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Another Sunday morning
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Delightful story! Jan Thank you much Jan, glad you liked it 
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Another Sunday morning
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Had to, the back of my head might have chose to rebel. hehe I used to play for HOURS in boxes...but never got stuck! LOL! 
Your very welcome carol
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Been snowing here sinse late Sunday night. Should quit today and then warm up again by thursday. I sure hope so I've had enough of the white stuff
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Morning all. Another coffee drinking morning is these part. I think I'll skip the cookie so if anyone want mine they are welcome to it.
Hope you all have a good day |
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Blackie
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Blackie. I got to spend a day this past summer with an old friend up on the mountain . We revisited some old memories and generally had a very good conversation. Not sure what was mentioned to bring up the thought, but at that moment another old friend came to mind. To this day whenever I am reminded of him I can't help but wonder what ever became of Blackie. You see, Blackie was homeless. It was right around 1969, a time in which being homeless was very unusual in small town Wyoming. None the less Blackie was homeless and so to make sure he never had to go hungry three families took it upon themselves to make sure he had at least one good meal a day. Mom was one of those who made sure Blackie didn't go without and the other two consisted of two of my aunts. One lived just down the street from us while the other one lived across town. As the months went by Blackie became very stubborn. He showed up at our house in the mornings for breakfast and if he didn't like what was being served he would make his way to my aunts house just down the street. Once there if he failed to get what he wanted he would make his way across town to aunt number three. In one of the three households on any given morning he could always find what he wanted for breakfast. Being homeless I guess he felt he had all the time in the world and figured it was worth it to make the rounds. As a kid getting ready for school I used to wonder why Blackie got to have what he wanted and I had to have creme-o-wheat or wheat puffs with powdered milk, watered down to look like milk, and very little sugar. It just was not fair. I came to resent Blackie. But Blackie was homeless, it was up to us to make sure he was fed. "What about me?" I'd holler out as mom came into the kitchen. "What about you?" Mom would ask "Why does blackie get to eat what he wants and I have to eat puff wheats with no sugar and watered down powdered milk?" "Just be glad you have something to eat, there are lots of kids in China who would like to have what you have" mom would say "Yeah well I bet they would'nt even eat this stuff" "Don't smart off to me young man" "Well, I muttered to myself, it's not fair that he gets the good breakfast and us kids have to eat wheat puffs with instant milk no less. Ack, instant milk." One day as I was sitting in the kitchen eating my cream-o-wheat with very little sugar I decided I had enough. Knowing where the sugar was kept I rushed to the cabinet, whipped open the door, reached in and grabbed the sugar, rushed back to the table and poured in more sugar than I maybe should have but I wanted some sugar in my cream-o-wheat dog gone it!!. After pouring it in I rushed back to the cabinet and put it away. All before mom came back into the kitchen. Whew,just in time. Mom showed up just as I got the sugar mixed into the cream-o-wheat. All this time Blackie was sitting there watching me. I wondered what he thought but it was his fault I had to resort to such sneaky tactics. Ack, oh crap!!! I said to myself as my face contorted into all kinds of evil looking and sick expressions. Oh lord what have I done!! "What's wrong with you now?" mom asked. Ack....cough....sputter...aaaaaaaaack. "nothing" I hacked at her. "Keep it up buster,,,,and quit making those faces or one of these days it's going to stick" "Nuh uh" I managed to say through the tears that were now begining to form. "Eat your breakfast and knock it off before I knock it out of you, your going to be late for school" I evidently didn't know the difference between sugar and salt, that's right, salt, Ack. I gave Blackie a dirty look and dared him to say something to mom. He didn't, and to this day I have never told mom about the salt in the cream-o-wheat incindent. I guess maybe because I could never forgot the incident with the beans and I hope to never have to experience that one again. One morning not long after the salt in the cream-o-wheat incident I walked into the kitchen wiping the sleep from my eyes and sitting there waiting for breakfast was Blackie. On this paticular morning he was out of luck, unless he wanted wheat puffs with instant milk. Somehow I didn't think that would do for him. Blackie was way to picky. If he didn't get tortillas and fried eggs in the morning he wasn't happy. That's all he ate every morning. If not at moms then at one of my aunts. Every morning in those days one of the three households was having tortillas and fried eggs. Blackie just had to make the rounds. Which he did. He always got what he wanted for breakfast. Lucky dog. You see, Blackie was a five pound black pure bred homeless mutt. No one ever knew what happened to Blackie. One day he just quit coming around.  good story
Thanks mirror 
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Blackie
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Blackie. I got to spend a day this past summer with an old friend up on the mountain . We revisited some old memories and generally had a very good conversation. Not sure what was mentioned to bring up the thought, but at that moment another old friend came to mind. To this day whenever I am reminded of him I can't help but wonder what ever became of Blackie. You see, Blackie was homeless. It was right around 1969, a time in which being homeless was very unusual in small town Wyoming. None the less Blackie was homeless and so to make sure he never had to go hungry three families took it upon themselves to make sure he had at least one good meal a day. Mom was one of those who made sure Blackie didn't go without and the other two consisted of two of my aunts. One lived just down the street from us while the other one lived across town. As the months went by Blackie became very stubborn. He showed up at our house in the mornings for breakfast and if he didn't like what was being served he would make his way to my aunts house just down the street. Once there if he failed to get what he wanted he would make his way across town to aunt number three. In one of the three households on any given morning he could always find what he wanted for breakfast. Being homeless I guess he felt he had all the time in the world and figured it was worth it to make the rounds. As a kid getting ready for school I used to wonder why Blackie got to have what he wanted and I had to have creme-o-wheat or wheat puffs with powdered milk, watered down to look like milk, and very little sugar. It just was not fair. I came to resent Blackie. But Blackie was homeless, it was up to us to make sure he was fed. "What about me?" I'd holler out as mom came into the kitchen. "What about you?" Mom would ask "Why does blackie get to eat what he wants and I have to eat puff wheats with no sugar and watered down powdered milk?" "Just be glad you have something to eat, there are lots of kids in China who would like to have what you have" mom would say "Yeah well I bet they would'nt even eat this stuff" "Don't smart off to me young man" "Well, I muttered to myself, it's not fair that he gets the good breakfast and us kids have to eat wheat puffs with instant milk no less. Ack, instant milk." One day as I was sitting in the kitchen eating my cream-o-wheat with very little sugar I decided I had enough. Knowing where the sugar was kept I rushed to the cabinet, whipped open the door, reached in and grabbed the sugar, rushed back to the table and poured in more sugar than I maybe should have but I wanted some sugar in my cream-o-wheat dog gone it!!. After pouring it in I rushed back to the cabinet and put it away. All before mom came back into the kitchen. Whew,just in time. Mom showed up just as I got the sugar mixed into the cream-o-wheat. All this time Blackie was sitting there watching me. I wondered what he thought but it was his fault I had to resort to such sneaky tactics. Ack, oh crap!!! I said to myself as my face contorted into all kinds of evil looking and sick expressions. Oh lord what have I done!! "What's wrong with you now?" mom asked. Ack....cough....sputter...aaaaaaaaack. "nothing" I hacked at her. "Keep it up buster,,,,and quit making those faces or one of these days it's going to stick" "Nuh uh" I managed to say through the tears that were now begining to form. "Eat your breakfast and knock it off before I knock it out of you, your going to be late for school" I evidently didn't know the difference between sugar and salt, that's right, salt, Ack. I gave Blackie a dirty look and dared him to say something to mom. He didn't, and to this day I have never told mom about the salt in the cream-o-wheat incindent. I guess maybe because I could never forgot the incident with the beans and I hope to never have to experience that one again. One morning not long after the salt in the cream-o-wheat incident I walked into the kitchen wiping the sleep from my eyes and sitting there waiting for breakfast was Blackie. On this paticular morning he was out of luck, unless he wanted wheat puffs with instant milk. Somehow I didn't think that would do for him. Blackie was way to picky. If he didn't get tortillas and fried eggs in the morning he wasn't happy. That's all he ate every morning. If not at moms then at one of my aunts. Every morning in those days one of the three households was having tortillas and fried eggs. Blackie just had to make the rounds. Which he did. He always got what he wanted for breakfast. Lucky dog. You see, Blackie was a five pound black pure bred homeless mutt. No one ever knew what happened to Blackie. One day he just quit coming around. When my son went to Iraq, Terry dog, became the cherished reminder in Corn, Ok. There are lots of pets being cared for right now for those in Irag. It's nice to know they are. Thanks for reading and your thoughts |
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Blackie
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sorry about that ..the urge hit me and well..i had to run with it...
No worries, it's all in fun |
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Blackie
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but...little did blackie know that the new family that had moved in down the street,had been watching him for quite sometime ..and they too had grown tired of the things they had to eat.. mamason this food is not like what we use to eat back home..in KOREA,thats ok the mother told her young son,because poppason has set a plate of scraps out in order to catch dinner for all of us tonight... ..so later on that night as the family sat at the table waiting for dinner..the young boy exclaimed mommason i dont know what your making but what ever it is sure smells like what we use to eat back in our homeland.. as the mother made her way from the kitchen,there on the platter,sat a meal fit for a king..she proudly set in on the table,and sat down next to her husband ..i'll have some dark meat,cause i really dont care for light meat that much ..son the mommason said there is no light or dark meat its all BLACKIE....the end....
Hmmm, so that's what happen to him.  
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Blackie
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Great story 
Thank you much
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Blackie
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Blackie.
I got to spend a day this past summer with an old friend up on the mountain . We revisited some old memories and generally had a very good conversation. Not sure what was mentioned to bring up the thought, but at that moment another old friend came to mind. To this day whenever I am reminded of him I can't help but wonder what ever became of Blackie. You see, Blackie was homeless. It was right around 1969, a time in which being homeless was very unusual in small town Wyoming. None the less Blackie was homeless and so to make sure he never had to go hungry three families took it upon themselves to make sure he had at least one good meal a day. Mom was one of those who made sure Blackie didn't go without and the other two consisted of two of my aunts. One lived just down the street from us while the other one lived across town. As the months went by Blackie became very stubborn. He showed up at our house in the mornings for breakfast and if he didn't like what was being served he would make his way to my aunts house just down the street. Once there if he failed to get what he wanted he would make his way across town to aunt number three. In one of the three households on any given morning he could always find what he wanted for breakfast. Being homeless I guess he felt he had all the time in the world and figured it was worth it to make the rounds. As a kid getting ready for school I used to wonder why Blackie got to have what he wanted and I had to have creme-o-wheat or wheat puffs with powdered milk, watered down to look like milk, and very little sugar. It just was not fair. I came to resent Blackie. But Blackie was homeless, it was up to us to make sure he was fed. "What about me?" I'd holler out as mom came into the kitchen. "What about you?" Mom would ask "Why does blackie get to eat what he wants and I have to eat puff wheats with no sugar and watered down powdered milk?" "Just be glad you have something to eat, there are lots of kids in China who would like to have what you have" mom would say "Yeah well I bet they would'nt even eat this stuff" "Don't smart off to me young man" "Well, I muttered to myself, it's not fair that he gets the good breakfast and us kids have to eat wheat puffs with instant milk no less. Ack, instant milk." One day as I was sitting in the kitchen eating my cream-o-wheat with very little sugar I decided I had enough. Knowing where the sugar was kept I rushed to the cabinet, whipped open the door, reached in and grabbed the sugar, rushed back to the table and poured in more sugar than I maybe should have but I wanted some sugar in my cream-o-wheat dog gone it!!. After pouring it in I rushed back to the cabinet and put it away. All before mom came back into the kitchen. Whew,just in time. Mom showed up just as I got the sugar mixed into the cream-o-wheat. All this time Blackie was sitting there watching me. I wondered what he thought but it was his fault I had to resort to such sneaky tactics. Ack, oh crap!!! I said to myself as my face contorted into all kinds of evil looking and sick expressions. Oh lord what have I done!! "What's wrong with you now?" mom asked. Ack....cough....sputter...aaaaaaaaack. "nothing" I hacked at her. "Keep it up buster,,,,and quit making those faces or one of these days it's going to stick" "Nuh uh" I managed to say through the tears that were now begining to form. "Eat your breakfast and knock it off before I knock it out of you, your going to be late for school" I evidently didn't know the difference between sugar and salt, that's right, salt, Ack. I gave Blackie a dirty look and dared him to say something to mom. He didn't, and to this day I have never told mom about the salt in the cream-o-wheat incindent. I guess maybe because I could never forgot the incident with the beans and I hope to never have to experience that one again. One morning not long after the salt in the cream-o-wheat incident I walked into the kitchen wiping the sleep from my eyes and sitting there waiting for breakfast was Blackie. On this paticular morning he was out of luck, unless he wanted wheat puffs with instant milk. Somehow I didn't think that would do for him. Blackie was way to picky. If he didn't get tortillas and fried eggs in the morning he wasn't happy. That's all he ate every morning. If not at moms then at one of my aunts. Every morning in those days one of the three households was having tortillas and fried eggs. Blackie just had to make the rounds. Which he did. He always got what he wanted for breakfast. Lucky dog. You see, Blackie was a five pound black pure bred homeless mutt. No one ever knew what happened to Blackie. One day he just quit coming around. |
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Of all the jobs you have
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ever held which was your favorite? The one I have now and have had for well over thirty years |
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What kind of concert?
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Hey Music. How are you this evening?
I'm bouncing in and out. Trying to get a story well on it's way before Cold Case starts and I forget what I was doing. An age thing you know. |
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Enjoy. I'm waiting for Cold Case to come on. TTYL
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Not that Im aware of. We don't have to many problems to worry about out here with any kind of disease among the wildlife.
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My only problem out here is the battle I wage with the deer population. They seem to think I grow roses so they can teach their young to feast on them in the fall when they are finally looking good, the roses, not the deer.
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I never get through with my yard. I still have projects left over from last year I still need to get done before I can start any new ones. It gives me something to do and I enjoy it.
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We're suppose to waqrm up again this week. I sure hope so. I'm tired of winter and want spring to start so I can get out into my yard and clean it up all nice a pretty. I live for summers and yard work.
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Hi Betty
Yeah I kinda been hanging around here all day. Winds been blowing a cool breeze off the mountain so I've been in most of the day. Hows thing out your way this evening? |
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BANG!!! CLANG!!!! POW!!! ZOWIE!!! BOOM!!!
EVERYBODY WAKE UP!!!! |
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