
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Hey all- just a quick note to say I'm still out here in cyberspace. My sister Kathy did a photo shoot after she did my hair the other day. Here's the one I like best.
Still thinking of moving to Oregon - but need work and a place to live (not in town!) need country if possible.... so if you have any insider info please share.
Keeping busy working, putting out applications for part time work as the post office is cutting back and I'm just not getting enough hours to make ends meet. That would be why the urgency to think Oregon....
Ok, that's it for now. Happy Turkey Day in case I don't get back here before then.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
So, not much new- but as most of you know, tomorrow is my birthday. I'm not sure I have any opinion one way or the other about feeling or getting older. I guess that must be a good thing. I am always telling myself to find the positive in everything, and to wait for the lesson. If we pay attention there are so many lessons and opportunities every day.
So that's my "wisdom" of the day.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wayne Ferrin
October 5th

CareyAnna Adams
October 9th
Joseph Adams Sr.
October 14th
Randy Smith October 16th
Charles Adams (Dad)
October 19th

Tracie GilChrist October 18th (you owe me a picture!)
Timmy GilChrist October 26th (another photo - yes?)
And last but not least my son
Christon Bonham October 20th.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

So guess what greeted me yesterday when I got home? It was in the freakin' kitchen! I wasn't a happy camper and tried to follow it's path so that I could tell Mark where it was when he got home- cuz I sure as hell wasn't gonna touch the thing!
Mark was amused at my absolute "NO WAY" that I was gonna touch it or anything else!
So... there's the latest in my world.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008

This email made me smile... hope you enjoy it too.
Old age
I can complain because the rose bushes have thorns - or rejoice that the thornbush has a rose--it is all up to me.
Old Age, I decided, is a gift:
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong..
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong..
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY
WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!
MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE
AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!
Friday, September 05, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Friday, April 14, 2006
I was going to post that tomorrow in Mary's 17th birthday,
but it IS tomorrow! My baby girl is getting all grown up-
some days I'm so excited for her in this journey of life and
other days I am just sad that it's gone by so quickly....
Happy Birthday Mary...
May the journey be fun filled
and full of laughter and love.
but it IS tomorrow! My baby girl is getting all grown up-
some days I'm so excited for her in this journey of life and
other days I am just sad that it's gone by so quickly....

Happy Birthday Mary...
May the journey be fun filled
and full of laughter and love.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
Friday, December 23, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
Ok- so some good news... something more cheerful than of late...
We have a new member of the family- Meet Baby.
Baby is a Hahn's Macaw
"...the smallest of the mini-macaw's, also known as the red shouldered macaw ....
with very high intelligence, the Hahn's is easily trainable and
very amusing, with an outgoing and funny personality...."
Take a bow Baby.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Mrs. Myrtle Edna Ferrin Passed away last night at 10:30 pm
There will be no services per her request. She will be cremated.
Other information will be posted as it becomes available.
Gene could use prayer / support (he's been very down lately)
have not spoken with him yet myself - I've been sick (again).
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