tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69525046836311409102011-07-31T02:34:34.302-07:00All about what you see out of the corner of your eye when you should be watching where you are drivingFrank Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04411974579530561982noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6952504683631140910.post-41593950801619359922010-01-24T13:15:00.001-08:002010-01-24T13:15:48.515-08:00updating blog site<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6952504683631140910-4159395080161935992?l=theskyshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frank Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04411974579530561982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6952504683631140910.post-10010527259054171162008-03-03T21:45:00.000-08:002008-03-03T21:50:51.381-08:00Mondays are usually a blue day after a nice weekend (back to the grind...sigh)But Mondays can <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">also</span> be a new <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">beginning</span>..<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">especially</span> if you are a new mother (see previous blog)<br />Choose to make it a good one and the rest of the week will follow...CHildren...in my case Grand children look at Monday with wild abandon...seeing their friends, sharing their new discoveries, and we adults are still sighing...Be a child again and better <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yet</span> see the world new again!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6952504683631140910-1001052725905417116?l=theskyshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frank Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04411974579530561982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6952504683631140910.post-11938434705158643922008-03-02T21:01:00.000-08:002008-03-02T21:29:14.785-08:00<div>In the short time since my last comments..I have become a great uncle twice...yep two nieces in this family have become mothers CONGRATULATIONS ladies</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWDFPyBVL_8/R8uIunpxXPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tN0ja-hOeJg/s1600-h/mail.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173378931464690930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWDFPyBVL_8/R8uIunpxXPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tN0ja-hOeJg/s200/mail.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWDFPyBVL_8/R8uIu3pxXQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YS3HO1e3-_o/s1600-h/pic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173378935759658242" style="CURSOR: hand" height="144" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWDFPyBVL_8/R8uIu3pxXQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YS3HO1e3-_o/s200/pic.jpg" width="121" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>God blesses us all everyday in ways we will probably never know, these are a little more obvious, God bless Paige and Jason !</div><div><br /></div><div>Will these children know what a CD is (never mind records or 33's)?</div><div><br /></div><div>will the photos of these children ever be printed or just around on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Internet</span>?</div><div> </div><div>next:</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>I received from my Aunt Dolores a photo of a time long gone...</div><div><br /></div><div>a photo of lots of children and aunts and uncles in front of our house from our youth....</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWDFPyBVL_8/R8uLL3pxXSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c15tsTXoaLE/s1600-h/image-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173381632999120162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uWDFPyBVL_8/R8uLL3pxXSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c15tsTXoaLE/s200/image-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWDFPyBVL_8/R8uLLXpxXRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YIq3d3ZF7HQ/s1600-h/image.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173381624409185554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uWDFPyBVL_8/R8uLLXpxXRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YIq3d3ZF7HQ/s200/image.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>the Photographer was my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Uncle</span> Joe who recently passed and is the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">reason</span> I am into photography today..but also in these photos is a picture of my Dad who passed in 1970</div><div>(picture on the left..man with the checkered shirt) note that his jeans are rolled up just a little ( it was cool then) <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">that's</span> mom to his left (now twenty years older than Me).</div><div>this is a time machine if I ever saw one from a short <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">glimpse</span> at what we looked like on 1968 but also what we were doing and what things looked like on that late winter day. What a clan..</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6952504683631140910-1193843470515864392?l=theskyshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frank Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04411974579530561982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6952504683631140910.post-47713778793913463752008-02-27T21:34:00.000-08:002008-02-27T21:51:49.726-08:00As the weekend arrives there is time for reflecting on the weeks losses and wins, advances and retreats.<br />Ending the week with time in adoration always seems to add a sense of wonder at how little I really know of my faith and its history. Then Sunday renews my faith and energy in sharing in the sacred feast.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6952504683631140910-4771377879391346375?l=theskyshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frank Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04411974579530561982noreply@blogger.com0