Wednesday, February 16, 2011
STUFF...and more stuff..and stuffier stuff you stuff with.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
IS YOUR NAME IN THIS POST?
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Prayers needed-
My brother texted me this morning to tell me he had passed away. It's so sad that he has been fighting this injury since January and lost that fight. A couple weeks ago my niece said "Mr David's getting better!"
Please remember his family in your prayers.
**I might be hit and miss since our internet time is almost gone until the 29th. I really love living in the country but hate the limited internet we have. I'm trying to get some post scheduled so yall don't forget me!**
*also there are a book giveaway and 3 coupon giveaways at Blonde Moms right now.*
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Prayers for a fireman
Firefighter David Curlin Injured When Wall Collapses
Monday, January 4, 2010 11:14 PM CST
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A Sunday fire destroyed Clements Office Center at 604 S. Main St. and left a Pine Bluff Firefighter in critical condition at the University of Arkansas for Medical Sciences Medical Center in Little Rock. The cause of the fire is still unknown. |
Meanwhile, Lt. David Curlin was listed in critical but stable condition in the Intensive Care Unit at the University of Arkansas for Medical Sciences Medical Center where he was transferred from Jefferson Regional Medical Center Sunday.
Curlin was injured when part of a wall fell on him Sunday.
“He made it through the night, and they were supposed to reassess him today,” Lt. Shauwn Howell, fire department spokesman, said Monday morning.
Howell said Curlin, who is in his 14th year as a firefighter, is a lieutenant assigned to Station 3 at 30th Avenue and Ash Street.
“He’s an instructor and has been a deputy fire marshal,” Howell said. “He’s been very involved on the training side and is one of our really good guys.”
Initially, four fire companies and both ladder trucks responded to the fire, but Howell said at various points, personnel from all seven stations, an estimated 25 firefighters, were on the scene of the fire, which was finally extinguished about six hours after the first call.
Howell said volunteer fire departments from Watson Chapel and White Hall assisted in fighting the fire.
No damage estimate was available Monday but Howell described the building and its contents as a total loss.
The building formerly housed one of the first Safeway grocery stores in Pine Bluff, Bowen’s Buffeteria restaurant, a store that sold refrigerators, a lawn service and a Western Auto store, among other businesses, Nichol said.
The office supply store moved there after their former location across the street was acquired as part of the business incubator project by the University of Arkansas at Pine Bluff in 2006.
“It’s a devastating thing for Main Street, but we will just have to make something positive out of it,” said Joy Blankenship, executive director of Pine Bluff Downtown Development.
Blankenship said she could envision another building, a parking lot or even a mini-park with green space at the site where the building stood.
“Pine Bluff is fortunate in having a good collection of older, viable buildings that other cities don’t have,” she said. “This one of course had a lot of history behind it and it was not only a viable building, it was adding wealth to our community.
“I believe that something good can come from something that right now looks so bad,” Blankenship said.
Monday night, Pine Bluff Fire Chief Dannie C. Smith told the city council that he visited Curlin and his family in the hospital Monday morning and other Pine Bluff firefighters have been rotating spending time with them around the clock.
The fire department will be conducting an “after action review” in the coming days, something officials do when there’s an injury — to try to identify and learn from any mistakes to avoid them in the future, Smith said.
Smith also mentioned the David Curlin Fund has been set up with Simmons First National Bank for anyone wishing to make contributions.
There will be a blood drive in Curlin’s name at 10 a.m. Wednesday at Fire Station One (downtown). North Little Rock and Little Rock fire fighters are also organizing a blood drive, Smith said.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
OH MOM! Daughters battle cry hard on moms self esteem.

Motherhood is not meant for the faint hearted, Dead frogs and the insults of teen-age girls are not for the wimpy-Danielle Steele
My 15 year old daughter came home last week after a 4 day trip to South Texas. I knew she was home because the air was suddenly full of criticism.
"Mom,you aren't wearing that to the store are you?"
"Mom can't you cook something I like?"
"Mom, you are the most over-protective parent on the planet!"
Lauren's comments on every move I make and every word I say have made me feel like I need to stand perfectly still and not utter a sound if I want to survive the remainder of her high school years with my self-esteem intact. Unfortunately, that's rather impractical as I have 3 other children and a boatload of responsibilities. I console myself by realizing that,if ever captured my an army of militants,I could probably survive any torture applied,as I've been so well primed by my daughter.
A good example of Lauren's uplifting technique came shortly after she returned from her trip. She took 30 minutes grilling her father and me about phone messages we had taken in her absence. She wanted to know how people sounded when they called,If we had explained what kind of trip she was on and if she had gotten any job offers for baby-sitting. She sounded,her father decided,like a journalist.
"I can't believe it," he said with a chuckle,"you sound just like your mother!"
"That's a horrible thing to say!" Lauren replied.
This was one of those Norman Rockwell moments a mother dreams of: The day her first born daughter begins to identify with her. Of course,I had thought the identification process would be alot more positive.
"Well I'm so thrilled your happy to be like me,"I said to Lauren as I hand my husband a tissue to dry his eyes."There are some folks who think I'm a great person."
"It's not like your awful or anything,"Lauren explained."It's just that I don't want to be like you.I'm sure you can understand."
Well,I wanted to say,actually I can't understand. I remember being mortified by my parents,but I had good reason-they were hopelessly out of step with the times.
On the other hand,I've taken great care to remain rather cool by teen-age standards. I listen to alternative rock music. I play basketball with the neighborhood kids. I drive groups of teens to the movies. I even play electric guitar off and on in a retro rock band. How much more cool can one mom be?
I've often reminded my angel that her friends have told her,and I quote,"Your mom's pretty OK,for a parent."
"That's because you aren't there mom!" she will explain,adding that she thinks that I talk to much,laugh to loud and ask to many questions.
"Can't you just be like other mother's?" she'll ask. "You know just watch television and ignore me and my friends?"
"But I think your friends are interesting."
"See? That's exactly what I mean-grown-ups aren't suppose to like teenagers! It's not normal!"
When my children were small, I thought I'd die from the physical exhaustion required by parenting preschoolers. I actually remember kneeling by my bed one night telling God I didn't think I could make it through one more day of scraping play dough off the carpet or changing diapers.
In retrospect, it is safe to say that in comparison to the emotional torment of trying to be acceptable to your teenager.the preschool years were the good old days Back in their preschool years,my children worshipped me,invited me to their tea parties and told me I was beautiful,even if I had hat hair and was dressed in flannel pjs.
These days,however, Lauren has decided I'm a fashion hazard,a social nerd and completely unworthy of her company unless I'm providing taxi service(and her 13 year old brother agrees). I'm left wondering where exactly I went wrong,when it was that I became a liability in the eyes of my teenagers.
Hard to say,really,and a moot point as well. What's getting me through right now is knowing that one day,my kids will probably have children of their own. And as every parent knows,what goes around,comes around-as well it should.
~ Renee Schafer Horton~ article from Arkansas Democrat-Gazette 08-26-98
**This article lived on my fridge for years. It is old and tattered and yellowed,I even have packing tape on it now to preserve it. They do apologize...at least mine did,for the hard times.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
SATURDAY RAMBLINGS on boobies,hogs and painting.


Thursday, May 28, 2009
~THE BEGINNING OF THE END~
originally post in Sept. of 2006
~~ In October of 1992 I started working at Tyson Foods, Some months later Jim was approved for S. S. disability and the girls were going to this little country school down the road. Working at Tyson was hard! I worked at night and it was rough not seeing the girls like I was use to. Nikki was 8 and Kelly 6.
Things between Jim and I were different than they had ever been. It was like we lived 2 different lives. (Now remember this is the way I perceived things) We seemed to argue about everything. I felt like I was a robot going through the motions of a life. Jim would wake me up at noon every day and I'd eat and get ready to go back to work. At Tyson you work at least 6 days a week and that was if you were lucky!
Life went on like this until October of 1993. I found myself working even more and volunteering to work so I wouldn't have to be home. When I was there it was just constantly arguments between Jim and I. Then the rumors started at work that I was dating someone there. Anyone who works in a plant or workplace where men and women work together know how this starts. You smile at someone and it seems like your all the sudden fooling around, at least thats what they say.... Well supposedly someone called my house while I was at work and told Jim I was having an affair. It wasn't true!
After the phone call things really started going down hill. I had to leave work so much because I would be called home. It finally got to a point that I felt like me and the girls would be happier alone. They wouldn't be hearing their daddy and I fight all the time and be crabby alot. I told Jim I wanted a divorce. At that point in my life that was the hardest thing I ever did. Things had gotten so bad I didn't like him any more and I didn't want to hate him. I wanted to be able to get along even if it was only for the girls sake.
Jim moved back to Reno and the girls and I started a different way of living.We had our own home next door to my mom and dad but they were at my mamas alot because of the hours I worked. We went on like this for several years. Eventually Jim moved back to Arkansas and got remarried. The girls liked his wife and I was grateful for that because I'd hate to think they would go over there and hate being there.
I'm not even sure what year I'm at here but I think it's around 1996, Jim and I have been divorced 2 years, He's remarried and the girls have adjusted well to our split.
Stay tuned for the next part!