TBT: The Incidental Gardener

This story happened about 12 years ago, in a land far away. We lived in Converse, TX at the time, my daughter was 4, and we had a few dogs and cockatiels. One of the dogs was my first Aussie ever, Astra, a.k.a. Fuzzy Scissor Teeth, a.k.a. The Hamburgler, and probably other nicknames I’m forgetting.

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Me with the Baby Girl, Jinx on the left, Astra on the right. This was taking about 2 years prior to when this story took place.

The Story:

It had been a long week, but the weekend had arrived and Sunday was a day for working in the garden. We had a small home in the city with a beautiful back yard lined all the way around with crepe myrtles that yielded pink flowers, courtesy of the previous owner. There were two holly bushes right in the center of the yard where each year we would have Cedar Waxwings visit to eat as they passed through. A large Oak stood in the center of the yard providing shelter to birds and shade to us and the dogs who would often play underneath it’s branches. Well it was time to trim up the bushes and tree branches since it was brush pick up week this week. This would be our only chance to get this done. Monday was quickly approaching, so we worked very hard all day. We dragged out all the branches to the curb at the end of our trim day and went in for the night, job well done.

The following morning was Monday, a regular workday for my husband and I was a stay-at-home Mom to my then four year old daughter. I set about my day’s routine which consisted of feeding a young girl, dogs and birds. The dogs would go outside and sit in the sun on the deck and play in the yard. At the time we had three dogs; Jinx, our Rottweiler; Chase, our Pomeranian; and the youngest of the bunch, Astra, our Australian Shepherd. Astra was also four years old at the time, same as my daughter. In fact, when Astra was just a pup of four months old I found out I was pregnant with my daughter. These two were virtually raised together and Astra was quite mischievous. Oh I remembered another title I gave her, “curator of games.” She was great at thinking up new games. So since everyone had eaten, the dogs were outside sunning and playing, my daughter was likely catching up on Blues Clues so I set out to straighten up the kitchen. Standing at my sink I could see outside the window into the backyard. Such a lovely view, seeing that huge Oak tree and all the crepe myrtles. I quite enjoyed my view. When I was done I walked over to the table which brought me to the sliding patio door and I see a LARGE BRUSHY branch on the porch! I was shocked! I thought, “wow, that’s strange, I don’t recall seeing this branch there earlier. Hmm, we must have missed that one.” In my mind I contemplated how in the world I did not see this large branch. I surmised that perhaps we forgot it in the yard and one of the dogs just brought it up. Which dog could have done it? Only two could take the blame, that would be either Jinx the Rottie, or Astra the Aussie. Chase, although large for a Pomeranian (he was not overweight, very proportional but tipped the scales at 15 lbs, this is how I like my Poms, far less health problems in my opinion… moving on) there was no way Chase could drag this large of a branch up to the deck. “Oh well,” I thought, and I went and took the branch and set it down the side of the house over a small fence meant to keep the dogs from running down to the gate. Drainage was poor on this side of the house so we kept this small blocking fence panel up to keep from having muddy dogs who could not help themselves but to run through that muddy trench. We had plans to fix it but for now the fence panel worked. So I set the brushy branch over the fence. I would need muck boots to take the branch up to the big pile that was now on the curb in the front yard awaiting pick up.

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Naptime came for the girl and after I returned to the kitchen to prep for lunch and dinner. As I rounded the corner of the living room I can see through the patio doors to the back deck and my eyes beheld yet ANOTHER large brushy branch sitting on the deck!! Now I’m like, now wait a minute!! I KNOW that I got all those branches. I may be a young busy Mom but I am not yet senile to have missed another branch. While I did not walk the entire back yard when I went out to set the previous branch over the fence panel I was sure I did not see any additional branches. Well, I took the NEW branch and set it over the fence, but before I did, I made a big scene and thrashed the branch around and said and I quote, “BAD BRANCH, THAT’S A BAD BRANCH, NOOO!” As I did that I watched the reactions on my two dogs in question, but got an equal reaction from them, both were sad and apparently guilty, this was not helpful in ascertaining who was my prime suspect.

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My suspects: Astra (left) and Jinx (right)

Now when I walked up the branch was just laying there, and dogs were laying around it in the sun. No one was touching it, no one was particularly closer to it than the others. It was “just there.” I took this branch to my now growing branch pile over the fence panel. I returned inside and contemplated my next step. I needed to figure out who was my hedge trimmer. I had my suspicions but I needed some proof. So I decided instead of letting all the dogs out at the same time, I would let them out two at a time. Chase with Jinx or Chase with Astra, but NOT Jinx and Astra together. It took a few hours, and I kept trying to spy out the windows to catch someone in action, but whoever was doing this was sneaky! Finally I got my NEW branch! A new fresh-clipped branch. Our yard was not that big and when I set the previous branch over the fence panel I checked to be sure there were no additional branches we may have missed. No, these were fresh and chewed branches! My culprit: Astra the Aussie!! I was not really shocked, one of her nicknames was after all, Fuzzy Scissor-teeth, oh yes we also called her Dr. Astra because she could snip on a stitch line and gut her toy animals with the greatest precision!! Impressive indeed. Well these same chompy teeth were now the benefactors to this new brushy branch I now added to the branch pile. Now that I had my suspect front and center I would take steps to ensure she would not continue her trimming as there wasn’t much left to trim. If she continued she might start on the crepe myrtles next. Who knew, it needed to stop! My plan was now to purchase a wire basket muzzle. I went to the pet store and they had none, so I ordered one online. It took a few days to arrive so in the mean time I had guard duty. Astra would not be allowed out unsupervised for now.

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Sherlock models a wire basket muzzle he wears to protect leashes from chewing 😉

The Muzzle Arrives:

When the muzzle arrived I had to train Astra to accept it. She had never before been required to wear one so this was not something she was happy about. After a few treats to show her how it wasn’t half bad to wear one as you get special treats to do so, she was allowed out in the yard. First I would sort of obscure myself from view and spy on her and when I was comfortable with her compliance I let her stay out a little longer. We did this for a total of three days. When she came inside I would remove the muzzle, and when she went out, she would wear it… to protect the branches. After the third day, I removed the muzzle and watched carefully. My plan worked!! No trees or bushes were chewed from this day forward.

Lesson learned:

Why did Astra chew the branches? Well the first response would be that Astra was a unique dog, but this behavior is not that unique actually. Astra communicated very well with us, for a dog (I have other stories for another time to back this up). She was very involved and inquisitive in all that we did. The day that we were trimming the trees she was outside with us. I have had other dogs see me digging in the garden, and they also began digging holes at the same time. A learned behavior. She taught me that it is best to NOT do behaviors with them that you do not want them to pick up. Not all dogs are exactly this way, some definitely more than others. Anyway, it was such a funny situation and it always makes me smile to look back and remember it. Astra (nor Jinx) is no longer with us, as many dog trainers and people who show do I sent her to a retirement home to make room for a new dog. Her new home was wonderful and she was very loved, however, she was stolen by some workers who had come by when the new owners were not home. We never got to say goodbye to her officially. We miss her very much! She is one of our most memorable dogs, I do believe she has the MOST nicknames. If you knew her, maybe you can remember one. Another one I remember was “Fuzzy Q-tip” because when she was a teen pup she had a fuzzy head and rump but the rest of her body was not fuzzy at all, she was skinny in the middle. It looked so cute and funny. I called her my Ambassador, she loved people and kids. When she was young I used to have to hold her ankles and lay her on her side so they could actually pet her because she would wriggle so much! More stories of Astra to come at a future TBT for certain.

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So many adventures with these two, they will always hold a special place in my heart ❤ . Gone but never forgotten!!

Until next time, Yah bless…

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Rules – Relationship = Rebellion

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Heading back to shore

After a few days of threatening rain and actually deluge rain storms we actually had a pleasant, albeit warm, but none-the-less… pleasant sort of day. I went to pick my daughter up from work and found out she was scheduled to work an additional set of hours so I returned home for about an hour and a half. The timing worked out to where I would leave 30 minutes before the dogs evening feed time so I had a hair-brained scheme of packing up all the pooches; that would be: 2 old Aussies, Ty (11) and Ronen (10) and two younger dogs; Sherlock, my daughter’s 10 month old Blue Lacy/Catahoula cross and Jasmine, our newest pack member, a purebred 3 month old Catahoula.

This was a maiden voyage, up to this point I had taken the dogs out SEPARATELY never all together in the same vehicle, so this would be a first for everyone… including me. Well it isn’t exactly my first rodeo, I’ve been working with dogs avidly since I was 13. For the last 5 years we have had the pleasure of having a rough and ready group of Aussies plus one Pomeranian that were all basically trained to leashes, on and off lead, voice commands, etc. We have known what to expect all these years out of this bunch. With that said, I packed a small bag with water for the dogs and other miscellaneous items you might need when walking dogs at a park. Plastic bags for poop (blech, I know but it is necessary) included. I loaded the new crew in the truck and put everyone in their places, no crates were used, although I’m realizing that was probably a mistake on my part, next time, I think I will use the crates if possible. I put Ronen on the back driver’s seat and on the clear opposite side of the bench I put wily Sherlock and tethered them to their spots so they would not bounce about the truck. I put Ty in the front seat and placed little Jasmine next to him. I knew he would not LOVE this idea but with me there he would tolerate her infringing on his space bubble. I put Jasmine next to Ty so that she would feel secure enough to not try to jump on me or in the back seat with the boys and cause chaos. So off we went. I had to get out and get the gate, it was already open so I drove through and had to get out to close it. All the dogs got sad and were staring at me out the windows except Sherlock who was attempting to find out if he could climb out and follow me. He could not so he just made a valiant attempt. I climbed back into the driver’s seat and headed down the road. With all the chaos of getting the dogs out to the truck and loaded up I was now painfully aware that in all the commotion I had forgotten to grab my phone. I would not turn back for it now, it would be too much to get out again and open and close the gate again plus leaving all the dogs in the truck would not go over well while I ran in to grab my phone. So I would have to go without. I drove down the road and to my daughter’s place of employment. The Aussies rode like they always do, like champs. They love car rides! Jasmine did well with the arrangement but Ty got wiggly when we were stopping and going so to get a better seat he squished Jasmine and she squished up on the center console next to me. I allowed her to stay there as she seemed to like it, until she decided she needed to lick my ear and climb in my lap. Then I set her back in the seat next to Ty. Sherlock was looking out all his slightly open windows and wiping nose prints on all the glass surfaces near him, then he would get cheeky and sniff Ronen. Ronen did not like this and tried to ignore Sherlock by sticking his head over on my shoulder closest to the window. Better than taking matters into his own paws and starting a fight. So then we arrived at my daughter’s work place. I did not have my phone so I put the truck in park right by the door, left my hazards on and ran in to let her know I was indeed just outside the doors. I went back to the truck and waited. Some people were trying to load their vehicle and I was in the way so I drove around the parking lot and circled back to where I was not blocking anyone’s way. My daughter came out and we shuffled dogs around so she could get in her seat and seat belted, then we went to a nearby park. We pulled in and parked and carefully extracted each dog from the truck, one by one. We got each one secured and organized walking arrangements. My daughter would take the older, well-trained dogs. I would get the honor of walking the wild children, Sherlock Puppy and Jasmine Puppy. Joy! I knew that I was getting myself into this mess and I figured it would be worth it in the end so we moved forward with our plan. We got all the dogs organized and I put the bag with dog water on my shoulder and we headed to the trail entrance and were greeted by a sign that said, “Lawn Fertilizer has been placed on the grass, remove this sign after 48 hours has been completed.” I was like…. “Oh great, should we go home? It has already been pretty eventful I think the dogs would be tuckered just from what we had already accomplished.” My daughter said, “no, we are here, let’s go on the opposite trail that has very little grass that goes by the river.” I liked that idea, so off we went. This walk would be slightly shorter anyway than what I had originally planned. We headed down the path, Sherlock did really well. I got him walking nicely in a good rhythm. He heeled well, all the training we had done up to this point concerning heeling had obviously paid off. My daughter was having a good time with the Aussie boys, too. They were excited and tugging a little, but she did some work with them and they also settled in for the most part until little Jasmine, who is too little and young yet for proper heeling lessons went dog bowling. She would run and lick my leg, then run to chomp my daughter’s leg, then chomp-chomp at both Ty and Ronen, then she would turn and charge at Sherlock and chomp-chomp at him, then repeat… over and over and over. It was pretty funny, and Sherlock ignored her, but Ty and Ronen were not liking her diving into them so they were dodging her advances causing her to really chase into them. This caused more drama for my daughter so I reeled in the riley puppy and we decided to walk in a parallel line, so she could not easily dive into the Aussies. It sort of worked until we passed another fellow walker, with a small dog in tow. We went into single file and passed them. Then we went back into parallel formation. All was going well and then I saw a small path down a forest trail that led to the river bank. The temptation was too great, I said, “Should we go down to the water?” My daughter said, “sure.” So off we went down the forest trail. The previous weekend I had an injured knee that is doing much better now, but still a little tingy at times so I made my way as cautiously as I could with a young dog and a really young puppy flopping at the end of my lead. We finally made it to the river bank, unscathed. I really wanted to wade into the water, very badly. Before you knew it I gave into to better reason and had my shoes and socks OFF and I was wading in right along with my Aussies, they love water. Back home in Texas we used to go on “pond walks” they loved fetching sticks and swimming so they were “in” for sure. Jasmine bounded right in, she loved it so much and was zooming through the river bank and getting everyone splashed whether they liked it or not. Sherlock on the other hand…well out of all the dogs, he is the one that is actually built for swimming. He even has webbed toes to boot. Does he like water? NO, he absolutely despises it, we wondered how he would do. Well when I waded in I was surprised that he actually decided on his own to follow me into the water. At this point only I was in the water and there is a “6-ft leash rule” in the park so I was holding on to Sherlock’s leash and 2 Aussies, then Jasmine saw me in the water and decided she wanted to come stand with me. When she got to me she was swimming around me because the water was high for her. She found out I was standing on a smallish flat rock and she tucked her little body over my feet and glued herself to my legs, but then found it was too cold and now, being the tiny puppy that she was… she was tired, hungry and sleepy all at the same time and wanted me to pick her up and make her feel better. So now my daughter was no longer immune to the temptation of wading into the river and she was now standing calf deep with jeans rolled up and shoes on the river bank. I headed back to shore with the now cold, very wet puppy and I am holding FOUR leashes!! I thought I had them good but was thinking that I needed to get my shoes on. In the new chaotic situation that formed I dropped one of my leashes in the spaghetti leash mess I had in my hands :O . If it had been Ty or Ronen it would have been no sweat. They are voice trained and would stay with me anyhow, the leash is just because of the rule. In fact, if it weren’t for the rule, they would have been off leash, no contest. If it had been Jasmine it also would have been fine because you see, she is deaf, and so she relies on us to understand her world. She is bold and brave but attentive to watch us because she does not want to lose track of us. Well it wasn’t either of those 3 dogs, nope, it was the worst of all dogs this could have happened to… it was our teenage boy dog, whose theme song is “Thug Life” dog…. Sherlock.

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“I didn’t choose thug life, thug life chose me 😂 Sherlock”

Yep, at first he walked off and then he realized he was really “loose” and then he RAN off!! He’s like, “I’m free I’m free.” Granted he still was dragging a leash, a very nice leash, I mean a very, very nice leather leash that brand new in store for a NYLON one they cost easily $40, but this one is not nylon it is LEATHER!! So he is running up the forest trail and my daughter went up to catch him. It is easy to panic and RUN after a loose dog, but sometimes the best thing to do is follow quietly, …sometimes. Well Sherlock got to the top of the path and my daughter got up there. I was helpless and could not follow because I was down at the water’s edge with my shoes still off (oh my daughter’s shoes were also off at this point because we were just getting ready to put them back on) and holding 3 dogs. Plus my bag was on the ground and there was NO way I was going to be able to get myself and everything up the hill, besides that I did not want Sherlock to run further away thinking we were pursuing him. He was NOT scared, he was brazen and bold about his escape, I assure you! So from the river bank I coached my frustrated daughter on how to catch her brazen beast of a puppy. I hollered up to her, “RUN AWAY FROM HIM!”  What this does is confuses the dog who is trying to escape into a predator/prey response. My daughter running away from him made him think, “Oh I need to chase her.” It worked!! So he ran back toward her but ran past her! So again from the river bank I yelled, “NOW RUN AGAIN THE OTHER WAY!” So she did, and again he could not resist and he chased after her, but ran past her again. This happened two additional times. I stood at the river bank, helpless to help them other than my coaching and I prayed, “Abba please allow us to catch this SILLY puppy. Please don’t let him get hurt, or hurt anyone else as he is running around.” Puppies can make bad decisions sometimes in their exuberance, and he at 10 months old does not really look like a puppy to the average person. Thankfully there was no one else in the immediate area during our fiasco. So now the thought popped in my head, I did not feed the dogs before I left, it was ‘almost’ feed time but I decided I would feed when we arrived home. I knew that all the dogs would be hungry and in my mind, dinner was their reward. I called to Sherlock and said, “SHERLOCK DO YOU WANT TO EAT?” He immediately turned and ran down to me at the river!! Of course, he was hungry!! Well I still could not grab him since I was still standing there with 3 dogs, our only hope at this point was my daughter who was cautiously making her way down the path. Her feet hurt from running on the rocks, and she still had blisters from this past weekend’s cow show. I told her not to make a big deal about it but come down and collect him. He sensed the “trap” and realized I did not have food so he bolted back up the path towards my daughter hoping to dive past her and back up to the forest trail where they were doing their “chase” game. As he was running past her she dove down and was able to snatch his leash!! Hooray!!! Thank you Abba. Tears of relief and joy emerged, she was a mixture of angry and hurt, too, that he would choose to not listen.

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Take away: One thing I usually emphasize with my dogs is an off leash recall. I have taught all my dogs this important tool. It has saved them from impending danger (blog posts for another time I’m sure). Sherlock has obviously not received the concept entirely yet. He doesn’t see the importance, nor does he care. He is a male, teenage dog with an attitude problem. We have to convince him that we are worthy of his loyalty and that he should listen and follow us no matter if he “wants” to do something different. It reminds me of a teaching I had heard not long ago from Brad Scott talking about God’s relationship with us. Brad Scott said this phrase: Rules without Relationship equals rebellion. This can totally apply to Sherlock. He knows what we expect of him, he knows the rules, he knows the right thing to do, and it isn’t that he has not been taught. We are waiting for that “switch” to go off in his brain that he makes the conscience decision to CHOOSE to Listen and Obey. This is the Shema in Hebrew, Shema means “listen AND obey.” What a great lesson we got today. I hope Sherlock learned a thing or two, probably only that he should have ducked instead of dodged (haha) but here’s to hoping that he will one day be a very good and obedient dog, too. Just like all his predecessors that have graced the halls of our household over the years.

Until next time:

Yah bless …

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Announcement

So, after an approximate 3 year hiatus, I am excited to announce that I am re-joining Beauticontrol as a Consultant. Previously I represented this company for nearly 7 years  and upon our transition to New England I switched gears into focusing solely on Health Products. I offer Young Living Essential Oils and Nature’s Sunshine Health Products. I will CONTINUE to offer these wonderful products and am simply re-implementing Beauticontrol Spa Products to my regime.

For those that do not know, my umbrella business name for this endeavor is Starstuck Spa – focusing on Health and featuring products from all 3 outstanding companies; Beauticontrol, Young Living, AND Nature’s Sunshine.

My return to Beauticontrol did not come as a surprise for me really.  As my inventory dwindled over the past 3 years, I was forced to look at alternatives to the level of quality I was used to with Beauticontrol products. For the price, I could not find anything to rival. The final straw for me was going to Walmart to purchase some foundation. I had finally come to my last bottle of my favorite Beauticontrol foundation and I went to Walmart to pick up an “old” favorite, a Lorea’l product. The entire incident was a fiasco, from going into the aisle to make my selection on a heavily monitored aisle of the store, not only by the blaring and literally strobe lighted, blinking -to let the shopper beware that they are being watched, there was also a Walmart employee at the end of the aisle that would have made a knock-off spy movie proud with her obviousness.  She was peaking at us from one end of the aisle and when we walked to the end where she was standing she scampered off. I realized I forgot something and went back into the aisle, she returned and continued to spy. I only became aware of her return when we turned to leave and she scampered off a second time. I was NOT happy about this treatment. I understand it is necessary due to them obviously having a theft problem, but really Walmart? Back at home I used this product and upon application it immediately BURNED my skin, just the sensation, it did not leave my skin red or give a rash thankfully. The foundation was very watery, not what I had been accustomed to with my Beauticontrol products. The next day, my skin was PEELING! I was shocked. I had to do a skin scrub and moisturize my skin to get things back to normal. Lorea’l did refund my money for the purchase of the product as I did call their company and report it. So back to square one, I realized that I was just going to keep spinning my wheels OR I could return to the trusted, and loved company that I enjoyed so much. So there you have it!

I rejoined the company under my former Director, Paulette Moose. She is amazing!! Her story of how she came to Beauticontrol is inspiring and she is quite the business woman. She is a great example of how to run your Business to a well-oiled success.

If you are interested in hearing more about this, send me a private message and I’ll be happy to help. I will be adding tabs to my Home page here on my blog that will have some basic info on the products. I look forward to hearing from you!

**UPDATE** After a brief run, sadly for me and many other consultants who had grown to love these outstanding products; Tupperware, which is the company that owns Beauticontrol, has decided to shut down Beauticontrol. This came to my knowledge on our recent trip to Texas during which I was to attend the Beauticontrol Conference “Celebration 2017.”

Not to worry, for now I will refocus my business on my other endeavors:

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Don’t be a Fickle Friend

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Why is it that Social Media seems to make us, that is …people that participate on the Internet Survivor as another FB’er recently coined, to make us all become so fickle!! :/

Think about it, we are all just one click away. Ugg, and then you may run into these people in “real life.” Then what? Choose to be real, fight being fickle!

How many times have you been voted off of someone’s Internet Social Media Survivor? I have lost count!

Have I participated, sadly I have to say yes. I don’t anymore though. I refuse to reduce myself to that level.

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Worcester County 4-H Fair 2016

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We just got back from the Worcester County 4-H Fair in Spencer, MA at Camp Marshall. It was a fun time, but we are glad to be home… it is a brief interlude until our next show which starts this Friday and lasts through until Monday.  You’ll have to wait until my next post to find out where 🙂 .

I’m not certain that I posted on Bolton Fair, here’s a recap in case I did. We did fairly well there, but we actually showed up at the fair a week early! A little mishap on our calendar where we got some dates a little mixed up. Ha well, it happens to the best of us. We took a critical look at our calendar and are all sorted now. So here is a little photo gallery of that fair, see captions for a quick run through on the events….

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So with that aside, let us now turn our attention on this weekend’s show, the Worcester County 4-H Fair in Spencer, MA at Camp Marshall.

It was a fun, but long weekend. Not as long as a couple of upcoming shows will be, but it was the longest for us since the Big East we attended in May 2016. Here is a link to a post covering both The Big East and Hampden County Fair.

The point about the length is that we got to sleep in our horse trailer!! 😀 We converted the tack room into a sort of cabin, well it fits a nice set of twin/full bunk beds, and this was the first time since The Big East that we got to sleep in here WITH BUNK BEDS. Last time we slept on a raised air mattress. That was interesting and decent, but the bunk beds… well… they were real nice! ❤ The only hang up is that we had no electricity and while our tack room is well equipped with an A/C we were unable to run it because of the lack of electricity. We had to tough the 1st hour at bedtime, but after a little while things cooled down to the point where we appreciated the extra blankets we had brought along.

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Here is a short slide-show about this weekends fair. 🙂 Enjoy!

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That’s all for now, Yah bless …

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New “Pet” #TBT

The year and month is circa October 2010:
So here’s the story… I was at my friend’s house today in San Marcos. We were making some tea in the kitchen when over her shoulder and through her kitchen window I spy this “thing” on the wall. I’m like… odd, it isn’t Halloween and my friend does not even celebrate Halloween (good thing) but this strange thing I spy looks like a giant “splat” or a giant “spider.” Note I am analyzing this creature/object from about 100+ feet away!

So I ask my friend, “Hey (friend’s name), what is that thing across the way there on the wall underneath the brown lamp?”

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So matter-of-fact she says, “Oh it’s a tarantula.”

haha!! I was like “WHOA! Are you serious??”

So I ran out and snapped some photos. Then I caught it and I planned to bring it home and put it in an aquarium for “further observation.” When Jason found we had yet another furry pet (LOL) he guessed what it was right away when I said it is furry and loves to eat crickets and bugs. He was like “NO WAY!”

So I guess attempting to throw the spider on us and make us scream, well, like girls!! haha!! He made us decide we did not need to take the little fella home after all. So we released him…or her, not sure which they seem to be sexually dimorphic.

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Until next time, Yah bless …

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LOVE YOUR SPOUSE CHALLENGE!!! Day 7

LOVE YOUR SPOUSE CHALLENGE!!!

I WAS NOMINATED BY (…) TO POST PHOTOS WITH MY SPOUSE FOR 7 DAYS AND TO TAG 2 PEOPLE EACH DAY TO KEEP THE CELEBRATION OF LOVE GOING TO PROMOTE MARRIAGE!!! Day 7- I nominate (…) and (…)

2016! 21 Years and still going strong😀! Thank you Abba! ❤

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My advice for a good marriage – Ruby Wives! Keep your husband happy and remember the saying, “home is where the heart is.”

Until tomorrow, Yah bless …

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