Hats so many styles and just as many colors.

•April 14, 2009 • Leave a Comment
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Rubber Ducky

•April 6, 2009 • 2 Comments

rubber-duckyHard yellow rubber duck. Lots of bath tub fun. $.99 each or 12 for $10.00, plus small shipping fee. This is one of our best sellers. Use for decoration on cake, swimming parties, baby showers, the choice is only limited to your imagination.

What I Want My Life to Mean

•March 25, 2009 • Leave a Comment

What I Want My Life to Mean I want my life to mean greatness in a way. I mean I want to learn from any mistakes I’ll make I know I’ll eventually make. I also want to make a very good mom, would be just like my mom she’s the best mom anybody could ask for. I defiantly don’t want to be perfect. I defiantly want to prosper. I want to be in the navy for a few years after going to ASU. After being a navy seal for about five years I want to get married to a successful man that loves children. I want to have 3 children two girls and one boy. If I do have two girls I want to name one Hailey and one Emma. And I want to name my son if I have one Christian. I want my life to mean greatness.

The Young Man And The Weaver Girl (indian version)

•March 23, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Long ago, a young man named Buffalo waited beside the silver spring in the Cherokee Terrence. The spring was known for its unusual color as it flowed out of the ground. During the day his horse would help him train for becoming the tribal war leader.
 
In the last moments of light the young man would rest with his horse by the spring and let his horse drink the water. While resting beside the spring he played his flute, also thinking of his accomplishments of the day. The notes he played were like nothing else ever heard it was the most graceful and peaceful sound know in his parts. Then the young man and his horse would go home to his tiny tee-pee made of calf skins. He would sleep in his bed after tying up the horse in his much bigger than his home stable.
 
One evening right before heading home his flutes sounds were heard by the chief’s daughter Lucinda, who was alone weaving the colors of the sunset into a quilt. She was so interested in finding the source she rose to her feet and began to trace the sounds source. She quickly noticed a man sitting by the spring and walked over to him with great wonder.
 
“Who are you?” the man asked as he stood up sternly to see the beautiful woman who’d just started gazing at him in wonder.
“I am a weaver, also the chief’s daughter,” she replied with a beautiful smile quickly rising on her face. The young man was quite handsome and had a great smile the girl said to herself in her head.
 
That night the young man did not return to his hut, however he sat with her at the side of the spring and spoke to the weaver and sang with her for the rest of the night.
 
Lucinda decided to stay with Buffalo and leave behind her family and weaving to help him train. For many years they lived together by the spring. Lucinda worried about the family she left and the work she put behind her, she would ask her husband to play the flute for her and her conscience would be stilled. They had two children in that time who were their hearts delight.
 
In all of the rest of the days the skies would be gray and dull like the sky before a winter storm; however the sky was bright as the beautiful yellow lilies Buffalo brought to Lucinda. This was because of course the tribe’s weaver had abandoned her duties. But the tribe’s council had had enough of the colorless clothes.
 
Finally it was decided the tribe council would tell their leader, Chief Baboon, of his daughter’s absence. As soon has he knew his eyes flashed red with fury as he demanded that the whole tribe find her immediately, nobody thought to look for her in an unknown character’s  miniscule teepee next to the spring.
 
Eventually Chief Baboon figured he could find her faster so he joined in on the search, for the weaving had been to long neglected. One afternoon, while the young man was out in the fields training Chief Baboon found Lucinda and dragged her back home where she wept and wept. When Buffalo returned to let his horse drink from the spring it was completely dry and demolished for Chief Baboon had token all the beautiful water with him.
 
Grief stricken, the young man and his children could nothing but mourn for days. They did not care for their fields or the horse. How could they get her away from the chief for he had tons of guards making sure she didn’t escape, and of course protecting him. 
 
The old horse, with little water to drink, quickly wasted away until one day he said to the young man, “I am dying. When I am dead, make my skin into a cloak and say it is an offering for the chief .” The young man ashamed of himself did as the horse said so he could get his dear Lucinda away from the chief. He made the skins into a cloak and put his kids in a basket underneath.
 
When he reached the chief’s home he asked the guards to present the cloak to the chief himself and they allowed. There she was sitting in her own area of the teepee weeping and weaving the man’s clothes that walked in shortly below Buffalo.
 
He killed the chief with a knife he had hidden in the basket and took Lucinda and said, “I am Chief Buffalo this is my wife and I relieve her duties of weaving clothes!”