tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88482613862005754832024-03-05T17:56:00.226-05:00Horse PuckyIn case you were wondering what horse pucky is, you came to the right place.
Pucky is synonymous with the other four letter word that begins with an "s" and ends with a "t" but is too crass to mention in polite company.
There's a lot of pucky flying around these days and this blog proves it.Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.comBlogger363125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-35812251770645910192022-08-01T16:43:00.000-04:002022-08-01T16:43:14.403-04:00The Joy of Great Grandchildren<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL785uXEOREMh8wAUkQwAI967DYGGPxB9UVzl4kSlgdgycPBVFWtDY2QPKwig97njTj13eeF5fnn8uw8qr6B-TGOnvywH8qUYJgiYIh0x04QsV1V9Qzds5JZ8iyEnA9Rb-X4eE4-84OsN3_SKw-wab9Go2oDO4m7twETd7y0Pyxk2qgr57wlsWOsUnng/s4032/IMG_9953.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL785uXEOREMh8wAUkQwAI967DYGGPxB9UVzl4kSlgdgycPBVFWtDY2QPKwig97njTj13eeF5fnn8uw8qr6B-TGOnvywH8qUYJgiYIh0x04QsV1V9Qzds5JZ8iyEnA9Rb-X4eE4-84OsN3_SKw-wab9Go2oDO4m7twETd7y0Pyxk2qgr57wlsWOsUnng/s320/IMG_9953.JPEG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">There is nothing like a little boy to bring the magic and joy back into your life. I have been blessed with such a gift. It's been a long time since I posted to my Horse Pucky blog. Not sure why, just the swift passage of time, I suppose. This little man has become my inspirational muse.<br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Meet Johan and one of the family dogs, Norman. They are fast friends. Best pals. Trusted companions. There is nothing better or sweeter than a boy and his dog. Unless it's a boy and his Great Grammy. <br /></p>Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-33888263073526995242019-08-15T18:00:00.002-04:002019-08-15T18:01:19.103-04:00Office Manager<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ebby has been promoted to office manager. I've been demoted to scullery maid and door person. That said, all the papers are filed except the two being guarded by my new assistant. She does a great job, don't you think? Next thing you know she'll want a raise.Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-84368280154767491022019-07-09T14:30:00.001-04:002019-07-09T14:30:50.996-04:00Coffee with Ebby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Is it coffee with Ebby, or Ebby with coffee? In either case, morning java break is always interesting with this playful cat around. Have a great day everyone.Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-36099410680768089942018-10-08T10:30:00.000-04:002018-10-08T10:30:57.328-04:00Healthy or Not<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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According the American Heart Association drinking a glass of red wine daily may increase your HDL (high density lipoprotein), which removes plaque from your arteries, thus lowering your blood pressure. The effect of increasing HDL is from the alcohol in the red wine. ~American Heart Association July 9, 2018.<br />
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That's great, except for one thing...too much is bad for you. Too much of anything is bad for you.<br />
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I like wine with dinner occasionally; it tastes good, and looks pretty in a fancy wine glass. So cheers, bottoms up, and na zdrowie (to your health in Polish). Have a glass of wine to enjoy as a health benefit, not as a way to escape a bad day.Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-45243791098732570272018-10-04T08:30:00.000-04:002018-10-04T08:30:36.630-04:00Meet Ebby<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Ebby came into my life February 2018, from Pet Adoption Network. She's a little over two years old and is full of life, energy, and loads of mischief, as you can see in her picture. ~Pam</div>
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Meet Liz. She has been residing with me, as my best pal, for almost three years. She sleeps on a king size bed when she isn't being groomed, fed, petted or pampered. This beats living and sleeping in a drafty, cold barn where she had to compete for her daily food. The vet and I figure she's 19 years old. </div>
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My real job takes on many descriptions. I used to be the Queen around here, then I got demoted to Princess. As time went on I now have the title of scullery maid and doorman...oops I mean door woman<i> (must be politically correct you know).</i> Lizzy rules the roost. She's a retired mouser, and barn cat. I'm still working so I can give Liz the life she deserves. I love my animals. It's the way I roll.<i> </i> </div>
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<br />Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-53024008639227438482017-11-03T09:52:00.000-04:002017-11-03T09:57:28.075-04:00When One Is Not Enough<img alt="Image result for picture of bag of potato chips" src="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61x8LVWZAAL._SX355SX355_SY331_CR,0,0,355,331_PIbundle-64,TopRight,0,0_SX355_SY331_CR,0,0,355,331_SH20_.jpg" /><br />
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I'm a health food freak. I also love potato chips. Your right, the two are at opposite ends of the spectrum. There is something about those crispy, salty chips that make me feel happy. It's probably a throw back to my fun times as a child when those tasty taters were a special treat each time I cleaned my room <i>(which wasn't very often)</i> or was on good behavior<i> ( which also wasn't very often).</i><br />
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Lay's classic potato chips are my favorite, which is why I had to post a picture of this crunchy, snappy fun food. The only problem is they make my jeans shrink. Guess I'll have to go for a longer walk today.Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-55065812342414844482017-10-09T09:06:00.002-04:002017-11-03T09:53:07.455-04:00Silver City Sadie and the Spiritual Connection<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I love my horse for many reasons. Most importantly she keeps me sane and balanced, and is a spiritual connection to something far greater than mankind; powerful and magnificent, yet sweet and gentle. Always grateful she is in my life. </div>
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My slogan: <b>Make America Real, Again! </b><br />
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Before the general public starts shooting off their mouth about Muslims, take a close look at this headstone. <br />
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Just remember some Muslims died defending your right to say hateful and ignorant things about them. This soldier was only 20. (Taken from Ashton Elijah's brilliant photo and quote.)<br />
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Think before you speak. Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-13206844922191277842015-12-04T13:22:00.002-05:002015-12-05T08:57:07.871-05:00All the Great Religions<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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All the worlds great religions can't put Humpty Dumpty together again...or can we?<br />
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This world is in a state of emergency; it's broken.<br />
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In the first place, the U.S. never should have gone into Iraq. It has escalated into a world of chaos, fear, anger, and a general devaluation of human life. We were reactive to 9/11 instead of being proactive.<br />
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Secondly, what gives any nation the right to cram their religious beliefs and cultural views down the throats of others. The U.S. is not alone in this narrow minded way of thinking. There seems to be a universal malaise that is deteriorating all human feeling. We have to do something as a group of globally caring people to stop the negative thinking and continual bloodshed.<br />
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I'm a practicing Catholic. I have good friends who are Jewish, Muslim, and Buddhist. Our cultures are different, but we all have the same goal...to endeavor toward achieving inner peace, serenity, and compassion for all human beings. None of us are perfect, but we all work hard at trying to be Spiritually centered and connected to the global community.<br />
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It's time for all world powers to end their need for control, greed, corruption, and constant fighting. I'm so disgusted with all the energy, lives, and brain power that is lost on all this horse pucky.<br />
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Think what this world would be like if we could pool our resources and make this a global environment we can all be proud of. Listen to John Lennon's song, "Imagine". It says it all.<br />
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You may have to delete ad or sit through it before listening to song. It's a great way to practice patience.Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-30059748119847190292015-11-11T16:45:00.000-05:002015-12-04T15:10:18.659-05:00Veterans Day Tribute to My Father<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My mother was six months pregnant with me when my father was shipped off to Okinawa in 1943.<br />
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I never saw him until I was 3 1/2 years old.<br />
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Mom said Dad had coal black hair when he went into the service, and four years later came back with white hair.<br />
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He never wanted to talk about WWII. He never wanted to kill anyone.<br />
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All he wanted was to be with his wife and new daughter.<br />
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I miss him. He was 92 when he died.Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-55616748845328654312015-10-29T16:26:00.000-04:002015-10-29T16:27:30.848-04:00Arkansas Mafia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Be sure to do your research before voting for the next President of the United States of America. I have.<br />
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For those of you who think a woman, as the next Commander-in-Chief, would be a real plus for the women's rights movement, you may be correct. But not in the case of Hillary Rodham Clinton.<br />
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The past Clinton Administration should be called the Arkansas Mafia. There are too many dead bodies, in various locations, associated with Bill and Hillary Clinton.<br />
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Dead:<br />
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1. Vincent Foster, Deputy White Counsel during first months of Bill Clinton's administration, who allegedly committed suicide. There are too many forensic facts saying otherwise. This was during the Whitewater, Travelgate, and Filegate investigations.<br />
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2. J. Christopher Stevens, U.S. diplomat and Ambassador to Libya. Islamic militants attacked the American compound in Benghazi, Libya 9/11/2012. As Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton refused extra security prior to the attack. Also killed was Sean Smith, U.S. Foreign Service Information Management Officer.<br />
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3. Several hours later, one mile away, two CIA contractors, Tyrone S. Woods and Glen Doherty were also killed.<br />
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One of Hillary's comments when investigated about Benghazi was, "At this point what difference does it make."<br />
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She is guilty of improper direction of government business, cronyism, testifying falsely, lapsed security, and email breaches of security. Personally, I don't trust her as far as I can throw her.<br />
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Have you noticed that Hillary always seems to be at the core of White House problems and investigations?<br />
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Is this who you want for President of the United States of America? <br />
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Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-59995368440386273522015-06-30T14:49:00.000-04:002015-06-30T15:03:18.804-04:00Free Admission <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was driving by a small, brick church on the way to the grocery store this morning, and saw a sign out front that reads, <b>"Heaven is free. Details inside." </b>For those of you who are haven't been to church in a while or don't go at all, your may want to stop in for the particulars.<br />
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There are some interesting "F" words at<a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> Jenny's.</a><br />
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<br />Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-7283609351943614072015-01-20T15:59:00.000-05:002015-01-20T20:17:26.397-05:00Instant Idiocy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Remember Dan Quayle? Why would you want to, except for some of us who like some instant idiocy in the form of a Dan Quayle quote.<br />
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Some of my favorites:<br />
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1. "The global importance of the Middle East is that it keeps the Far East and the Near East from encroaching on each other."<br />
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2. "It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it."<br />
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3. "Republicans have been accused of abandoning the poor. It's the other way around. They never vote for us."<br />
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4."I have made good judgments in the past. I have made good judgments in the future."<br />
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5. "When you make as many speeches and you talk as much as I do and you get away from the text, it's always a possibility to get a few words tangled here and there."<br />
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It's really hard to believe that Mr. Quayle was the vice-president of the United States to George Bush from 1988-1992. Must be the pretty face.<br />
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There are more "I" posts at <a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jenny's.</a><br />
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Fall is that time of year when my summer garden starts to fade and gets a bit overgrown, except for the black eyed susans with the formal name Rudbeckia. I think they should be called black eyed Beckys.<br />
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I pulled out the annuals that looked tired and overspent to make room for more perennial growth and spreading. That'll give the "susans" a chance to scatter their beauty to other parts of the garden. These flowers are not only beautiful but functional as well. As they go to seed, they'll be a tasty treat for the birds.<br />
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When I arrived home the other evening I was fascinated with the garden lights weaving their magic among the bright yellow flowers. I grabbed my handy I-phone and captured the moment. Happy gardening and hugs to all.<br />
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Check out <a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">alphabet Thursday</a> at Jenny's.Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-46421903194788022362014-08-28T09:10:00.001-04:002014-08-28T09:10:27.970-04:00Over the Hill<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was wondering how old I have to be, to be considered <i>over the hill</i>. So, I looked it up. According to the urban dictionary, age 40 is the magic age for being over the hill. Past my prime. Physically lost to middle age spread. HA! I totally disagree with that. <br />
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According to age requirements, I'm so far over the hill I'm starting to climb up another one. Furthermore I feel like this is the best time of my life.<br />
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My grandchildren are a blast to be around. I have no one to answer to but myself. Work is fun because I'm my own boss. Most importantly, I'm healthy. The healthy part is just dumb luck because I come from a good gene pool, and I always make sure to keep the pool clean.<br />
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There are a couple of family members who keep telling me I shouldn't be riding horses anymore because it's dangerous. They might as well tell me to go chew on a wad of tin foil. It ain't gonna happen.<br />
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Age is relative. You are only as old as you feel. Being healthy is a definite bonus and I'm always grateful for my good fortune. I find that drinking lots of water, eating a nutritious diet, and getting plenty of exercise is a great way to enjoy life to it's fullest. It also helps to reach for the Bible first thing in the morning.<br />
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Think I'll jog over to<a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> Jenny's</a> to say hello.Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-78034128292124749032014-08-21T15:34:00.001-04:002014-08-21T16:25:53.207-04:00Nature At It's Best<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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While driving up the winding driveway to the barn around 8:30 a.m., I was greeted by two beautiful swallowtail butterflies feeding on thistle weed. I thought, 'What a great photo opportunity!' So I reached into my purse, pulled out my I-phone, stopped the truck <i>(I think I stopped the truck)</i>, then jogged over to the thistle weed site where the butterflies were oblivious to the fact I was even there.</div>
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Most of the time my philosophy is, "Less is Best"; especially when applying makeup and cheap perfume (or any kind of perfume for that matter). However, there is one time when more is best and that's when I plant my garden in late spring.<br />
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This year I won the garden contest. It feels pretty darn good to come in first out of 200 entries. To tell you the truth, I'm the only one with horse pucky in my garden, which is probably why the plants are all mutant-like. The coleus look like trees, and the black-eyed susans are taking over the neighborhood. As you can see I love color. <br />
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I decided to go all out and plant as many different types of flora and variegated vegetation as would fit into a 7' wide x 5' long x 6' deep garden patch. There are probably seven different kinds of perennials and as many annuals. It looks like a multicolored jungle. It was a lot of fun as well as hard work, with a $100 gift certificate as the prize, but the best reward is the gift of the plants themselves. <br />
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It gives me great pleasure to sit on my front porch and enjoy their beauty as I think about my sweet little Buzi, who was always right beside me in the garden, during the spring and early summer planting. <br />
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Flowers for <a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jenny</a> and all those who read this blog post. Hugs, Pam<br />
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<br />Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-45212549366695090872014-08-06T18:43:00.000-04:002014-08-07T08:11:36.209-04:00Wax Lips<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Remember those wax lips when you were a kid?<br />
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I remember walking to the corner store where I could buy penny candy such as wax lips, licorice whips and sugar dots.<br />
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There was always a jar of home made, ice cold, dill pickle spears on the counter when I made my penny purchases. My purchases generally included red wax cherry-flavored lips, black licorice whips, and those pastel colored sugar dots glued to a strip of white paper. <br />
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The pickle spears were at least six inches long and loaded with garlic and lots of dill weed. <i>The thought of</i> <i>those pickles still make my mouth water.</i> I paid for my penny candy, then paid an extra nickle for a pickle. The store owner put the candy in a paper bag, and wrapped the pickle in a piece of wax paper for me to eat on the way home, which I did...along with the bag of penny candy. After eating the dill pickle, and the candy, I firmly planted the wax lips between my upper and lower teeth. I was a sight when I got home; black licorice on either side of my face with two bright red lips right in the middle.<br />
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Those were the days when I spent most of the evening with a very bad stomach ache. Most of the time it was worth it, but after while I decided that dill pickles, penny candy, and cherry flavored wax lips do not go well together. But what does an eight year old know? !<br />
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Let's check out more <a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">L posts</a> at Jenny's.<br />
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Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-91499026938903528832014-07-31T15:44:00.001-04:002014-08-21T16:55:21.086-04:00Kinked Hose and Murphy's Law<br />
Have you ever noticed the longer distance you have to extend a hose the more it kinks, and always when you're stretched for time?<br />
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It's at least 100 feet from the barn to the horse's water trough. Most of the time I turn on the water and take the hose out to the water trough only to discover the water is dripping instead of flowing from the end of the hose into the trough. Of course Murphy's Law prevails. The kink in the hose is back inside the barn where it's hooked up to the water pump. "Oh, horse pucky", I say to myself. So back I go to straighten out the hose, then back to the water trough. Still no flow.<br />
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By now, my language can peel paint off the barn door. I finally find the second kink which is hidden in a patch of weeds where I dragged the hose, then straighten out the kink. Back to the water trough where the water is finally flowing in a steady stream.<br />
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I don't own the barn, just help with chores because my two horses live there. It's probably an accurate assessment that the owners heard my salty language through one of their open windows because the next day the weeds were gone, but they still haven't purchased one of those non-kink hoses. I may be making a non-kink, rubber hose investment this weekend. Happy trails.<br />
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Time to trot over to<a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> Jenny's </a>for more fun blog posts.Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-32049995290503295212014-07-24T15:19:00.000-04:002014-07-24T15:25:22.933-04:00Grammy's JammiesMy grand daughter, Ivey, knows I like frogs. She also knows I like flannel pajamas during the winter months. Being the creative spirit she is, she happened to come upon a pair of flannel jammies with key lime green frogs on a black background and small white polka dots. She gave them to me for Christmas and I love those pajamas for many reasons.<br />
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Of course a selfie was in order.<br />
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Nester Ramos and Todd Clausen, both writers for the "Democrat & Chronicle", our local newspaper, were<i> tweeting</i> about selfies one day, so I decided to send Twitter a picture of yours truly in my frog jammies. The selfie <i>tweet</i> was favorited by the staff at the D&C as well as other influential and not so influential people in the city of Rochester.<br />
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I have no idea whatever possessed me to send this picture out to the world, but I have to say...it was fun! There was even a tweet back from 10 Downing Street. And that's no horse pucky.<br />
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Here's my selfie <i>tweet</i>, folks. Please don't tell my family. Now, let's all go to<a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> Jenny's</a> for a pj party.<br />
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Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-20465614683582992932014-07-22T14:24:00.000-04:002014-08-06T14:12:53.053-04:00I-90<br />
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Last week, on my way back to Rochester, from Buffalo, I got pulled over by a New York State Trooper. He asked me for my registration and driver's license, which I produced with trepidation.<br />
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"Do you know how fast you were goin' M'am?" "No sir," I said. <i>Sniff, sniff,</i> as I grabbed for a box of tissue. "Well, do ya see that sign over there?" "Which one, officer?" "The one that says, I-90. Just to let you know that's the route number not the speed limit. What da ya have to say for yourself?" <br />
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"Well, officer, <i>crying, </i>you<i> </i>see, my-cat-Buzi just-died-and-I'm-still-upset-and-want-to-go-home-and-wasn't-paying-attention-and-I'm-really-sorry." M<i>ore crying,</i> <i>blowing nose and grabbing for more tissue</i>.<br />
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"Don't cry Ma'm. I'm sorry about your cat. I'm <b>not</b> going to write you a ticket, but I am going to give you a stern warning, THE SPEED LIMIT IS 65 MPH ON THE THRUWAY...NOT 90! Now, drive safe on the way back to Rochester and have a nice day." "<i>Whew!"</i><br />
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And I did...drove safe and had a nice day.<br />
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Think I'll speed...er...sprint over to <a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jenny's</a> for more interesting blog posts.Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-72548572539613464942014-06-24T18:05:00.001-04:002014-08-21T16:43:05.912-04:00Forever Sunbeams<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It never gets easier. I feel like someone pulled my heart out of my chest, then stomped on it. I had to say, "Goodbye, dear friend," as I cradled her soft chin in my hand and told her, "I love you, Buzi."<br />
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My beloved feline pal Buzi was humanely euthanized on June 10, 2014. I only had her for two years and four months, knowing when I brought her into my home she had a huge tumor in her abdomen, as well as other health issues. I wanted her life, whatever time she had left, to be peaceful, comfortable, and most of all filled with love. She was not cared for by her previous owners, and then left abandoned, where she was found six months later living under a porch. I'm amazed she survived that ordeal, and so is the veterinarian. We're not sure how old she is, but she came to live with me on February 1, 2012. I named her Buzi because it means "kiss" in Polish.<br />
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Buzi and I had quiet time every morning on the front porch, in all four seasons. I had a cup of coffee in one hand and petted Buzi with the other hand as she sat and purred beside me. When I came home from the barn, she always greeted me at the door with her happy-to-see-you "Meow" greeting. During the remainder of the day she curled up on the divan in my office, unless there was a sunbeam on the floor. At night she slept on the king size bed always purring beside me.<br />
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I miss her paw prints on my bedspread, her loyal and loving companionship, her very sweet disposition, and all things that made her so special. Making that final decision was awful. I wanted one more day, just one more day. But the tumor took it's toll. Buzi couldn't eat or drink anymore. It was time. She was so weak. Her last moments were lounging in a sunbeam near the flower garden, before her final trip to the veterinarian.<br />
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At least I am comforted to know she was totally loved in her final years, and that we will be together again on the other side of the rainbow. Right now I'm sure she's napping in her favorite, forever sunbeam. <br />
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Think I'll go to <a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jenny's</a> for a hug.Pam Beers.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207051298647053528noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848261386200575483.post-54161094397802704962014-05-17T17:44:00.003-04:002014-05-19T19:26:12.501-04:00Zebra Stripes<img alt="Zebra" src="http://l.yimg.com/fz/api/res/1.2/YloWQt_tAqeqdRPHnaba8Q--/YXBwaWQ9c3JjaGRkO2ZpPTtoPTEwNzt3PTYwMA--/http://images.nationalgeographic.com/wpf/media-live/photos/000/007/cache/zebra_764_600x450.jpg" /><br />
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Since I am passionate about all things equine, I thought the zebra would be an interesting genus Equus to blog about. Plus, I was intrigued to find out that no two zebras have the same stripe pattern, making their individual striping like fingerprints.<br />
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I didn't know this either; zebras recognize one another by their individual stripes. I'm not quite sure how that works, but then, I'm not a zebra.<br />
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Zebras distinct stripes act as a bug deterrent and as well as camouflage. Bugs are attracted to a solid mass of color rather than stripes. (I'll have to start wearing striped shirts so the mosquitoes won't get me.)<br />
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A zebra's outline is skewed because of their stripes, so an approaching predator isn't sure whether the zebra is coming or going. (This would work great in an office environment. Leaving my job early would be a piece of cake with no questions asked.) <br />
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Think I'll go out and buy some striped clothing, then zip over to <a href="http://www.jennymatlock.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jenny's</a> for more alphabet fun.<br />
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