tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170601030563209042024-02-07T15:56:50.650-08:00The Way You Inspire MePamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-20456067775112342812014-05-20T06:11:00.001-07:002014-05-20T06:11:19.098-07:00Pamela Robinson - Younique - Uplift. Empower. Motivate.<a href="https://www.youniqueproducts.com/winkatpamela/products/view/US-1017-00#.U3tUSBqJSiY.blogger">Pamela Robinson - Younique - Uplift. Empower. Motivate.</a>Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-84389610836440103752011-10-10T05:25:00.000-07:002011-10-10T05:25:05.925-07:00Children's Book PublishedHello Daddy,<br />
How are you? Im still hear you in my ear. I moving forward being as productive and happy<br />
as possible. Time for a congrats! The images and character that were created for "Change Roomy Room Room" has been used for another book. This book is "Josephine and the Gum Wrapper" Here's is the link to the <a href="http://madduxpress.com/?p=34319">Press Release</a> .Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-25613374765742271722011-07-20T04:42:00.000-07:002011-07-20T04:42:37.640-07:00Have Options or be Forced<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hello Daddy,<br />
This sounds like a conversation we would have on options. I think that having options gives you ways of selecting the things that you want or desire to have. It's many directions you can go with options. I like having the options to being able to select which project I would like to work on and I have to appreciate the challenges that comes with those options.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then I think about having no options, then that means being forced to take what given to you and that's it. No looking to theright or the left. No up or down just no choices. Life is grander than forced, we all have options. Yet when we select to live as if we are forced to be here, thats when it becomes difficult to view the options that we have.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Being aware of our options will make us stronger. When we the world of people learn how valuable we are as people together starting with family, it can stream into our communities. I also thought of a children's book on my run today that can probably assist in growing at an early age for entrepreneurs no different than you taught me. I dont want to see us being forced into poverty, abuse, neglect and sickness. I want change Daddy. "Teamwork makes the Dreamwork"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
I love you,<br />
Your Pamela Ann </span>Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-67007886768123542422011-06-19T17:49:00.000-07:002011-06-19T17:49:13.391-07:00Happy Father's DayNever ever forgetting your LOVE!!!!!<br />
Your JOY !!!!!!<br />
Your PASSION for family!!!!!!<br />
Your LESSONS shared!!!!!<br />
Your STORIES!!!!!!<br />
Your HEART!!!!!!!<br />
Your LAUGH !!!!!!<br />
Your LECTURES!!!!!<br />
Your VALUES!!!!!!<br />
and I can go on!!!!<br />
Just want let you know, im okay, i miss you and love you!<br />
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Number two,<br />
Your Pamela AnnPamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-21344058832774330722011-01-16T08:17:00.000-08:002011-01-16T08:17:42.341-08:00I Feel Good !Hello Daddy,<br />
I feel good and strong. Im a winner, a champ. I AM your daughter, not giving up but living up to be the best me I can be. All aches are now becoming what Im turning into my strengths. All the struggles is what I will turn into my fortune and all the failures are making me feel closer to the road of success. Finding out what its all about, what you have aways shared and gave is positively possible. Love one another is as simple as it gets, everything else doesnt matter. You gotta love yourself to love and once you got you done, you can share in that!<br />
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I miss you and I love you!<br />
Your Pamela AnnPamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-60931568873790440062010-12-07T11:13:00.000-08:002010-12-07T11:13:34.792-08:00TEAM BUILDINGHey Daddy. I'm good, busy team building sharing knowledge and receiving as well. Team building is developing and I'm able to see clearly those who true leaders. They stand out like fresh broke wood floating in the ocean. They are full of potential and hardly deal with negative energy and things that are shallow. I'm able to recognize a team to unite and stand strong, grow and make progress with. They have the passion of making seeing and doing what it takes to make a difference instead of just get by.<br />
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Thoughts you have shared with me long ago remains in my head about being productive. I share how your words made me able to see the difference in following the crowd rather than following the leader. Its easy to see now why the crowd was also so much bigger than the leader. Most people are not willing to do what it takes even with step by step instruction. So they back away until their neighbor or family do follow suit and succeed with the process, then follow. They later to realize that's when everyone decided to follow and found themselves in the crowd again.<br />
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I'm connecting with people of the same set. It feels so comfortable, yet it still isn't easy. I guess if it was everyone would be doing it. Building a team is like a muscle you have to constantly work at it. No one knows the hard work if they hard never had the muscle before. The muscle constantly wants to be feed properly, it don't have time for junk. The muscle burns to build, it needs a certain diet to fuel it and it attracts attention when its developed. The end result is rewarded with strength, confidence and a disciplined mind to accomplish a better lifestyle in health. It burns away the negative waste and restructures nourishes itself.<br />
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You have inspired me to do many things and want to inspires others to be the best them and DRoP everything else. I want to build what matters. What matters is good health, it matters that your kids are being feed mentally and wells as healthy minds and body. We want to teach our children's mind to want know how to build, instead of trying to save. Knowing how to build first will allow our children and their children a stress freedom life away from the crowds. In the crowds you have many stressed out, medically dependants, lost in negative energy, uninspired and just plan ol tired. Daddy, change gotta come and Im gon DRoP IT and wont STOP IT!<br />
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You worked many jobs providing for us. I sure appreciate that you made sure we spent together all the vacations, trips to the park, drive-in, pictures, family reunions, gathering and holidays. People want that. They'll do anything for it, how about if they knew that in working together as a team it wouldn't be as hard. What if they knew that an organized team can do more in one year than they can do by themselves. What if they knew that they can turn their cable bill and a manicure visits into a paycheck that will allow their families more promise. You think that it will make a difference if they knew that they can make a living from investing in things they need and encouraging others.<br />
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Time to look at life a little differently, because less stress works best. From a business point of view, when you have a store, location is everything. When you want a position, presentation is everything. What I do know is that even in this organized product business, timing is everything. I see the leaders and if I just gather them up and we become many drop, this team will become an ocean. First I must create a puddle, then we create many puddles ...step by step, team by team gotta DRoP IT!Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-78267274663927381982010-06-20T06:26:00.000-07:002010-06-20T06:26:49.574-07:00Happy Father's Day<strong>I remember you as my King.</strong> My King of everything. <br />
You are who I set as the type of man I would want my son, <br />
husband, partner or friend to be like. <br />
You are my King of every memory growing up with values, <br />
vacations, laughter, joy pain and lessons learned. <br />
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You are my King of hard work, personality and positive <br />
communication skills. Your ...strength and stubborness has <br />
been passed on and I love it.<br />
No one can ever walk the walk, talk or replace my King <br />
nor will I want them to I just wanted to let you know your <br />
my eveything. I appreciate you Daddy and I miss you, <br />
soooo much!<br />
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I Love Love you. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥<br />
Your, Pamela Ann<br />
Happy Father's DayPamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-62623984743470959892009-12-28T15:13:00.000-08:002009-12-28T15:25:06.859-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0fM87n17b8QX1EXJ2U7MFwtBKJQWRbUuHyjKRuZyM7WD0eP76BZa4SWgeLXD9t0FbD2q5BUCy_RpN3NYv6ilIjmVVDQTHLSz46V-Ky6ME-zeSVjP3cXMHl5DQ1-hCzZC485siwog4JOg/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420431956536275746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0fM87n17b8QX1EXJ2U7MFwtBKJQWRbUuHyjKRuZyM7WD0eP76BZa4SWgeLXD9t0FbD2q5BUCy_RpN3NYv6ilIjmVVDQTHLSz46V-Ky6ME-zeSVjP3cXMHl5DQ1-hCzZC485siwog4JOg/s320/Mom+%26+Dad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hello Daddy. Momma and so many of us miss you so much. Your birthday bring on so many good times and memories. I remember this one like yesterday. We were at TJ Peppercorn and the eats, desserts, drinks and surprises were second to you keeping us smiling and laughing. You loved your girls. All of us. Look at you and Momma. She loves her some Arthur.</div><br /><div>I ran the marathon again in honor of you. I carried your drumstick and were hand in hand. Whenever your name was mentioned or ask about I kiss the stick too. Im forever feeling your love and I miss you so deeply!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Love love you,</div><br /><div>Your Pamela Ann </div>Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-46041943536537165112009-06-08T05:06:00.000-07:002009-06-08T07:04:44.296-07:00Fear Showing Its Ugly Little Head Again<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Friday</em></strong></span><br />What happens when your fear runs your heart rate up your breathing becomes out of control, your panic censors are beyond danger and you just wanna give up? It's called swimming in the nasty --- lake! Okay I thought the ocean was bad, but no the lake. It was nasty!<br />I went for my first swim in the lake, since the swim location for the triathlon has been changed from the ocean to a lake location. So I don't know where it's going to be. (picture that, you know where you are going to run when you enter a race right?... anyway.)<br />So we get to this lake and it looks so nice, with smooth water and nice trees surrounding it. "Great." I thought, "I can do this." Now here comes the 'things to cautious of list: Small fish swimming around you, sea weeds and plant may touch you and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">slimmy</span> ground below you, but you'll get use to it (disgusting!)<br />The water was only my chest deep and waist deep in some areas. But the bottom of the water was so nasty, I did all I can to avoid touching it. From the start of landing my feet in the lake I was grossed out. I couldn't imagine putting my face into this nasty, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">slimmy</span> feeling ----! (This ---- will make you constantly cuss!) So, it took a long time before my eyes saw what it looked like under water, by this time everyone is so far ahead I couldn't see them anymore (I don't wear contacts and my glasses are on the dock.)<br />Thank God another kayak, she was able to tell me "Hey your going the wrong way" A new direction I went, right into some type of plant or seaweed. I felt tangled forever, I tried to swim hard, to swim fast, to just get the ---- out. My heart and stomach are moving and beating at an uncontrolled pace. I put my face under water after getting away from the yucky and start to think "calm down, relax. I gotta get outta here." it was too late, I had already panicked.<br />I couldn't see or hear any other swimmers but the kayak was still there. I didn't feel well at all "Can I throw up out here?" is what I thought. My breathing was very panicked so I turn over on my back and talk to Dad. I started to think, how to get out, my thoughts were "To swim like if I was in the pool, make a game of it." So I started counting my three strokes and breath, every time I got the 15<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> breath I would rest. After the second set I could hear voices "We are over here!" The kayak guide constantly redirected me. The current in the lakes seems to push me in another direction.<br />At one point when I was in the water one of the directors asked was I okay. "Yeah, I'm just scared, but I'm okay." Scared wasn't an excuse, I was not liking being in there. By the time I reached the dock everyone was well rested and ready to go again. My breathing was rapid I was not happy and I felt like I needed to throw up. I took off my goggles and swim cap and looked at the others mouths move, but I couldn't hear or wasn't really listening to what they were saying because I had my own thoughts that were dominating my heads like "I'm not going back in there, they crazy, relax, breath, stay in control."I watch them swim, they were graceful, controlled and fast. I didn't want go back there...EVER!<br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Sunday</span> </em></strong><br />Yes, we are back in the ocean. At this time I'm glad to see the ocean. They had big, bright orange buoy's that I can see from the shore without my glasses. The temperature of the water never bothered me. Not warming up in the water is what we haven't done during the whole training. I guess that just don't happen with this event, but that's okay. I went to get wet, to feel the water before starting. Rocks and pebbles were below my feet after about three feet. I felt sand... it was pleasant, it was tranquil.<br />I returned to the group and the workout was explained and we went. Still staying to the back of the pack so I wont get kicked, elbowed or in the way of the other swimmers. I made my way through the crashing waves, it was fun. Like being a kid again playing in the ocean. We went through a number of these waves before getting to the buoy. There I was, confident in the ocean water. Relaxed just making it to the next big, orange buoy. It no longer matter if anyone was there or not I knew where I was going. That defines security.. knowing where you are and knowing where you are going!<br />We finished our workout and the director wanted swim some more. Believe it or not I wanted to go also. I didn't want to hold up this small group being that I'm speed challenged. Most everyone had enough. I talked to the others that were slower, but not as slow as I into going one more round. A small group of us made our way back out one more time and I ended up doing it again and my last lap was faster than the first and second!<br /> My conclusion: Fear can trap you. Security is confidence.Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-10121050611363763902009-06-03T20:07:00.001-07:002009-06-21T20:54:32.849-07:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">I never posted the mural finished, so here it is!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">Something else to celebrate.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBtL8TBjVKxtA27qgMi5EsACt0vK_HSb-zLCnhWheZRtM4c0Yk_gPzUBoOWhcJFqgdEZC_rc8IFbMQJm28VEqLxmntRP0lbmPgWZifuLEaeGE0iiehP-T-GRZzE1ZKVrxO06T5cUA-lM8/s1600-h/mural+unveil.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349992473144371490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBtL8TBjVKxtA27qgMi5EsACt0vK_HSb-zLCnhWheZRtM4c0Yk_gPzUBoOWhcJFqgdEZC_rc8IFbMQJm28VEqLxmntRP0lbmPgWZifuLEaeGE0iiehP-T-GRZzE1ZKVrxO06T5cUA-lM8/s320/mural+unveil.jpg" border="0" /></a> They had a reception and explained the mural and its meaning. In the picture representing the sponsors, Regions Bank branch manager Christine LeClaire, Alicia Somers vice president of comsumer sales and Barbara Gubbin the Jacksonville public library director.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG0DLPd0YoviGjBW3ovOR6FTo6vgWFy5hh2TADbmWHQqmyXvPgEWGR-l5KHvZx13HpO7xi373gVPJbgzK5D9-ScVYrJP_CuEdxVEdUQEG0-9d526XrHwTEJ_5umSPdDsSMw24SfrXJhXQ/s1600-h/library+mural.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349992102568255042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG0DLPd0YoviGjBW3ovOR6FTo6vgWFy5hh2TADbmWHQqmyXvPgEWGR-l5KHvZx13HpO7xi373gVPJbgzK5D9-ScVYrJP_CuEdxVEdUQEG0-9d526XrHwTEJ_5umSPdDsSMw24SfrXJhXQ/s320/library+mural.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here Barbara and talk about the mural<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJ1ZaqFPE22-IB7PhuP8dNMui5wCT6zA58uHO0f-LxKeicHbrT3H3Hc0iiFPlDdJDi2X8Ws3xzmlk4NvvvkanCSxlWmcE2mZM0iCsh9s55ajPVrF7GNrxtVYXJ4aihwkZgNYjfqfCBGc/s1600-h/full+mural.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349991983882470802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJ1ZaqFPE22-IB7PhuP8dNMui5wCT6zA58uHO0f-LxKeicHbrT3H3Hc0iiFPlDdJDi2X8Ws3xzmlk4NvvvkanCSxlWmcE2mZM0iCsh9s55ajPVrF7GNrxtVYXJ4aihwkZgNYjfqfCBGc/s320/full+mural.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's almost a full shot, just about completed.<br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div></div><br /></div>Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-84102161318254730612009-04-24T08:53:00.000-07:002009-04-24T09:13:24.705-07:00I miss you but I still hear you, you are so loud, so powerful. I love you.<br />Update. Daddy here a newspaper article of the mural from January in<br /><a href="http://www.jacksonville.com/comunity/my_westside_sun/2009-02-07/story/mural_adds_colorful_touch_to_argyle_library">Times Union</a> (click and add Pamela Miller artist in search bar)<br />I have been pretty busy not as many commission as I want, but enough<br />to keep me busy. I have been a little exclusive showing my running art<br />and participating in running expo<br />which has been good. I completed a t shirt design for the<br /><a href="http://www.destinationraces.com/">Santa Barbara Half Marathon</a> which is being held May 9th this year.<br />I am working on triathlon commission which I am also training for.<br />So much has been going on. We keep going on! Love you,<br /><em> Your Pamela Ann</em>Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-81712015180746763362008-12-18T11:14:00.000-08:002008-12-18T12:24:03.112-08:00Marathon SpecialtyDaddy the marathon run is this weekend, are you ready??? I had to get a new MP3 player, the other one decided to trip up and just go <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kerput</span>. The radio part of it works sometimes, but the is it. I got another and was able to save some music from the radio onto it. Don't know if it equals to 4 hours and it don't have your voice on it either. You are up in my head always to stay anyway. Technology will never live up to the measures of you.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Im</span> ready to get off this marathon daily eating routine. At first is was like, "wow I get to eat all that, yes" but now, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Im</span> ready to eat modest. After the marathon I will take a week off and start the cross fit program to gain some muscle. I will continue to run in smaller increments and build back up to the end of the year with a 50k in the high desert with <a href="http://gtmfitness.blogspot.com/">Tanya and Marc </a>December 2009.<br /><br />Tomorrow I'll pick up my race number, GU, make sure I have a pack of gum too. I have to chew some after I take the GU to shake the after taste. I like the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Triberry</span> and the Orange something. They help keep me boosted up and get the protein to my muscles so I haven't had to deal with numbness. I checked the weather for Sunday, it is suppose to be 37 degrees with scattered storms and a high of 73 degrees. Well, I did want it to be cold, but not that dog-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">gon</span> cold. I set my target goal at 4:30. With it being that cold I might run a 4:10, he he he. Most important, I have your drumstick, that I will be carrying while we run, so enjoy the ride.<br /><br />I had to change my shoes to. I must have put more miles than I thought to count. But during my last run I was glad to check em to find that, yes indeed it was time. I went back to the running shoe store and they were out of my size and I had to go to the same brand and style. It is to close to the marathon to switch up shoes even though now they have a style new for 2009, $110. I was able to get the same <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Asis</span> GT2130's, same size, different store different price. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Hmmm</span>, the same shoes on sale for $76, regular price for $95 at the running store was found at the sports store same regular price on sale for $59. This is the wrong time to be a loyal customer. My feet are happy with the style that I have, but now that is discontinued I will have to change styles on my next purchase. But still it makes me say "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Hmmmm</span>, specialty stores?"Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-36790126807875085962008-11-07T04:09:00.000-08:002008-11-07T04:28:43.947-08:00Read Robert Kennedy's quote below photo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWa57qzNuUuqXq4ld0QzKF39KlhIfzDdQGA-JV4_Gf2zlz-cGp9fJ4kSTPukmr_cwslZ30c29SHdBuyvmsLavjKN7nPaFDHQGdpshxFI3etxWHlUvzD_NlcpYU96dSnvoJ-S0C890WZJU/s1600-h/Obama.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265887482198750034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWa57qzNuUuqXq4ld0QzKF39KlhIfzDdQGA-JV4_Gf2zlz-cGp9fJ4kSTPukmr_cwslZ30c29SHdBuyvmsLavjKN7nPaFDHQGdpshxFI3etxWHlUvzD_NlcpYU96dSnvoJ-S0C890WZJU/s320/Obama.bmp" border="0" /></a> <em><strong>Double click on image to view larger</strong></em><br /><div></div>Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-82267208921035698822008-11-05T07:53:00.000-08:002008-11-08T18:04:16.363-08:00Oh Happy Day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1W_7XcDfh2Ih5RzNiyM9ivaObx3yyUYiQYtcI8h_05ZFpUAt4MBfWWCZZq5qVUINNJNwE9zL0K2f7-dOImpDRCtvYx2ojVTy3qteWRSTnf77yPS1YhCu3kJf_oC2M_eGNOv3-SBBjMn8/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265203444375002450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1W_7XcDfh2Ih5RzNiyM9ivaObx3yyUYiQYtcI8h_05ZFpUAt4MBfWWCZZq5qVUINNJNwE9zL0K2f7-dOImpDRCtvYx2ojVTy3qteWRSTnf77yPS1YhCu3kJf_oC2M_eGNOv3-SBBjMn8/s320/Obama.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The first black president!</div><br /><div>Daddy, I probably couldnt imagine these words comimg</div><br /><div>from your mouth. Living throug the early 60's was hell</div><br /><div>of a world trying to create change and not to speak for</div><br /><div>our ancestors. The self esteem will change for our children</div><br /><div>and their children through this day, change is here. I wish</div><br /><div>were actually here to view this side by side with mom.</div><br /><div>Here's is our new President Barack Obama.</div><br /><div></div>Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-65100224933077927142008-10-13T15:43:00.000-07:002008-10-17T04:51:07.534-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Ww6TVyQWd5lMZy2FkWDlEhuw-NuV6COPlokNMKOWsM0oCCn1CXs_iTwCXhocHNidMQ-Z6MJyD_GN96tuoqTsU4Dx-VdEPagkHr1tz8XWs1iNPHRgd_HoKZukMWRgX8TdmOpRX8x39cg/s1600-h/HPIM2489.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258088341915133106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Ww6TVyQWd5lMZy2FkWDlEhuw-NuV6COPlokNMKOWsM0oCCn1CXs_iTwCXhocHNidMQ-Z6MJyD_GN96tuoqTsU4Dx-VdEPagkHr1tz8XWs1iNPHRgd_HoKZukMWRgX8TdmOpRX8x39cg/s320/HPIM2489.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p>Hello,<br />Here's the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">latest</span> wall mural. It was created for the <a href="http://fieldhousegym.com/">Cross Fit West Jacksonville </a>center. It stands 12 feet from the floor. I was able to paint as if you there, like back in the day. I remember the first window that we painted together at twelve years old, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">don't</span> feel to much like yesterday. I listen to you sing "Thank you for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">letting</span> me be myself again" and I can feel you meaning it. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">I'm</span> thankful for being able as well. Thank you for being such a great and powerful man. I love you. It was great <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3vsSPPCWNDJsXQ-s-V0puJrYIBBvxkdb1ZWd3o_Q8o9XqhPxLDNiJYOK7Di3yM8N6z6RGCwoelgEelL6hVisDKF1C15KqG5cQFd8jVFmJ9pTglxPm85Pq82wkEe3XYI4HRtoeJdwLFbI/s1600-h/Cross+Fit+West+Jax.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256773532783056210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3vsSPPCWNDJsXQ-s-V0puJrYIBBvxkdb1ZWd3o_Q8o9XqhPxLDNiJYOK7Di3yM8N6z6RGCwoelgEelL6hVisDKF1C15KqG5cQFd8jVFmJ9pTglxPm85Pq82wkEe3XYI4HRtoeJdwLFbI/s320/Cross+Fit+West+Jax.jpg" border="0" /></a>having you there.</p>Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-83563350888470334822008-09-13T17:47:00.000-07:002008-09-15T09:11:15.693-07:00When Tomorrow Starts Without Me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF9mPkqEQeyN6iQE43hIkTbOevdJHEdl6cyE3GqJy3n_19a6hR0VL6FFB_MjNcW2cmZKB3B2JQBg9RaOIRMAJRuFFmbc4CiQYNQ2Kcm92E2DrTzUUYvTxGK97HXjNiSITkqCTg9wBCv1g/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad+Wed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246280842914920658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF9mPkqEQeyN6iQE43hIkTbOevdJHEdl6cyE3GqJy3n_19a6hR0VL6FFB_MjNcW2cmZKB3B2JQBg9RaOIRMAJRuFFmbc4CiQYNQ2Kcm92E2DrTzUUYvTxGK97HXjNiSITkqCTg9wBCv1g/s320/Mom+%26+Dad+Wed.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><em>When</em></strong> tomorrow starts without me and I'm not here to see...</div><br /><div align="left">If the sun should rise and find your eyes filled with tears for me.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>I wish</strong></em> so much you wouldn't cry the way you would today,</div><br /><div align="left">While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>I know</strong></em> how much you love me, as much as I love you,</div><br /><div align="left">and each time you think of me, know I miss you too.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>But when</strong></em> tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,</div><br /><div align="left">that an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand,</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>and said</strong></em> my place was ready in heaven far above,</div><br /><div align="left">and that I'd have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">to leave</span> behind all those I dearly love.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>But as I</strong></em> turned to walk away a tear fell from my eye,</div><br /><div align="left">for all my life, I'd always thought I didn't want to die.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong></strong></em></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>I had</strong></em> so much to live for, so much yet to do,</div><br /><div align="left">It seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>I thought</strong></em> of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad</div><br /><div align="left">I thought of all the love we share, and all the fun we had.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>If I</strong></em> could relive yesterday, just for awhile,</div><br /><div align="left">I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>But then</strong></em> I fully realized, that this could never be,</div><br /><div align="left">For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>And when I</strong></em> thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow,</div><br /><div align="left">I thought of you and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>But when I</strong></em> walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home,</div><br /><div align="left">When God looked down an smiled at me from His great golden throne,</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>He said,</strong></em> "This is eternity, and all I've promised you.</div><br /><div align="left">Today your life on earth is past, but here it starts anew.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>I promise</strong></em> no tomorrow, but today will always last,</div><br /><div align="left">and since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>But you</strong></em> have been so faithful, so trusting and so true,</div><br /><div align="left">Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn't do.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>But you</strong></em> have been forgiven, and now at last you're free,</div><br /><div align="left">So won't you take my hand and share my life with me!"</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><strong>So when</strong></em> tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,</div><br /><div align="left">For every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div>Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-5904622449066539722008-09-02T06:35:00.000-07:002008-09-02T12:37:37.051-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil7HFY70nNVD3Pw_KsHzL06KjHSjXrH3dkm-ssrhs2nUuXxKDR08R3rDJYhBvlY8xPI_FATK4iCB9KaKrAOg8w9D01FFnjrt0vuDPh540R9Z5JPXf19JzdpDftpowfa5_7ep_HBpuxpDs/s1600-h/color+mural+lll.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241425089833148722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil7HFY70nNVD3Pw_KsHzL06KjHSjXrH3dkm-ssrhs2nUuXxKDR08R3rDJYhBvlY8xPI_FATK4iCB9KaKrAOg8w9D01FFnjrt0vuDPh540R9Z5JPXf19JzdpDftpowfa5_7ep_HBpuxpDs/s320/color+mural+lll.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUBYr1EaOd5wukz4dUmODFqnGRYNgLcmR4Pa80pgeTkuw9kC0CBSzWU-teWk4lYGftVmYKKOMU4oFhyeeUI4FRUXlHuHCbxrucDNEmRpRVVbkaICLQsJkBwPd_TxzMJsoLHVGPpiho1A/s1600-h/mural+final.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241430335565002786" style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="152" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUBYr1EaOd5wukz4dUmODFqnGRYNgLcmR4Pa80pgeTkuw9kC0CBSzWU-teWk4lYGftVmYKKOMU4oFhyeeUI4FRUXlHuHCbxrucDNEmRpRVVbkaICLQsJkBwPd_TxzMJsoLHVGPpiho1A/s320/mural+final.jpg" width="325" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><div><div><br /><div>Hey Daddy,</div><div>This is the month I start the Argyle Branch Library mural. This is final draft and I'm pretty excited about it. I had to make some changes to it. Like they didn't want the base of the feet to show. I had them bare and exposed. I had to add computers, because libraries offer more than just books to the public. Other than that, they really allowed me to be a free spirit on this one. The library's theme is "Start Here, Go Anywhere." So that helped me to developed the concept 'Book Park' and my imagine ran from there. Instead of a sidewalk I created a book-walk, bookmobiles for cars that the kids drive while they are reading, book-boards for skateboards, a book-bed instead of a bunk bed, air-book for flying imaginations. </div><div>They go into the park ready to read and come out broadened with more to read. Kids go to bed with reading on their minds, just like PJ. Two of her stuffed animals are included. Luv-luv has her back to us, she is the one with the long pink tail. My personal favorite part of all is the bird's metamorphosis into the the book. Where the little boy is flying is area that I enjoy viewing in the mornings when I'm out running from the house. I love this view and the raise of the sun and sky I anticipate creating extraordinary. </div><div>Regions Bank are the sponsors of this public art project. I am so thankful I can make a living using my talents. Thank you Daddy, for all the Christmas windows and business's we painted together from the age of 12, out in the cold and all the stories you shared. For teaching me how to handle my business before I really ever had a business. </div><div>I love you,</div><div>Your Pamela Ann</div></div></div></div></div>Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-15504632274234707882008-07-22T04:11:00.000-07:002008-07-22T04:35:41.901-07:00Good Morning DaddyThis December I will run with your drumstick during the marathon,<br />I'm looking forward to it. I had on my running gear since 4:30am<br />but I don't have a sitter and Partner is in DC.<br />Actually I'm exhausted from our travels<br />this month and I probably needed the day to rest.<br />We have two more trips before the school year starts mid August.<br />Its has been a great month, I was able to run in DC, VA, ATL and Orlando.<br />I will start training at the end of August.<br />In a couple of days we will see Momma<br />and spend some with her<br />(and I'll get to run some hills too!)<br />I love and miss you.<br /><br />Pamela AnnPamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-32353164825745021762008-06-25T17:44:00.000-07:002008-06-25T18:29:34.615-07:00Passion for the RunRun . . . . . . . . . . . Jog . . . . . . . . . . . Scoot . . . . . . . . . . .<br />thats me and my crew!!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmVvN4ieyJyYCE4BGnBX_4Xy92rE1cQbgZ48Fp4FK92nCv-U0i2fJ01dstmUQzyj1IQ9yAK0s-8kJXqRFCxc-ZfnIvfs8OiWjq67yCbuL4VDXkT40XEKF709w5vnSjolY4zAS-mrindY/s1600-h/Jo-Jo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215989431368547042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmVvN4ieyJyYCE4BGnBX_4Xy92rE1cQbgZ48Fp4FK92nCv-U0i2fJ01dstmUQzyj1IQ9yAK0s-8kJXqRFCxc-ZfnIvfs8OiWjq67yCbuL4VDXkT40XEKF709w5vnSjolY4zAS-mrindY/s200/Jo-Jo.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLIvIlnEmcokaor2Pk5IFgYL_PBJV3x41XO4IXC00Z58dT7WKyynerwnf6aQqRFvXS6hprqRkKREeBITJFjQeb6G-EZLdScIya0jgQTnHyK3X-DBDAHwy9TO95boIa6WhwS6WH7Iau7w/s1600-h/Pamma+run.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215988290964758610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="194" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLIvIlnEmcokaor2Pk5IFgYL_PBJV3x41XO4IXC00Z58dT7WKyynerwnf6aQqRFvXS6hprqRkKREeBITJFjQeb6G-EZLdScIya0jgQTnHyK3X-DBDAHwy9TO95boIa6WhwS6WH7Iau7w/s200/Pamma+run.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMwb00yk9Aovc_vBtf518k5zl_tTkUc5dJ8Tv0RpE7IuqXnq8jCrlYr90ZtzYAOpeBkoXd7NJrFD4_y1ohayut06AdT3YkDfKhTk4mRlmF3oj2k6hYlGrpIA1YB2ZtVhrQYSlkoq6vRRU/s1600-h/JC+run.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215989958408064258" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="151" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMwb00yk9Aovc_vBtf518k5zl_tTkUc5dJ8Tv0RpE7IuqXnq8jCrlYr90ZtzYAOpeBkoXd7NJrFD4_y1ohayut06AdT3YkDfKhTk4mRlmF3oj2k6hYlGrpIA1YB2ZtVhrQYSlkoq6vRRU/s200/JC+run.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a><br />Hey Daddy,<br />I'm working on this new image to hang in the bedroom. Its on hold, while in my head Im thinking of running and art, my passions are battling it out. I dont know what excuse I can use for the canvas other than running is winning. Well, I guess I need to complete my picture or it will just sit on the easel for a month. I think I need to stick to the running art and get out the bedroom. HA. oh, well.<br />July we are traveling the whole month and I wont be here to work on it. But as you know, got running shoes, will travel. What I do like about traveling, I get to run in a lot of differents states and elements. I havent entered any races out of town. But I do enjoy the hills. I'll start taking pictures when Im out of town and posting them. (I got that from Marc and Tanya), they are the ones I introduced to you that run 30-70 miles, yes again in one day.<br />Above, I posted my girls. I dont know if they would like that I added them, but since they are my girls, they shouldnt. We help and encourage one another, just like you do for me when out there alone. Our next event is not until August, however Im still running steady.<br />I love you<br />Your Pamela AnnPamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-5478568548175839882008-06-20T19:27:00.000-07:002008-06-25T04:22:19.538-07:00Marathon for you<em><span style="color:#990000;">Hey Daddy,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#990000;">You know what? Running a marathon is really nothing. They're people who run 50 plus miles, yes in one day. Guess you knew that, well I really never paid that much attention. I kept just hearing folks tell me that they wont do it with me or start training and bail out before we hit 10 miles. The challenge is all in your head, and once the mind is made up, the body just to have to go along for the ride and eventually appreciates the journey.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#990000;">I know I have set my goals and achieved what I thought I wanted on the </span></em><em><span style="color:#990000;">marathon circuit, but </span></em><em><span style="color:#990000;">you have always shown me not to settle. Its been over five years since my last marathon and I have relocated out of state, menopause, new friends and a new perspective later...</span></em><em><span style="color:#990000;"> I have decided to keep going, because I can. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#990000;">I will dedicate my next marathon </span></em><em><span style="color:#990000;">in memory of you, every mile and every step. Thank you forever being by my running stride. </span></em><em><span style="color:#990000;">I will run a half marathon October, a half in November and a full December 14<span style="font-size:78%;">th</span> of this year.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#990000;">I Love love and Appreciate you. Looking forward</span></em> <em><span style="color:#990000;">to sharing.</span></em><br /><br />Your,<br />Pamela AnnPamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-30389252002184553412008-06-12T07:39:00.000-07:002008-06-12T08:01:30.356-07:00Joi, Peace and Happiness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVbh9hb0WAbt5_aT6dcqqy_7oDTpPTr9i61o1hV8dFJu_eszmDA34rFYLhDzot22wor8z3FiUF7mDR1JRlgwAFIUKTaMOwSPnGFjyvAVeI4Pq2D-Q0TjmWGJWfA8LSDNKSB-qK2128s0M/s1600-h/The+Joyster.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211008709360932658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVbh9hb0WAbt5_aT6dcqqy_7oDTpPTr9i61o1hV8dFJu_eszmDA34rFYLhDzot22wor8z3FiUF7mDR1JRlgwAFIUKTaMOwSPnGFjyvAVeI4Pq2D-Q0TjmWGJWfA8LSDNKSB-qK2128s0M/s320/The+Joyster.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hello Daddy,</div><br /><div>We pray for peace and I know you have it.</div><br /><div>We pray for happiness and Im glad that you give it back.</div><br /><div>We pray for joy we have to give to receive it.</div><br /><div>Thank for giving your all and your sharing your love. </div><br /><div>We love love you.</div><br /><div></div>Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-20169309974382664872008-06-04T06:59:00.000-07:002008-06-04T07:03:59.774-07:00From your brother James<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Just remember as a kid, how much I wanted to be like him; very smart/intelligent; studious; driven; focused; charming; loveable; talented musician, producer and writer; and so funny…we use to tell some good stories; after taking leave in the Army; 1974; I stayed w/Art and Lela for a week or so…had the best time in my life; our family is such a resourceful culture and mixture of persons/personalities of which are untouched resources…we could unite as a family and connect to the network collectively that we all have…skies the limit….that’s the vision your dad had for us as a family; to keep in touch and “take care of each other”; that’s what your grandmother, Aunt Tutta, Aunt Zee did for us…we need to instill that in our children; we have “very” extended family needing some “bridge work”…overall, I think mother and Paper Tee would be proud of us, all…</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">-----Original Message-----<br />From: James Williams <</span><a href="mailto:jwill@insightbb.com"><span style="font-size:100%;">jwill@insightbb.com</span></a><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">><br />To: </span><a href="mailto:pammajoi@aol.com"><span style="font-size:100%;">pammajoi@aol.com</span></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">Sent: Fri, 5 Oct 2007 7:09 pm<br />Subject: RE: A Thought...</span></p></span></span><div id="AOLMsgPart_3_0819faa5-8797-40c5-831f-44c57b1a1f6f"><div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Hey girl…hope things are going well…gonna try and call Lela sometime this wkend; been thinking bout her lately…I sure miss Arthur Allen </span></span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;font-size:85%;color:navy;"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings">J</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;font-size:85%;color:navy;"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings"> </p><div id="AOLMsgPart_3_1e6917fc-126d-4734-8899-4866472dd9be"><div><table class="MsoNormalTable" style="WIDTH: 100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><tbody><tr><td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1.5pt; PADDING-LEFT: 1.5pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1.5pt; WIDTH: 100%; PADDING-TOP: 1.5pt" valign="top" width="100%"><div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:red;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">I want to live my next life backwards: You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old age home feeling better every day. Then you get kicked out for being too healthy. Enjoy your retirement and collect your pension. Then when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You work 40 years until you're too young to work. You get ready for High School: drink alcohol, party, and you're generally promiscuous. Then you go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, and you have no responsibilities. Then you become a baby, and then... You spend your last 9 months floating peacefully in luxury, in spa-like conditions - central heating, room service on tap, and then... You finish off as an orgasm. I rest my case</span></span></b></p></div></div><div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: red"></span></span> </p></div></div><div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:130%;color:red;"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Engravers MT'">Leave A Smile</span></span></p></div></div><div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:130%;color:red;"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: 'Engravers MT'"> JW</span></span><span style="font-family:Engravers MT;color:#ffcc00;"><span style="COLOR: #ffcc00; FONT-FAMILY: 'Engravers MT'"> <a title="blocked::http://www.incredimail.com/index.asp?lang=9&version=5252670&setup_id=7&aff_id=54424&tID=101223&addon=IncrediMail&id=95202&guid=BCA8F42D-7177-469C-BB3B-9CF2E4D7F8CD http://www.incredimail.com/index.asp?lang=9&version=5252670&setup_id=7&aff_id=5442" href="http://www.incredimail.com/index.asp?lang=9&version=5252670&setup_id=7&aff_id=54424&tID=101223&addon=IncrediMail&id=95202&guid=BCA8F42D-7177-469C-BB3B-9CF2E4D7F8CD" target="_blank"><span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"><img id="_x0000_i1026" title="blocked::http://www.incredimail.com/index.asp?lang=9&version=5252670&setup_id=7&aff_id=54424&tID=101223&addon=IncrediMail&id=95202&guid=BCA8F42D-7177-469C-BB3B-9CF2E4D7F8CD http://www.incredimail.com/index.asp?lang=9&version=5252670&setup_id=7&aff_id=54424&tID=101223&addon=IncrediMail&id=95202&guid=BCA8F42D-7177-469C-BB3B-9CF2E4D7F8CD" height="32" src="http://webmail.aol.com/37080/aol/en-us/Mail/get-attachment.aspx?uid=1.17241437&folder=NewMail&partId=4" width="41" border="0" name="INCREDIINSERTIMAGE" /></span></a></span></span></p></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></span></span></div></div></div>Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-48401632017849194142008-04-13T05:21:00.000-07:002008-04-13T05:35:19.254-07:00Personal Best LatelyHey Daddy O,<br />I went to a 5 mile running event yesterday. Did you see me?<br />I was free, comfortable and focused. I had a great run.<br />My pace was best that it ever been in a while, a long while. I end<br />up finishing five minutes fastest than I had anticipated.<br />Well, you know how I do. I gotta keep on truck'n.<br />I love you.<br /><br />Pamela AnnPamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-66671707317565099522008-02-04T14:15:00.000-08:002008-02-05T16:01:31.608-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYXXXeTiJy53ZfO3ltGZJJGqOq8vS2agPJeM_7kFXW7Dal19wJZWj35yPsSoj4Hy2dBrD-flk4xlU2QSgMvGFjKn3lM-IBy-yGGUf2QHJ7uUQZCSOGh2EQr9rB271SZj1MAmJbPC8pAY/s1600-h/Legendary+Messagers.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163252596948796914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYXXXeTiJy53ZfO3ltGZJJGqOq8vS2agPJeM_7kFXW7Dal19wJZWj35yPsSoj4Hy2dBrD-flk4xlU2QSgMvGFjKn3lM-IBy-yGGUf2QHJ7uUQZCSOGh2EQr9rB271SZj1MAmJbPC8pAY/s320/Legendary+Messagers.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Hello Daddy,</p><p>This is my latest oil on canvas 36" x 48". Four very distinquished civil rights leaders, I call them messagers. Ali, I can relate to his messages most of all, that's why I made him the focal point. They all have been very influencial, just like you. I will continue to pursue my dreams by any means necessary.</p><p>I Love You,</p><p><em>Pamela Ann</em></p><p></p>Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917060103056320904.post-51523929392035134732008-01-11T08:59:00.000-08:002008-01-16T14:37:52.934-08:00Momma Is getting Out<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSO6lZx3xQ-uZ4zKgG7xqpYkoebjYuA-SJaAzToUNYGPcEw5H-GoAdpEday9oDob8rZv52XpnCPV40AnGkPFnPGaLCqdybQwMeolbdGXhCuAN0dND16y-I3ERtDhe23dDl76Q2DGej0Uc/s1600-h/conferenceholidays+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154272733761614978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSO6lZx3xQ-uZ4zKgG7xqpYkoebjYuA-SJaAzToUNYGPcEw5H-GoAdpEday9oDob8rZv52XpnCPV40AnGkPFnPGaLCqdybQwMeolbdGXhCuAN0dND16y-I3ERtDhe23dDl76Q2DGej0Uc/s320/conferenceholidays+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYmWdX0G0Mz_If25UUfdzZbACSHoFHdypXw3oVei48XRuCSnw6HyaalA4HBeY6rAJUD2tqf2ZeSM7ltKSXB2U_IXtrZbbTPW_eW1_HYZWV5zV6UnHhatawDE6Hhp53UJuBBKXFzfGyUMY/s1600-h/conferenceholidays+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154272437408871538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYmWdX0G0Mz_If25UUfdzZbACSHoFHdypXw3oVei48XRuCSnw6HyaalA4HBeY6rAJUD2tqf2ZeSM7ltKSXB2U_IXtrZbbTPW_eW1_HYZWV5zV6UnHhatawDE6Hhp53UJuBBKXFzfGyUMY/s320/conferenceholidays+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2c_4XtnH_89iHXn1tQOqHJuefZatLjKLIGu3Pg3tcRGqjYB3HfNNAq633k0I91a9I1vaNgQeeNXEr7oMVsBOkkJEbho4c7_EwhFyrZEDNE4HpP9GUg1wVFVz3VqCPeI_70n9_5TVeeqo/s1600-h/conferenceholidays+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154269890493264994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2c_4XtnH_89iHXn1tQOqHJuefZatLjKLIGu3Pg3tcRGqjYB3HfNNAq633k0I91a9I1vaNgQeeNXEr7oMVsBOkkJEbho4c7_EwhFyrZEDNE4HpP9GUg1wVFVz3VqCPeI_70n9_5TVeeqo/s320/conferenceholidays+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Hey Daddy,</div><br /><br /><br /><div>It's been a while. I've been hanging with Mom as much as I can. She is not letting much grass grow under her feet. We drove up to the bay area and down to the San Diego convention center. She was thrilled to meet Chris Gardner, the guy featured in the movie "Pursuit of Happiness" </div><div>On our travels we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">reminisced</span>, laughed, cried, laughed some more, smiled in your enormous quiet energy. It is quite pleasant what you have given us. </div><div>She worked a couple of conferences with me. It worked out very well, she's a people person. </div><div>She's missing you so much as we all do. I am always feeling you. I appreciate you always being the beat that is so deep my heart.</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tristen</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Joi</span> enjoyed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Granmer</span> being in Florida during the Christmas holiday and it seems she was elated to be here as well. I love and miss you. </div><div></div><div>Pamela Ann</div></div></div>Pamela Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11500871825876039511noreply@blogger.com2