Black & White Wednesday

Two of my favorite guys - the hot dog attacker is one of our best friends and that guy looking like he isn't quite sure what's going on?  Yeah, that's my honey - my BigB, my BigDaddy.

This was taken at a bar b que night for the church's school.

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Black and White Wednesday - Destruction

This picture was taken of the hospital I was born in, the hospital I had my tonsils removed in and the hospital to which I was taken the first time I was raped. My dad was born in this hospital and my auntie was the Nursing Unit Manager of the Pediatrics Dept. My brother and sister were born here. My sister was born a few weeks premature; she fought for her life here. My dad was brought here when he hurt his back when he was (I believe) hit by a tree while working as a lumber jack. Up until our house burned down, he had the letter I "wrote" to the doctors as a three year old, thanking them for helping my daddy.

I cried when they tore it down. This was that day.

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Black and White Wednesday - The Eyes Have It

I have just recently posted this picture on here but when I found this blog carnival at The Long Road to China I knew which picture I wanted to use this week.  Unless I totally change my mind when I go to add the picture.  It could happen.  I am fickle that way.  {Grin!}

I guess we will all see wen I get to that point {I know! The suspense is killing ME TOO!}

Ok, so here is what I decided...TWO pictures

This is my beautiful daughter, Rush.  Yes, she is the one who ran away from home.  I sure do miss looking into those beautiful eyes of hers.  And just look at how LITTLE my Bug is in the back...

I cry just about every time I see this picture of Jellybean.  It was taken at PB&J's wedding.  At this point she had been crying (sobbing, uncontrollable crying) for 45 minutes.  It began in the middle of the ceremony.  Yes, the flower girl was a blubbering mess of ooey, gooey emotion in the middle of the ceremony.  Why?  The pastor had just said that it was time for her sister to leave her family and start her own.  We had always told her the wedding meant PB was going to be part of our family now.  When the pastor said that, she believed that meant she would never see her sister again and that she was no longer her sister.  Poor little thing.