Conversation – 15

@Sheba,

I read your post to me and I had to laugh at your Leo comment! You must have lots of interesting dreams written down! Lol! I don;t keep a dream journal, per se, but I find a way to incorporate my more meaningful ones into character development in stories or in poetry, even songs. Just depends what hits me. That way I can keep them personal to me. There are some dreams I believe I will never forget because of their meaning. Some I am convinced are a way God has allowed me to see my loved ones I’ve lost and they give me great hope and peace. They are different than “dreams” because I am aware I am being “visited”, very much like your McPooPoo dream. I will wake up immediately and just know they have been with me. It has happened with both my mom and dad, my grandma, my brother in law and my precious cats.

Thank you so much for the Drew Doggett gallery! I love his work and he is very talented and interesting (not to mention, handsome 😉 ). I’m glad you know of him and are familiar with his work! 😀

I also feel God never gives you more than you can handle so when I can’t handle anymore, I let him know. Sometimes though I think he must believe I can handle more than I think I can. I also believe that what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, and again I have been known to let him know that I am strong enough! Lol.

I really hope by the time you are reading this that you are feeling much, much better! It is hard enough to be grieving without having to be dealing with being sick! You WILL get better so hang in there! Make sure you rest even though you have energy because you don’t want to overdue it. The fact that you even have energy is really great! 😀 And yes, I hope each day is better for you with your family. Have you told your dad? I know how you feel about losing your family.

Today has been a good day because of my dream. I hope it helps me through this week. I have never heard that song but it was just something I really needed at that moment so thank you for thinking of me!

Glad you enjoy the kitties stories! I could go on and on but I keep it short. LOL! HaHa! You should read my long version stories! My brother thinks I should publish a book with my kitty stories and my photography.

Well, I must try to get some sleep in between Jonnie’s yowls and cries. She is temporarily exhausted from it and sleeping and I don’t know how long this relief will last. Good night! 😀

Great Magical Words, LOVE the Gallery, and You’re the Best at posting Seasonal Stories (Grinch Story) …. Sheba you’re so thoughtful …. Cherie LOVES your Christmas stories and I Love to save them for the Kids Christmas Vacation and we read them over and over … Thank You! Raining and Thunder … Send US what you have left of that , we’ll take it over here in S. Cali. I’m happy you’re staying hydrated and I’m confident your medical tests will be ALL in order. I remember you posting your Heidi dream … I sure wish I could interpret Dreams, like Daniel … But unfortunately I’m just a Dreamer like you and @kittengirl …. Big Hugs Sheba♥ …. Take care EVERYONE!

@loaf … Wow, my mother in-Love is 91, I sure wish we could convince her to go out more, but it’s an act of congress just to get her to go to the Dr’s … That is so Cool your Mother in law still wants to Live Life! So @loaf are your Relatives still going to Africa??

@kittengirl … Cherie caught All your “Hiding Places” of posts ( this thread moves fast, so I try to comb through, so as not to miss anyone) … you’re so Sweet … Thank You. So Cherie is on Pins and Needles … In your Dream who was the Man?? Did I miss it OR were you Dreaming you knew him? I TOTALLY get what You mean by “Knowing” … that Feeling IS Powerful & Peaceful. Love your Kitty stories … That must have been such a Difficult Decision … But as usual … sounds like Your Big Heart and Insight made the Best decision.

PAT BOONE SAID HE WROTE THAT TUNE I THINK HE SAID IT ON COAST TO COAST LAST NIGHT .I MAY BE WRONG .

I WILL BE SEEING THE GRINCH AT OUR LOCAL DINNER THEATRE ON SUNDAY . SHEBA THANKS FOR REMINDING ME . COME WITH US .SHEBA THE GROUP MOVEMENT SAID THAT TUNE WAS TO SUGGESTIVE . LOL.

Paul Newman was an outstanding person in so many ways. Yes, the young generati9n see a sketch of a man on product labels but he was our shining star for years.

I think this bunny may be looking for Velvet.

Peace Out Peeps! Enjoy your evening and be safe.

Cherie you will not believe this but right now it is raining and thundering.
We have more snow on the way next week. Go figure 🙂

Waving…

Happy Holidays to the HSN Community.

Jordan Smith
“You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch”

You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You’re as cuddly as a cactus, you’re as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch
You’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

Just face the music, you’re a monster, Mr. Grinch
Your heart’s an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders, you’ve got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch
I wouldn’t touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch
You’re a nasty wasty skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch!

You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch
Given the choice between you I’d take the seasick crocodile!
Seasick crocodile!

The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote
“Stink, stank, stunk”!

4 the children and the children in us all ♥

4 Cherie’s Kids, Loaf’s Grandkids and Kittengirl Grandson um Taci son may have outgrown
this one. 🙂

How The Grinch Stole Christmas
by Dr. Suess

Every Who Down in Whoville Liked Christmas a lot…
But the Grinch,Who lived just north of Whoville, Did NOT!
The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his head wasn’t on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
Whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Whos,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown,
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Who down in Whoville beneath,
Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.
“And they’re hanging their stockings!” he snarled with a sneer,
“Tomorrow is Christmas! It’s practically here!”
Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming,
“I MUST find some way to stop Christmas from coming!”
For Tomorrow, he knew, all the Who girls and boys,
Would wake bright and early. They’d rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise!
Noise! Noise! Noise!
That’s one thing he hated! The NOISE!
NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they’d feast! And they’d feast! And they’d FEAST!
FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would feast on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast beast.
Which was something the Grinch couldn’t stand in the least!
And THEN They’d do something He liked least of all!
Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.
They’d stand hand-in-hand. And the Whos would start singing!
They’d sing! And they’d sing! And they’d SING!
SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Grinch thought of this Who ChristmasSing,
The more the Grinch thought, “I must stop this whole thing!”
“Why, for fifty-three years I’ve put up with it now!”
“I MUST stop this Christmas from coming! But HOW?”
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
THE GRINCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
“I know just what to do!” The Grinch laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, “What a great Grinchy trick!”
“With this coat and this hat, I look just like Saint Nick!”
“All I need is a reindeer…” The Grinch looked around.
But, since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Grinch? No! The Grinch simply said,
“If I can’t find a reindeer, I’ll make one instead!”
So he called his dog, Max. Then he took some red thread,
And he tied a big horn on the top of his head.
THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks,
On a ramshackle sleigh And he hitched up old Max.
Then the Grinch said, “Giddap!” And the sleigh started down,
Toward the homes where the Whos Lay asnooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care.
When he came to the first little house on the square.
“This is stop number one,” the old Grinchy Claus hissed,
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But, if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue.
Where the little Who stockings all hung in a row.
“These stockings,” he grinned, “are the first things to go!”
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums!
Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Whos’ feast!
He took the Who-pudding! He took the roast beast!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Who-hash!
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
“And NOW!” grinned the Grinch, “I will stuff up the tree!”
And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove,
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who!
Little Cindy-Lou Who, who was not more than two.
The Grinch had been caught by this tiny Who daughter,
Who’d got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
She stared at the Grinch and said, “Santy Claus, why,”
“Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?”
But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick,
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
“Why, my sweet little tot,” the fake Santy Claus lied,
“There’s a light on this tree that won’t light on one side.”
“So I’m taking it home to my workshop, my dear.”
“I’ll fix it up there. Then I’ll bring it back here.”
And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head,
And he got her a drink and he sent her to bed.
And when CindyLou Who went to bed with her cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then the last thing he took Was the log for their fire!
Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old .
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.
And the one speck of food That he left in the house,
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then He did the same thing To the other Whos’ houses
Leaving crumbs Much too small For the other Whos’ mouses!
It was quarter past dawn… All the Whos, still a-bed,
All the Whos, still asnooze When he packed up his sled,
Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!
The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Crumpit,
He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!
“PoohPooh to the Whos!” he was grinchishly humming.
“They’re finding out now that no Christmas is coming!”
“They’re just waking up! I know just what they’ll do!”
“Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
Then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry BooHoo!”
“That’s a noise,” grinned the Grinch, “That I simply MUST hear!”
So he paused. And the Grinch put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow.
But the sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn’t be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Whoville! The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN’T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so?”
“It came with out ribbons! It came without tags!”
“It came without packages, boxes or bags!”
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.”
“Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”
And what happened then? Well…in Whoville they say,
That the Grinch’s small heart Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn’t feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light,
And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
And he, HE HIMSELF! The Grinch carved the roast beast!

Kitten Drew is an amazing man and I am familiar with his work. I am very fascinated
by his works. This artist is multi-level talent. ♥ I want you to know I enjoyed your
cat story. We are all animal lovers on this thread. 🙂

@kittengirl a small gallery for you and your favorite Horse Whisper. ♥