tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46331838423894721062024-03-12T17:27:26.506-07:00Bosarge traveling bumsMack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-14496954335744113952013-07-19T09:55:00.001-07:002013-07-19T10:18:00.470-07:00Its a job!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>Eight Months!!.... Holy Moly......! where does the time go???</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>Oh I know , back and forth, back and forth!</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u> Today may not be the best day to write about the job. Feeling a bit discouraged by the cons today.</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>Grandson Gunnar Wayne's play is today, and we can not be there.</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u> Awh Man!! As I so often have heard the lil man say in the face of his own disappointments . Is right!!</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>I've learned in life. Every choice and decision we make comes with a price. Sacrifice's! something, for something else.</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>Being out here has come with some real lessons....! Some super fantastic, Some eye opening, and some I wonder how </u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>I missed before now..</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>Take for instance Mack has been driving well over twenty years, my dad a retired truck driver. And I just now come to realize</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u> just how lonely this can be. Alienating! Your only real source of contact to anyone is by phone.</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u> Yes you are around people all day. But for the most part just in passing. No real connection.</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>You simply rely upon your family and friends through phone conversation and an occasional home time visit.</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u> The age old saying..." If only I knew then what I know now"! How different would I have been....!</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>Owing my husband and my father a great deal of gratitude for all they gave up. And also an apology for my lack to</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>understand what they really did every day. </u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u> On the much brighter side of being a traveling bum. Everyday something new, or old and familiar. </u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u> I am astounded by the wealth of historical information Mack has in his head.</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u> I've learned more history of our country in eight months then I ever did in school. And he remembers it all!!</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>but of course I can not remember any of it... Lol</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>We have been from La to New York so many times I have lost count, but every place an adventure, something special!</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>because I can not remember all of the details I've decided this blog thing would be a great way to track and journal our </u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>adventures and to also keep up with Mr. information.... Now that will impress him! Don't you think?</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>In the mean time........ "Driving our life away" is the song!!</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>Lord willing in a couple of weeks we will be sitting in a canoe with all but one of our kids and one grandbaby rowing our butts</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;"><u>down the merry Niobrara river......! Yay!! Yahoo!! Yippee!!!</u></span></div>
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<br />Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-58609077321262395972013-04-10T06:17:00.000-07:002013-04-10T06:55:48.939-07:003 Months and counting<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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Well everyone I made it to the three month mark! Woo Hoo!!<br />
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Oh where to begin?<br />
Three months has flown by so fast. I feel like I haven't even scratched the surface of the knowledge, one needs everyday to do this job. I can say with all honesty, I am guilty of the idea that all there is to being a truck driver, is drive a truck... oh! Big BIG!!! oops...<br />
As many of you know I have pretty much spent my entire life in and around trucks. My father drove truck most of his life in some form or another. farm trucks, milk truck, coal truck, cattle truck, and tankers. In any case, I hated that he choose to do this line of work.Mainly because he was gone all the time. I swore I would never marry or be a truck driver..... Famous last words! I also said, I would never live in Nebraska to. lol<br />
Another lesson learned... Never say never.<br />
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<br />Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-5964685394773970472012-12-02T15:28:00.003-08:002012-12-02T15:28:44.931-08:00Thinking of my Dad!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well I have been out on the big highway for one month yesterday. Wow!! Where does time really go.
My time has been spent learning what it really takes to haul that heavy load behind. Really it is not as simple as it may appear. but praising God I have not run over anyone or anything... Ok well maybe Macks foot, but I could not talk him into moving in front of the truck. I have been working on getting my timing right on the gears up and down hills. Working to get my speed up starting out So no one, in the family can continue to call me a slow ass truck driver. But its a slow process. :)
Living on the road requires me to make many adjustments to what was a normal life style
before. Now I must plan my morning bathroom breaks accordingly to the closest fine truck stop that can handle me dragging my sleepy butt out in whatever comfy pjs I may have sported the night before with my hair all over my head. I scare myself in the mornings... And now I can share with the rest of the world! However I try hard not to get to close to anyone before maneuvering a tooth brush and downing mouth wash. However I learned in my driving manual that mouthwash can put you over the limit of alcohol seeings how any trace amount can put you out of service... God help the poor soul who tries that one on me... lol I will breath really heavy and he will understand my need for mouthwash in the morning.
I can not be out here and not gain a great appreciation for those foot steps I now follow. My father, whom I miss so very much. My husband who has been driving since we met twenty years ago. Though I have spent most of my life in one way or another in side a truck. The younger years I would ride with my Dad to help him stay awake. Or riding shot gun with Mack just to go along with him. I have learned more in these last thirty days about the job it self and why they would choose to do it, Than in all the years of riding.
Giving me a better understanding of the true sacrifices they make to care for their family and maybe a little more insight as to the why's they would choose it that way.
Tomorrow is the big day for me. I take my CDL driving test. God be with the poor soul who has to give it.... Lol I am ready!!!<br />
Love and miss you Dad... Hope I can make you proud! Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-65820946851955265272012-11-10T15:26:00.002-08:002012-11-10T15:27:57.476-08:00New beginnings As one door closes in life another opens.
For me the long awaited door of traveling with my husband has finally arrived. But not as a tourist site seeing, or as a truckers daughter, or as a truckers wife. As a truck driver my self.
Wow I find even the title it self a little intimidating.
After my first full week on the job I am not near as intimidated but amazed by all its possibilities.
My husband is the most patient understanding teacher ever!!With his continued encouragement I know I can become a valued help mate to him. And draw from all the endless possibilities the job has to offer.Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-24079710514999524422009-01-08T04:46:00.000-08:002009-01-08T05:22:42.721-08:00Wow! 19 today<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SWX4CZFP2AI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7jJZxW5OztU/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288906057392838658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SWX4CZFP2AI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7jJZxW5OztU/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SWX4BccCOwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IbasnjrkaMw/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288906041113852674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SWX4BccCOwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IbasnjrkaMw/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288911456316421186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SWX88po79EI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bnzhEZq5cuk/s400/01.jpg" border="0" />Raising BoysAuthor: Roberta I. Teague<br />I scrub the wall of fingerprints, Pick up the mounds of clothes. I sweep the dirt that shoes track in- Wish I could use a hose! Meals are served from dawn to dark, Dirty dishes crowd the sink. Just when they’re washed and put away- Everyone wants a drink!The washer pulls the dirty grime From pants worn thin and patched. They look so very neat and clean- Yuck, look what the pockets hatched! Broken bones and bloody knees, I should have been a nurse. I take it all in shaky stride- Just grateful it’s not worse! Screams and shouts and argumentsTest the keeping of my cool. They left the neighbor’s faucet on- See their new front yard pool! A soothing bath is ecstasy, A reward at the end of my rope. Raising boys isn’t really bad- But first I must wash the soap! A rose can say I Love You, Orchids can enthrall;But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist, Oh my, that says it all! </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Happy Birthday!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Jesse Cole Crockett Gashler Bofrog Goertz</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">JJJ. Junk food Junkie Jesse.</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-14294153281789720092009-01-03T05:24:00.000-08:002009-01-03T10:48:45.339-08:00Oh My He's 45<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SV9nnRASXXI/AAAAAAAAAW0/OnDYMm59a2A/s1600-h/mack+little+boy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287058411833417074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SV9nnRASXXI/AAAAAAAAAW0/OnDYMm59a2A/s400/mack+little+boy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">Happy Birthday!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">Mack Mack</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">Little Mack</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">Mackaroni</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">and best of all </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">GrandPac Mack</span></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-51796366301437739512008-12-25T04:18:00.000-08:002008-12-25T04:20:38.788-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Merry Christmas To All</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;">Remember Jesus is the reason</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;">for the season!</span></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-91242627974682034292008-12-25T04:00:00.000-08:002008-12-25T04:04:48.467-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">Happy Birthday!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">Castle Tristen Gashler</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;">Aka Tristy, Hastle Christafer, Bronson</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;">We Miss you!!!</span></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-24077992496846325192008-12-25T03:54:00.000-08:002008-12-25T03:59:21.514-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SVN0mCt-X_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/gwKnw-nRvRY/s1600-h/scan0017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283694984749277170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SVN0mCt-X_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/gwKnw-nRvRY/s400/scan0017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SVN0mLCErnI/AAAAAAAAAWk/tKUVq2oyDzE/s1600-h/scan0018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283694986981060210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SVN0mLCErnI/AAAAAAAAAWk/tKUVq2oyDzE/s400/scan0018.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">Happy Happy Birthday!!! My Darling baby Girl</span></div><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;">Hard to believe its been twenty five years. They go by so fast.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">Thanks for completing my life.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">Hope you are as blessed this year as you have so blessed me.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">All our love!</span>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-20373901763347102962008-12-25T03:26:00.000-08:002008-12-25T03:53:06.031-08:00I Miss You Mom!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SVNuSbcBZ6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/PKemrkY8PnI/s1600-h/scan0016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283688050717714338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SVNuSbcBZ6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/PKemrkY8PnI/s400/scan0016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I miss your advice<br />I miss your belief in me<br />I miss your caring<br />I miss your dependabilty<br />I miss your energy<br />I miss your friendship<br />I miss your gifts<br />I miss your heart<br />I miss your integrity<br />I miss your joy<br />I miss your kisses<br />I miss your loving hugs<br />I miss your mothering<br />I miss your nurturing<br />I miss your openness<br />I miss your patients<br />I miss your quirks<br />I miss your responses<br />I miss your smile<br />I miss your teaching<br />I miss your unfailing Love<br />I miss your voice<br />I miss your wise ways<br />I miss your x-tra special times<br />I miss You!!!!<br />I miss your zealMack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-7544533843097418212008-11-28T17:09:00.000-08:002008-11-28T17:12:42.670-08:00thanksGiving Blessings To you & yours!Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-2432818076229386142008-11-06T12:56:00.000-08:002008-11-06T13:03:33.047-08:00My bulletin board<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SRNa92-be8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/6saMlJ1T4K4/s1600-h/39.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265652408102124482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SRNa92-be8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/6saMlJ1T4K4/s400/39.jpg" border="0" /></a> Okay this is for Chandell, Who does not come home unless Vanessa does So, here you go dear.<br />But if you want to see all thats on here you will have to come home before I change if for Christmas<br /><div></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-89340826537629117692008-11-03T06:16:00.000-08:002008-11-03T08:45:45.745-08:00My Hero!!!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQ8LWVEpzfI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dnWxx6SgSBE/s1600-h/scan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264438967661088242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQ8LWVEpzfI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dnWxx6SgSBE/s400/scan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQ8LV6ILxvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5Teq2KNfFKo/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264438960428140274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQ8LV6ILxvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5Teq2KNfFKo/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQ8LVRScfEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/l8JkZ3J16Ak/s1600-h/scan0015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264438949465324610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQ8LVRScfEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/l8JkZ3J16Ak/s400/scan0015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQ8LVQziiWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/5N7tp3O9RvI/s1600-h/scan0013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264438949335697762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQ8LVQziiWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/5N7tp3O9RvI/s400/scan0013.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Richard Jesse Crockett</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"> (Dick)</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"> Born December 5, 1928 Died November 3,2004</span></em></div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"> Dear Dad;</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"> Four years ago today I saw your face one last time, I embraced you, held your hand, told you I loved you and said goodbye. As I watched you leave, knowing you needed to go. I felt a part of me leaving with you and my heart break. The want to shout not yet, the want to beg for one more day, one more story, one more joke. You took your last breath, you left. As I watched what peace truly looks like come over your face. I began to tremble with fear of what I would do without you. How would I, could I just walk away and leave? How could you?</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"> I somehow found the strength to move toward the door. As I opened that door. I felt truly alone for the first time. A strange place and not a face that I knew. Yet I made those phone calls. I filled out all the papers and watched as they took you away.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"> I don't know how I got through those days Dad. But I did and as you told me I would. I wonder if I said enough, did enough and told you enough how much I love you. If you knew how wonderful you were. If heaven is everything we talked about. And if you know just how much your missed.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"> Thanks for being my Dad. For giving all you gave. For teaching me so many things about life and most of all Thank you for always being there for me.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"> I miss you so so much... There is not a day that goes by that you are not in my thoughts. Tell Mom I miss her and love her too... Looking forward to meeting you at the east gates. Till then still here remembering!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"> Forever my love</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"> Your Daughter.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"> Don't grieve for me, For now I am free. I'm following the path God laid for me.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">I took his hand when I heard his call. I turned my back and left it all. I could not</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">stay another day. To laugh, to love, to work, or play. Tasks left undone, must stay that way. I found peace at the close of today.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"> If my parting has left a void. Then fill it with remembering, the love of family, joy, a friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss. Ah yes these things I to will miss. But be not burdened with the time of sorrow. </span></em><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"> My lifes been full, I've savored much. Family, good friends, good times, a loved </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">ones touch.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"> Perhaps my time seemed all to brief. Don't lengthen it now with undo grief.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Lift up your heart, and share with me. God wanted me now.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"> He set me free...</span></em></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-31649724360480182152008-11-03T05:26:00.000-08:002008-11-03T06:15:48.172-08:00A Great Man!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQ797Zap81I/AAAAAAAAAVs/xUZplvOYMdc/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264424211319485266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQ797Zap81I/AAAAAAAAAVs/xUZplvOYMdc/s400/scan0010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQ7966aMGdI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-Wq0r004IPc/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264424202996029906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQ7966aMGdI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-Wq0r004IPc/s400/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQ796sN7ZRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/AnyjneHbt3E/s1600-h/scan0009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264424199186507026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQ796sN7ZRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/AnyjneHbt3E/s400/scan0009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> Mr. Mack R. Bosarge Jr. </div><div> Born October 3, 1938 Died October 26, 2005 </div><div> A Man of great humor, super smile and cute</div><div> chicken legs. </div><div> I being his daughter in law can never begin to</div><div> high light the wonders of this Man. I fell in love</div><div> with him the very first time I meet him. His</div><div> smile and southern charm just shined before</div><div> him. Accepted me and made me apart of his family</div><div> as though I always had been.</div><div> His laughter lit up an entire room. His warmth surrounded</div><div> me. </div><div> He is missed by any and all who knew him.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> If the beauty of truth were quick, I would stand immortally at Sea, Gazing for eternity at SeaThe moonlight shines against the SeaAt twilight, the Sea becomes immortalAnd opens his eternal portal-I would enter into it-At dawn, the sun breaks the mood, And I stand again upon the ocean shore, Knowing in my heart, that day has toreAnd I stand again upon the ocean shoreReverberating Sea, splashing at my feetShore washing Sea, covering my feetI close my eyes and enter the worldOf dreams and dances and fairy rhymes, Pirate ships, elven scripts, and ocean skiesTo be at Sea, I close my eyesThis dream lasts all day to meOne Day is twenty years at Sea-And into this dream, I would enter into it—I would that I will, I would stand immortally at Sea, Hoping for eternity at Sea, Reverberating waves rush under my feetThe Sea is blanketed with wonder, And I seem to love its glorious freedomThus, I would bless the shoreAnd leave to be once moreOut at Sea to sailStand upon the deck and sway: Listen to the creak of the wood and say, To close my eyes is to be at Sea, A dream that lasts eternityEternity, guaranteed, to liveSo long as I never walk the brig, But stand under the white sheet, The insignia of the entire white fleet, As for eternity, immortally, At Sea I sail, in the bellowing galeAnd live eternally, immortally, Would one day be eternityI would spend it out at seaStanding upon the ocean shore, foaming at my feet Annie Cordelia Adams <br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-3958591131700216212008-10-31T17:25:00.000-07:002008-10-31T17:35:37.994-07:00How we celebrate after fifteen years<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQuirliw01I/AAAAAAAAAVU/vJ4JN2w3gRI/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263479459208549202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQuirliw01I/AAAAAAAAAVU/vJ4JN2w3gRI/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQuirq1MyaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Xj5qMUbgfHI/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263479460628056482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQuirq1MyaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Xj5qMUbgfHI/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Just the fact that Mack was able to take a few days off and we were at home together was an anniversary gift. We enjoyed having a nice steak and tater dinner, with a little wine and watched t.v. Not near as exciting as Deadwood. Every bit as enjoyable!!!!<br /><br /><div></div></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-9193458576532903372008-10-31T04:32:00.001-07:002008-10-31T04:49:01.279-07:00Fifteen years Oct. 22, 1993<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQru4QAHVjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/oiJYMZf4yH4/s1600-h/scan0017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263281764671378994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQru4QAHVjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/oiJYMZf4yH4/s400/scan0017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQru4SF_i1I/AAAAAAAAAVE/rmy6mf8rQ0A/s1600-h/scan0019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263281765232905042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQru4SF_i1I/AAAAAAAAAVE/rmy6mf8rQ0A/s400/scan0019.jpg" border="0" /></a> Oh! Man did we look young... </div><div> We took off and went to Deadwood So. Dakota. Was married by the Mayor and stayed at the Motel 8. At least we had a bathtub for two, that you should not use shampoo for bubble bath in. Cause we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">couldn't</span> even find each other in it. Shared our pizza with the local ants. </div><div> At least for me was one of the greatest days of my life.<br /><br /><div></div></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-72441540108773059712008-10-26T07:03:00.001-07:002008-10-26T16:38:50.785-07:00Mack's Daughters<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQR4_Eds1rI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1wfviKx5l-o/s1600-h/l_d3dd628856813e4698e408faa12e9b27.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261463289600988850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQR4_Eds1rI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1wfviKx5l-o/s400/l_d3dd628856813e4698e408faa12e9b27.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQR4-gbg26I/AAAAAAAAAUs/gx9Vbs0D7y8/s1600-h/l_0c690548023ff31b0afbff5ac650e301.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261463279928138658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQR4-gbg26I/AAAAAAAAAUs/gx9Vbs0D7y8/s400/l_0c690548023ff31b0afbff5ac650e301.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQR4-ut1UdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/or1sNYwscZo/s1600-h/l_b23bebee145035fb0e3d403bbb0d9917.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261463283763073490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQR4-ut1UdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/or1sNYwscZo/s400/l_b23bebee145035fb0e3d403bbb0d9917.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jessica and Alyssa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bosarge</span>. How wonderful it is to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">finally</span> be a apart in their lives. Please accept our welcoming, accept our love, accept us for who we are, as we accept you. Forgive us for taking so long, forgive us our mistakes too.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-32639165872284501152008-10-26T06:44:00.000-07:002008-10-26T06:57:44.451-07:00Jason and Jessica K I S S I N G<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQR2gzm37aI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5XuhxmPyNTM/s1600-h/kissing+again.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261460570656730530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQR2gzm37aI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5XuhxmPyNTM/s320/kissing+again.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQR2g4iSkYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/TCXE9dXlANE/s1600-h/kissing.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261460571979682178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQR2g4iSkYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/TCXE9dXlANE/s320/kissing.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQR2giJ11UI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vuQlTFsLucs/s1600-h/m_8308e79baa4fc8a4e09e2ef5eb19e4fd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261460565971555650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQR2giJ11UI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vuQlTFsLucs/s320/m_8308e79baa4fc8a4e09e2ef5eb19e4fd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQR2gVh2tOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wOP-Jtb_O4M/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261460562582615266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQR2gVh2tOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wOP-Jtb_O4M/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A kiss is the begining. My hope and prayer is that you never forget. When times are hard and trouble comes, and they will. You remember! and follow your heart...<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-41281840146515872472008-10-26T06:38:00.000-07:002008-10-26T06:43:24.605-07:00FIRST COMES LOVE!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRzZUcpwfI/AAAAAAAAATc/jyBYLhj5s0I/s1600-h/m_75f7dc4b053540b29c825ac2671dd82f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261457143498392050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRzZUcpwfI/AAAAAAAAATc/jyBYLhj5s0I/s320/m_75f7dc4b053540b29c825ac2671dd82f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRzZfHx1aI/AAAAAAAAATU/9vbiR_-BNwo/s1600-h/m_dee50607f74cbcfa63450a6759d17366.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261457146363631010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRzZfHx1aI/AAAAAAAAATU/9vbiR_-BNwo/s320/m_dee50607f74cbcfa63450a6759d17366.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRzZMk94iI/AAAAAAAAATM/Mi_HDqtmyJk/s1600-h/m_e9540305871931c97b96e4802b0addab.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261457141385781794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRzZMk94iI/AAAAAAAAATM/Mi_HDqtmyJk/s320/m_e9540305871931c97b96e4802b0addab.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRzZO6orxI/AAAAAAAAATE/MNRFu8gItsM/s1600-h/m_f2817319bb481085724130f06d5f6f5c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261457142013538066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRzZO6orxI/AAAAAAAAATE/MNRFu8gItsM/s320/m_f2817319bb481085724130f06d5f6f5c.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Jason and Jessica before the marriage thing... In love and it shows<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-36757266906970609362008-10-26T06:33:00.001-07:002008-10-26T06:37:41.692-07:00THEN COMES MARRIAGE<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRyI5IKKzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/iTjd08kgZDw/s1600-h/m_131dbab39853c6d90277a9439cb20a00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261455761775143730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRyI5IKKzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/iTjd08kgZDw/s320/m_131dbab39853c6d90277a9439cb20a00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRyISY1grI/AAAAAAAAAS0/o5YQjmc-cYk/s1600-h/m_21e528f99dfcdfa2853ce927e09a63e0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261455751376110258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRyISY1grI/AAAAAAAAAS0/o5YQjmc-cYk/s320/m_21e528f99dfcdfa2853ce927e09a63e0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /> WED ON MAY 12, 2008Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-7052825345549485492008-10-26T06:16:00.000-07:002008-10-26T06:32:29.466-07:00THE BABY SHOWER<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRxVlBuUEI/AAAAAAAAASc/PUAkKQeP2kY/s1600-h/m_ebb0c9faa0a630fae7ab9e36883e90b9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261454880206114882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRxVlBuUEI/AAAAAAAAASc/PUAkKQeP2kY/s320/m_ebb0c9faa0a630fae7ab9e36883e90b9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRxU95kx9I/AAAAAAAAASU/f1KbIJ4HQFU/s1600-h/m_b8f58e4220d906d1a78d7c9a35df02cf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261454869702952914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRxU95kx9I/AAAAAAAAASU/f1KbIJ4HQFU/s320/m_b8f58e4220d906d1a78d7c9a35df02cf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRxUjr4ANI/AAAAAAAAASM/9BZCle01t4s/s1600-h/m_ea50b2a8473bebdc069741e4a2414499.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261454862666170578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRxUjr4ANI/AAAAAAAAASM/9BZCle01t4s/s320/m_ea50b2a8473bebdc069741e4a2414499.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-210144403974931882008-10-26T05:42:00.000-07:002008-10-26T06:06:44.340-07:00THEN COMES KAIGE IN THE BABY CARRIAGE<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRoURvYqAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/xwlgy7vd5-M/s1600-h/l_afe0d0c2121c4529a5a50c216968b385.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261444962244405250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRoURvYqAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/xwlgy7vd5-M/s320/l_afe0d0c2121c4529a5a50c216968b385.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRoT4h8m1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/xbOh30mAU1g/s1600-h/l_786cc2a077e449289413a406667f1357.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261444955477154642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRoT4h8m1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/xbOh30mAU1g/s320/l_786cc2a077e449289413a406667f1357.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRoTqPAmrI/AAAAAAAAAQU/wNlYz1JDKsk/s1600-h/l_c1bfb72b7209bd78ee39adffcc4d540c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261444951639628466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRoTqPAmrI/AAAAAAAAAQU/wNlYz1JDKsk/s320/l_c1bfb72b7209bd78ee39adffcc4d540c.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRoTtYmKdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RwKM0O1Kywc/s1600-h/l_43fe5b41c0a24af7bfcc9df2be783ca1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261444952485145042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQRoTtYmKdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RwKM0O1Kywc/s320/l_43fe5b41c0a24af7bfcc9df2be783ca1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Our Next Grand Baby! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kaige</span> Sue Plots. Born May2,2008 at 4:11pm Weighting 6lbs 13oz and 19inches long. I think she looks like Her Grandma Tracy and Auntie Alyssa.. and Likes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nananers</span>.</div><div><strong>WHAT A BEAUTIFUL BABY SHE IS!</strong><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-36264149883496487472008-10-23T13:30:00.000-07:002008-10-23T16:14:47.841-07:00A TRIBUTE TO MR. MACK<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQD88DbebzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qycBDI5iJr0/s1600-h/122.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260482473411637042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQD88DbebzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qycBDI5iJr0/s320/122.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQD88JFLpBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/v5Fh3opRqYY/s1600-h/46.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260482474928743442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQD88JFLpBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/v5Fh3opRqYY/s320/46.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OK</span> we are walking into the big purple house and in the corner they have a guy all dressed up like the Mad scientist wearing these glasses, and the sweet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">gunnaroni</span> says "Look that guy looks like Grandpa" ( His <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Grandpack</span> Mack) So now you know that if a 3year old thinks so, It must be true as we all have said. </div><div> Now Mack being out on the road just working away while we are having so much fun, We decide that we must include him. We took this picture of the three of us and sent it to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gunnar's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Grandpack</span> Mack... Then of course we just had to get Nate, ( <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Gunnar's</span> Dad ) in on the fun.</div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> Well Love you Mack!</span></strong><br /></div><div></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-57821651760655569692008-10-23T06:05:00.000-07:002008-10-23T06:36:10.988-07:00Hazels Pumpkin Patch and Corn Maze<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQB54Qe2zaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/gbodxHfQpqs/s1600-h/38.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260338372172762530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQB54Qe2zaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/gbodxHfQpqs/s320/38.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQB54aR3HbI/AAAAAAAAAPM/BLoX_841MNk/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260338374802611634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQB54aR3HbI/AAAAAAAAAPM/BLoX_841MNk/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQB54ImyY2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/ilxOWAlftfM/s1600-h/26.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260338370058543970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQB54ImyY2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/ilxOWAlftfM/s320/26.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQB533VeQmI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0JsnZ-BFfSE/s1600-h/32.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260338365422518882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQB533VeQmI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0JsnZ-BFfSE/s320/32.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQB53lR1WXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uwW-J1JAX04/s1600-h/112.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260338360575416690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQB53lR1WXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uwW-J1JAX04/s320/112.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Out in the middle of some where Nebraska is a farm that a family has turned into a pumpkin patch and corn maze only for the sole purpose of sharing with all who come to see and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">experience</span> it.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Chandell</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Gunnar</span> and myself went and had the best time. Riding the hay ride through the fields. finding the lab rats in the corn maze, and picking out the perfect pumpkins. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">OK</span> my pumpkin was anything but perfect, It was short stumpy with warts and scar's and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">a little</span> dented. I say even ugly pumpkins need a home. While <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Chandell</span> searched and searched for the perfect pumpkin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Gunnar</span> and I waited and waited and waited, but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">eventually</span> she was able to find those perfect pumpkins...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">We then <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">trekked</span> our way to the mini witches house so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Gunnar</span> could play. I bumped my head as I wanted to play too. Guess <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">that's</span> why they have the big witches house huh!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The barn and spiders was rather creepy and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Gunnar</span> would have no part in that play house. So I quickly took pictures and out I went also. We had a barn that had spiders and was just a creepy so I knew how <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Gunnar</span> felt.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">We then relaxed with a good ole cup of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">cider</span>. Oh was it good.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Now I would recommend that all go see this place some where between Sidney and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Sunol</span> Nebraska. but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Chandell</span> was driving I was playing so I have not a clue how to tell you to get there...</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633183842389472106.post-57023965572311234482008-10-23T05:10:00.001-07:002008-10-23T06:04:26.488-07:00The perfect Country Witches Hat for the perfect Country Witch<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQB2CiHYJzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/oMUs-eyXNT0/s1600-h/120.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260334150658303794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQB2CiHYJzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/oMUs-eyXNT0/s320/120.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQB2BxoEXkI/AAAAAAAAAME/Zrux7xcDxIo/s1600-h/hollween.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260334137642081858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NPwfIGRy5Zs/SQB2BxoEXkI/AAAAAAAAAME/Zrux7xcDxIo/s320/hollween.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div></div></div>Mack and Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03745053872593918098noreply@blogger.com1