
Friday, May 30, 2008

Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
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This is Dad's garden...the Stop Sign Garden has Candy would call it .
He loves his gardening ...at the back of the trailer he has an bunch of veg's growing to ....
Mom can't touch the garden ....it's a man thing ..with Dad
Well I hope you enjoy today's entry....all the best and God Bless you all.
(Please remember just click on the pictures and they should come up large to look at )
Friday, May 23, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
I know your mother's day was special ...

and you are special to us ..all our love and God Bless you .....
Also Happy Birthday to Bare's brother Bob and Bare's nephew Brett .
(Thanks to Joanne...and Lisa ...for elements and paper for used for layouts)
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008

God Bless you and your family
Mother’s Day Poem For a Friend
I’m proud to have you as my friend,
A wonderful friend for me;
You’re also a great mother, too;



Thursday, May 8, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008

(Thanks to Joanne for the flowers used and to Cjkeifer for paper and fisherman element to make this layout)
Well I hope everybody is having a great week .. remember smile a little...... and laugh a lot
To all my friends and family to those who stop by:
NAIL IN THE FENCE
Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.
(Most importantly the last sentence)
There once was a little boy who had a bad
temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails
and told him that every time he lost his
temper, he must hammer a nail into the back
of the fence. The first day the boy had
driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next
few weeks, as he learned to control his
anger, the number of nails hammered daily
gradually dwindled down. He discovered
it was easier to hold his temper than to
drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't
lose his temper at all. He told his father
about it and the father suggested that the
boy now pull out one nail for each day that
he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally
able to tell his father that all the nails
were gone. The father took his son by the
hand and led him to the fence He said, 'You
have done well, my son, but look at the
holes in the fence. The fence will never be
the same When you say things in anger,
they leave a scar just like this one. You
can put a knife in a man and draw it out.
It won't matter how many times you say I'm
sorry, the wound is still there. ' A verbal
wound is as bad as a physical one.
Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They
make you smile and encourage you to succeed.
They lend an ear, they share words of praise
and they always want to open their hearts to us.'
YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED!
Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008

Thanks again to Olivia (aka Mrs Miles ) for the kit used to do this layout.
I want to thank AmyW for the papers and frame for this layout and Olivia (aka Mrs Miles) for the lettering used. Make sure to visit these talented ladies site for lots of freebies and help.