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O'siyo Oginalii Tsilugi - Hello friends - Welcome - to My first blog. A place to share. |
 Dream Catchers An ancient Chippewa tradition The dream net has been made For many generations Where spirit dreams have played. Hung above the cradle board, Or in the lodge up high, The dream net catches bad dreams, While the good dreams slip on by. Bad dreams become entangled Among the sinew thread. Good dreams slip through the center hole, While you dream upon your bed. This is an ancient legend, Since dreams will never cease, Hang this dream net above your bed, Dream on, an be at peace.  |
| How do you feel about some one chewing ice at the table? Would you speak to someone if they were chewing ice or would you ignore it? You must be kidding!  I have been suffering from two weeks now from temperatures ranging between 107 t0 109 daily with my house cooler on the fritz. No break in sight. Even talking about ice and imagining its sound, sounds good. UMMMMM~I'm in!Kristina |
| https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/offbeat/couple-call-police-and-claim-their-pet-ca... There are always weird stories about people and their pets sneaking into the media. What do you think can a pet really keep you hostage? Share with us a crazy experience you've had with a pet. I am not sure on how to tell this story. I have five little terrier mix, rescue guys. These little guys seem to think that I am their personal property. Can you imagine that? Property! I can not Sneak outside for a breath of fresh air without being found, by all of them. My writing room is in my bedroom. If anyone comes near my door or in my room while I in there; you would think that they have come to murder me. Then there is the two dominant males. Well...they fight over is going to get the closest to me. Leave the house, even to go to the market? You would think that I had run away. They are crazy little guys, but I love them. BUT...I heard today. A Parakeet as a witness? Apparently a person was shot to death in front of his bird. The parakeet keeps repeating what was said before he died and the prosecution wants to call the bird as a witness...Hmmm...stranger things have happened. Kristina |
| Hello! Force a relationship between two seemingly different things. For example: How is friendship like a baseball game? Well... I guess you could say that it is like giving your pet mountain lion a bath. You never know who is going to come out on top.  Like a baseball game? You will always have your home runs and outs. Kristina |
| Let's talk about first impressions. I read an article in Family Circle about the importance of your front door on your home. They say that your front door makes a lasting impression and says a lot about you the resident. Do you agree or disagree on it's importance? Do you feel it matters what the outside shows or is it more important to you what the inside reflects? Well? This can be a double barrel question. There are times in life that one can size up a situation just by a gut feeling. I tend to rely on mine in situations that I am just not sure of. However, judging someone on their outward appearance or the outward appearance of their home is not always accurate. There could be existing situations as to why they may not be as fancy as you or Joe Blow next door. It may not be as simple as spending a bunch of bucks. We are not all that lucky. You all have heard the old saying, "You can't judge a book by it's cover, " but I also believe, it is what that is inside that counts!" Kristina |
| prompt: Music can often trigger powerful memories. Describe a memorable experience associated with a particular song or piece of music. Please keep in mind this was years ago—but what a fun memory! Just call me wiggle butt. My husband's cousin had a country western band. His name was Mack Owens, his wife Loretta was Bonnie Owen's sister, and could she sing. Anyway, Mack played for dances held all over my county. Mainly good ole fashion barn dances. My husband and I went every weekend and did we have fun! I still remember the fresh smell of hay, the distinct fragrance of horses, cattle, and deep-pit-BBQ. The beer? Well I won't go into that.  The crawling in at 4 am. (after stopping for breakfast and coffee - hee hee) The band knew I loved the song called "Down on the Corner" by the Creedance Clearwater and played all the time. Well.....being wild and young....I was out there—wiggling. I had almost forgotten that part of my life, thanks for the smile.  What I wouldn't give for one more barn dance. Kristina |
| This story isn't one that I think was repeated much other than in my own mind. It is the most distinct memory that I have. My mother was an avid reader and writer. Every week she would scoope me up and take off to the library. We lived about a mile away and the only way for her to get there—was walk. To her it was well worth the effort. I was lucky, I got to ride in the stroller. What I remember the most about entering the library was the smell! Oh the books smelled so good! I also remember that when she was done, I got to hold the books and sniff them all the way home. BUT what is really funny about this story is...to this day I can not check out or buy a book without sniffing it first. It all began with a stroller ride.Kristina |
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