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Bouquet so vibrant
Reminds us of you
Impeccable petal
A friendship so true
~poem from R
~photo MM
Belinda…sending
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tellmeaboutit
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Belinda, we hope you are feeling better…your best friends…!
ღღღღBelinda Paul posted this for you! We love you sweet B….ღღ I hope you feel better! I am sending big hugs and love to you! ღ
BB asked, “Mom what are we LENTing?”
BB asked, “Mom what are we LENTing?”
As you may know Ash Wednesday was this week and BB said she felt left out because all the doctors and other nurses were LENTing and she wanted to LENT too! After I stopped laughing at her and explained it was not called LENTing she insisted that indeed it IS LENTing and she wanted to.
“I know,” she said….”I will LENT no more saying mean things.” I told her I thought that was a great idea. It lasted 2 minutes till someone pulled out in front of us and BB said, “BattleAx get the bleep off the road and learn how to drive!!!! She immediately decided this would be too hard for her given her issues with road rage. Next she decided bad words/cussing would be her LENTing fast for 40 days.
BB is more like my Pa and he never cared who was around when he blurted out his colorful thoughts!
Today is Friday so far BB has donated $20.00 to the bad word cup! Each bad word is .25₵!!!
Everyone loves LENTing with her and it’s never been so much fun to give up something for 40 days since BB sees everything in a different light! All the offerings are going to the missions fund.
Nobody makes me laugh like BB
You Are The Wind Beneath My Wings
Beautiful story and post from JM. Beautiful!
For my Partner in Pink
A beautiful Sand crane was standing on a wire looking down into my porch when she waved her wings at me.
I said, “Hey, come on down here and visit.”
She didn’t fly down to me, so I assumed that she didn’t have much to say.
She simply stood on one leg and waved her impressive, white wings.
She stared at me for a long while, until I began to wonder if maybe she was my mother.
Yes, I believe that our deceased loved ones can visit us, in numerous forms.
I sat watching her and I was entranced by her grace as she balanced on one foot.
Then, she lifted her wings and let the wind gently flow beneath them, moving like a ballerina on a tight rope, a dance so beautiful to behold.
Now I know why someone wrote the song, “You Are The Wind Beneath My Wings”…
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The WP customer response request I received today
BELOW MY 4th or 5th response maybe 4th because I know one I received an error message in one!!! Go figure:
I like the old admin secure pages, I do not like the new stats page! I feel like we are being forced to use the new design! I DO NOT understand why WordPress cannot stop making changes! It’s VERY FRUSTRATING!!!!
Takes the fun out of blogging if I constantly have to figure out a way around the new changes!
I had several bed bound friends that have all but quit blogging because they cannot keep up or figure out how to respond to comments.
I’m techie so this of course it just a pain for me but for those who rely on WP to reach out to others it’s cruel to do to them! I realize “NEW AND INNOVATIVE” is the wave of the future, but the elderly/sick/not techie followers suffer greatly from the “NEW AND IMPROVED” versions!
If I have at least 5 friends that are lost when WP upgrades, and if everyone else has at least 5 friends that are lost, can you imagine….5×100, that is 500 people???? I’m a numbers person so if I knew I had upset 500 customers I would be worried and making it right!
All I can think of are my sweet friends that worry when they cannot post or answers comments, because someone thought let’s be clever move comments to another area of WP.
This is my opinion which you asked for and my 5th response I’ve filled out….I still keep doing it because someone needs to say STOP it!
MichelleMarie
Pink Clouds from Uncle Gunn
i love pinkclouds
i love pinkclouds
Holding~Unfolding I rest
Holding~Unfolding I rest
Pink Hiding in the Pink I Hide
Pink Hiding in the Pink I Hide
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