Mother Nature Roars On Good Friday!

Today many families gathered together to celebrate Easter Sunday. Little kids woke running to their Easter baskets to see the goodies
the Easter bunny had left them. Mothers dressed their little daughters in pretty pastel colors, curling their hair and adorning it with soft pastel ribbons.
Many gathered together for morning services at their church to celebrate the resseruction of Jesus Christ. Many had big meals planned with family and friends, and
many in Greenwood and Abbeville wondered around their yard still in shock, still in total dismay of the destruction Good Friday's tornadoes delivered.
As I sat in church today, I glanced around at all who surrounded me who had come to celebrate Christ's ressurection, while we gathered, there were others
who didnt have a home, they didnt have a place to lay down tonight, so much was taken from them in just a blink.
I was mesmerized this weekend over the damage the storms had caused, I have never experienced anything like this. while we were safe and spared from
any destruction on our home and property, the tornado went right over our house as we gathered in the living room praying for safety.
My hearts go out to the ones who have lost their homes, and I pray that they can rebuild to bigger and better! I thank God no lives were lost
and i thank God for our safety.



















To see more photos of the destruction click here:
http://s638.photobucket.com/albums/uu106/kaffeinatedkel/april%202009%20tornado/

Its A Wonderful Internet..Its Story Time

Remember those cute pop up books as a child, or the ones you have read or reading to your children?
Thanks to the world wide web, pop up books are now on the web. hehe
This is a clever little story of how we might would be with out our internet. I do hope you enjoy it!
Click on the red arrow to view "the pop up" and the faded arrow on the bottom of the page lets you turn the page.

http://www.antfarminteractive.com/itsawonderfulinternet/website/fullscreen_unbranded.html

The Cold Within

THE COLD WITHIN

Six humans trapped in happenstance

In dark and bitter cold. Each one possessed a stick of wood,

or so the story's told.

The dying fire in need of logs

The first woman held hers back

For of the faces around the fire,

She noticed one was black.

The next man looking across the way

Saw not one of his church.

And couldn't bring himself to give

the fire his stick of birch.

The third one in tattered clothes

He gave his coat a hitch,

why should his log be put to use,

To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought

Of the wealth he had in store,

And how to keep what he had earned,

From the lazy, shiftless poor.

The black man's face bespoke revenge

As the fire passed from sight,

For all he saw in his stick of wood,

was a chance to spite the white.

The last man of this forlorn group

Did naught except for gain,

Giving only to those who gave,

Was how he played the game.

The logs held tight in death's still hands

Was proof of human sin,

They didn't die from the cold without,

They died from the cold within.


My mother sent this thought provoking poem to me in an email. After reading it, I went on about my day, but the words still kept playing in my head. I dont know why this poem tugged at me so bad. Maybe it was the harsh reality of the truth in it.

My Family

A quick slide show of my family

Our Fassie

Fassie was a mutt my husband and daughter found 2 years ago, in a ditch with freezing rain and sleet pouring down upon his frozen body. With our whole family being animal lovers, they couldnt just pass by him. When they approached his almost frozen body, He was shivering from fear and cold. They gently placed him in the backseat of the Blazer and my daughter sat with him stroking his sad face. He was just a pup, not much more than 4 or 5 months old.
He was malnourished and his body looked as if his skin had been painted on him, he had no meat on his bones, just skin.
I opened up a can of Cambells Hearty Chicken Noodle soup and warmed it. When placed at his shivering body, he began to lap it up. He didn't gulp it, he took his time to savor the flavor and the warmth entering his body.

My daughter named him Mufasa from the movie Lion King, and as time went by it was shortened to Fassie. Over a course of two weeks Fassie became use to our family, but he presented much shyness. We started noticing little things about him other than his shyness. If we raised our hand as if to scratch our head, he would hunker down and start shaking. We tried to teach him how to fetch a stick, but when we would pick the stick up to throw it, he would drop to the ground and his body would shrink into a ball is if he was ready for us to strike him with that stick. If we struck a lighter or match he would freak out and run from us. Clearly this was a sign of an animal that had been abused. It was so hard for us to imagine the abuse he went through but we made sure Fassie was loved and well cared for. Later Fassie began to trust us and realized we would never harm him. When we would throw a stick, he no longer hunkered down but ran to retrieve it,but he never got the concept of bringing it back to us.
By the time Fassie reached a year old he was loved by family and friends and neighbors. He knew he was always safe as long as he was with us .
My husband said when I would leave to go take the kids to school, or the store, wherever i went, Fassie would sit at the top of the driveway till he heard my car around the corner coming home. I could see him from the road as i approached my driveway, he would run to greet me, and turn quickly and escort me up the driveway. He did this every day for almost 2 years.
Sometimes I would babysit, and one particular summer afternoon, I was babysitting a little 1 and half year old girl. she took off running down the driveway, I was chasing after her with all i had, when Fassie past me with such speed, and grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her to the ground to stop her from entering the road.
Sometimes a few days out of the week, I would babysit a 3 year old boy, who would climb on Fassie's back, and hold on to his neck, and he would ride him around the yard as if he was a horse.

We have other animals but none of them ever possessed the knowledge Fassie had. My husband is a mechanic and often would do work here in the yard. He was working on a moped one day. It wouldnt start, it wouldnt run. We left to go out to eat, when we returned the moped was not there. Someone had stolen it.
We called the police and he made a report. While the policeman was here, Fassie kept barking at him and running toward the driveway. My husband and I both kept telling Fassie to hush. He never was much of a barker. When the officer left, Fassie escorted him out of the driveway. When the policeman turned onto the road, Fassie ran across the street down a pathway in the woods and continued to bark. We called him back home. For about 30 minutes Fassie kept acting weird barking and running down the driveway. I told my husband, "hes trying to tell us something, let's follow him" . We followed Fassie down the driveway, across the road, down the path in the woods, and he walked right up to the moped that was stolen. We called the policeman back out and told him we had found it along with 2 bicycles. We told him Fassie led us straight to it. The policeman said that evidentally since it wouldnt run they parked it in the woods and was coming back to get it along with the bicycles.
We fed Fassie a good meal that night for being such a good detective!

Fassie never showed any agression, he never showed any anger. The neighbors liked Fassie and one neighbor across the street would often feed him when he would go for a visit. My husband's friends all loved Fassie. Fassie was a part of everyone. Not just our family, but of friends and neighbors.
He would often place one paw on our knee or a visitors knee as if to say "hello, pet my head"
And even though he weighed about 60 pounds he loved climbing in our laps and visitors laps and taking a nap.
I could go on and on about the different qualities Fassie had, but I dont have enough time in the day to describe everything about Fassie.

About 2 months ago, Fassie walked up the driveway with a black and white dog with a red collar. He had a friend, a friend of his own kind. She was a pretty dog, but she wouldnt come close to us at all. We told Fassie he had to take her back home but she never left. We didnt feed her just because we didnt want her to stay. When I would feed Fassie his meals, he would eat, and then leave her the other half to eat..always.
One morning about 2 weeks ago my husband told me she wasnt acting right, he actually pet her head. She stood to walk and fell over. She had been poisoned. I called the police who in return called animal control to pick her up being she wasnt my dog.
We put fassie in the garage when animal control came to get her, so he wouldnt see her leave. For 2 days Fassie sat in the middle of driveway staring at the trail across the street in the woods, waiting for her to walk up. Finally I told him she had gone to doggie heaven and wouldnt be back. As if he understand, he hung his head and walked off to lay down.

Yesterday morning, I came back from taking the girls to school, and Fassie was a having a difficult time walking. I sat with Fassie, and I sat with him till I realized Fassie had been poisoned just like his girlfriend 2 weeks ago.
The pain in my heart, the pain in the pit of my stomach, in my soul was indescribable. I promised him, I would not let him suffer and I promised I would stay by his side.
Fassie left us at 7pm last night to go be with his wife in doggie heaven.
Neighbors and friends, and our other dogs, my husband, my kids, and myself, were angered, hurt and very confused, the tears flowed from us all. Grown men scratched his head and said their final goodbyes with tears rolling down their cheeks. Out of all the dogs we have had, out of all the ones we have now, and out of all the ones we have saved, Fassie made one hell of an impression on us all!

Fassie will be greatly missed and will never be forgotten!

I love you Fassie!




FASSIE AND HIS GIRLFRIEND:

OUR FIRST REAL SNOW OF THE YEAR WOOHOO

For the last 2 days we have watched the rain fall. While temperatures remained steady in the mid 50s, the rain was starting to get pretty depressing. Flowers of different shades of yellow and purple adorned the yards of many, a sign of spring was on the way. The beautiful Bradford Pear trees were starting to bloom, a sure sign that warmer weather was near. I had made the statement that it seemed every time the Bradford Pears started to bloom, we get ice.
This morning, a small cold front moved through dipping the temps into the mid 30s, the rain turned to snow, and it was the most beautiful snow I had seen in a very long time. Big flakes the size of quarters fell, and started to accumlate on the ground. Yet everything was wet, it didnt stop my teens from a quick snowball fight. I was able to get a few pictures, and a few quick videoes of the snow before it stopped. Tomorrow im sure it will all be gone. I was thankful to get to see such a beautiful snow for the better part of the day.

















ABOUT A 2O SECOND VIDEO OF THE SNOW FALL

Introduction to Percolated Thoughts

Over the years I have always kept a journal. I think I started in my 11th grade year.
My English teacher Mrs. Wash wanted us to keep a journal through out the school year. I enjoyed it so much that even through all these years i have kept one.
My closest in my bedroom is pretty small, but there are 3 boxes stacked in there.
I have orginal journals I have kept since I was pregnant with Libby my first born, since 1994. Sometimes on rainy days like today, I will retrieve those boxes and sit down for hours reading everything they contain. I am able to reflect back on the memories. Sometimes I might go a year without writing in the journal, but I always go back to it. A few months ago, I sat down and read them. From the birth of Libby, my fears of being a mother, to the birth of Julie and how much different the two girls were as babies. I read of the time I learned of my kidney disorder and it brought tears to my eyes. I could hardly read it. A time where I didnt think I would live, and I had all my fears, sadness, concerns in that one journal. I was scared I would not live, and I was scared my children would grow with out a mother. I read of the time when I crushed my leg and that whole journey through a hell I never want to relive again. I reflect on the years of sadness, happiness, worries, triumphs, failures, and I am able to see that no matter what the circumstance were God got me through them, even when I wasnt such a Godly person. Journal writing is theraputic. It helps me release whatever is in my mind and control the thoughts that run a little rapid sometimes. The same goes for blogging. I admit I am a computer-holic, and most of my journal writing has been replaced by blogging. Its basically all the same. I have blog that is private, for my eyes only, that has replaced the journal writing. I had a blog once where all my friends, neighbors and relatives could read if they wanted. That blog was hacked, and I ended up deleting it. Now I start anew. So please join me through the journey I embark on through way too much caffeine and into my Percolated Thoughts!