Beetleboss is sweet-

OK.......I always have this stuff that I wanta post......but, it never quite "fits" everywhere.
And well, I don't always really wanta start a new thread........
it'd be embarrassing if onebody replied on it.

So I kinda needed my
"I can post anything I want on this thread"
thread back....except of course

Well.......and its kinda hard to relive my trip.....when I can't find the photo~album

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So, I got this story in an email.....


Red marbles

A lovely reminder of what is important...

Babs Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.
I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged boy next to me.

"Hello, Barry, how are you today?"

"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. Sure look good."

"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"

"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."

"Good. Anything I can help you with?"

"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."

"Would you like to take some home?"

"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."

"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"

"All I got's my prize marble here."

"Is that right? Let me see it."

"Here 'tis. She's a dandy."

"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?"

"Not zackley. But almost."


"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble."

"Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, perhaps"

I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering.

Several years went by, each more rapid that the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts ... all very professional looking.

They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about! They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size ... they came to pay their debt."

"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho."

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.


Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.

Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that takes our breath away.

Today . I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ... A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself .. an unexpected phone call from an old friend .. green stoplights on your way to work .. the fastest line at the grocery store .. a good sing-along song on the radio .. your keys right where you left them.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but an entire life to forget them.

Send this to the people you'll never forget. If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in too much of a hurry.

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Just thought this was sooooo pretty
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~not sure who all looks at other parts of the forum....sooooo~

Well........it was hard to try and make this look OK. This is actually right outside our computer window.....and it was taken thro the screen. It looks soooo much funnier than the picture shows. Yea, I know, I need to paint.. ......sure someday

That poor Momma Bird!! Kids these days, huh?

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Will ya look at what I got in the mail today!!!

Isn't it exciting!!

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well, these jurers don't look too thrilled, huh?
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Now aren't you just so excited to be considered for jury duty. A good chance to do your civic duty

 

Just like Perry Mason!!

or better yet!!!

THE PRACTICE!!!


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YEAH.......THE PRACTICE!!!



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Women, they just crack me up But I still love em.

 

I just hope she doesn't get something that will take as long as OJ's did.

 

At least she would be unlikely to let the OJ off. A good thing IMHO.

 

3 hours!!

Is that alllll??.

Gosh, I was think'in like a vacation from the kids!!



Come on......that's not much longer than a date!!

I'm hop'in for dayssssssssss!

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Kids are already asking
"whens Mommy go'in away??

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(LOL...thats Steve try'in to figure out what to do!!LOLOL!!!)​

 

OK.......here's more "no-subject" posting from me



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These pictures were from tonight. We had some of those Kansas thunderstorms today......
well, last night (Thurs. night), since its after mid-night nowhttp://img115.exs.cx/img115/9916/z4dwink.gif
.....lots of lightening..... temperature, actually, got a bit chilly.
Then, this evening I happen to look out the window.....and the sky was bright orange!!
Looks like a fire is going on, huh??
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Got this from Dad in an email.........I thought this was cool!!

Kinda freaked me a little



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Can you imagine looking through a telescope into space
and God is looking back in the other end of the telescope?


NASA CALLS IT

THE EYE OF GOD

This is a real picture.......​

 

What a great idea!

Your wish is my command:

Show Us Your Scenery Thread ​

 

Thanks for hav'in more guts than I do, Pamela!http://img115.exs.cx/img115/9916/z4dwink.gif
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Just another one of those....."I just wanted to post" things.



A man was jogging down the beach after a major storm had just come through the area. He was dismayed by the huge number of starfish that the storm had washed up on the beach. He thought that there was nothing he could do because of the immense numbers. As he continued down the beach he saw an old man throw something into the water. As he got closer, he saw the old man walk a little farther down the beach, bend over, pick up a starfish and throw it back into the water. As the jogger approached, the old man stopped again, bent over, picked up another starfish and was about to throw it into the water.

The jogger stopped and asked "Why are you doing that? There are thousands of starfish on the beach. You can't possibly make a difference." The old man looked at the starfish, threw it back into the water, then replied, "I made a difference to that one, didn't I?"

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Why? I here you say... because I can

 

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Guess, its just the

"Power of being a Mod!"

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Oh I KNOW you, you are the Smiley Lady

 

Good to see BS still knows what the true meaning of being a mod means !!

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HI BEETLEB !!

Just a quick HELLO !!
Will stop by later again. Soooo much updating to do. I think I'm getting dizzy..........

Luv the pics !!!

Talk later...

 

LMAO, I knew there was a bit of text that went a missing


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Hummmmmmmmm.........,

why do you say
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that
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