and Plumberman

Friendships are tied with heart strings

:^)

Welcome Friends!!! Come on in.
I just got the coffee pot on and waiting for you.
It is really nice having neighbors that we care about.



We are truly blessed with all the special friends we have made on here.
Some of the neighbors around us share a commom bond between us

My husband Plumberman had been fighting cancer for six years. I lost him in Aug of 2000. We had 40 years together with alot of wonderful memories. We have four children who have stuck with us through thick and thin. As you can tell from the name what hubby did for a living.I myself am into crafts and collecting baseball cards!! I remarried again on May 28, 2004 to a man my first husband and I had both known. His name is Darrell and I am back out in the country again. We have 5 grandchildren who keep me very busy now.

A special thanks to Nedahug who has taught me so much about the computer, in fact she is my neighbor and a cancer chat pal of ours. I want to put all my cancer chat pals names but will just list a few that I do talk to daily too. Nedahug, Joseph, Rene, Kaycee,Hurkey, Joni, Revat and so many others, and I can't forget my friend Lester & Marge who goes to my church that I consider a dear friends.




Count your garden by the flowers
Never by the leaves that fall;
Count your days by the golden hours,
Don't remember clouds at all.
Count the nights by stars, not shadows,
Count your life by smiles, not tears,
And with joy on every day,
Count your age by friends, not years.

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Life is a patchwork of love

A remote for plumberman.
Click on the remote to change channels

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Life is a Picture
(author unknown)

I took a little time today,
To, reminisce of yesterday.
To review, my life in the past,
Recorded here in photographs.

My album book is really worn,
Some pages here are even torn.
Some old pictures, have even molded,
As, before me, my life unfolded.

Then as I paged through, year by year,
Sometimes, I'd shed a little tear.
So many faces, I have known,
Some passed away, and others grown.

Sometimes, it's hard to realize,
When all spread out, before my eyes.
With all the pictures that I took,
My whole life's in this little book.


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You told me to make my self at home! The tub is full now, could you stop the drip?