In-Between Swing Sets

The Gift

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 19:19:00 +0000

Away In The Manger

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 14:31:00 +0000

Silent Night

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 19:13:00 +0000

Pookie & Three of her Daughters

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 22:23:00 +0000

Pookie

Delilah - Princess - Daisy

The Christmas Song

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 19:11:00 +0000

Logo Design

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 14:32:00 +0000

Logo Design

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Thu, 01 Dec 2011 22:10:00 +0000

All I Want For Christmas Is You

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Thu, 01 Dec 2011 19:08:00 +0000

Logo Design

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 22:21:00 +0000

Button Design

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 22:20:00 +0000

Snacks de Hawai Marca - Hot Hawaiian Concurso diseño para camisetas

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Mon, 21 Nov 2011 16:33:00 +0000

La votación está abierta 15 al 30 noviembre, 2011

Estoy apoyando Diseño # 2, que aparece a continuación, por Chuck S. de Texarkana, TX - lol, sí, soy Chuck S - usted puede votar por mi diseño aquí. Todo lo que necesita para votar son dos clics - el vínculo - y el voto. No se le pedirá su dirección de correo electrónico, o cualquier otra información personal.

Todos los diseños son buenos - si usted no vota por el mío, por favor vote por otro diseño!

http://www.hawaiianbrandsnacks.com/contest.php

Hawaiian Brand Snacks - Hot Hawaiian TShirt Design Contest

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 22:25:00 +0000

Voting is open November 15th - 30th, 2011

I am supporting Design#2, which appears below, by Chuck S. from Texarkana, TX - lol, yes, I am Chuck S - you can vote for my design here. All it takes to vote are two clicks - the link - and the vote. You will not be asked for your email address, or any other personal information.

All the designs posted are good designs - if you don't vote for mine, throw your support to another design - make someones day!

Oh, by-the-way, check out their products (Hawaiian Brand Snacks), they absolutely rock!

These Things I Wish For You

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 15:26:00 +0000

The following is a September 6, 1997, Paul Harvey adaptation of a 1995 original essay, "These Things I Wish", by Lee Pitts.

While cleaning old computer files, I found this in my 1998 directory (folder), and if there was ONE note that I could put here, or anywhere, this is it.

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We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd know better.

I'd really like them to know about hand me down clothes, homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated. I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car. And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen. It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in, I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him. I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom. If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one. I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books. When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like. May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove, and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole. I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend. I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays. I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand. These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.

Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you. Send this to all of your friends. We secure our friends, not by accepting favors, but by doing them.

Paul Harvey

The House That Built Me

Closing the Closet Door

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 22:05:00 +0000

The top image is the original image.

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The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 15:14:00 +0000

A powerful storm led to the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald on Nov. 10, 1975. Strong winds from the storm created waves as high as 30 feet on Lake Superior. The ship began to take on water in the rough seas and sank that evening not too far from Whitefish Bay. The sinking claimed the lives of the entire crew of 29.

Logo Design

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 22:17:00 +0000

Logo Design

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 22:19:00 +0000

If You Could Read My Mind

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 12:33:00 +0000

A prisoner in his own demeanor ... he loves her, and that love for her makes him feel things that he never has felt before. Unfortunately, he's lost in a fog and falls short of actually communicating that love for her. He cannot break through and in the end, loses her heart, and his own.

Lyrics

If you could read my mind, love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell.

Just like an old time movie,
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well.

In a castle dark or a fortress strong,
With chains upon my feet.
You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see.

If I could read your mind, love,
What a tale your thoughts could tell.

Just like a paperback novel,
The kind the drugstores sell.

Then you reached the part where the heartaches come,
The hero would be me.

But heroes often fail,
And you won't read that book again
Because the ending's just too hard to take!

I'd walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three way script.

Enter number two:
A movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me.

But for now, love, let's be real;
I never thought I could feel this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it.

I don't know where we went wrong,
But the feeling's gone
And I just can't get it back.

If you could read my mind, love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell.

Just like an old time movie,
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well.

In a castle dark or a fortress strong.
With chains upon my feet.
But stories always end,

And if you read between the lines,
You'd know that I'm just tryin' to understand
The feelin's that you lack.

I never thought I could feel this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it.
I don't know where we went wrong,
But the feelin's gone
And I just can't get it back!

Logo Design

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Sat, 05 Nov 2011 21:14:00 +0000

The House That Built Me

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Sat, 05 Nov 2011 19:38:00 +0000

"I thought if I could touch this place or feel it, this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here it’s like I’m someone else ... I thought that maybe I could find myself ..."

The House That Built Me

Lyrics

I know they say you can’t go home again I just had to come back one last time

Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam But these handprints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar

I bet you didn’t know under that live oak My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it This brokenness inside me might start healing

Out here it’s like I’m someone else I thought that maybe I could find myself

If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave Won’t take nothing but a memory From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years From Better Homes and Gardens magazine

Plans were drawn and concrete poured Nail by nail and board by board

Daddy gave life to mama’s dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it This brokenness inside me might start healing

Out here it’s like I’m someone else I thought that maybe I could find myself

If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave Won’t take nothing but a memory From the house that built me

You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it This brokenness inside me might start healing

Out here it’s like I’m someone else I thought that maybe I could find myself

If I could just walk around I swear I’ll leave Won’t take nothing but a memory From the house that built me

Spanky

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 15:00:00 +0000

I loved Spanky - he will be missed ...

Fun with Google+

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Mon, 10 Oct 2011 09:00:00 +0000

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Beautiful Song

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 22:20:00 +0000

Just wanted to post this lovely song.

Remembering

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Sun, 11 Sep 2011 09:00:00 +0000

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We're Not The Twin Towers

noreply@blogger.com (Chuck) — Wed, 07 Sep 2011 15:07:00 +0000

Why is it almost always a hand full of people that cause the most harm?

For believers, they are there to attack their beliefs. For Non-believers, they show up waving a flag of disrespect in the face of those that think differently. For those that may have a different sexual preference ... they show up. For those falling into various age groups, ethnic groups, body styles, and even demographics ... the handful will arrive with their tools of aggression to mount a defensive attack when the only offense was that a person was "different".

For many, it's not about people ... the focus is on labels and groups ... it's America, Canada, Northerners and Southerners, blue states and red states, urban and rural, one state and another state, one college and another college, athletes and band members, and even Kmart clothes over Macy's.

We all have read that many believe in Random Acts of Kindness ... really? Is it asking too much to simply be kind ... kind to ALL?

Individually, we're most likely someones Grandparent or parent ... we're definitely ALL someones child. We all have hope and dreams and want to be happy, but the road is littered with various forms of cancer, financial demands, life, and ... death.

I believe, on the morning of September 11, 2001, people from all walks of life arrived at work after coming in contact with those that were "different" ... many were greeted with smiles and kindness, while others ... not. None knew this would be their last morning ... all found love in their heart for humanity through the billowing black smoke ... after all, all were just doing a job ... supporting themselves, their family .. doing the best they could. Through the smoke and ashes, there was no Blue collar and White collar, no Gays and Straights, no different religious beliefs, no conflicting political affiliations, no divas and freaks ... just flesh and blood ... all someones child.

As you jockey for that parking spot close to the door, don't ... drive to the end of the parking lot and enjoy the walk, let someone else have it. When your spouse, child, other family member or stranger has something to say to you, turn your shoulders toward them, look them in the eye, listen, and reply in a kind manner. Something as small as clicking the "Like" button on Facebook is an easy way to acknowledge another, and for all you know, it may be that persons highlight of the day!

We all have our own stories, our own lives, our own triumphs and failures ...

A hand full of people reduced the Twin Towers to rubble ... individually, we're not made of steal, and we're not the Twin Towers ... we're flesh and blood. Collectively, we are indeed the Twin Towers.

In-Between Swing Sets

The Gift

Away In The Manger

Silent Night

Pookie & Three of her Daughters

The Christmas Song

Logo Design

Logo Design

All I Want For Christmas Is You

Logo Design

Button Design

Snacks de Hawai Marca - Hot Hawaiian Concurso diseño para camisetas

Hawaiian Brand Snacks - Hot Hawaiian T­Shirt Design Contest

These Things I Wish For You

Closing the Closet Door

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Logo Design

Logo Design

If You Could Read My Mind

A prisoner in his own demeanor ... he loves her, and that love for her makes him feel things that he never has felt before. Unfortunately, he's lost in a fog and falls short of actually communicating that love for her. He cannot break through and in the end, loses her heart, and his own.

Lyrics

Logo Design

The House That Built Me

"I thought if I could touch this place or feel it, this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here it’s like I’m someone else ... I thought that maybe I could find myself ..."

Lyrics

Spanky

Fun with Google+

Beautiful Song

Remembering

We're Not The Twin Towers

Hawaiian Brand Snacks - Hot Hawaiian TShirt Design Contest