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On the following pages please wait for them to download completely. Because of the picture sizes and the music they take a while to load completely. If you are on dial up you may want to click the stop on the music icons. That will take out a lot of the loading time. Sorry, but I like music and think of different songs with each page I have created. Thanks for stopping by and check again soon for changes or additions please.
Welcome to my attempt
to create an interesting
homepage.

Feel free to take off your
shoes, put up your feet,
smoke if you want, grab a cold tea, coffee or soda.

Now I will amaze or bore you,
it is all in how you see my story!

Look around and remember,
it's the small things in life that

are most important.
Okay, this is me
Ginny B.taken at House On The Rock in Wisconsin! --->
If you ever get an opportunity to visit there, it is a fun place to spend the day!

 
A.K.A. Virginia,Nina,Ginia
Are we having fun yet? Oh, come on and pretend so you don't hurt my feelings! Okay?

(could I take a minute to ask a small favor.... please feel free to put your shoes back on. I like you and want you to be comfortable, but really!! ;-)

Alright if you are going to play nice and smile just a little, even if you don't really mean it.... now you can move along to even more fantastic times in my amazing (yet simple) life.
 

 

Here are a few photos taken of me & husband Howard & others .
Now, don't get up, I will make you dinner while you continue to check out the rest of my first page! (And for those of you who know me, you will realize that last line is a joke. I forgot how to cook when my children were old enough to move out of the house. )



First one is when we went to visit Little House on the Prairie, where Laura Engles Wilder really grew up in Wisconsin. 

This pic was taken with our grandson Daniel, isn't he a cutie?
He is very angelic when sleeping & fun to spoil because he deserves the best in life.

This one is Howard with his daughter Amy. She is definately the apple of Howard's Eye! I believe she is now almost as tall as her Dad. She is very pretty & intelligent and will be very sucessful in anything she chooses to persue in life. 

Her is one I took of Howard with our oldest cat. Her name is Katie. She is the oldest of five cats. Generally she is the loudest also because her hearing is not very good. *If anyone knows about older cats and would care to share information it would be appreciated.*

This pic was taken on a nice little boat ride Howard & I went on with VTR folks. They served a pretty nice meal during our cruise. It was a very nice ride in Redwing, MN. 

Last one is what I miss with my children all living in Washington State me & Trisha just sharing time together! 

Prom Night?
Wedding?
Just won the lottery?
Nope, just a night at the Oscars...AKA the Champagne British Car Festival Night at the Oscars May 2004!

(don't we clean up pretty nice?)
IS this a cats life or Howards version of a fur blanket?

Who looks more comfortable.. Howard or the cats that hold him down?? 



 

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The first picture below to the left was taken before I moved out of Washington we were all just a little happy family. From left is Heather, Sabrina, Cliff (Daniel's Father), Emory and Trisha. In the front middle is Gramma Ginny holding Miranda. The picture on your right is the day Howard & I were married with most of our kids attending in Washington State July 24, 1998. From the left is Emory, Howard, me, Trisha. In the front are the two youngest daughters... Tina & Amy. It was a good day in Washington State, please note... no rain... no clouds.. what is with all that light in the sky??? 

 
 
Old Age Is Hell
author unknown to me

The body gets stiff, you get cramps in your legs,
Corns on your feet as big as hens eggs,
Gas in your stomach, elimination is poor, 
Take ex-lax at night, but then you're not sure,
You soak in the tub, or the body will swell, 
It's just like I said... Old age is hell,

The teeth start decaying, eyesight is poor,
Your hair falls out all over the floor,
Sex life is shot, it's a thing of the past,
Don't kid your friends, even that doesn't last,
Can't to to parties, don't dance anymore,
Just putting it mildly, you're a hell of a bore.
Liquor is out, you can't take a chance..
Bladder is weak, you might pee your pants.
There is nothing to plan for, Nothing to expect...
Only the mail man bringing your social security check.
Be sure your affairs are in order and that your will is made right,
Or on the way to the graveyard there will be a hell of a fight!

So if in the coming year, you feel fairly well,
Thank God you're alive and kicking, although OLD AGE IS HELL!!!
This was sent to me by my Mom before she passed away. And some days it really seems to hit the spot. So to whom ever was good enough to think to write this... thank you I have enjoyed re-reading it for many years!

 
 
Warning
by Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm Tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells.
And run my stick along the public railings 
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens 
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickles for a week.
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
There was also an acknowledgement at the bottom of the copy I had that mentions.... Lyn Cowan, Ruby at the Fair. Not sure if that is a book this was out of, but I want to be sure anyone reading this knows I am not taking credit and show respect to the author with proper mention. But I do really enjoy this poem and just want to share it. 
Alrighty then, that is all for my first page. Of course you know what they say on all of these type pages.... always under construction!!!!