Photo bags are so popular. Just slide in your favorite picture and show it off.
Perfect for the holidays. Only two left.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Road Trip Today
My husband and I will be gone today and tomorrow Nov. the 7th and 8th. He will have a surgery today in Oklahoma City witch is about 100 miles from here. I will be back to answer emails on Thurs. night the 8th of Nov.
Our Son-in-law is driving us to the hospital. Ok City has so much traffic that it scares me to death. So our plan is to drive from here in Holdenville to Norman to my daughters. She lives on the OU campus. My son-in-law is a EMT and works for EMSA there in Ok City and takes patients to the hospital all the time. Don't know why it is but I don't like to ride with any of the kids. Don't they know any fear?????????????? I'll have my eyes closed the whole time and have prayed for traveling mercy for this trip.
I will so glad to see home again. Judy
Our Son-in-law is driving us to the hospital. Ok City has so much traffic that it scares me to death. So our plan is to drive from here in Holdenville to Norman to my daughters. She lives on the OU campus. My son-in-law is a EMT and works for EMSA there in Ok City and takes patients to the hospital all the time. Don't know why it is but I don't like to ride with any of the kids. Don't they know any fear?????????????? I'll have my eyes closed the whole time and have prayed for traveling mercy for this trip.
I will so glad to see home again. Judy
Thursday, November 1, 2007
A Story About My Little Duck
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Once upon a time in a big bright green meadow,
A little duck walked - a duck wearing a hair bow.
The sun was shining and all was so bright,
And in this meadow of flowers, the duck flew a kite.
Then all of the sudden, the wind came blowing by!
And the little duck’s hair bow blew into the sky.
“Wait!” Cried the duck, “Don’t blow anywhere!
Oh, now what to do? What shall I wear in my hair?”
The little duck let her kite fall to the ground.
She would not rest until her hair bow was found!
See, her hair bow was special, something no one else had
It wasn’t magical, but it still made her glad.
She’d made it herself with love and with care
Oh, she wanted her hair bow to be back in her hair!
But then in the meadow she heard a nice sound,
A little girl giggling and jumping around.
“Look what I found!” she told her mother nearby.
“Can I keep it? Please? It’s so pretty, and fell straight from the sky!”
“Well,” Said her mother, “I suppose that you may.
It is a pretty bow. Yes, a beautiful bow for a beautiful day!”
So the little girl now had the bow in her hair,
The little duck was sad but then giggles came back through the air.
“Courtney”, for that was the little girl’s name,
“Yes, that bow is much better for you and your games.”
The little duck liked sharing that bow
And she thought it’d be neat to share more, you know.
So that little duck makes hair bows with love and with joy
And gives them to little girls to wear and enjoy.
And now, one for you! Your own bow, oh, what luck!
Made with love, from me, your friend, Mrs. Duck
Written by Donna Travis
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Once upon a time in a big bright green meadow,
A little duck walked - a duck wearing a hair bow.
The sun was shining and all was so bright,
And in this meadow of flowers, the duck flew a kite.
Then all of the sudden, the wind came blowing by!
And the little duck’s hair bow blew into the sky.
“Wait!” Cried the duck, “Don’t blow anywhere!
Oh, now what to do? What shall I wear in my hair?”
The little duck let her kite fall to the ground.
She would not rest until her hair bow was found!
See, her hair bow was special, something no one else had
It wasn’t magical, but it still made her glad.
She’d made it herself with love and with care
Oh, she wanted her hair bow to be back in her hair!
But then in the meadow she heard a nice sound,
A little girl giggling and jumping around.
“Look what I found!” she told her mother nearby.
“Can I keep it? Please? It’s so pretty, and fell straight from the sky!”
“Well,” Said her mother, “I suppose that you may.
It is a pretty bow. Yes, a beautiful bow for a beautiful day!”
So the little girl now had the bow in her hair,
The little duck was sad but then giggles came back through the air.
“Courtney”, for that was the little girl’s name,
“Yes, that bow is much better for you and your games.”
The little duck liked sharing that bow
And she thought it’d be neat to share more, you know.
So that little duck makes hair bows with love and with joy
And gives them to little girls to wear and enjoy.
And now, one for you! Your own bow, oh, what luck!
Made with love, from me, your friend, Mrs. Duck
Written by Donna Travis
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