<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:18:05.368-04:00</updated><category term='This winter'/><category term='Sonny'/><category term='Thor and Ice Spirit'/><category term='My tiny house'/><category term='as the snow was thawing.'/><title type='text'>A Day In The Life...</title><subtitle type='html'>Simply put a day in my life at a day at a time. Some find it interesting some don't. Oh well.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-7186662504081522613</id><published>2011-02-20T00:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:20:38.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm</title><content type='html'>Wow, do I ever take forever to post a blog! I have had a lot happen since I wrote the last blog entry. I stopped writing that stupid book after a friend laughed at my writing. Oh well. I am back in school at Blue Ridge Community College getting my degree in Environmental Science. I have a 3.14 grade point average after my first semester, and am doing ok this semester. I love school.&lt;br /&gt;Lee Jr is now living with me since October 31,2010, and that has been a challenge in and of itself. I just found out he may have asberger's syndrome. He is violent and aggressive and hard to manage. He's 18 now and uses that against me and himself. He fights with me all the time. &lt;br /&gt;I never see Tara and Dillon since Jr moved in, and they are out of control too. It's all so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Deuce died in August and I miss him so much every day. I have Leo still and he is a mess. We currently have a little rescued Manchester terrier Chihuahua mix we are fostering named Betty. She has a lot of health issues and costs a lot of money and time. i still have Junkie, only less 20 teeth,lol.&lt;br /&gt; I'm still in the same broken down house, but it is slowly getting repairs. Today, the laundry room floor fell through in one spot and we found out the floor joist is broken and the wall for the laundry room and kitchen has separated and is falling, so it is getting fixed now. It's all so crazy!&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle Steve is dying and it has my mind all jumbled up. He is the greatest man i have ever known, and it is unfair he has to go the way he is- lung cancer. I went to see him and he told me how much he loved me and told me not to cry. he wants me to be happy for him, but it's hard. Mom (Aunt Elenor) has Alzheimer's and is not in good shape herself, but for a few brief moments she knew me and talked to me. She looked in my eyes and got happy and asked me to stay. I cried the whole way back from Atlanta to Hendersonville. They say Unc is in his last few hours now, but he keeps trying to be strong. That's him alright. I wish I was there, but I would just be in the way. I feel stupid sitting by the phone and computer waiting for a message. I want to be there now! I don't mean to sound bad, but I can't miss school, and I have so much going on that I just have no choice but to sit by and wait. UGH. I feel like it makes me seem selfish. I don't know if I could handle it though. I do so love him. Boy, what I wouldn't give to hear the angels sing when he joins the ranks in heaven. One special angel will be joining heaven this week. If I was ever asked to name the best Christians I have ever known, It would be Mom and Uncle Steve. They just always did what was right by man and God. They have always been my heroes. I don't know what to feel, or do, or think about it all right now. I just know it's hard to believe. &lt;br /&gt;I remember Uncle Steve as the "man of steel". He was always telling the boys to punch him in the stomach, and drinking vinegar with meals. The other day, I was not in the least bit shocked, but I did chuckle when He would only eat home cooking, and had to have his vinegar with his lunch. That's My Unc!! I have so many fond memories of those two. I thank God for letting them play the parts in my life that they did.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have had a more social and pleasant trip with my cousins though. It was good to see them. I do so miss them all. It made me yearn for home. I must move home again one day. For now i will stay in my mountains.&lt;br /&gt;I broke my ankle in November and am just getting the walking cast off in small increments this week. It's really a boot, but they call it a cast. It's healing well.&lt;br /&gt;well, I guess that's good enough for a quick, catch up since the last entry. There is more I could add and say, but I'd be here for hours. There has been 17 deaths in my friends and family in the last year, and other than that I don't think there is much more significant to say.&lt;br /&gt; For now- LIVE LAUGH LOVE&lt;br /&gt;  B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-7186662504081522613?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/7186662504081522613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=7186662504081522613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/7186662504081522613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/7186662504081522613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2011/02/ummm.html' title='Ummm'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-1519769390817840372</id><published>2010-05-28T09:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:45:37.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new book</title><content type='html'>I'd like to post an exerpt from my newest attempt at writing a book. I lost my other one when my home was burned down in 06. It was too heartbreaking to start over after I already had written 18 chapters. I haven't found a title for my new one yet, but here's a short bit from it...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    She'd been alone for quite some time, since her husband left 4 years ago for Iraq and never came home. She wasn't unhappy so much as lonely. She was sitting on her bed staring at the alarm clock. It was still on the nightstand on his side of the bed, she hadn't gotten rid of his belongings and everything in the house was still the same now as it was then. " I have to get ready for work," she said out loud to her dog, Kevlar. She was a pretty woman, 5'6" slender and in shape. Her hair as blonde as the noonday sun was as unruly as the wind. Celia Thompson was a strong gentle kindhearted woman. She slowly rose from the bed and reluctantly went to shower.Kevlar the faithful German Shepherd following at her heal. " No bath today silly dog, I have to work. We'll go to the park when I get home and you'll get your bath tomorrow." Unlike most dogs Kevlar loved water of any kind. He was a large white german shepherd with blue eyes, anyone that met him thought he was a wolf and were afraid when they met him, but were soon won over by his gentle ways. He whined begging for a bath.      After she showered she made breakfast, bacon and eggs for her and Kevlar. As she sat down to eat the phone rang. "Hello?" she answered.It was her mother Bobbi, who was as beautiful as her daughter at fifty."hello darling. How are you today?"she asked hurridly. " I just called to see if you have plans for Friday night. I met the most darling man and I'd like you to meet him." Quick to answer Celia said," Mother you know I don't like blind dates. I'm just not ready to date yet." "Phooey!" Spat Bobbi." It's been four years since Paul passed, and at thirty two you're not getting any younger. Besides I still don't have any grand children, and I don't think your brother will ever settle down. He loves horses more than women I think." Her older brother Jarred owned a ranch and gave riding lessons to handicapped children. At 35 he was a handsome man but as weather worn as an old cow hand." He's a wonderful man please say you'll go. You'll like him andyou have a lot in common. He has a black German shepherd female that I'm sure Kevlar would enjoy too!"pled Bobbi. "Let me think about it Mother, I haveto get ready for work."growled Celia.She hung up the phone put the dishes away thinking about what her mother had said. It's true she's not getting any younger, but is she ready to date again? She still missed paul so. "well", she thought. "I don't have have time to worry about that now I have to get ready for work. She owned her own veterinary clinic, and helped the local rescues with their animal care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-1519769390817840372?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1519769390817840372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=1519769390817840372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/1519769390817840372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/1519769390817840372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-new-book.html' title='My new book'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-3976638788126261945</id><published>2010-05-27T03:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T03:42:29.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging...</title><content type='html'>I really haven't been faithful as far as blogging is concerned. I've become addicted to facebook. It's so cool- I can read about everyone I've lost contact with over the last twenty years and catch up. It's fun to interact live with so many people.I feel i have lost so much by losing these people in my life. There's nothing I can really do to make up for it, except say I'm sorry, and I've always loved and missed you all. I might have done better had I kept them in my life. I sure know they keep me going every day. Kind words, Support, and just plain seeing their lives and pictures makes me feel better. maybe I can help someone or make a difference, maybe not. I can, at least, let them know I'm paying attention now. I do care. And i kinda need them, more now than ever before. If you're a facebook friend reading this- thank you. I love you and I'm sorry if I've ever hurt you or done you wrong. &lt;br /&gt;  I've laid here in my house crying for 4 years- ENOUGH! I'm starting all over again,and this time, with the hand of God I'm going to do it right.I may say somethings someone doesn't agree with, or has a different opinion, but aren't we all supposed to have our own opinions on things? well, Mark my words- This year is my year for growth and change. I WILL SURVIVE, I WILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE! &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;      I CAN DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST WHO STRENGTHENS ME. PHILLIPIANS 4:13&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Well, it's 3:39am, and I'm still awake. Another insomnia night, with ambien. Oh well it gives me more time to research my studies before school starts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-3976638788126261945?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/3976638788126261945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=3976638788126261945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/3976638788126261945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/3976638788126261945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2010/05/blogging.html' title='Blogging...'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-3888949604147497975</id><published>2010-05-27T03:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T03:22:02.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwell Radio</title><content type='html'>Check out my radio station I created. This is the link to my profile www.pandora.com/people/bethsnikpmot   click on Unwell Radio on the left under the orange radio tower. It's a mix I've selected of all music from classical to rock,  40's and 50's to today. If you don't like a song click the thumbs down, it'll skip it. If you like it click thumbs up. All feed back helps me build my radio station. You can listen up to 40 hours a month free, or subscribe for $36 a year. Join me on Pandora radio, where we have a choice in what is played! you may have to copy and paste the link, as I haven't perfected everything yet. all suggestions and feedback more than welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-3888949604147497975?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/3888949604147497975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=3888949604147497975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/3888949604147497975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/3888949604147497975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2010/05/unwell-radio.html' title='Unwell Radio'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-8732319544273767299</id><published>2010-05-14T22:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:22:09.403-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='as the snow was thawing.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This winter'/><title type='text'>The fur kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4EDhCj5hI/AAAAAAAAACA/UMWJuL93k2k/s1600/0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4EDhCj5hI/AAAAAAAAACA/UMWJuL93k2k/s320/0263.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471315055756961298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4EDXFOXZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2zQ3Nrq85wU/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4EDXFOXZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2zQ3Nrq85wU/s320/005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471315053083778450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuce is 11, Junkie is 11, and they have to put up with the new guys. Leo is a 9 month old Husky Lab mix. He's a trip. Buddy is a 1 yr old Boshih- Boston Terrier, Shih Tzu mix.  I still Have Charlie the cat he's 8, and Mystic the cat, who is 2 now. It's a house full!!I'll add Buddy's pic as soon as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-8732319544273767299?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8732319544273767299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=8732319544273767299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/8732319544273767299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/8732319544273767299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2010/05/fur-kids.html' title='The fur kids'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4EDhCj5hI/AAAAAAAAACA/UMWJuL93k2k/s72-c/0263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-8704776550787539532</id><published>2010-03-09T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:18:28.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My tiny house'/><title type='text'>Our House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S5cPa27yXnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rcEYXbCqgPI/s1600-h/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S5cPa27yXnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rcEYXbCqgPI/s320/019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446839228425199218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE HOUSE WHERE LOVE GROWS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-8704776550787539532?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8704776550787539532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=8704776550787539532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/8704776550787539532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/8704776550787539532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-house.html' title='Our House'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S5cPa27yXnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rcEYXbCqgPI/s72-c/019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-1957126747163516974</id><published>2010-03-09T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:03:49.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thor and Ice Spirit'/><title type='text'>Just rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S5cL4OTsyfI/AAAAAAAAABI/TARSnKJPbFo/s1600-h/Thor+and+Ice+playing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S5cL4OTsyfI/AAAAAAAAABI/TARSnKJPbFo/s320/Thor+and+Ice+playing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446835334869207538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S5cL35kup5I/AAAAAAAAABA/ljltngUQGuY/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S5cL35kup5I/AAAAAAAAABA/ljltngUQGuY/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446835329303488402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laying here thinking about my dogs in my life! Oh how I loved them all So! There's been a few since I bred German Shepherds for almost 10 years.Each was so special and unique. But I always wanted to name one Kevlar to keep for myself to take Deuce's place when he's gone. Deuce has been everything you could ever want in a dog.A perfect dog til recently.From rescueing that 3 year old girl to saving my life a few times, and helping me when I get hurt. He wakes me up when I'm sleeping hard and in pain or night mare. He always reassures me like a person would or tries to use his body heat to make the pain go away. I swear he's more human than dog! Any way back to the Kevlar thing.I almost had Kevlar twice. Neither was here to work in Deuce's stead tho. The first was when I bred Thor and Ice Spirit. Ice Spirit died from complications of that Litter so it started bad. Only 5 of 10 pups survived birthing. Ice passed a week later Never being able to mother her pups. Her Mom Duchess took over and nursed them but care was up to me! Duchess had her own pups to care for.Her pregnancy was fine, but she went in labor early during an Ice storm outside in the Whelping kennel I made for her litter. She liked it outside all the time. She was born on New year's eve 3 years 2002 (Thor was born Christmas Eve 2002). The first pup was born in her shelter and she panicked and sat on him. I heard her and went and brought them in next to the fire.She had the next 4 and everything went wrong. The first one was a male, she'd hurt him when she sat on him. He was blind in one eye, and had severe pneumonia. I nursed him and kept him warm and gave him antibiotics and he thrived! I decided to keep him even though I already had the other 3 adult Shepherds, Deuce and Junkie. I named him Kevlar. when Bruce and I separated I was on my own. My friend always wanted Kevlar. He was beautiful- Solid white with the long shepherd coat. I gave him to him and he bought the other 2 pups that were left. He had lots of land. He had them fixed, etc. He promised to never chain them and had big lots for them when he left. They got loose all the time. He chained them 1 time and came home and they'd all 3 hung themselves. It broke my heart. I lost all my babies 1 by 1 shortly after the separation, til only Deuce and Junkie were left. I got a black pit mastiff mix at 5 weeks old. He was awesome- soooo smart. at 12 weeks he was obedience trained. I had Ideas for him. He was Kevlar! One day at 13 weeks he ate a plastic cat toy and I didn't know. Next day he was in bad shape. I took him to the vet but there was no saving him. I've lost a lot of my fur kids and  they all hurt bad. I'm always worried about Leo. he's always into something whether indoors or out. He eats things he shouldn't. Dillon Named him after the white lighter on the show Charmed. He said this is the one that'll look after me. It makes me feel better too that I didn't name him Kevlar (I thought about it)or he probably wouldn't have survived all the crazy things he's done. Any way- Just rambling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-1957126747163516974?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1957126747163516974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=1957126747163516974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/1957126747163516974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/1957126747163516974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-rambling.html' title='Just rambling'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S5cL4OTsyfI/AAAAAAAAABI/TARSnKJPbFo/s72-c/Thor+and+Ice+playing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-136169478636246808</id><published>2010-03-08T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:06:10.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S5Vmuk3n-hI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LCUS8Hz3mCc/s1600-h/Good+Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S5Vmuk3n-hI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LCUS8Hz3mCc/s400/Good+Boy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446372274731481618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-136169478636246808?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/136169478636246808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=136169478636246808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/136169478636246808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/136169478636246808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S5Vmuk3n-hI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LCUS8Hz3mCc/s72-c/Good+Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-3058455445859733814</id><published>2010-03-08T15:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:04:57.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The vet appointment went great. Leo has everything he needs to carry him until next year. The vet asked if I was interested in Search and Rescue and I said I was, but haven't started training because of financial reasons. He asked if I wanted to work with their office and they would help with training and sponsorship. He said he thinks he's really smart and has a great nose. He wants to wait 2 more wekks on his leg healing and start agility to build up his attention span. I'm sooo excited! I started Deuce in training when he was a puppy, but injury after injury kept him from being certified. Although he did find a 3 year old girl who had been lost about 30 minutes while we were training in the forrest one time. I asked if we could try they said sure. He went straight to her. She wasn't far just out of sight and didn't want to stop playing so she didn't answer them.she liked Deuce! Maybe it'll work out with Leo! Pray! I will be. TTYL B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-3058455445859733814?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/3058455445859733814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=3058455445859733814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/3058455445859733814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/3058455445859733814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2010/03/vet-appointment-went-great.html' title=''/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-8046869786892966254</id><published>2010-03-08T13:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:11:58.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of the yearly vet appointments.</title><content type='html'>Well I've started lining up appointments for all the animals for yearly checkups, rabies(3 year) etc. Leo will have his first Rabies shot today. He's already had all his other shots as well as the other animals. It's hard to get done since I have no car. But they do home visits and I'm going to talk to them about that today. It might be easier that way anyway.Leo's very well behaved in the car, so All should go well. I can't believe how big he is at 7 months old! He was born July 26th and when I got him he was sooo small. the vet thinks he'll get about 25% bigger. He weighs 65 lbs and when he hurt his leg he weighed 48.8 lbs. Big boy. He's as big as Deuce now if not a bit taller. He thinks he's as small a Junkie! It's too funny! Yesterday he decided he wanted to sleep on the arm of the couch like Junkie does- Too funny! He stood on it and tried to make himself small enough to fit he whined about it and begged for help. He finally realized he wouldn't fit and came and laid on my lap whining and staring at me as if to say"why won't it work anymore?" He's just too funny. He's really protective of me, but any large vehicle he sees sends him running. On walks he hides behind me when the garbage truck or school bus goes by. But if he smells or sees people he's on alert and doesn't want anyone he doesn't know near me. He doesn't offer to bite just growls a little. Well vet time TTYL-B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-8046869786892966254?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8046869786892966254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=8046869786892966254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/8046869786892966254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/8046869786892966254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2010/03/start-of-yearly-vet-appointments.html' title='Start of the yearly vet appointments.'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-4565808484824061676</id><published>2010-02-14T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:48:56.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>I finally remembered my password for my blog! I guess since the last one things have started too change. I'm planning on moving to northern California. I'm going with some friends. We have been planning and are preparing to go. I'm not sure exactly when, but soon we'll go. My kids will still get to come see me and Jr is graduating soon. We'lll be together again soon. In the mean time I'll keep everything as up to date as I can.&lt;br /&gt;My Friends that I'm going with are in Florida right now Her mom is sick. I'm hoping for the best for them and miss them badly.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go for now, so TTYL&gt; B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-4565808484824061676?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/4565808484824061676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=4565808484824061676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/4565808484824061676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/4565808484824061676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-5134404197081429666</id><published>2009-11-21T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:27:14.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I really want to move</title><content type='html'>I'm restless. I feel as tho the only thing keeping me here are the kids. I feel useless because I really have nothing to do. I watch tv, play with the dogs, play on the computer, play with the kids, eat and sleep. I'm bored. I used to volunteer at All Creatures Great and Small but they couldn't get it right and closed down 2 years ago. I'm ready for a change. I wish I could find exactly what I want and need and plan it and go. I'd like to know that there's a place waiting for me. I'd really like to find another rescue facility and move there and help out. I only have my eyes on 1 tho but I don't think anything will come up of it. Well I'll just pray and let the Lord lead me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-5134404197081429666?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/5134404197081429666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=5134404197081429666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/5134404197081429666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/5134404197081429666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-really-want-to-move.html' title='I really want to move'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-522060857840995395</id><published>2009-10-27T23:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:53:13.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wow Facebook</title><content type='html'>It was a reunion of stockwood estates here tonight. I talked to so many people Lesley Mantooth, Susan Reeves.... and I talked to some of my younger cousins. I forgot they grew up. Its so awesome. Thank you to the creator of facebook.  Live Laugh Love. TTYL B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-522060857840995395?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/522060857840995395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=522060857840995395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/522060857840995395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/522060857840995395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-facebook.html' title='wow Facebook'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-8123202841862706232</id><published>2009-10-26T17:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:05:12.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>I'm addicted to facebook. I have a farm, cafe, and an aquarium. lol. It's something to do other than clean, tv, dogs,cats.... do I really have time for it?? I'll see. gotta go serve my french onion soup in my cafe. LOL  LIVE LAUGH LOVE  ttyl B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-8123202841862706232?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8123202841862706232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=8123202841862706232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/8123202841862706232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/8123202841862706232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-5305359224651607818</id><published>2009-10-26T11:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:31:49.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fighting over the computer-lol</title><content type='html'>Lee jr came for the weekend, Tara and Dillon went to their friends' instead. Jr and I fought over the computer all weekend. It was funny. Sometimes I just let him have it and would go to Vicki's and tend my facebook games- you see now I'm addicted to Facebook.I have a cafe, farm and 2 fish tanks. Its fun but time consuming. Vicki and her husband Gil are my closest friends. They have been there for me thru everything. Vicki stayed by me thru the Sonny ordeal. He's buried on the hill like I said I was gonna do. I didn't want any help with that part. It was hard physically and emotionally. I didn't think I could do it, my back arms and legs screamed, but he's at rest now.&lt;br /&gt;  I love facebook as I said before. It's amazing I found so many people I've wondered about over the years. It's awesome. Well, I'd better go eat before I dry up and blow away ( that might take years lol as big as I am now). My coffe is done pets are fed- my turn.   LIVE LAUGH LOVE  TTYL B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-5305359224651607818?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/5305359224651607818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=5305359224651607818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/5305359224651607818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/5305359224651607818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/fighting-over-computer-lol.html' title='fighting over the computer-lol'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-1550295925567276910</id><published>2009-10-23T11:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:46:21.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, Is the day over yet? Sonny was humanely euthanized about an hour ago. I'll miss him. LIVE LAUGH LOVE B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-1550295925567276910?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1550295925567276910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=1550295925567276910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/1550295925567276910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/1550295925567276910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok-is-day-over-yet-sonny-was-humanely.html' title=''/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-2958466905384503152</id><published>2009-10-23T09:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:34:05.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>POOR SONNY HONEY</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid sonny is hurt much worse than I thought. His ribs are broken maybe his shoulder and hip. He has an infection in his bite wounds and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;penicillin&lt;/span&gt; is expired. I've made all the right calls (thank God my phone was turned on yesterday) and am waiting for someone to call. I don't have a car or he'd be waiting at the vet's door now. I know his injuries are so severe that I won't have the money to have him helped. I have several options. Surrender him, maybe he'll be fixed and adopted. Get help from local agencies, keep him and nurse him back (pray for this one), or humane euthanasia and bury him on the hill with Kevlar and Debbbie's pets. Debbie rented this house for 10 years and passed away. I knew her a little. Her 3 pets were killed in the road and she started a pet cemetery in a nice spot in the back yard on the hill overlooking the house. My puppy Kevlar is there. He ate a hard plastic cat toy and died on the operating table.Deuce and Junkie have special places reserved for them. Pets are so much more than just animals they're our fur kids. Always treat them right and make the right decisions that are best for them not you. How do people abuse or neglect  animals or children or whatever?  Lord, make me strong enough to do what's right for Sonny. Amen  B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-2958466905384503152?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2958466905384503152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=2958466905384503152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/2958466905384503152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/2958466905384503152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/poor-sonny-honey.html' title='POOR SONNY HONEY'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-2471235018525895863</id><published>2009-10-23T07:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:04:07.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonny Came Home</title><content type='html'>THANK YOU, LORD!!!!!!! I was going to lay down to nap, and a loud banging at my door startled me. I looked outside and my neighbor was standing there frantic. I thought oh no Mystic, Charlie!!! But When I opened the door she said Sonny is outside at the end of your driveway next to dog lot I can't pick him up he's hurt badly but I can't get near him. I ran outside ( in my socks in the rain) to the dog lot and there he was. I went straight to him and checked him out. He's been attacked by a dog. He's hurt pretty badly but no bones broken. I'll start him on injectable pcn and call vet. He has 2 puncture wounds that are closing, lots  of swelling but his eyes are goood no dehydration and hungry. I think the last 6 days might've been the worst of what he had to face, but better vet than sorry. I'm so happy he's alive.  Well he's done eating I'm going to go look him over better now. THANK YOU, LORD!! Live,Laugh, Love  TTYL B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-2471235018525895863?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2471235018525895863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=2471235018525895863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/2471235018525895863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/2471235018525895863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/sonny-came-home.html' title='Sonny Came Home'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-3050074441705523372</id><published>2009-10-23T07:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:31:00.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonny'/><title type='text'>Sonny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/SuGTezZ80WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_56i5G94VHg/s1600-h/0206091712a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395755985970975074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/SuGTezZ80WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_56i5G94VHg/s400/0206091712a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     I'll miss you Sonny Honey. I love you fat cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-3050074441705523372?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/3050074441705523372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=3050074441705523372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/3050074441705523372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/3050074441705523372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/sonny.html' title='Sonny'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/SuGTezZ80WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_56i5G94VHg/s72-c/0206091712a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-3629719044443212010</id><published>2009-10-23T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:26:16.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's My SONNY HONEY</title><content type='html'>Good Morning, Lord. Good Morning friends and family. Well I didn't sleep well last night. I've been awake since 5:00 AM.  I don't want to admit it, But my Sonny Honey cat has been missing 6 days now. I hand delivered him. He's semi-ferrel. Only myself , the kids and a few select people can touch him. He's never late for meals but doesn't like to come inside but for a brief few minutes. I decided since I can't sleep I'll go walking and look for him.Everyone on my street is elderly and hard of hearing, or younger with school kids, so I watched as lights slowly came on around me and started walking and calling him. He always comes when I call, but no Sonny. Iloved that cat as much as I can love a cat since I'm really a dog person. I thought Sonny'd be around for a long time. Charlie is the one I expected to go first since he's a stray. But Charlie is an  overweight lazy cat who only leaves the yard to lay in the street (aaaarrrrgggghhh!!!) just past the driveway. Mystic roams but stays close she's young yet tho. All my pets are spayed or neutered except  Junkie the Poodle and Leo the puppy. They won't neuter Junkie because he's 10 and has what's called White Dog Shaker Syndrome. Its like epilepsy, but only affects white dogs. Mainly White minature, toy and teacup, poodles. Leo's getting neutered next month along with his last puppy shot and rabies vaccine.  It's Crazy  we spend our lives loving someone or some pet hard only to lose them. I've lost alot of pets because I bred German Shepherds foe years, They either got old or some complications took them away. You never get used to losing the ones you love. All I have in my life are my kids and pets and few friends. I'd love to become closer to my family, it'll take them all time to get used to letting me back in, but I'm patient. Sonny missing has me upset. I'm not crying like I will when one of the dogs passes, but my heart aches because I know I could've done better. Cats really shouldn't be outside. They get hurt too easily, don't learn boundaries like dogs do, and will chase almost anything that moves which gets them into trouble. Now I'm gonna worry about Charlie and Mystic more, I'll probably go overboard when I don't see them close to the porch. Enough of that now. I'm sleepy think I'll go nap after I take the dogs out.    LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE     TTYL B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-3629719044443212010?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/3629719044443212010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=3629719044443212010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/3629719044443212010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/3629719044443212010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheres-my-sonny-honey.html' title='Where&apos;s My SONNY HONEY'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-7138985230256650165</id><published>2009-10-22T23:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:48:10.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M ONLINE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok after an extremely long wait(3 years) I'm back online! I've been playing all day so, I'm tired. I'll post when I get up. It's just great to be able to get on at home. Well, TTYL B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-7138985230256650165?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/7138985230256650165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=7138985230256650165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/7138985230256650165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/7138985230256650165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-online.html' title='I&apos;M ONLINE!!!!!!'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-291693156538973595</id><published>2009-09-23T14:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:31:24.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Single again</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm single now. My divorce was finalized yesterday. It was totally weird. I haven't seen Bruce in 3 years yet When I walked in the courthouse there he was at the top of the stairs wearing the same red polo I was! It was like a punch in the face. I had all these emotions come flooding back- but first and formost I was hurt.I could tell he's clean and off the meth and all I could Think was why couldn't he quit for me? I miss him alot. It really messes with me being able to date again I always compare them to Bruce's good qualities and its tough.When it was good it was like a fairy tale. When things were bad it was a horror flick. I've grown and changed alot over these last 3 1/2 years. Its hard living alone on disability.  I'm going to start a job soon with vocational rehab soon. Maybe it'll work out. I pray every day for strenghth. Some days are harder than others but I'll be all right. I gotta go for now my hot fudge sundae is melting.  ttyl B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-291693156538973595?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/291693156538973595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=291693156538973595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/291693156538973595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/291693156538973595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/09/single-again.html' title='Single again'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-5229347988088763771</id><published>2009-09-17T15:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:16:32.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, its been a while. I got a new Puppy. He's white labrador retriever siberian husky mix.He's beautiful. Solid white with blue eyes. He's really smart. had him a week now. He's 6 weeks old. He's just plain good. Deuce is sick. He has 73 tumors internally and externally. cancer. He's old but still healthy otherwise. We're gonna endure this together. He is my best friend. I've been thankful to live these last 10 years together. He's the best dog I've ever known. Well I'm crying now- so I gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-5229347988088763771?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/5229347988088763771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=5229347988088763771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/5229347988088763771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/5229347988088763771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-1010586771493033499</id><published>2009-08-24T14:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:01:10.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>The kids were here almost all summer. We had a blast we went on a couple trips, and played hard. They each had a week alone with me and I packed as much as i could into it all -well as much as I could without a car of my own. My friend Russ gave me his '89 BMW cause his son hit a telephone pole and it was too much to repair, so it sits in my driveway slowly getting repairs. Not much left now just body stuff mainly then I'll be tearing up the roads. Lee sr and the kids moved to Inman SC with has girlfriend cause she was pregnant. She lost a baby girl on August 20. SR said he isn't going to stay with her, but he is going to make sure Tara and Lee Jr finish driving school and get their Licenses and move back. The kids are tough and try to handle all the moving around with their heads up. They are doing well. They started school on different days this month- Dillon 8th on the 18th, Tara 9th on the 19th, and Lee Jr on the 20th. Weird ,huh. Well not much else except I got Mystic Spayed so no more Kittens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Needless to say I got a laptop for my birthday. I haven't got internet yet so I use the local city wireless and Sonic's wireless. I can walk to Sonic if I have to. Well Gotta go- I'm done eating now. lol  As always I love Y'all.  B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-1010586771493033499?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1010586771493033499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=1010586771493033499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/1010586771493033499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/1010586771493033499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-3699232667912204043</id><published>2009-04-03T16:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:07:28.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bill day. Got 'em paid. Blah blah, bills, blah blah bills....&lt;br /&gt;Met David's mom today. His dad had a stress test done today, took 4 hours. I've met his dad before. His mom was nice. David, his mom and I went out to eat. Went to Seabreeze restaurant. Fish!!!!!!! I ate flounder! Yes folks- don't have a heart attack- I ate fish and liked it.lol. David and his mom had alaskan whitefish, I liked it too! No more families for my shrimp and I eat fish. My how tastes change as we grow up. I still hate oysters- there's no hope, Dad. I like shrimp scampi alot. I ate crab legs in Daytona. Crazy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I even like liver now.&lt;br /&gt;The kittens are doing well, but I don't think they're all girls,2 might be boys after all. The White one is changing colors. They sure are small. Anyway, not much more to say for now ttyl. B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-3699232667912204043?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/3699232667912204043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=3699232667912204043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/3699232667912204043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/3699232667912204043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/04/bill-day.html' title=''/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-8034664524897309000</id><published>2009-04-02T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:01:39.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was pretty boring. The new meds Knock me out. I hate it. I got up at 8, had small breakfast,2 cups of coffee, and thought I wa good for the day. I sat down on the couch and next thing I knew David was Knocking on my door to take me to physical therapy at 1pm. we went to eat chinese, then to his house. I fell asleep again for 2 more hours lol. Been awake bout 3 hours and I'm ready for bed. Successfu day, huh. Oh well maybe tomorrow will be different. B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-8034664524897309000?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8034664524897309000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=8034664524897309000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/8034664524897309000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/8034664524897309000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-pretty-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-1561052488633536721</id><published>2009-03-31T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:47:31.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick catch up here...</title><content type='html'>Well here goes... This isn't great news. I have been seing a physical massge therapist for about 3 weeks. Last Thursday she found several swollen lymph nodes over my ribs on both sides. I saw my dr yesterday. I have had problems with lymphadenatis since '02, so I wasn't too concerned. She is sending me to a general surgeon on the 7th. She thinks I might have lymphoma. I hope not but I'm Worried. We'll find out then.&lt;br /&gt;Better news here-I guess. My cat had 4 kittens yesterday. Her name is mystic. She's too young, but escaped while in heat and (excuse the expression) catted around now I have 7 cats in the house-ugh. I already have homes for them, but they'll still be there for 6 weeks. they are all girls, 1 white, 3 black, one has white socks and nose. She's a good mom tho. She'll be spayed as soon as they are weaned.&lt;br /&gt;The kids are playing baseball and softball again this year. They just had tryouts. Dillon and Lee Jr. are on the same team in the senior league. Tara is in the girls softball senior league. I'm so proud. They are doing better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;I've been seperated for 3 years 4 months from Bruce, and on my own for the first time ever. I love it. I have a cute little 2 bedroom cottage right now in Hendersonville, but might be taking over payments on friends home on Jeter mtn in 5 weeks for half the money. Its 3 bedroom 2 bath on 2 1/2 acres. I hope it works out.&lt;br /&gt;I still have Deuce The german shepherd golden retriever mix, just turned 10. I still have the poodle Junkie- He'll be 10 in September. They are my best friends. I unfortunately lost my other shepherds because of my ex, but I handled it well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what else to catch up on except I have new boyfriend of 2 1/2 weeks named David and He's great. He has 2 sons, Jaime 20, and Trent, 16. We have alot of fun, and my kids adore him. I guess thats all for now. ttyl. B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-1561052488633536721?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1561052488633536721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=1561052488633536721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/1561052488633536721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/1561052488633536721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-here-goes.html' title='Quick catch up here...'/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542503058517498972.post-8727316427648949695</id><published>2009-03-31T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:23:38.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! This is crazy, haven't been online in forever. This will be fun. I miss it a lot. My life is crazy and different, so I might as well share lol. For now I just want to post comments on my mom's sight. So... I'll be back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542503058517498972-8727316427648949695?l=bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8727316427648949695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542503058517498972&amp;postID=8727316427648949695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/8727316427648949695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542503058517498972/posts/default/8727316427648949695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsnikpmot.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-this-is-crazy-havent-been-online-in.html' title=''/><author><name>bethtompkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15037502171001546703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwhIXa5FAVs/S-4Cus5sGRI/AAAAAAAAABY/HKJuiDoc_Kc/S220/momma.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
