Josh,
I am thankful that you were in my life.....
We all miss you so very much..
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
As Thanksgiving approaches....
I am truly thankful to have been blessed by having Josh in my life.
As I reflect on his life, I am reminded of the beautiful footprints he has left for us here on Earth.
He showed us to always be kind and lend a helping hand.
He taught us to never judge people, but to treat others as we wish to be treated.
He reminded us that a smile and a friendly wave hello, can make a person feel special.
He lived by reflecting kindness in his actions.
He taught us to find joy in the simple things that life gives us - a beautiful Fall day, a welcoming kiss on the face and wagging tail from man's best friend, and the joy of music.
He reminded us to be able to laugh at ourselves and find humor in life's situations.
I am thankful this Thanksgiving season for being so lucky to have had Josh in my life for 25 years.
In those 25 years he left behind the most beautiful footprints...
Footprints that, for some, could never be found even after 100 years..
We miss you Josh..
Thank you for being in our lives.
xoxox
Monday, November 8, 2010
Your thoughts... during or after rut season?
Hunters can passionately debate whether it's better to hunt bucks during or after the November rut season. There are advocates for both early- and late-season hunting. There's no right or wrong answer to this debate; no one week or day is better than any other. Your success depends on how you adapt your behavior to what the deer are doing at the time.
Rut Season
November is prime deer mating season. During the rut, as it's called, male bucks get distracted by the urge to mate. These bucks are worn down from eating less food and traveling farther to find does. It may be easier to locate bucks because they are more likely to be out in open territory. If you find does, you can set up a hunting stand there and you'll be sure to see bucks pass by.
Does Rut Season Vary?
The rut season actually changes little from year to year, varying only by location. A study performed by biologists from the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department (see Resources section) showed consistent deer ruts throughout the fall and winter, with October and November peaks, broken down by hunting district.
Post-Rut
Hunting bucks after the rut has passed is another favorite time because their behavior patterns have changed again. While bucks were acting crazy during the rut, afterward they return to focusing on eating and sleeping. It can actually be easier to track bucks after the rut because they'll vary their habitats and behavior less.
By: Elton Dunn
eHow Contributor
The Spaghetti Challenge
One thing Josh loved and thought was the very best was his mom's homemade spaghetti!
Linda puts a little bit of this, and touch of that, a pinch of this, but most of all a whole lot of love.
I thought this was a cute poem when I saw it and had to share because it made me think of Josh and how he thought his mom's spaghetti was simply the best!
The Spaghetti Challenge
By: Leslie D. PerkinsMy mom’s spaghetti is the best;
no other mom can beat it;
and every time she cooks it
I can hardly wait to eat it.
I twist the strands around my fork
with wonderful control,
but as I raise them to my mouth
they fall back in the bowl.
I twirl the noodles once again
with all the skill I’m able,
but as I lift them up to eat
they tumble to the table.
I spin my fork; spaghetti winds
around and round once more;
but as it nears my waiting lips
it slithers to the floor.
My mom’s spaghetti is the best;
no other mom can beat it;
but I would like it better
if I got a chance to eat it.
Linda puts a little bit of this, and touch of that, a pinch of this, but most of all a whole lot of love.
I thought this was a cute poem when I saw it and had to share because it made me think of Josh and how he thought his mom's spaghetti was simply the best!
The Spaghetti Challenge
By: Leslie D. PerkinsMy mom’s spaghetti is the best;
no other mom can beat it;
and every time she cooks it
I can hardly wait to eat it.
I twist the strands around my fork
with wonderful control,
but as I raise them to my mouth
they fall back in the bowl.
I twirl the noodles once again
with all the skill I’m able,
but as I lift them up to eat
they tumble to the table.
I spin my fork; spaghetti winds
around and round once more;
but as it nears my waiting lips
it slithers to the floor.
My mom’s spaghetti is the best;
no other mom can beat it;
but I would like it better
if I got a chance to eat it.
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