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Molly and Todd on Monday

Molly here,

  The "Kid" is getting used to us.  He is still getting used to us but he is better at coming in (he always did go out fine) and sometimes he comes right in but other times BG has to prop the door open so he will come in.

But he likes his treats and he comes to get them.

He is getting better and he licks BG's fingers and will let BG scratch him.

BG is good at using both of his hands to give us back rubs and ear rubs.  It is fun.

He has made a mess of the back yard.  He chewed up some toys and he likes to dig but so do I so I don't mind.  (BG on the other hand has a problem with it but he can lump it or leave it... -  That is something BG's grandmother once said and he uses it all the time.)

Sometimes I just look at him and wonder what he will do next.


BG says the neighbor's backyard is a major mess but I told he will have to lump it or leave it... Hee Hee.

Sometimes we both get to running.  BG was good in getting a movie for us.

Then there are lots of other pictures which BG took.

Here is Molly doing her back dance.  Todd was watching.

BG says he was surprised to see me doing my back dance.

He has his evil eyes on for this picture

In this photo BG says that he looks quizzical.  The big picture is for Mr. DeMille.

BG says that it is hard to take inside pictures of Todd as he goes into his "safe spot" to hide and so there aren't many pictures.   BG is making him stay out of his kennel so he has to sit outside.  He is getting better.  Treats help him.  He is still shy and when a friend came by it was hard on him but that was OK as I spent more time getting the attention.   I guess I still like to be the "top dog" - but I always let Todd get some in.  I am good that way.

BG said that I was dreaming the other night and was barking in my sleep.  I am not sure I believe him.  Thanks to coming.  Woof!

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Apiarian,

  "Were I to be the founder of a new sect, I would call them Apiarians, and, after the example of the bee, advise them to extract the honey of every sect."  - Thomas Jefferson

“Do not be content with showing friendship in words alone, let your heart burn with loving kindness for all who may cross your path.”

― Bahá'u'lláh

“Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?”

― Abraham Lincoln

Do your little bit of good where you are; it's those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.

- Desmond Tutu

Only from the heart can you touch the sky.

- Rumi

"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place." -

-Kurt Vonnegut

It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” 

Paulo Coelho

“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”

~Joseph Campbell

“The meaning of life is to find your gift. 

The purpose of life is to give it away.” 

Pablo Picasso

When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see 

the one which has been opened for us.” 

Helen Keller

“Simplicity, patience, compassion.

These three are your greatest treasures.

Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being. 

Patient with both friends and enemies, you accord with the way things are. Compassionate toward yourself, you reconcile all beings in the world.” ~ Lao Tzu

Love is not an emotion, it is your very existence.

~ Rumi

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Saturday Matinee

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Found For Friday

 An old guy was working out at the gym when he spotted a young hot girl walking in. He asked the trainer standing next to him, "What machine should I use to impress that girl over there?" The trainer looked him up and down and said; "I would recommend the ATM in the lobby."

What did the Tin Man say when he got run over by a steamroller?

“Curses! Foil again!”

If you're stiff as a board it could be the lumbar.

When my ice house falls apart igloo it back together.

Iron was discovered because someone smelt it.

At what age do you think it’s appropriate to tell a highway it’s adopted?

Q: Why did the chicken go to the séance?

A: To get to the other side.

Angela Lansbury leans over the craft table, spreads her Melba toast with cream cheese and salmon eggs and thinks to herself... "Murder She Roe"

Be careful during winter. A lot of people make mistakes while texting due to the cold weather.

It's the first sign of typothermia.

Every so often railroad conductors have to go for retraining.

My new expensive vacuum cleaner really sucks.

I think I am addicted to brake fluid, but I am sure I can stop anytime.

When NSA employees try to pick up people in bars, do they say, "I know exactly where you've been all my life"?

Have you heard about the weekly poker game between Vasco de Gama, Christopher Columbus, Leif Erickson and Federico Pizzaro?

They just can't seem to beat the straits of Magellan.

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A little Love in the Afternoon.

Throwback Thursday

Edwards Elementary School

1986-87

Grade 5

Row 1 ~  Shantel Brower, Erin Malestrom, Aaron Holz, Randy Hulsrud, Eva Hernandez, Brian Litnel, Danni Guo, Noah Vegge
Row 2 ~ Bobbie Jo Cooper, Todd Swiecinsky, Hope Amos. David Contonwine, Tory Reimann, Heather McDorman
Row 3,~ Eric Pavik, Iumemah, Richard Noddings, Ben Avis
Row 4 ~ Justin Hensch, Howey Weimer, Laura, Kain, Jana Skaff

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Poetry on Wednesday

Dancin’ The Slow Dance!
January 11, 2005

They came down the aisle,
Side by side,
Arm in arm. 
Left foot right foot,
Forward together,
They’re dancin’ the slow dance now.

Not for them intricate steps of a Tango, Rumba or Waltz,
No Boogie Woogie, Charleston, or Cha Cha Cha
He doesn’t sweep her around the floor or dip her way back,
But they still move together,
Slow dancin’ to the music of life

You can tell theirs has been a long dance
The way they move together
A joy to watch for those who see.
(Most don’t see them).
Just an old couple moving slowly through the store

But there is rare beauty in their movement
Side by side,
Arm in arm,
Left feet forward.
Right feet forward
They’re slow dancin’ the last dance together.

I love this poem.  It wrote itself.  I was sitting out at West HyVee having a cup of Starbuck's coffee and noticed this couple walking down the aisle.  They were tall and thin and elegant  

with thinning white hair they were obviously devoted to one another and it just looked like they were dancing.  I wish I knew who they were so I could share it with them,