[JustAmy]

This dial up is the pits.

I haven't used it for such a long time that I needed to call the ISP for a current phone number. :)

I need to post this morning's welcome, but I hate to try to open my graphics folder. :)

We have a big afternoon planned. My Sis and I are taking Marissa and Michael to a park so they can visit with their little half sisters. Their Dad is going to meet us and I'm taking sandwiches and something to drink.

The kids have not been together for almost a year. Marissa is so excited she can hardly sit still. I've tried to explain to her that her baby sister is almost two and no longer a baby.

[JustAmy]

6-25-05

Graphic by Billie

Small Strands

There’s something about string, and yarn, that binds a woman’s life.
Perhaps an instinctive bond that helps to get us through the strife.
What seems a passing fancy when you’re just a little girl,
May still excite you even though your hair has turned to pearl.

We’re bound to one another with small strands which we could snap,
Except they lead us to a source of strength that we can tap.
They bind a little girl into a net of learning ways,
To make things that express her love, and brighten up her days.

She’s caught up in the magic that the older woman spins,
Until she finds she’s stuck behind a forest of needles and pins.
Her own defensive fortress that will shield her from concern,
With a beneficial hobby that will still be fun to learn.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . June 24, 2004
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