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Hi ya Sheba … What Wonderful words to read about Us All Sheba. I can just Hear Your Heart in Every Post … You’re so Thoughtful and Sweet. The Honor is All Mine … to hear that I have made a Difference in Someones Journey is Awesome. Cherie Loves Life, Caring, Sharing and Sheba Your thread has it All … My Mom Played Funkytown (Lipps Inc) today .. Hope we’re All still dancing! Night-nite Sheba♥

@bassetbabe HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Hey Sheba, thanks for the pink flowers. I am in a pink mood too!
I saw a baby rattler on the trail today.
Cherie, we are having quite the heat wave here in So Ca..

Sheba, read a few pages back and was glad that all is well with your tests.
oh, and I missed the train ride. Will have to look it up.
But my husband and son tried the Poutinerie for breakfast – what were they thinking?
Basically french fries covered in gravy, makes me laugh to think about it.

ok, well time to read your ghost stories.
Shout out to all – Deek, Loaf, Cherie, McPoopoo, Veepee, Pookie
Bassetbabe ,best wishes for a very Happy Birthday!

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Peace Out Peeps! Enjoy your evening and have a great day.♥

Shout out to all and Happy Birthday Bassetbabe. ♥

Everyone grab a cup. 🙂

Enjoy your day Bassetbabe. ♥

Happy Birthday Bassetbabe. 🙂

“One More Night” Phil Collins

One more night, one more night
I’ve been trying ooh so long to let you know
Let you know how I feel
And if I stumble if I fall, just help me back
So I can make you see

Please give me one more night, give me one more night
One more night cos I can’t wait forever
Give me just one more night, oh just one more night
Oh one more night cos I can’t wait forever

I’ve been sitting here so long
Wasting time, just staring at the phone
And I was wondering should I call you
Then I thought maybe you’re not alone

Please give me one more night, give me just one more night
Oh one more night, cos I can’t wait forever
Please give me one more night, ooh just one more night
Oh one more night, cos I can’t wait forever
Give me one more night, give me just one more night
Ooh one more night, cos I can’t wait forever

Like a river to the sea
I will always be with you
And if you sail away
I will follow you

Give me one more night, give me just one more night
Oh one more night, cos I can’t wait forever
I know there’ll never be a time you’ll ever feel the same
And I know it’s only words
But if you change your mind you know that I’ll be here
And maybe we both can learn

Give me just one more night, give me just one more night
Ooh one more night, cos I can’t wait forever
Give me just one more night, give me just one more night
Ooh one more night, cos I can’t wait forever

@taci,

Happy Trails. ♥

One of the first gravediggers in Salt Lake City, Jean Baptiste was otherwise unremarkable; he lived with his wife in a two-bedroom home in town, had few friends, and was punctual. He was, perhaps, unusually well off for a gravedigger—and authorities learned the reason why in 1862. In just three years, Baptiste had robbed the graves of more than 300 people, stripping them of clothing and possessions, and dumping their naked bodies back in the caskets. The police found his home filled with clothing; he’d sold many of the possessions. Baptiste showed up in court wearing a suit a local storekeeper had been buried in. Banished to a remote island in the Great Salt Lake, Baptiste vanished six weeks later. Many say his ghost roams the southern coast of the lake carrying an armful of wet, rotting clothing.

In the frontier days, a settler family eked out a living on the banks of Elm Creek near San Antonio. One day, the son of a wealthy merchant in town passed through their property and was bitten by the family mule. Enraged, the young man began beating the animal and wouldn’t stop. The family depended on the mule for their living and in desperation pelted the man with stones until he left—but before he did, he vowed revenge. That night, he rounded up a posse and set fire to the family home. The men came armed and waited to gun down the family members as they fled the fire. When the mother ran out, she was deformed nearly beyond recognition: Her fingers had fused almost into hooves and the flesh on her face sagged terribly. With a screech, she hurled herself into the creek, where her ghastly spirit remains. Locals say they still hear shrieks coming from the creek and nearby woods, and some have reported a terrifying creature with hooves dropping onto their cars and scratching at their windows, trying to get inside.

The Fairmont Hotel—formerly a brothel and saloon, now an oyster bar—is widely considered the most haunted landmark in South Dakota. The place has seen its share of jealousy and heartbreak: There’s the ghost of a man who shot the client of his prostitute girlfriend, and then accidentally shot himself; there’s the spirit of an angry fellow whose girlfriend died of syphilis; and there’s the ghost of a prostitute named Maggie who jumped out a window to her death. On more than one occasion, visitors have reported seeing an apparition with red hair and a green dress—perhaps Maggie herself—lurking in the hallways upstairs.

4 HSN for allowing me to do this. ♥

Thank you. 🙂

@veepee

Enjoy the season. You are missed. 🙂

This is from the Sun Flower State. ♥ OZ ♥

Last call for fall. ♥