....
my first real trip with her to 'buy' clothes was before going off to college.
But jodhpurs was not your usual piece of clothing in the 5 and dime store LOL
Anyway, I was blessed that beautiful horse did not throw me, tho I think he 'thought' about it....I think I soon gave up riding after that tho HA!
So tho I did not have anywhere near the amount of time Cindy had around horses ( which I loved)....
in 2 years of riding, I did not fall and I learned to post.
I would have loved to try Western saddle tho.....
I have a feeling, maybe in some ways it was not only easier,
but more fun.
I mean I learned to post and it became 2nd nature....
but I think, maybe Western might have been a more relaxed way to ride a horse.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2017 12:43:15 GMT -5
Well, since everyone is on the subject of horses, I'll chime in with y'all on the subject. I love horses. I think they are such a grand and graceful animal. But, I have to admit that I'm terrified of them. I think it is their strength and determination in their demeanor that frightens me. And then add to it, a couple of experiences I had. No, I never fell off or was thrown by a horse. But, my Aunt had a horse, she named Cocoa. It was a wild horse, I remember her saying. I was quite little. I was probably around 8 or 9 years old. My younger brother was infatuated by Cocoa and tried to feed him some grass. (Craig is 4 years younger than me) He couldn't reach, so he climbed the fence to hold the grass out to him to eat. He lost his balance and fell inside the fence, and spooked the horse. I had already been screaming at Craig, to get off the fence, and then started screaming for my Aunt, who was in the barn. She came out of the barn, with a pitchfork, just in time to cause the horse, who had reared up, to miss trampling my brother. Craig was right below the horse and if Cocoa had come down, he would have killed him. My Aunt used the pitchfork to cause the horse to move away. It all happened so fast, and I was so frightened. I had already learned to be afraid of him, just a few days before, when everyone in our immediate family was there, and everyone was taking turns riding Cocoa. I wanted my turn, and usually my Uncle just lead me around the farm, slowly. He was still at work, and so my Aunt decided to 'punish' me, for being so spoiled by my Uncle.  She slapped the horse on the rear and Cocoa took off. I had ahold of the horn of the saddle, just screaming my fool head off. The louder I screamed the faster Cocoa ran. My cousin, Linda Sue, jumped another horse and caught up to me and grabbed Cocoa's bridle and got him to stop. I walked all the way back to the house, and you can bet your bottom dollar that I told on Aunt Dorothy, when Uncle Dickey got home. Yeppers!! LOL
I did try, one more time, when I was a teenager. I got on a pony, with the help of a family friend (who ironically was born the same day as me.) I didn't know a thing about guiding a horse and pulled on the reins a little too strong and caused him to rear up. The horse was not at all pleased with me, so our friend helped me off of her, and I never tried again. Don't want to either. I'll just admire this grand creature from a distance, thank you. 
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Post by fearnot on Nov 27, 2017 12:55:33 GMT -5
That was sad you aunt decided to punish you via the horse, Cheryl....no wonder you are afraid of horses.
My mom I think was afraid of them also, but since her dad raised racing horses, and her older sister was a noted horse woman,
I guess when I fell in love with horses, she 'did the right thing' so to speak, and paid for 2 years of lessons.
When I first started my lessons, they would get the most docile sweet horse, show me how to get on, keep the horse at a slow walk ( they would lead it) while explaining how to post, so I could begin to learn.
I guess, because I had been in ballet since age 6, my legs were already strong, so posting was not hard.
But the way they started me to learn to ride, made it so I was not afraid.....a trainer was right there, leading the horse,
so you can be sure the 'old nag' LOL was not going to go crazy....and I became confident....and slowly on, worked my way,
up to more normal type horses ( eventually I had my pick of which I wanted to ride...unless, another rider had picked one of my favorites.
But I think the most scary thing would have been the horse rearing and about to come down on your baby brother ( he was what 4 years old or so?)
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Post by Kel on Nov 27, 2017 23:07:38 GMT -5
wow.. that wasn't nice of your aunt Cheryl..
I was 8... LONG TIME AGO.. .. LOL.. anyhooo I was trained English, Western and some Dressage. I would show in English Saddle seat with our 3 Tennessee Walkers and my MorAb. I was also in charge of riding/showing the owners horses, 3 of their Tennessee Walkers and their 2 Saddlebreds, needless to say I was a little burned out by the age of 15. But it made me a darn good rider.
When David and I owned horses, I taught both kids how to ride.. often times my Morgan Quarter mare would be way out in the field, and I would wander out and get up on her bareback, no reigns or halter and ride her back in to the barn. Before we sold our last horse Doc, Devyn was getting really good at riding. Maybe someday my body will allow me to ride again <3 I miss it. I miss my quiet time with the Lord and my horse
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2017 10:43:57 GMT -5
My Aunt was never been nice to children, and rude to other adults. She's just a mean spirited woman, who cannot possibly have the Holy Spirit in her heart. She's LDS, so that says a lot to me, as to why I don't feel she has the Holy Spirit in her heart.
She's physically and mentally abusive to children. I know.....I was one of them.
Yes, in my memory of Craig climbing that fence, he must have been around 4 or 5, so that's how old I knew I must have been. Dorothy didn't have that horse, after that. She had it put down, after what almost happened to my brother. My mother said that she'd never let her children go back over there, as long as that horse was there. I sure wish Dorothy kept the horse, instead of us.
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Post by Cindy on Nov 28, 2017 12:32:35 GMT -5
Sorry I missed you all yesterday. I did get sick and was feeling pretty awful yesterday. Doctor put me on antibiotics but we can't pick them up till this afternoon. So I should start feeling better in a couple more days anyway.
I am continuing to pray for you Cindy!!!
LOL Cindy Your story about Bruce and the buck, reminds me of a story my mom told me about my dad ( my adopted parents that is).
Anyway, dad was a perfect shot ( several books have been written about New England 'characters' and dad is in both books, as an excellent hunter.
Anyway, we lived out on a point, right on the ocean ( no others homes could be even, to get to our home you had to go past 2 stone pillars, down a long long driveway.
Anyway, one dad mom was out in the yard when a flock of geese, pheasants or turkeys...(I forget which) where flying over head....
mom yelled to my dad:
"Sandy"!!!!!
( his nickname she always called him by , instead of his name Lowell)
"Get your gun"!!!!
So he did...
and came out.....
and shot a couple of birds for supper ....right then and there...
Today, he'd probably be arrested for killing an endangered species or something HA HA!
I remember going up to the Rod and Gun club with my dad once when the USA skeet champions were visiting ...
and everyone said, the skeet chamions should try a contest with my dad.
So they did....only... my dad did not miss once....and beat them handily LOL.
Can you tell, I was proud of him!!!
Oh and dad had his guns ( shot guns, rifles, in the bedroom closet) not in some lock box or wherever a person is supposed to keep their guns these days?
My friends and I all knew where the guns where....we never thought to get them and accidentally shoot each other.
Tho as a young girl I had a Roy Rogers ( I think it was) play gun, holster etc.)
I also had a Daniel Boone hat ( I am related to him.... but I did not know it back then).
Yeah! I was a tad strange girl tee hee
But, I also had a tea set, and Ginny and Gill dolls ( so there you go).
No, I am back in TV part time. David and I decided that it would help with us moving south. Not sure how long.. or whatever.. but I have given it to the Lord.. I couldn't get hired anywhere else, and the Rec job was only 3hrs a day 5 days a week. The hospital would never be full time and I had to wait for 30days before my pay came in.. This is steady and pay every two weeks. I felt a lot of peace after I said yes.. So I will go with that for now.. lol If a buck wanders near your yard, can you shoot it where you are Cindy? We can't do that around here. Anna, the only reason my mom got hurt from her horse, is as she was getting on, the horse got stung by a bee that was under his saddle pad..so my mom was in midair and was easily thrown. She never had an incident before.. we all swore she had glue on her bum. I've been training horses since I was 11. I've been thrown or backed into a trailer.. but never seriously hurt. Horses are wonderful. really helped me through some tough times.. I can't have cats.. so highly allergic.. Love my hubbies dog tho.. she's a sweetheart.. my old guy buck, who will be 17 in Feb.. I think its almost time for him... :(
Well, legally no one's supposed to shoot that close to a house or building but sometimes people do. I can't remember how many feet away you have to be from a house to shoot, but Bruce knows. I think it's 500 feet or something like that.
Oh that poor horse! I've seen people blame the horse for something like that and that's so unfair!
Hello, I hope you can move south, Lord willing, Kel. Near where I live W. Buffet has bought up much land and just recently B Gate has bought a lot of land west of Phoenix.
Remembering you Cindy.
Have a blessed day Annie Oakley Barbra lol, so cute.
Yesterday I read The Book of Adam and Eve. It was a blessing to me to read that book and I am doing more reading today.
Nice weather here today and for a few days before it gets cooler. I like the temp to be around 80* when it gets cooler than that I am not as comfortable.
What is the Book of Adam and Eve?
The Book of Adam and Eve, also called The Contradiction of Adam and Eve or The Conflict of Adam and Eve with Satan, is supposedly a written history of what happened in the days of Adam and Eve after they were cast out of the Garden of Eden. The book is part of the extra-biblical pseudepigrapha and not part of the inspired Word of God.
The Book of Adam and Eve is believed to be the work of an unknown Egyptian writer, who first wrote the story in Arabic; eventually, the book found its way farther south and was translated into Ethiopic. Pinning down the date of the original writing is difficult, but many believe the Book of Adam and Eve was written a few hundred years before the birth of Christ. The first English translation of the book appeared in the 19th century.
There are two books that constitute the Book of Adam and Eve: Book I follows Adam and Eve upon their exit from Eden and their subsequent temptations from Satan. According to the Book of Adam, Cain and Abel both had twin sisters. Cain fell in love with his own twin, Luluwa, but his parents wanted him to marry Abel’s twin, Aklia, and that’s why Cain murdered his brother. Book II of the Book of Adam and Eve relates the pre-Flood history of Seth’s and Cain’s warring families.
In summary, the two-part Book of Adam and Eve is a fictional account of Adam and Eve after the fall. It is filled with fantastical stories, such as how the earth trembled when the blood of Abel touched it; and how Cain was unable to bury Abel because the grave kept spitting out the body (Book I, chapter LXXIX); and how Adam and Eve kept the body of Abel in their cave for seven years (Book II, chapter I). The Book of Adam and Eve also contains blatant contradictions of the Bible, claiming that both Cain and Abel brought sacrifices of blood and grain (Book I, chapters LXXVII and LXXVIII). Genesis 4:3–4 states that Cain brought a bloodless offering of “some of the fruits of the soil” and Abel brought “fat portions from some of the firstborn of his flock.”
There is really nothing in the Book of Adam and Eve that can be verified or corroborated. It is not a “lost” book of the Bible but was never part of Holy Scripture. The Bible is our authoritative, God-inspired resource, not the Book of Adam and Eve or other works of fiction.
I suspected it might be something like that. Please, be careful, as the Lord has warned us not to add to His Word or to let other writings influence our beliefs.
Talking about horses...my adopted mom's father raises race horses. My adopted mom was born in 1893 ( so they were already heading into being seniors when they got me).
Anyway, mom's older sister was an excellent horse woman.....but mom really had little use for horses.
Which makes it strange that she gave me 2 years of english riding lessons ( where you learn to 'post' on a rorse....rising up in the saddle.
Anyway, I never fell off....but I did have one rather less than pleasant ride.
I had a 'girl friend' who also took lessons, and she bragged to me one day how she got to ride the most beautiful high strung stallion this riding stables had.
I was soooooo jealous, because all us girls thought this stallion was 'creme de la creme' and I can't remember but I guess I mentioned it to one of the riding instructors.
Sooooo she said, I could ride him the next lesson......not a good idea being jealous.
He was sooooo hard to control, I had THE most stressful ride....up to this point, riding was fine
I even had jodhpurs...which was crazy because my mom did not buy me clothes etc on very rare occasion.....
my first real trip with her to 'buy' clothes was before going off to college.
But jodhpurs was not your usual piece of clothing in the 5 and dime store LOL
Anyway, I was blessed that beautiful horse did not throw me, tho I think he 'thought' about it....I think I soon gave up riding after that tho HA!
So tho I did not have anywhere near the amount of time Cindy had around horses ( which I loved)....
in 2 years of riding, I did not fall and I learned to post.
I would have loved to try Western saddle tho.....
I have a feeling, maybe in some ways it was not only easier,
but more fun.
I mean I learned to post and it became 2nd nature....
but I think, maybe Western might have been a more relaxed way to ride a horse. Well, since everyone is on the subject of horses, I'll chime in with y'all on the subject. I love horses. I think they are such a grand and graceful animal. But, I have to admit that I'm terrified of them. I think it is their strength and determination in their demeanor that frightens me. And then add to it, a couple of experiences I had. No, I never fell off or was thrown by a horse. But, my Aunt had a horse, she named Cocoa. It was a wild horse, I remember her saying. I was quite little. I was probably around 8 or 9 years old. My younger brother was infatuated by Cocoa and tried to feed him some grass. (Craig is 4 years younger than me) He couldn't reach, so he climbed the fence to hold the grass out to him to eat. He lost his balance and fell inside the fence, and spooked the horse. I had already been screaming at Craig, to get off the fence, and then started screaming for my Aunt, who was in the barn. She came out of the barn, with a pitchfork, just in time to cause the horse, who had reared up, to miss trampling my brother. Craig was right below the horse and if Cocoa had come down, he would have killed him. My Aunt used the pitchfork to cause the horse to move away. It all happened so fast, and I was so frightened. I had already learned to be afraid of him, just a few days before, when everyone in our immediate family was there, and everyone was taking turns riding Cocoa. I wanted my turn, and usually my Uncle just lead me around the farm, slowly. He was still at work, and so my Aunt decided to 'punish' me, for being so spoiled by my Uncle. She slapped the horse on the rear and Cocoa took off. I had ahold of the horn of the saddle, just screaming my fool head off. The louder I screamed the faster Cocoa ran. My cousin, Linda Sue, jumped another horse and caught up to me and grabbed Cocoa's bridle and got him to stop. I walked all the way back to the house, and you can bet your bottom dollar that I told on Aunt Dorothy, when Uncle Dickey got home. Yeppers!! LOL
I did try, one more time, when I was a teenager. I got on a pony, with the help of a family friend (who ironically was born the same day as me.) I didn't know a thing about guiding a horse and pulled on the reins a little too strong and caused him to rear up. The horse was not at all pleased with me, so our friend helped me off of her, and I never tried again. Don't want to either. I'll just admire this grand creature from a distance, thank you.
That was sad you aunt decided to punish you via the horse, Cheryl....no wonder you are afraid of horses.
My mom I think was afraid of them also, but since her dad raised racing horses, and her older sister was a noted horse woman,
I guess when I fell in love with horses, she 'did the right thing' so to speak, and paid for 2 years of lessons.
When I first started my lessons, they would get the most docile sweet horse, show me how to get on, keep the horse at a slow walk ( they would lead it) while explaining how to post, so I could begin to learn.
I guess, because I had been in ballet since age 6, my legs were already strong, so posting was not hard.
But the way they started me to learn to ride, made it so I was not afraid.....a trainer was right there, leading the horse,
so you can be sure the 'old nag' LOL was not going to go crazy....and I became confident....and slowly on, worked my way,
up to more normal type horses ( eventually I had my pick of which I wanted to ride...unless, another rider had picked one of my favorites.
But I think the most scary thing would have been the horse rearing and about to come down on your baby brother ( he was what 4 years old or so?)  wow.. that wasn't nice of your aunt Cheryl.. I was 8... LONG TIME AGO.. .. LOL.. anyhooo I was trained English, Western and some Dressage. I would show in English Saddle seat with our 3 Tennessee Walkers and my MorAb. I was also in charge of riding/showing the owners horses, 3 of their Tennessee Walkers and their 2 Saddlebreds, needless to say I was a little burned out by the age of 15. But it made me a darn good rider. When David and I owned horses, I taught both kids how to ride.. often times my Morgan Quarter mare would be way out in the field, and I would wander out and get up on her bareback, no reigns or halter and ride her back in to the barn. Before we sold our last horse Doc, Devyn was getting really good at riding. Maybe someday my body will allow me to ride again <3 I miss it. I miss my quiet time with the Lord and my horse My Aunt was never been nice to children, and rude to other adults. She's just a mean spirited woman, who cannot possibly have the Holy Spirit in her heart. She's LDS, so that says a lot to me, as to why I don't feel she has the Holy Spirit in her heart.
She's physically and mentally abusive to children. I know.....I was one of them.
Yes, in my memory of Craig climbing that fence, he must have been around 4 or 5, so that's how old I knew I must have been. Dorothy didn't have that horse, after that. She had it put down, after what almost happened to my brother. My mother said that she'd never let her children go back over there, as long as that horse was there. I sure wish Dorothy kept the horse, instead of us.
That's awful she killed the horse for something that wasn't his fault! We must really disappoint the Lord a lot as far as caring for the earth and the animals He set us over.
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Post by fearnot on Nov 28, 2017 13:05:19 GMT -5
Sorry you got so sick, hopefully the antibiotics will soon help!!!!
I agree LDS is not Christian and really creepy.
When I was 13, I met a sailor at the roller skating rink...he was a Mormon ( I even went once to his church).
And he was very very good looking but he was 17 or 18.
Well my parents decided to go to Fla early...
( they went every year during the coldest snowiest part of the winter).
He asked to write to me, but they ( finding out his age they said no)...they told him, he would have to wait until I turned 16.
so then he gave a tape recorder to the principle of the school ( one of my good friend's father was the principle)
My parents were now getting very angry because this was done behind their backs after they had told him no more contact.
Soooo off to Fla we went..........
but He followed us and finally convinced my parents to let him say a quick good-by until I was 16.
Only he was taking a long time they went in another room,
my dad came in just as this guy was kissing me ( my 1st kiss)
and my father was furious and told him to leave...right then,
the end!!
At the time, I was mad ( I was only 13 and a very handsome boy liked me and it was my first kiss
( they called him a man who had no business wanting to be with a 13 year old!!!).
I think at first, they thought he was perhaps a kid from school and they thought I was just going to a church ( I don't think they had any idea what LDS was)
But years later, I was soooo glad my parents stopped that relationship.
What if he had convinced me to run away and marry him! He was pretty relentless in his pursuit.
He went on to do his Mormon missionary thing ( I think I heard this from my friend...)
I think he kept in contact with her, to get occasional messages to me....
And when I turned 18 he sent a dozen red roses to me at college ( how he found out where I was I have no idea), but then I never heard from him after that...thankfully!!!
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Post by Cindy on Nov 29, 2017 10:53:28 GMT -5
Sorry you got so sick, hopefully the antibiotics will soon help!!!!
I agree LDS is not Christian and really creepy.
When I was 13, I met a sailor at the roller skating rink...he was a Mormon ( I even went once to his church).
And he was very very good looking but he was 17 or 18.
Well my parents decided to go to Fla early...
( they went every year during the coldest snowiest part of the winter).
He asked to write to me, but they ( finding out his age they said no)...they told him, he would have to wait until I turned 16.
so then he gave a tape recorder to the principle of the school ( one of my good friend's father was the principle)
My parents were now getting very angry because this was done behind their backs after they had told him no more contact.
Soooo off to Fla we went..........
but He followed us and finally convinced my parents to let him say a quick good-by until I was 16.
Only he was taking a long time they went in another room,
my dad came in just as this guy was kissing me ( my 1st kiss)
and my father was furious and told him to leave...right then,
the end!!
At the time, I was mad ( I was only 13 and a very handsome boy liked me and it was my first kiss
( they called him a man who had no business wanting to be with a 13 year old!!!).
I think at first, they thought he was perhaps a kid from school and they thought I was just going to a church ( I don't think they had any idea what LDS was)
But years later, I was soooo glad my parents stopped that relationship.
What if he had convinced me to run away and marry him! He was pretty relentless in his pursuit.
He went on to do his Mormon missionary thing ( I think I heard this from my friend...)
I think he kept in contact with her, to get occasional messages to me....
And when I turned 18 he sent a dozen red roses to me at college ( how he found out where I was I have no idea), but then I never heard from him after that...thankfully!!!
The antibiotics are really wiping me out, so they must be working lol. They always seem to do that for the first couple of days and then I start feeling better.
I do want to thank everyone who's prayed for me though. I asked the Lord last night to especially bless everyone who prayed for me as that's the most wonderful gift we can ever give anyone. 
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Post by fearnot on Nov 29, 2017 13:24:08 GMT -5
Yes anti-biotics do that to me also.
Wow! Your story about your son is really creepy and sad. I am also glad you were able to end that before it got started.
I am always in disbelief when woman actually and truly in their 30's, 40's , 50's and up go after young boys.....not young men,
but 12 -15 or 16 year olds.
I can't even imagine what are they thinking...they have nothing in common ( even a very smart child, is still a child, even those who are very responsible, they are still just kids....
but I guess for one thing, they don't want a man to protect,
provide and share life their life with?
Maybe they have a real hatred for men, because they most assuredly would be detrimental to a young boy.
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Post by Cindy on Nov 30, 2017 10:04:41 GMT -5
Yes anti-biotics do that to me also.
Wow! Your story about your son is really creepy and sad. I am also glad you were able to end that before it got started.
I am always in disbelief when woman actually and truly in their 30's, 40's , 50's and up go after young boys.....not young men,
but 12 -15 or 16 year olds.
I can't even imagine what are they thinking...they have nothing in common ( even a very smart child, is still a child, even those who are very responsible, they are still just kids....
but I guess for one thing, they don't want a man to protect,
provide and share life their life with?
Maybe they have a real hatred for men, because they most assuredly would be detrimental to a young boy.
I hope everyone's having a good day today.
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Post by Cindy on Nov 30, 2017 12:45:18 GMT -5
I just completely re-did the Free Christian books article as I had time and added over 1550 more books to it for everyone.
Read Christian Books Free
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Post by fearnot on Nov 30, 2017 12:49:22 GMT -5
I have kind of a funny story. Awhile back, my granddaughter had bought some spendy distressed jeans...the operative word here is 'spendy'....for jeans that are basically falling apart!!!
So, I asked her, why don't you do it yourself? By some much cheaper regular jeans and make them threadbare?
She said, she had tried but it didn't work.
Well, I have 2 pair of normal jeans. I wear them when I clean the B & B
Did I ever mention that 3 out of the 4 beds are very very strange and difficult to make up?
First the have no frames, they are just box spring and mattresses on the floor.....so you can't really stand and make them.
Second, when our landlord decided to somehow make use of the area above the ceiling and roof....
had to build some very very steep stairs
and
the roof and floor have at 'most' maybe 5-8" of 'wall'
Which means in order to make one side of the beds, not only do I have to crawl.....I have to lay on my side, and with my legs and arms, make like an inchworm , up and back for fitted sheets, top sheets, blankets, and comforters.
All which brings me back to distressed jeans!!
I now have my very own ( which I NEVER wanted......ummmm expensive? distressed jeans.....
I told my granddaughter I know how to make them ahem!!
Oh....and here is another part.....I often have to scoot along on my ummmmmm rump
I am thinking I may soon have distressed rump jeans...will I start a whole new trend????
Arrrggghhhh
And I don't even buy jeans these were given to me....I have lived in them for several years but a year or two of cleaning and well......
Maybe I should go into business and sell distressed jeans eh?
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Post by anna on Nov 30, 2017 15:01:15 GMT -5
Yes, maybe you could sell distressed jeans on e-bay.
I like to buy cheap elastic waist jeans and sleep with them on, they keep me warm in this cooler weather.
I am too old to wear distressed jeans but I do like leggings, they are also comfortable to sleep in. I buy one of those short dresses and wear leggings under that dress and that works out well.
wally world had poinsettia plants on sale, only 2.20 for a nice plant, so I bought a red one, the gold color ones cost more 4.00 but that is still cheap also. I will keep it up high on my bookshelf so the dogs can't get near it.
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Post by Cindy on Dec 1, 2017 12:40:43 GMT -5
I have kind of a funny story. Awhile back, my granddaughter had bought some spendy distressed jeans...the operative word here is 'spendy'....for jeans that are basically falling apart!!!
So, I asked her, why don't you do it yourself? By some much cheaper regular jeans and make them threadbare?
She said, she had tried but it didn't work.
Well, I have 2 pair of normal jeans. I wear them when I clean the B & B
Did I ever mention that 3 out of the 4 beds are very very strange and difficult to make up?
First the have no frames, they are just box spring and mattresses on the floor.....so you can't really stand and make them.
Second, when our landlord decided to somehow make use of the area above the ceiling and roof....
had to build some very very steep stairs
and
the roof and floor have at 'most' maybe 5-8" of 'wall'
Which means in order to make one side of the beds, not only do I have to crawl.....I have to lay on my side, and with my legs and arms, make like an inchworm , up and back for fitted sheets, top sheets, blankets, and comforters.
All which brings me back to distressed jeans!!
I now have my very own ( which I NEVER wanted......ummmm expensive? distressed jeans.....
I told my granddaughter I know how to make them ahem!!
Oh....and here is another part.....I often have to scoot along on my ummmmmm rump
I am thinking I may soon have distressed rump jeans...will I start a whole new trend????
Arrrggghhhh
And I don't even buy jeans these were given to me....I have lived in them for several years but a year or two of cleaning and well......
Maybe I should go into business and sell distressed jeans eh?  Yes, maybe you could sell distressed jeans on e-bay.
I like to buy cheap elastic waist jeans and sleep with them on, they keep me warm in this cooler weather.
I am too old to wear distressed jeans but I do like leggings, they are also comfortable to sleep in. I buy one of those short dresses and wear leggings under that dress and that works out well.
wally world had poinsettia plants on sale, only 2.20 for a nice plant, so I bought a red one, the gold color ones cost more 4.00 but that is still cheap also. I will keep it up high on my bookshelf so the dogs can't get near it. |
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Post by Cindy on Dec 1, 2017 12:43:10 GMT -5
Oh, I'll have to get another picture of me one of these days as my hair has finally turned a lot more gray/white. It happened all of a sudden too, just like it did with Bruce. His hair turned grey when he had the heart attack - all of it; but mine isn't yet totally grey, just a lot more of it. It happened when I had that last very painful bone scan. I was shocked when I looked in the mirror to brush my teeth the next day!
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Post by fearnot on Dec 1, 2017 15:36:26 GMT -5
My hair is almost all grey....it's strange, there still remain a few dark or darker strands but the overall is pretty much totally grey.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2017 16:49:10 GMT -5
Oh, I'll have to get another picture of me one of these days as my hair has finally turned a lot more gray/white. It happened all of a sudden too, just like it did with Bruce. His hair turned grey when he had the heart attack - all of it; but mine isn't yet totally grey, just a lot more of it. It happened when I had that last very painful bone scan. I was shocked when I looked in the mirror to brush my teeth the next day!
My hair is gray and white too, but I color it. But, lately my hair isn't growing, like it used to. It used to grow several inches in a month's time, but lately isn't. But, that just saves me money on hair dye.
I got my first senior citizen's discount at KFC a week or so ago, then a few days ago, got another one at the DQ. LOL Maybe I really should dye my hair again, or better yet, just enjoy the discounts.
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Post by Kel on Dec 1, 2017 21:56:26 GMT -5
whoo hoo for discounts!! :) when David and I were first married, my mom worked at DQ as a part time job. all the senior citizens would line up in her line. She loved it. Her boss loved her, said she was the best worker he ever had. She kept the store clean, she was friendly and did a perfect ice cream cone. lol.. I loved it, because I would go in and have mom make me a blizzard!!
Marlene I didn't know Bill Gates bought a bunch of property in AZ?? wow.. ? I don't remember reading that. He lives up here.
We would like to move to North Louisiana :) If I am going to leave one water state, I'd rather move to another water state.. :) (meaning we are surrounded by water, my terminology )
My hair doesn't grow as much.. I probably should take my vitamins..
David's hair went almost silver when my dad died. David was a big help and was close to my dad..
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My sister-in-law had broken her back in 3 places, so surgery was not a choice for her. It was a must. They put rods on both sides of her spine. Fifteen years later, they had to go back in and replace those rods, because they had shifted and were actually trying to cross over each other, causing her unbearable pain.
, but he'd seen it happen so he knew better LOL. Anyway, the only thing I hurt was my pride and Daddy made me get back on her and keep riding. I've never tried to count how many horses I had. I started with a Shetland pony when I was 2, then got horses when I was 3. Let's see, there was Lollipop, Licorice, Taffy, and I got Pronto when I was 4. Of course my parents had their own horses too, and my Dad had lots that he sold as well. I went to a private school when I was old enough for 1st grade and are PE was riding horses, which was my favorite part of the day. Oh, I did go to another ranch when I was about 12 and was going to ride one of their horses. He really did buck me off (plenty of witnesses that time lol) but I did what my daddy made me do when I fell off Lolipop and got right back on him and told him to behave, and he did! And the only thing that was "hurt" in any way was that my bottom was a little sore at first from landing hard on it. 
She slapped the horse on the rear and Cocoa took off. I had ahold of the horn of the saddle, just screaming my fool head off. The louder I screamed the faster Cocoa ran. My cousin, Linda Sue, jumped another horse and caught up to me and grabbed Cocoa's bridle and got him to stop. I walked all the way back to the house, and you can bet your bottom dollar that I told on Aunt Dorothy, when Uncle Dickey got home. Yeppers!! LOL
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