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Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Thoughts from Cathy ~ Special Kind of Stupid
Just Wondering if this sounds really odd to anyone else.
It IS January and albeit it has been a relatively mild winter here in the Texas Panhandle, what I saw yesterday made me stop and gap and wonder if common sense has just said forget it and left the planet.
The temp was about 40 deg and the wind was whistling a blustery 25 to 30 MPH!
I had just finished helping the nice young man wrestling my 50 lb bag of dog food into my vehicle, by holding the door and trying desperately not to let the wind take it and me off on a kite ride and was very thankful that my daily duty had been done. My Hunky Husband could unload it later. I pulled out of the parking lot as a large gust of wind whipped across the road carrying with it a massive spray of Texas drought dirt. I'm thanking my lucking stars that I don't have to work in this awful, nasty weather, when I am passed by ..wait for it..wait for it.. A White Mustang Convertible with it's Top Down! No this was not an old convertible that had a malfunctioning top. It was a brand NEW one. No there were not teenagers driving it, which would have at least made some sense, but 30 somethings, one girl and two boys and the girl was driving!
As I looked on stunned, she hit the gas and spend down the road as dirt piled into her new car and her face.
It was cold. It was dirty. It was a New Car! Why would anyone with common sense do this?
My only solution I found later in this pic. Then it all came to light!
It IS January and albeit it has been a relatively mild winter here in the Texas Panhandle, what I saw yesterday made me stop and gap and wonder if common sense has just said forget it and left the planet.
The temp was about 40 deg and the wind was whistling a blustery 25 to 30 MPH!
I had just finished helping the nice young man wrestling my 50 lb bag of dog food into my vehicle, by holding the door and trying desperately not to let the wind take it and me off on a kite ride and was very thankful that my daily duty had been done. My Hunky Husband could unload it later. I pulled out of the parking lot as a large gust of wind whipped across the road carrying with it a massive spray of Texas drought dirt. I'm thanking my lucking stars that I don't have to work in this awful, nasty weather, when I am passed by ..wait for it..wait for it.. A White Mustang Convertible with it's Top Down! No this was not an old convertible that had a malfunctioning top. It was a brand NEW one. No there were not teenagers driving it, which would have at least made some sense, but 30 somethings, one girl and two boys and the girl was driving!
As I looked on stunned, she hit the gas and spend down the road as dirt piled into her new car and her face.
It was cold. It was dirty. It was a New Car! Why would anyone with common sense do this?
My only solution I found later in this pic. Then it all came to light!
Monday, January 23, 2012
Mystique Jewelry
The Year of the Dragon is Officially Here!
A Golden Dragon to start the Chinese New Year! Let him bring you luck and prosperity!
Monday, January 16, 2012
The Hidden Treasure
The Hidden Treasure
By Cathy Lea Collar
Glorious and mystical, when by white eyes first seen.
So serenely beautiful, they thought 'twas but a dream.
Mesmerizing canyons, glittering jewels of stone.
Waterfalls from heaven, pour into the unknown.
Misty droplets softly, caress the face and soul.
More beauty in one place than anyone could know.
No, it was not a dreamland, but how could they have known,
The hidden treasures they had found in the Yellowstone
The Land of The Yellow Stone.
Fervent river bounding between bejeweled walls.
Carving, crashing, thrashing, following it’s call.
A bounty of bison, bellows across the plain.
Majestic elk bugeling, challenging who reigns.
Mule and white tail deer, graze in silent solitude.
The howling wolves deadly cries, that they might intrude.
No, it was not a dreamland, but how could they have known,
The hidden treasures they had found in the Yellowstone.
The Land of The Yellow Stone.
The grizzly rules in his domain, powerful and proud.
The clash of the bighorns, echo bold and loud.
The graceful trumpeter swan, glides to the lake of blue.
The river finds it’s calling, and spreads out wide and true.
Bursting from entrapment, a geyser sears the sky,
Dusting glasslike terraces with glitter from up high.
No, it was not a dreamland found, but a hidden treasure.
Found not to fill the greedy hand, but the heart with pleasure.
The Land of The Yellow Stone.
So serenely beautiful, they thought 'twas but a dream.
Mesmerizing canyons, glittering jewels of stone.
Waterfalls from heaven, pour into the unknown.
Misty droplets softly, caress the face and soul.
More beauty in one place than anyone could know.
No, it was not a dreamland, but how could they have known,
The hidden treasures they had found in the Yellowstone
The Land of The Yellow Stone.
Fervent river bounding between bejeweled walls.
Carving, crashing, thrashing, following it’s call.
A bounty of bison, bellows across the plain.
Majestic elk bugeling, challenging who reigns.
Mule and white tail deer, graze in silent solitude.
The howling wolves deadly cries, that they might intrude.
No, it was not a dreamland, but how could they have known,
The hidden treasures they had found in the Yellowstone.
The Land of The Yellow Stone.
The grizzly rules in his domain, powerful and proud.
The clash of the bighorns, echo bold and loud.
The graceful trumpeter swan, glides to the lake of blue.
The river finds it’s calling, and spreads out wide and true.
Bursting from entrapment, a geyser sears the sky,
Dusting glasslike terraces with glitter from up high.
No, it was not a dreamland found, but a hidden treasure.
Found not to fill the greedy hand, but the heart with pleasure.
The Land of The Yellow Stone.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Thoughts from Cathy ~ Save the Twinkie
Hostess, Maker Of Twinkies, Files For Chapter 11 Bankruptcy Protection
NO MORE TWINKIES?
Boy are we in trouble now! No more TWINKIES! No sugary treat in our lunch box? No delicious delight in our vending machines? No Sacred Treasure in our glove box? We will have to break open President Clinton's time capsule to find our fix!
Pleased Help! These treats are in serious danger of going into extinction!
We must all work together to alleviate this desperate situation! It is up to us to pull this precious icon from the grasp of nonexistent. We can not leave this critical matter up to our government, for they would just sweep our treasured TWINKIES under the carpet and forget they ever existed.
So let's do this! SAVE THE TWINKIES!!!!
Everyone go to the store first thing in the morning and buy some TWINKIES!
Please pass the word on to all of your friends!
Monday, January 9, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
MYSTIQUE - STONE MAGIC (The Spirit Within)
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Little Freddie Freckle Face
Little Freddie Freckle Face
By: Cathy Lea Collar
Little Freddie Freckle Face,
Could not find a hiding place.
Each morning he’d sneak out of bed,
And place a hood over his head.
He’d scrape the freckles off his face,
And place them in a big strong safe.
He’d sneak slyly down the hall,
Ducking behind every wall.
He’d gather up his books and go!
Dodging freckles to and fro!
They were hiding everywhere,
Behind the sofa and the chair!
They hid behind each bush and tree.
And oh! They were so hard to see!
Little Freddie Freckle Face
Could not find a hiding place.
They would follow him to school.
Sometimes hiding in the pool.
He would be swimming in the sun,
Splishing, splashing, and having fun.
When he went to change his clothes,
There they were - splat - on his nose.
And then sometimes after gym,
He would find them on his chin.
No matter what he did each day,
They would detect him anyway.
He’d leave home without a freckle
And return all full of speckles.
Little Freddie Freckle Face
Could not find a hiding place.
So each day he’d hide and run.
Dodging freckles was not fun!
By: Cathy Lea Collar
Little Freddie Freckle Face,
Could not find a hiding place.
Each morning he’d sneak out of bed,
And place a hood over his head.
He’d scrape the freckles off his face,
And place them in a big strong safe.
He’d sneak slyly down the hall,
Ducking behind every wall.
He’d gather up his books and go!
Dodging freckles to and fro!
They were hiding everywhere,
Behind the sofa and the chair!
They hid behind each bush and tree.
And oh! They were so hard to see!
Little Freddie Freckle Face
Could not find a hiding place.
They would follow him to school.
Sometimes hiding in the pool.
He would be swimming in the sun,
Splishing, splashing, and having fun.
When he went to change his clothes,
There they were - splat - on his nose.
And then sometimes after gym,
He would find them on his chin.
No matter what he did each day,
They would detect him anyway.
He’d leave home without a freckle
And return all full of speckles.
Little Freddie Freckle Face
Could not find a hiding place.
So each day he’d hide and run.
Dodging freckles was not fun!
Friday, January 6, 2012
MYSTIQUE - STONE MAGIC (The Spirit Within)
Ready for Spring. Put this on and these beautiful butterflies will bring Spring into your heart.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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