tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76062692601031771182024-03-13T10:18:06.569-06:00SevenBlueMustangsOnce upon a time there were seven blue mustangs. They lived on a blue mountain high in the Rocky Mountains. They frolicked all day long with nary a worry. They lived happily ever after.
The End. How nice is that!sevenbluemustangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816649342729657477noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606269260103177118.post-26560244190677342532010-12-08T15:15:00.000-07:002010-12-08T15:15:43.668-07:00PENNIES SAVED TODAY ARE PENNIES YOU DIDN’T HAVE THE DAY BEFORE<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TP_8xq7jIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yWqgeSZ_qgg/s1600/piggy+bank+lising+money.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></i></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">While I’m thinking about it</span>, <u>do you have trouble <span style="font-size: large;">$aving money the$e day$</span></u>? <span style="font-size: large;">Me too.</span> </i><br />
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<i> It $eem$ no $ooner I have managed to collect $everal hundred $$$, that the water heater goe$. Now I am $ure there are $ome who could figure out a way to fix it but that ju$t doe$n’t happen in our hou$e. Have you priced the$e bugger$ lately? They come in about every $ize from 15 gal$ to 200 gal$ to energy efficient heating only a$ you u$e it, to mon$tro$itie$ that would never fit down our tiny little $tairca$e, too the very $mall and incon$picuou$ tank$. </i><br />
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</tbody></table></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i> .</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>$o here i$ my take on the$e nece$$ary e$$ential$ to every day living. Create a re$erve of ca$h $ay $250 to $500. $ave thi$ amount and don’t put it in the bank. Put it in place that i$ difficult to get to, protected from inclement weather, and won’t get burned up if the hou$e burn$ down. $ay maybe a metal box (fireproof – may co$t around $50.00 for a $mall one) put your $10, $20, and $50’$ totaling $500 and take it out$ide to your $hed out back climb up the ladder and put it a$ far back $o you can’t $ee it unle$$ you climb back up there again. </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TP_6uvi68sI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZUAzxx_8hUk/s1600/putting+money+in+chest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TP_6uvi68sI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZUAzxx_8hUk/s1600/putting+money+in+chest.jpg" /></a> </i><br />
<i> Right after you do thi$, tell your$elf I don’t need that ca$h. Forget about it! Get on with the day, week or month and granted not to long after you’ve forgotten about it, the car will need new tire$, your refrigerator will need a new motor, the wa$her will need a new drum, you name it $omething i$ going to make you go back out $ide climb up the ladder $tretch to reach that little metal box. But when you get to it and open it up the $500 ha$ grown to $1000. </i><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TP_7TfDFTTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lMygOXefeHc/s1600/money+in+chest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TP_7TfDFTTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lMygOXefeHc/s1600/money+in+chest.jpg" /></a></i></div><i>How, you a$k? Becau$e when you weren’t thinking about it and you were $leep walking you went out to that $hed in you back yard, climbed up the ladder, felt around for that cold metal box and $ecretly $ta$hed a little windfall from la$t week$ pay check. That’$ right! <u>$ubcon$ciou$ly</u> you remembered to $ave a little for tho$e unexpected whatnot$ that me$$ up everybody’$ vacation$. But not you! Now go get that metal box and $tart hiding ca$h in it today!!!</i><br />
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</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TP_7NPWt51I/AAAAAAAAAEE/nc2F3DL0f3M/s1600/coinage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TP_7NPWt51I/AAAAAAAAAEE/nc2F3DL0f3M/s320/coinage.jpg" width="320" /></a></i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i> You know tho$e little piggy bank$ we all had a$ kid$? Well they $till work ju$t a$ good a$ alway$ for $aving your loo$e change. Loo$e change can add up and before you know it you have another pile of ca$h you didn't have the other day. $o empty your pocket$ directly into that little piggy bank, boat bank, $hoe bank, $ock bank when you get home and watch your money grow.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TP_7QL43GBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Md-dgSOkm8Q/s1600/apile+of+money.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TP_7QL43GBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Md-dgSOkm8Q/s320/apile+of+money.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> </div>sevenbluemustangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816649342729657477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606269260103177118.post-76861828768082629262010-12-02T20:25:00.000-07:002010-12-02T20:25:02.503-07:00CHARITABLE GIVING IN A BOX<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;"></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">Do you have boxes of old clothing sitting somewhere in a corner of your home?<span> </span>I know I do.<span> </span>My purpose is to fill it up and take it to a second hand store or charity organisation.<span> </span>I keep meaning to do this, but as like any out of site possession it quickly becomes out of my mind.<span> </span>I thought I should be more proactive about all these clothes just taking up extra space in my house (garage, storage unit, closet).<span> </span>Now I keep two boxes of clothes in the back seat of my car.<span> </span>Why two you ask? Glad you asked!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">First, I am particular about what each box contains as each one goes to a different location. I separate the clothing into two different groups (purposes). Here are those two groups:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><u><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">Box Group One</span></u></b><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">Sweaters<span> </span><span> </span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">Coats<span> </span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">T-shirts Long-sleeve or short (ratty)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">Hats<span> (Ball Caps) </span><span> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;"><span></span>Gloves<span> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;"><span> </span>Socks</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">Jeans (older ratty)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><u><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">Box Group Two</span></u></b><u><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"> </span></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">Slacks/Jeans less ratty<span> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;"><span></span>Dress shirts<span> </span>T-shirts long or short (nicer condition)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">Shoes/Dress Boots<span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;"><span></span>Blouses<span></span><span></span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">Belts/Purses/Good Hats (no ball caps)</span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">Once these boxes reach their maximum capacity, its time to deliver them to their new homes. <u>Box Group One </u>will go to a local Mission home for the homeless.<span> </span>They can use the less desirable clothes since it’s’ purpose is to provide the homeless individual warm and protected from harsh elements outdoors. Winter or summers. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPhbvSoFHyI/AAAAAAAAADM/WRbh1hJbhu0/s1600/BAD+NEW+S+DAY+EXT+HANDED+DOWN+ON+APRIL+2004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPhbvSoFHyI/AAAAAAAAADM/WRbh1hJbhu0/s320/BAD+NEW+S+DAY+EXT+HANDED+DOWN+ON+APRIL+2004.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">Box Group Two goes to your favourite charity or one I highly recommend is to the VA (Veterans Administration) where veterans themselves and their families can find decent clothing for free.<span> </span>Find your VA in your location today. Go to this link http://www.va.gov/ <span> </span>then find the tab “locations” <span> </span>and find your Vet Center, choose your state and a list of all the VA’s in that state pop up.<span> </span>Find the location nearest to your hometown.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPhb29mwcEI/AAAAAAAAADY/1E8P4fc2SCU/s1600/FORMATION+IN+KUWAIT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPhb29mwcEI/AAAAAAAAADY/1E8P4fc2SCU/s320/FORMATION+IN+KUWAIT.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">I began donating clothing and other household items to the VA when my Father passed away in 2009.<span> </span>He was a good dressed man and much of his clothing was in fabulous condition.<span> </span>We found homes with in the family for some of his clothes. The rest were carefully folded and placed into a reuse able plastic tub, and delivered to the welcoming volunteers of the Veteran’s Administration (Hospital Center) in his hometown.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPhbwUj429I/AAAAAAAAADQ/mTGVxsX5ZG4/s1600/ADAM+WITH+TRUCK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPhbwUj429I/AAAAAAAAADQ/mTGVxsX5ZG4/s320/ADAM+WITH+TRUCK.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">Veterans returning from service in theater (tour of duty-out of country) and their families have had to make great sacrifices financially and emotionally that most of the rest of civilians don’t even realize.<span> </span>Even while a soldiers’ family remains behind they don’t always have the same income they were accustom to before their soldier left.<span> </span>Their have needs of clothing for babies, growing children, teenagers and even the spouse who may require new clothes for a job they may need for an interview.<span> </span>The VA has an outlet just for these needs.<span> </span></span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "BernhardMod BT"; font-size: 16pt;">Go pick up two sturdy re-useable plastic tubs (you can even get them in different colours for better clarification and separation for organizations) and put them in the back seat of your car or in your trunk if you must. Get your children involved too.<span> </span>This will help them to go through their closets and toy boxes and move items on to a better place if they are no longer using the items.<span> </span>Equally, you are teaching them the gift of gratitude and giving to those less fortunate.<span> </span>What a beautiful thing to teach our families.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</span></div>sevenbluemustangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816649342729657477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606269260103177118.post-9533806133171193102010-11-30T17:54:00.000-07:002010-11-30T17:54:26.258-07:00ANTIQUE PRINTERS PLATE DRAWERS<!--[if !mso]> <style>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MY FATHER'S OLD FISHING LURES AND TACK</td></tr>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 16pt;">Old antique printing plate drawers are a collectors dream.<span> </span>Not as a collection by themselves but for all the little things in life we have collected.<span> </span>When I found my first printing plate drawer, it must have sat unused for a years.<span> </span>It was content to just be sitting on display all by itself.<span> </span>But then, while out and about I ran across another printer plate drawer and it had been filled with miniatures; postage stamps, silverware, milk bottles, farm animals, anything that was in the real world that could be made little. The tiny squares that lined the drawers where metal lettering plates once stored by newspapers were now used for peoples little treasures.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPWZvjUBeEI/AAAAAAAAADE/CUb8fBmIe-g/s1600/stamp+box+redone+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPWZvjUBeEI/AAAAAAAAADE/CUb8fBmIe-g/s320/stamp+box+redone+003.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 16pt;"> </span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 16pt;">This one I made for my granddaughter.<span> </span>I added the outrageous frame and let her imagination do the rest.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPWZsK-zVgI/AAAAAAAAADA/CGNAjEqh3a4/s1600/MORE+LITTLE+TREASURES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 16pt;"> Upon looking through junk drawers, old pieces of jewelry, treasured boxes full of childhood mementos and other tiny little what-knots I unearthed a goldmine of things to show off in the small squares lining the printer plates’ drawer. </span></i><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPWZ2OHqgyI/AAAAAAAAADI/2Q7WTD_P3W4/s1600/stamp+box+redone+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPWZ2OHqgyI/AAAAAAAAADI/2Q7WTD_P3W4/s320/stamp+box+redone+001.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 16pt;">From 50 year old marbles, to drill team bars from old uniforms I once wore; or a set of brass wax letter stamps to a miniature set of camp stove cooking pots and pans; foreign coins and cash, and barrettes worn in my hair when I was a little girl. When I was finished uncovering all the keepsakes I had plenty left over to embellish a second display.</span></i></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #351c75;">LIFE'S LITTLE MEMENTOS</b></td></tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 16pt;">It would be many years before a printer plate drawer came my way at a rummage sale alongside the back roads in Idaho. This one still had the old handle used to pull the drawer in and out.<span> </span>It would be quite a few years before I filled this with keepsakes that I treasured. Only this time I chose something completely different from my childhood mementos.<span> </span>My Father had recently given his entire fishing gear to our son (knowing his days of fishing were behind him) to enjoy.<span> </span>As I sorted through the old rusty metal tackle box I came across something more than just a bunch of old finger pricking fishing lures. It was a walk down memory lane to all the wading in streams and rivers I’d once pleasured with my Father.<span> </span>These were the treasures that will fill the empty squares of the second printer plate drawer that had long since been forgotten in the attic.<span> </span>I dusted it off and carefully began placing the fishing lures in just their perfect spots, all the while reminiscing of fishing tales once told. </span></i></div><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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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #351c75;">HIS NAME "JIM" IS IN THE UPPER LEFT - SPELLED OUT BY USING FISHING HOOKS</span></b></i></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPWZ2OHqgyI/AAAAAAAAADI/2Q7WTD_P3W4/s1600/stamp+box+redone+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 16pt;"> Now I can enjoy not only tiny mementos from a childhood but also all the journeys of simple fishing trips with our family.<span> </span>It all tells a story, but only I know them well enough to gaze at the display and lapse into a dream of fishing days gone by. I wonder which fishing lure caught that big one hanging on the wall above the printers’ plate. Now there’s a story needing to be told.</span></i></div>sevenbluemustangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816649342729657477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606269260103177118.post-27301798719252393122010-11-27T23:16:00.001-07:002010-11-27T23:19:36.844-07:00A SOLDIERS FRIEND INDEED<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPHx9O-eF8I/AAAAAAAAACU/RiRWMQ7rV3A/s1600/HIS+FACE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="307" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPHx9O-eF8I/AAAAAAAAACU/RiRWMQ7rV3A/s400/HIS+FACE.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial Black";">He is a mustang! He is a stallion! He is a soldier, black with mottled white at his rear. He is powerful, yet gentle as a lamb. With a whistle he stands at complete attention and focus’s himself upon you. He holds his head with honor, for he has endured the battle. His majestic head projects the victory; proud, full of strength, yet weary from pain. Shrapnel that had sprayed his hind-quarters now seeped blood making it difficult for him to remain at attention. Yet he did just that. A flag of red, white and blue draped over his back, was soaked in his blood. His leather bridle and reins were shredded and barely hanging from his head. His rider, who long since had fallen to the ground, looked up from afar and whistled for his return. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPHzIg9eWDI/AAAAAAAAACc/xS8x5X2BNTY/s1600/DSCI0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPHzIg9eWDI/AAAAAAAAACc/xS8x5X2BNTY/s320/DSCI0002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial Black";"> It took all of the mustang’s last strength to lope across the battleground to the rider who was calling him. He slowed as he got closer, carefully stepping over the many broken bodies that lay motionless on the ground. He stopped at each soldier, smelling for any life. Coming upon his rider he held his head low to smell him. Smelling his familiar breath his nostrils rubbed against the face of the rider nudging him to rise. He stomped the ground with his hoof in a gesture of friendship, then carefully this giant of a horse knelt down on his forelegs to gather up his rider. He waited while the soldier pulled himself up onto his back then he gently rose again. With his rider draped over his back he began the long journey back to camp. He needed no guide; the way was a familiar one. This would be different; they would be returning with only a handful of the soldiers they had come with earlier that day.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPHzfRbB6gI/AAAAAAAAACg/1u1KsN2YbgE/s1600/DSCI0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPHzfRbB6gI/AAAAAAAAACg/1u1KsN2YbgE/s320/DSCI0027.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial Black";">The mustang was met in camp by soldiers who carefully drew the unresponsive rider from his back. He smelled the familiar body and his weary head hung low. The journey back had taken its toll on the stallions’ tattered and torn body. His blood and his rider’s stained the back of his legs. But majesty remained in the horse; fighting his own pain to save the life of his friend. He struggled to stay upright. His legs shuddered from exhaustion. He whinnied out a dismal refrain to the others in the herd that had made it back safely before him. They responded back with a welcoming neighing, but sensed the agony in his. He stomped the ground with his front hoof and let out one more cry to the herd as he collapsed. His grunts and snorts alerted his rider, awakening from inside the infirmary. Hearing the familiar voice of his steed he drew all his breath, puckered his lips and whistled to his giant friend. The magnificent animal moaned and rumbled as he tried to rise to his feet, but it would not be. Just as he had kneeled for his rider to climb upon him and drape his broken body over his back, now his rider with the help of his fellow comrades limped over to the stallion and knelt beside his ravaged and exhausted friend. Resting <i>his</i> <i>face </i>against the stallions he blew his comforting breath against his nostrils. The stallion gazed lovingly from his weary black eye into the face of the soldier and let out a shuddering sigh. A calm and peaceful expression swiftly replaced it. He served his soldier proudly to the very end, just as any fellow soldier would do for another.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPHyxPt0lnI/AAAAAAAAACY/XYsqIAZPgeA/s1600/Buckyn+black+and+white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TPHyxPt0lnI/AAAAAAAAACY/XYsqIAZPgeA/s320/Buckyn+black+and+white.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 26pt;"></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 26pt;"><span style="color: #660000;"> <span style="color: #990000;"> Sol </span></span>Sahhargazon<span style="color: #990000;"> (I knew him as Solly)</span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TOMe1IIPsJI/AAAAAAAAABs/OeXProI3YzA/s1600/SOLLY+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TOMe1IIPsJI/AAAAAAAAABs/OeXProI3YzA/s320/SOLLY+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><b style="color: #660000;"><i><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Staring at the photos of her horse for hours left her with grief pumping through her veins.<span> </span>Her paint brush had fallen to the ground beneath the canvas some time ago. She had painted portraits of horses before, but this time was so very different. She picked up the brush and raising her paint brush towards the canvas was a seemingly impossible portrait to begin painting that day.<span> </span>Where would she begin?<span> </span>How do you paint death?<span> </span>Is it all dark and gloomy? Or do you paint about the life once loved, enjoyed, cherished? Either way will never convey the loss that one experiences when we loose our very dear friend.</span></i></b> <br />
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</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TOMgv2kDI6I/AAAAAAAAACM/GGaFYB3ct64/s1600/DSCI0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TOMgv2kDI6I/AAAAAAAAACM/GGaFYB3ct64/s320/DSCI0013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Oh how he would toss his head while having his eyes and nose brushed.<span> </span>Her loving kisses on the end of his nose always got him to readjust his mouth and give a lick. Or was it that he hated it so much or that it tickled and made him sneeze creating his own layer of art on the fronts of her shirt.<span> </span>Those were the stains on many of her shirts she wore when spending time with her friend. Some were green like the tall sweet grasses of his pasture. Others were in multiple shades of browns from the earth all around his world. Some were from the highest branch of the Russian olive tree he had rubbed up against straining to strip off the deliciously sweet bark.<span> </span>Sometimes it was the Hawthorn bushes with the three inch thorns that would poke his hind quarter just right for a deserving scratch. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TOMg4ZSJ8lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Io7JBgVOnKE/s1600/DSCI0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TOMg4ZSJ8lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Io7JBgVOnKE/s320/DSCI0022.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Painting his eye and capturing his sincerity was of all the most difficult. Looking longingly into his liquid brown eyes was easy, but to show that loving look he always gave back could never be duplicated.<span> </span>Yet she gave it her best as she chose carefully the colours within those exquisite pools of love. So many photos had been stored in albums but none could ever compare to those moments she fell hypnotically in love each and every time she met his eyes and his to hers’.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TOMgc3lVgfI/AAAAAAAAACE/FX0J9ntRAgo/s1600/DSCI0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TOMgc3lVgfI/AAAAAAAAACE/FX0J9ntRAgo/s320/DSCI0003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16pt;"> </span><span style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 1pt none black; color: black; font-size: 0pt; padding: 0in;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Arial Black"; font-size: 16pt;"></span></div>sevenbluemustangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816649342729657477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606269260103177118.post-30580401378478302962010-11-16T15:59:00.000-07:002010-11-16T16:16:37.728-07:00DECOUPAGED SEWING KIT FROM OLD LUGGAGE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TOMPIRQ1jlI/AAAAAAAAABY/XUCC4Xdba_s/s1600/art%2B-%2Bfog%2Bday%2B-%2Bmisc%2B018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TOMPIRQ1jlI/AAAAAAAAABY/XUCC4Xdba_s/s320/art%2B-%2Bfog%2Bday%2B-%2Bmisc%2B018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540288601343233618" border="0" /></a> THE DECOUPAGED SEWING KIT<br /><br /><br />What do you do with the old Samsonite luggage that is every bit as indestructible as the commercials they once advertized? Don’t throw it away! Continue using it for the same purpose it was manufactured. Hold your toiletries. Great little storage container! I use mine for a sewing kit. It still has all the side pockets in tact for storing packages of needles, buttons or flat things. The tray for cosmetics or first aid items is slightly cracked but works fine.<br /><br />The case however, lacked luster. Any artist could think of hundreds of ways to change its exterior. So that is exactly what I did. I made it mine. I love horses (mustangs) and so clipped every picture from books, magazines or news articles about horses. The selections for this collage were a bit comical. I found silly looking horses and drunk looking riders. I few long forgotten hay rides, and other arbitrary pictures. Whola!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TOMNzuaNuWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5xmp3rhQAYU/s1600/art%2B-%2Bfog%2Bday%2B-%2Bmisc%2B019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TOMNzuaNuWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5xmp3rhQAYU/s320/art%2B-%2Bfog%2Bday%2B-%2Bmisc%2B019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540287148878313826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Using the old stand by Modge Podge for decoupage, I randomly placed the pictures. Well, there was some intentional direction; up, down, on the sides, depending mostly upon which end was up on the case. I even applied pictures to the bottom. This is an arguable choice, but consider if it fell over, it would bare a resemblance to the once boring case. This could not be allowed. Likewise, if a surface remained bare I took some flashy oil paints (yellow) to give it a sense that it was once all yellow. As you can see it has been personalized for my enjoyment every time I use this reclaimed toiletry case turned sewing kit. It is funky! It’s my art!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TOMQgCcPRsI/AAAAAAAAABg/I8JRidGyjj8/s1600/art%2B-%2Bfog%2Bday%2B-%2Bmisc%2B022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qcyhx_2YRtI/TOMQgCcPRsI/AAAAAAAAABg/I8JRidGyjj8/s320/art%2B-%2Bfog%2Bday%2B-%2Bmisc%2B022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540290109193012930" border="0" /></a><br />I have come to a brain block and am asking for your assistance. How to decorate the handle that currently doesn’t do justice to the artsy sewing kit. Do I just paint it? Yellow? Should I decoupage the handle too? What do you think about replacing the handle? I would need suggestions for a proper replacement. So get busy, put on your rose coloured glasses or what ever you do when you get that creative bug in your head. Send me your ideas, and should I choose your idea I will give you accolades here within. Attached will be a picture of the newly decorated handle and it will then be perfect!sevenbluemustangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816649342729657477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606269260103177118.post-25978330437609458552010-01-06T12:42:00.000-07:002010-01-06T15:33:23.288-07:00BUSTEDWELCOME 2010, only one day into the year and here is the rest of the story........<br /><br />Awakened out of a dead sleep last night at 2:00 AM at Adam's apartment here in Littleton, CO. I truly thought I was having a heart attach. Almost called 911 but then that is why I felt like I had a heart attach in the first place. Someone else called 911 and reported that there was a felon run away minor from Omaha NB being harboured at this apartment number, complex and they were serious. I was sound asleep, with my sleep face on, my night goggles properly in place (those things that block out the light so you can sleep that slip over you head do dads.) I hear someone talking I sat up in bed removed my night goggles to see a huge dark silhouette standing at the foot of our bed. First of all I had no logical idea where in the world I was. Forgetting I was at Adams' home, I tried to process the big dark figure standing at the foot of our bed and then the light that was shone directly in to my eyes blinding me, sending shock waves to my brain when I blurted the words "What the Heck"(that is so Utard). <br /><br /> Doesn't that all sound like a clip from a "COPS" episode. <br /><br />I felt this surge of adrenaline pulsate all the way up my spine to my brain like the slingshot ride at Lagoon. Then I felt my heart pounding in my throat, jumping out of my chest screaming at the top of my lungs but no sound coming out. The throbbing in my neck was pulsating clear up through my chin then up my face. My arm felt like I was holding a 50 pound weight in the crook of my arm indefinitely. Does all that sound like a heart attach to you. Well I didn't go to the hospital. I am alive this morning after taking 2 aspirins 2 hawthorn berries and 2 single shots of whiskey (ok I lied about the whiskey; Adam wouldn't dare let me get my drink on with all the red flags I was presenting...but I really wanted too) and Gary rubbing my back to calm me down. I contemplated calling 911 for an ambulance but was afraid they would send back those two imposing keystones cops that had just come to this apartment and caused all this unrest. So we sat up and all talked about it for another hour.<br /><br />Still have no idea what, who, where, and why, the whole shebang happened to us. Wrong apartment number, wrong complex, prank phone call? I am alive but worst for the wear this morning. If this is an indication of what 2010 is going to have in store for us....I am seriously reconsidering an off the grid life style. Residual pains linger on the left side this morning and I am still shaking my head repeating to my self "what pray tell happened here last night." <br /><br />I am cautioned to the thoughts of a great new year now. When I lock my doors at night I now know this does not protect me from the crazies of this world. But I do hope crazy doesn't make an entrance more than this single occurrence of the new year. At the very least I will hope for a year with good health. No preposterous declarations coming from me. No outrageous resolutions either. I just want this year to be better than the last one. It will hardly take much to improve upon the last for it to be a wonderfully grand year.sevenbluemustangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816649342729657477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606269260103177118.post-20094308454450210902009-12-26T13:50:00.000-07:002009-12-26T14:08:46.369-07:00The Day After<span style="font-style:italic;">T<span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Thank goodness </span></span>I am not among the throngs of people today standing in endless lines to exchange, refund or return items received for Christmas. I am happy with every gift I received and every gift given has been cherished or at least they haven't stated otherwise. Also we didn't share a ton of gifts. Just one or two per family. We never forget to fill the stockings with edible goodies and best of all the little necessities that we don't have time to buy during our hectic work weeks; bath wash, toothbrushes, chewing gum, extra pens, books of postage stamps. These things go along way to the busy lives of our families.<br /><br />We made most of our gifts this year. Of Course the little ones can't appreciate these as much so there is never anything wrong with a $5.00 five minute toy to satisfy. We received many homemade gifts too. I love these the most. I did let my husband know that I only wanted one thing for Christmas; a label maker. And I am happy to say I got one and I love it.<br /><br />I will rest for most of the day but here in a bit I will be off to visit my horse today. Poor thing has been stuck in his paddock for 2 weeks. I feel badly so I will feed him many extra carrots and apples while visiting. If he appears to be persnickety then I will just sum it up to paddock fever. Similar to cabin fever. It will be a cold one today with temperatures at 19 degrees. After nuzzling my face in the warmth of his neck and sharing those tasty morsels I will head back to the warmth of home.<br /><br />I think the best day of the year is the day after Christmas where we don't get up till we want, wear our pajamas till after noon and cook only if everything was devoured Christmas day. In our case it was not...so we will nibble at leftovers. I do hope you are having a pleasant Boxing Day as we are. Treasure your family time, savour the little things that bring a smile to your heart.<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>sevenbluemustangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816649342729657477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7606269260103177118.post-10657614937565325442009-12-25T13:21:00.000-07:002009-12-25T13:38:06.859-07:00CHRISTMAS DAY 2009<span style="font-style:italic;">How absolutely wonderful it has been to have a few of my children in my home waking up Chirstmas morning. It has been a few years since they last were here to awaken us with their excitement. Ok they me be a bit older now but the excitement, delight and nostalgia is all here. I want it to last all year. I want to take a picture of it and have it always!<br /><br />I don't need bunches and bunches of presents. Just sharing the kitchen with them by my side as we bake pies and prepare the dinner is enough for me. Licking the beaters from the pie filling and taking tastes from the roast as it first comes out of the oven. All the glorious smells wafting all around each room in the house. Unbelievable!<br /><br />Our tree this year has every ornament we have ever received, bought or made. From our children to our friends. Old ones passed down through the years. Every one has a meaning of love. <br /><br />There is nothing better than these things to make the holiday perfect. The simple things make it the most memorable and joyful and for all this I am grateful. I pray everyone enjoys their holiday and to cherish the simple things.</span>sevenbluemustangshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816649342729657477noreply@blogger.com0