tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85090467523111011122024-03-04T20:10:26.966-08:00*~MY JOURNEY~*Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-7134164791312013912010-03-24T08:31:00.000-07:002010-03-24T08:38:38.356-07:00My BabyHere i sit..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thinkin</span> bout <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tha</span> day i brought her home, her first bath, her first trick. So many things that she had done to get in trouble yet so many ways she brought so much joy to my life. My running partner, my bed buddy, my baby. You don't know about lonely, till you've had something so precious and so sweet to just get taken away so quickly. Maybe i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">should've</span> loved her better or praised her more. She was all I had and now she's gone, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'm</span> alone again. Maddie, my sweet baby, I loved you so much from day one...you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">brought</span> so much joy and happiness to my life...you were beautiful and smart and so caring...thank you for being my sunshine...i love and miss you more than you will ever know....Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-88537781648403406232010-02-24T12:09:00.000-08:002010-02-27T11:31:18.401-08:00The Strength of the Lonely<span style="color:#ffffff;">The days grow long, and the nights even longer</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">While trying to smile, my thoughts are so somber</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">For the joy is gone, and the love is lost</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Trying to make it work is not worth the cost</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">So i go on and live with the pain</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">And try to remember the good times again</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">My memory struggles and my smile grows dim</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Still wishing things were like they were back then</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">In God i will trust and ever lean on</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">For He is my strength, and His will be done</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">He plans out my journey, and all of my steps</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">It will be in His arms that i will take my rest</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The Father in Heaven is the strength of the lonely</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Comfort and peace come from Him only</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">So i will keep trusting, and traveling on</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">For while on this journey, im never alone...</span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-27086761996456988212010-01-14T18:07:00.000-08:002010-01-14T18:50:07.171-08:00Not sure what to write about tonight... Guess I should start with how thankful I am for all of my many many blessings. So undeserving am I, yet God in all His mercy still showers me with His grace and unconditional love. I am living this life to the best of my ability, yet somehow I feel like I'm not where I need to be. I am still searching for my purpose on this earth and hoping I will find it soon. I feel like I have really let some people down along with my Lord. I am more than willing to try harder and bridge gaps and fix holes that I have created in my life. Prayer is a powerful thing, it can change everything. My prayer is my strength. I hope when it is all said and done, my Lord will be satisfied...Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-55434840061008368362009-12-01T19:28:00.000-08:002009-12-01T19:37:08.389-08:00Sorry<span style="color:#ffffff;">I'm sorry for not doing and saying the right things.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I'm sorry that I can't be what everyone wants me to be. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I'm sorry that I let it all fall apart.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I should've tried harder.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I should've been there more.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Now I'm standing here wishing that I could go back.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I'm wishing with all my being I could fix it.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I can tell myself it's not fair and that it's not right, but God's will is perfect;no one can dispute that.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Yea, I'm sorry...I know that's not enough...I just miss all of it...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Yet the memories that were made are more precious than I can ever explain.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Thankful for the steps in my journey...</span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-91743510353203798182009-11-13T06:37:00.000-08:002009-11-13T06:42:56.247-08:00To chose the road less traveled...<span style="color:#ffffff;">How often we must bear the challenges of life;</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The endless roller coaster between happiness and sorrow;</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The constant ups and downs of daily strife.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">And always the question remains .... why?</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Life is not an easy road for most;</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">It twists and turns with many forks in the road,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Although always, and inevitably, we are given a choice ...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Do we turn to the right ... or the left?</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Do we take the high road ... or the low road?</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Do we take the easy path ... or the difficult one?</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Decisions are not easy for those struggling for direction </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">...And sometimes the many choices and signs become overwhelming.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">While standing at a crossroads in life,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The urge is to take the most comfortable path;</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The road with least resistance ...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The shortest or most traveled route.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">And yet, if we've been down that comfortable road before;</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Have gleaned its lessons in life, and learned from our experiences;</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Do we yet again follow the known?</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Or does our destiny lie in another direction?</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The fear of the road less traveled is tangible and all too real;</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">It manifests itself in many ways,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">And tends to cloud the issues that might otherwise be clear.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">It is in these times of confusion,That we must seek peace and solitude;</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Time to contemplate on our life,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Our experiences and our choices past;</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Time to look back, and reflect on what we have learned without fear or confusion.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">For only each of us knows our own personal thoughts;Our unique past and personal history;</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The experiences that brought us to the crossroads we now face.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">We can always learn a small degree from others experiences,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">And yet ... no one person can walk in our shoes,Others know not, the trials and tribulations faced in private ...For each is individual ... unique ... and personal.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">And that is why ... while standing at a crossroads,Only "we" can formulate the decision for ourselves;The true direction that lies within;</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The choices we must deliberate on with clarity and wisdom.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">For it is only through personal reflection,That we can now choose our destiny;... </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Our next adventure;... And the future we will embrace.</span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-2311309575497534892009-11-03T11:26:00.000-08:002009-11-03T11:29:11.025-08:00Changing of the Season...<span style="color:#ffffff;">As the season change from hot to cold </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">And I watch the leaves change their clothes </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">From green, to brown, from red to gold </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">They never seem to change their souls. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">They remain humble even as they grow old, </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">They also hold on------ </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">To their spirits as they dance in the wind,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Even though its man's cruelty in which they must contend.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">And they cannot pretend to be uncaring, </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">And during their fruit bearing-------season, </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">They provide shade to people, but for no other reason, </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Then they are rooted to the Earth, </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">And they are grown and know at their birth, </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">That they must put people first.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">These trees are humble, Meek, Sleek, </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">And I stare in disbelief as they smile and swagger in the wind. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">They stand firm even as their leaves begin, to fall aimlessly, </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Unto the concrete. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Their strong enough to withstand the rain, </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The snow, And the sleet, </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">But of course this is what the trees mean to me. T</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">heir never out for the fame, Nor the glory, </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">But in their trunks and branches you can tell their story.</span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-68928898621231270492009-09-30T04:16:00.000-07:002009-09-30T04:23:28.704-07:00It's here<span style="color:#ffffff;">Fall is slowly creeping up on us.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Our long warm evenings are surely turning cool and crisp. Our shorts and t-shirts are being replaced by sweats and jeans. The leaves are starting there amazingly beautiful transformation into colors that can't be expressed by human words. This change in the seasons brings about a new time in this year of our lives. This to me is a time of reflection on the summer. A time to slow down a little and enjoy the harvest and the change. As God turns the hands of time forward we must enjoy every day that we are graciously allowed to experience. For it's only a short while that we have here, so we dare not take this breathtaking transformation for granted, not even for a second.</span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-55777404973864980522009-09-13T20:37:00.000-07:002009-09-13T20:48:04.413-07:00Purpose...<span style="color:#ffffff;">I love the rain because it hides my tears so well...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Have been trying to get things into perspective.... guess in reality <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I've</span> been thinking way too much about myself...I need to start putting God and others first. I wish I could be more like my mature christian friends and stop complaining and start realizing how truly blessed I am. I feel like I can't be what everyone expects me to be. I just want to be what God wants me to be. I want to know what His plan is for me. I feel like I'm letting Him down with everyday that passes. I have so many blessings and take them all for granted. I have to continue on this journey the best I can...for I know that even in my darkest and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">loneliest</span> hour...my hand is in the Master's....</span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-66920986756490362952009-09-10T19:09:00.000-07:002009-09-11T04:34:16.881-07:00disappointment...<span style="color:#ffffff;">sorry i have been away for so long...<br />It has been an extremely busy summer working at tha pool and going to tha beach and school starting. Alot of things changed this summer not many for tha good...<br />People who said they would always be there and never stop caring...weren't there, and stopped caring...rather heartbreaking.<br /><br />Am trying to get my life in order, am having to adjust to tha fact that tha ones who used to be all about me, hardly talk to me anymore...that's life i guess...<br /><br />Through all this I have learned that God is tha one who no matter what, will never EVER let me down...I owe my all to Him...<br /><br />Life is a struggle, this I've learned. I can't afford to let this get me down. As long as I keep God first, what have I to worry about....</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">But then again, God has blessed me with a few amazing friends...kinda like my undercover angels..i lean on them and the hold me up to the Lord in their prayers and thoughts... I am blessed to say tha least...</span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-51279529807412447502009-08-04T16:06:00.000-07:002009-08-04T16:09:52.699-07:00absent...<span style="color:#ffffff;">so i guess it is time i get back in this...haven't had a whole lot of internet access so that has slown me down a bit....just a few things to catch up....am managing the clendenin swimming pool....spent two awesome weeks at the beach...and am being hired for the P.E. job at Geary Elementary/Middle School...God is so good to me...I am so blessed with such amazing friends...am trying my best to walk in the path that would be pleasing to Him...</span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-76708145800948295022009-06-21T17:28:00.000-07:002009-06-21T17:31:05.239-07:00Still waiting...<span style="color:#ffffff;">Time Clicks as I await</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The hour ends before my take</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sitting, thinking, waiting; my mind escapes</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The day grows old as night passes</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">anticipating. . .</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Watching, staring, seeing. . . nothing</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Silence begins the day as morning comes without notice</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tears begin to fall, slowly</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The day moves on without hope</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Wishing to be what is not to be</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The sun moves to its peakwithout a whisper or retreat</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Time moving, but still empty</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Stomach aching, curling Still waiting</span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-6108200671131149352009-06-01T07:15:00.000-07:002009-06-01T10:40:31.794-07:00Failure<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKp1V2nhO1fYdGqJBMectSVWgRLyOo1JtnRwHuT3iOiHo8Eshk2nK05BXlxu_QTiqp7uN2X_gTfoVyPcnoMoub7Lt0SIKzddnqS1V3Mtn3rAlJQJbMbo0dS8gpUbRieOTpI2A7y640IcUc/s1600-h/6a00d83451b88369e200e54f13bad18833-800wi.gif"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342367795227561090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKp1V2nhO1fYdGqJBMectSVWgRLyOo1JtnRwHuT3iOiHo8Eshk2nK05BXlxu_QTiqp7uN2X_gTfoVyPcnoMoub7Lt0SIKzddnqS1V3Mtn3rAlJQJbMbo0dS8gpUbRieOTpI2A7y640IcUc/s320/6a00d83451b88369e200e54f13bad18833-800wi.gif" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">To try and try and yet come up short,<br />to hang my head while giving report.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">not able to make anything right,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">turns brightest day to darkest night.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Amidst thoughts of strength to find myself weak,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">brings a gut-wrenching pain of which my heart cannot speak.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Failure has never been part of my plan,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I curse times I don’t, when I know that I can.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">My standard, my goal, my hope is perfection,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">yet I am met with regret, rebuke and rejection.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Failure is a companion I have grown to despise,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">its taunts and its laughs are seen in my eyes.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">When my best just isn't good enough....</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. Psalms 23:6</span><br /></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-13976767511999775252009-05-27T06:20:00.000-07:002009-05-27T06:27:46.155-07:00My Best Friend...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN_z3BmbCD5eptWjpQZL-g1yO8sD55nIeDoSNg69ZzUqMOBdkColBQS13VUnC1zgi8cF1icc_k1U8SfIJf15W40b9r1bsBt4ZcAd6b8mrmnSDAoc3ab9LDrkkQ6eToXEJS0HKU1pzUM1_r/s1600-h/sisters_holding_hands.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340493045423411298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN_z3BmbCD5eptWjpQZL-g1yO8sD55nIeDoSNg69ZzUqMOBdkColBQS13VUnC1zgi8cF1icc_k1U8SfIJf15W40b9r1bsBt4ZcAd6b8mrmnSDAoc3ab9LDrkkQ6eToXEJS0HKU1pzUM1_r/s320/sisters_holding_hands.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>I was sitting here thinking of the words I want to say,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>but they just wouldn't come out right so I found a different way.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>I got a piece of paperand I wrote this poem for you,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>but there's no way to thank you for everything you do.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>For always being nice to me and staying by my side,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>for helping fix my problems and never leaving me behind.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>For accepting my thoughts and feelings,though you do not understand,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>for never giving up on me and being my best friend.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>For making me laugh and letting me cry </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>and saying you'd miss me if I were to die.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Everything you mean to me you could never know </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>In all the ways you've changed my life I could never show.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>The way you take care of me, you're my shining star</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>and though it's so incredible that's just the way you are.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Before I get too mushy it's time for me to go,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>but before I leave this ink-filled page there's one thing you should know.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>As long as we are living, no matter when or where,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>if you ever need me just call and I'll be there.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>I'll climb a thousand mountains and swim a thousand seas</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>anything to be there 'cause... you've been there for me. </em></strong></span></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-22046997292170065432009-05-22T06:02:00.000-07:002009-05-26T04:10:57.277-07:00My Farm<span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338635531161420642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3d4AU59dfqUs3aFc9Bn1RyEARp6z-fHEBSzfpxQ4fMleC_dCRJJtjn3zrXOpAaxYm1gU_FlM1wJQA3r4jRRiFvHl447LzJuEzrOjKnZzIOWfrK4f2lSFFihTrEU4_Cvy1oD6CV3jO__d4/s320/4e5face7583f5ad2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">We live on a 200+ acre farm. It is only part of the Linkinoggor family farm. Soon my father hopes to buy the other 400+ acres of the original farm. As far back as I can remember, I have always had my jobs on the farm. When your little, your job is to collect the eggs. I thought I was a real farmer, lol, I would sing for all I was worth while I gathered the eggs into my little bucket. I would take them home to my mother and help her put them into cartons. Fresh farm eggs just make a good country breakfast.<br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJuUn0-dYhu5F8WkBeV7kvYAPELND3D2rzlKH8sl15wd9DUqOQEAmCjt37lTp9xL2FAI7QGDntaYbf7DTx5tcDh0VGDN91MXHDX6oXqZREqDnRvNyINmql-_Ikg6cMLeWYAW0rfBiCG5aQ/s1600-h/cows.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338635702589242530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJuUn0-dYhu5F8WkBeV7kvYAPELND3D2rzlKH8sl15wd9DUqOQEAmCjt37lTp9xL2FAI7QGDntaYbf7DTx5tcDh0VGDN91MXHDX6oXqZREqDnRvNyINmql-_Ikg6cMLeWYAW0rfBiCG5aQ/s320/cows.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />As you can see we have cattle on our farm. About 100 head or so. One of my favorite memories of living and working on a farm is tha sound of my father calling cattle. I can't explain it, you just have to hear it yourself. He'd call and call and then you would hear the bull start bawling, then with in minutes, you could see the herd slowly making their way off the ridge. Cows slowly chuggin' along while their babies ran and jumped and played. They would gather round the feeders and feed troughs. I can remember my father showing me how you could rub their back just above their tails. They would stand there for as long as you would scratch and rub. I took this for granted when I was younger. I looked at it as a chore but now I see that it was a priviledge. I wouldn't trade one day of hard work on that farm for any man's money. The things I learned and experienced on our farm are things that you can't learn any where else.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338644717142027442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwx0JdcTZJxpVxByrn65HhOLNf4HghF_pDklyRd2yRntTXjaA_F4K7n9Zrk032vOeORXr2EHkwYxHM6l1powjKkpIZzrD9qT6-rWL9maAuhvgW-uvnadtSEiSzU-Bvi9QO6BmBCdyKBT9K/s320/shjuykl.bmp" border="0" /><br />Here are a couple of our babies. These belong to the "Danny Cow" and to the "Harry Cow". Yea we name our cows after who we buy them from. These little guys and gals are way too much fun. They either run and play and jump and kick, OR, they just lay in the sun and bask all day long. They are fun to be around. I love when we walk on the hill and see new babies that have just been born and cleaned up. You can't help but laugh to yourself while you watch them try and take those first wobbly steps. PRICELESS...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">I thank God for my being raised on a farm. Through this I have learned the value of a hard day of chores, the value of a dollar, and the importance of each job finished and done well. I am truly blessed to have watched the different miracles of life and growth that are everso on going. </span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_uXbN7HczbQug-HmrpZbrzSrLqp1WTO0-BfebMaAYM9gQhXsyc_kWVBQ8_JSzxF5VGoEjw-nURpDfTsF4V_Z1BAmZepRSpBEG9QOft93aiirVy5eNrUcQMdcdRuZnRQ3jsbYB-yd_GrXS/s1600-h/MnMSteer2007-3rdRow-400x300.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338639286388832914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_uXbN7HczbQug-HmrpZbrzSrLqp1WTO0-BfebMaAYM9gQhXsyc_kWVBQ8_JSzxF5VGoEjw-nURpDfTsF4V_Z1BAmZepRSpBEG9QOft93aiirVy5eNrUcQMdcdRuZnRQ3jsbYB-yd_GrXS/s320/MnMSteer2007-3rdRow-400x300.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><br /></span><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">On our farm is where I have had some of the best talks with my Jesus. I walk to the highest ridge on our farm and just sit and talk to Him for hours about everything. I feel Him kiss my cheek with a gentle breeze. I listen to Him sing a love song to me through the birds in the trees. I tell Him all my cares and He covers me with sunshine to let me know He's there and that He will keep me. This is my favorite place to be on a starry night. It seems that you can reach right up and touch the stars. I lay there and watch Him wink at me over and over in that dark sky. Thank you God for all these blessings,... my farm, and my life, and my journey...</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-19920240458961439322009-05-19T07:40:00.000-07:002009-05-19T07:56:35.207-07:00Those were the days...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76AZsdDhd9zgVA5C0iLimcXdTAQHglufnveLfz2MsfA4e5WenhkB9osxP4OxS5oKNWUlm6SSGsJVx8GtdpydZqPvJtUzlLGbsYLo7cVvjkbTs-6lS3AF39LaLjcyy5NCd_BthhjActIIL/s1600-h/2434353731_d1caa469c4.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337545166857100866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76AZsdDhd9zgVA5C0iLimcXdTAQHglufnveLfz2MsfA4e5WenhkB9osxP4OxS5oKNWUlm6SSGsJVx8GtdpydZqPvJtUzlLGbsYLo7cVvjkbTs-6lS3AF39LaLjcyy5NCd_BthhjActIIL/s320/2434353731_d1caa469c4.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> I took some time yesterday and threw a softball around with my cousin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kenzie</span>. It brought back so many memories. I remembered how I was always playing softball everyday when I was younger.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I can remember leaving practice and wanting to quit. I would leave mad cause I had a few bad throws or hits. I wanted to be the best ever...Never quite made it there...But i do remember long rides home after games. Scraped elbows, bloody knees, and on several <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">occasions</span>, broken pride. I remember <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">squatting</span> behind home plate and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">telling</span> my pitcher to burn it in to me. I remember thinking "this runner is gonna bulldoze me".."gotta get low and tag her quick"...yep, those were the days. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">When I would step up to the plate, the whole in field groaned..and the outfield backed stepped. The pitcher got nervous, for you see, at that time, I was the only left handed batter. "Never swing at the first pitch" <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">I'd</span> tell myself. "Don't settle for a walk"..."Crack it out there"...the sound of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">the</span> ball on that bat, and i was gone, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">half</span>-way to second before it ever came close to the ground. I'd round second and dive into third. After the dust cleared, nothing but a smile on my face waiting for my chance to steal home. Or..I'd jog to the dugout with my head down knowing I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">should've</span> ran faster or dove lower. I didn't play cause I loved it...I played cause I couldn't live with out it...yep, those were the days...<br /></span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-4928832439568291542009-05-14T06:04:00.000-07:002009-05-14T06:47:19.037-07:00My Valley...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimV16w3DOnFliYvg5H0PtGWQOP0jP1jpXzenAQ4-L-LRIJ9DC1X_o8XGNi3NnDpIHvsbRMeSt_KQ7Cxs_HbX_aV8Z9LH7edXGazvjwSfx7ukRfoqkaJDqBqQ6yvpt60ObU5816vO4e30d8/s1600-h/1610814928_99ddf9f11f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335667081010198450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimV16w3DOnFliYvg5H0PtGWQOP0jP1jpXzenAQ4-L-LRIJ9DC1X_o8XGNi3NnDpIHvsbRMeSt_KQ7Cxs_HbX_aV8Z9LH7edXGazvjwSfx7ukRfoqkaJDqBqQ6yvpt60ObU5816vO4e30d8/s320/1610814928_99ddf9f11f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">My life is full of mountains and valleys. It seems lately that there have been nothing but valleys ahead of me. This is where I learn to trust and draw my strength from God. I stumble and I fall, yet His hand is always there to pick me up, dust me off, and help get going again. </span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">I used to try to run through my valley, thinking if I did that then it wouldn't take as long. I couldn't have been more wrong. I have found that "slow and steady wins the race". I had to have help figuring that out. </span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">In my valley I cursed and I spit...I kicked and I hit. I blamed everything on everyone and couldn't see the big picture. All I could see is what was happening right then. All i could see was this dark scary lonely valley that was slowly swallowing me alive. Now when I look back I can't help but see how green my valley was. Thank you for my valleys Jesus. For in these I have learned that they are what make the mounntain top worth every mile.</span></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">"When there's a lesson for learning, He'll take you aside To walk in the valley close by His side. Up on the mountain sweet blessing He gives, But down in the valley is where we learn to live."</span></em> </p>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-35688931313424931412009-05-12T08:08:00.001-07:002009-05-13T07:34:42.001-07:00My Father...<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Yesterday was my father's birthday...he is 55 years young <3</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY...I LOVE YOU :)</strong></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334954733788685330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWdsYJ-Z5YCP2h5YIiwdgvw6WUmi8klAjihhBHeDpMiEfZ23p8Bv76j343xCGEKpfzktxYJhRJfdz1AvNyu_Zdi1P3yBf4b50SOtBbOvz-z50kFmw3chNmkjZ6ksWrEEa_3k6G62Ib4ZTE/s320/2734725477_ceb9314554.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">God took the strength of a mountain, The majesty of a tree,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">The warmth of a summer sun, The calm of a quiet sea,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">The generous soul of nature,The comforting arm of night,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">The wisdom of the ages, The power of the eagle's flight,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">The joy of a morning in spring, The faith of a mustard seed,<br />The patience of eternity, The depth of a family need,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Then God combined these qualities,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">When there was nothing more to add,<br />He knew His masterpiece was complete, And so, He called it ... Dad</span></div><br /></span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-69348019883014270672009-05-11T06:13:00.000-07:002009-05-11T07:17:41.360-07:00That's why I run<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">“Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us" <strong>Hebrews 12:1</strong></span></div><strong></strong><br /><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334554053109430722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOFIYVdoJ4gyfoGqdYh0QVpzl5IjTg5fTTlsBA278n2w3rV3J1BX52BqDHRPcE4pq_zrdDZVgp2fvjFaFBMIZz_jtmqnLFgUFD8Y70Kadr_B3QtUJrlDLMamMHqMQtUAHMaLeblUxr1kg0/s320/running.jpg" border="0" /></strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">"Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain."</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">1 Corinthians 9:24</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">I run every morning at 5:30.(or at least I try to...) This is my time to let everything go. This is my time to clear my head and just run for all I'm worth. With every step, I try to let one more weight fall off my chest, one more burden fall to the asphalt and shatter. I feel my heart beat in my throat and my forehead, my knees hurt and my hips ache, i want to stop, but no. Pain is weakness leaving the body....</span></div><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">When i run, it's just me, God, and the road. I think about all the expectations that weigh on my life. I think of the letdowns and the disappointments on my shoulders. I think of my short comings and failures. There's not a road long enough to cover them all. When i run, those all fall away. I shed them and leave them laying where they fall, hoping that the wind or the rain will carry them away. I leave a trail of sorrows and broken dreams that now lay by the wayside. I feel a sense of relief when i take that last step. For, by the time I've finished my run...I'm free.<br /></span><br /><strong></strong></span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-69571214662384570992009-05-06T07:56:00.001-07:002009-05-06T15:21:19.734-07:00Just Me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHikVUkPOmr4o3y9EJu3KthV1kamg4ThFjFQSaWrIsG_KFI9AjIRFR2E2PwINLeHB21tOWzG3C2tlsjEGAhr6Mx3sqIT43zKUlYrmR-0LCRGfLbQyokYAjYYqAul1v0OvRksC3DX_T0892/s1600-h/bball.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332728308972874898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHikVUkPOmr4o3y9EJu3KthV1kamg4ThFjFQSaWrIsG_KFI9AjIRFR2E2PwINLeHB21tOWzG3C2tlsjEGAhr6Mx3sqIT43zKUlYrmR-0LCRGfLbQyokYAjYYqAul1v0OvRksC3DX_T0892/s320/bball.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">From the time I was little, I knew I was great<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">'cause the people would tell me, "You'll make it--just wait."<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">But they never did tell me how great I would be<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">if I ever played someone who was greater than me. </span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">When I'm in the back yard, I'm king with the ball.<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">To swish all those baskets is no sweat at all.<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">But all of a sudden there's a man in my face<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Who doesn't seem to realize that I'm king of this place.<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">So the pressure gets to me; I rush with the ball.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">My passes to teammates could go through the wall.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">My jumpers not falling, my dribbles not sure.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">My hand is not steady, my eye is not pure.<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">The fault is my teammates--they don't understand.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">The fault is my coaches--what a terrible plan.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">The fault is the call by the blind referee.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">But the fault is not mine; I'm the greatest, you see. </span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Then finally it hit me when I started to see</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">that the face in the mirror looked exactly like me.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">It wasn't my teammates who were dropping the ball,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">and it wasn't my coach shooting bricks at the wall.<br />That face in the mirror that was always so great</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">had some room for improvement instead of just hate.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">So I stopped blaming others and I started to grow.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">My play got much better and it started to show.<br />And all of my teammates didn't seem quite so bad.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I learned to depend on the good friends I had.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Now I like myself better since I started to see</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">that I was lousy at being great--<strong><em>I'm much better being me.</em></strong></span></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-57553506479705662452009-05-05T06:23:00.000-07:002009-05-05T07:25:38.704-07:00Rain!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZweFZJizsV1tVomYNVjrMAuC0D5OdOmTXzIIfVMwzKKEckE6BIY3mpltb_tZ3mfxo1S5ecEioVIQvLpELiEGJpK4tnqTqFl08ena_j0WTxscdzeSLe-oWLj9Y6GqQZVYq3Hk5rIUED9OZ/s1600-h/rain.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332339326270012226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZweFZJizsV1tVomYNVjrMAuC0D5OdOmTXzIIfVMwzKKEckE6BIY3mpltb_tZ3mfxo1S5ecEioVIQvLpELiEGJpK4tnqTqFl08ena_j0WTxscdzeSLe-oWLj9Y6GqQZVYq3Hk5rIUED9OZ/s320/rain.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Wow, what a flood. Jokingly I told my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">weebie</span> buddies to pray for a flood. It worked! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lol</span>...God sent an abundance of rain to our already saturated <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">lil</span> countryside. Result?, Highest waters seen in about 3 years...I have to admit, I love rain. Even tho rain clouds darken the days, rain brings forth newness. It revives and refreshes. It awakens life and causes amazing growth. God always gives us exactly what we need. Things have never looked so green and alive!</span></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-16103569320377180812009-05-01T06:28:00.000-07:002009-05-01T06:48:32.822-07:00The tide is high, but i'm holdin' on...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT1PDmZJ1KBoYZ1bNEckRLEjXl56sSpD1fEViLmr-ZGBFxmLw_oACJnmiOK5su024raUxi2ZaH0jpHyKNLWwXGnWTngjsYGNgBCTRQlkUe3rffk5dgn5-2AjnFkcWHjuEbY0YW3u1_NDEq/s1600-h/wave.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330848830473426082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT1PDmZJ1KBoYZ1bNEckRLEjXl56sSpD1fEViLmr-ZGBFxmLw_oACJnmiOK5su024raUxi2ZaH0jpHyKNLWwXGnWTngjsYGNgBCTRQlkUe3rffk5dgn5-2AjnFkcWHjuEbY0YW3u1_NDEq/s320/wave.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> Yes, the tide of my life is high, but i am holding on. I am so thankful for the ones that I have to hold on to. I have an amazing support system and am beyond thankful for that. I am learning that life is not always going to go in the direction that you have planned. It WILL go in the direction that God has planned. I know I need to learn to just stand still and let God move. I am struggling, but I am hopeful. No time for floating...it's sink or swim...and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">paddling</span> for all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'm</span></span> worth.<br /></span><div></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-75279921675490422432009-04-29T20:34:00.000-07:002009-04-29T20:41:06.237-07:00S.E.W.<span style="color:#ffffff;">Dear Sarah,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">i hope that you had tha best birthday ever and know that i am so thankful for you and for all that u do and all that you are to me. I hope you know that</span> you are tha best friend that i have ever had. Thanks for being one of my greatest blessings. Can't wait to see what tha next thirty-two years have in store for you! :) <3</span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-52263259277112490172009-04-28T11:40:00.000-07:002009-04-28T11:52:51.947-07:00TO MY BEST FRIEND... WITH ALL MY LOVE :)<span style="color:#ffffff;">So, for thirty-two years this world has been made better by having this special person in it.<br />My best friend Sarah Walker. She is everything i could ever ask for and more. She knows the true meaning of the word friend and exhibits that everyday. She has made life so much better for me and has inspired me to better myself. I will never be able to understand what it was that God Almighty saw fit in me to bless me with her as my best friend. Whatever it was, i'm so glad He saw it and poured this wonderful blessing into my life. Happy Birthday Sarah...My best friend...My sister...my rock...I can only pray that i am with you for the next thirty-two years to watch you raise your wonderful family and to hear your beautiful voice and to see your beautiful smile...I love you Sarah. Happy Birthday to my best friend...<3</span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-6263845534946932712009-04-27T06:56:00.000-07:002009-04-27T10:07:36.548-07:00The end for ol' blue?!<span style="color:#ffffff;">So, this weekend on my way home from Charleston is when it happened.....<br /><br />My old blue Ford Taurus P.O.C. (piece of crap) gave out on the interstate. I couldn't get above 40 miles an hour...then i couldn't get above 20...i pulled off onto the shoulder and the ol' girl wouldn't even idle. :( I sat there for a while with no air conditioning. Finally I was able to get ahold of my father who informed me that i needed to try and start it and get off the interstate A.S.A.P. After finishing that conversation, I called my sister who sent my brother-in-law to get me. I was able to get my car to a park-n-ride. There she sits...this might actually be the end for my faithful lil' jalopy. We have had some great times....I will miss my car....then again who knows?! It just might be fixable! :)</span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509046752311101112.post-79459267644359201572009-04-24T07:07:00.000-07:002009-04-24T07:10:51.763-07:00Yay for Sunshine! :)<strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson</span></em></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Great is the sun, and wide he goes</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Through empty heaven with repose; </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">And in the blue and glowing days </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">More thick than rain he showers his rays. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Though closer still the blinds we pull </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">To keep the shady parlour cool, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Yet he will find a chink or two</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">To slip his golden fingers through.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">The dusty attic spider-clad </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">He, through the keyhole, maketh glad; </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">And through the broken edge of tiles </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Into the laddered hay-loft smiles. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Meantime his golden face around </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">He bares to all the garden ground, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">And sheds a warm and glittering look </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Among the ivy's inmost nook. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Above the hills, along the blue, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Round the bright air with footing true, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">To please the child, to paint the rose, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">T</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">he gardener of the World, he goes.</span></strong>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18360218793788748563noreply@blogger.com0