Prospecting is sure dang hard on the knees

Dear K:
Here are three sites that will give you an idea of what this new technique involves. Not sure what is available in your area. Sounds hopeful and less invasive then replacement, also repairs damage not just mask pain like steroid injections. 

Stay safe.
Happy Digging



http://www.docereclinics.com/services/asct-adult-stem-cell-therapy/

http://stem.md/orthopedic-condition/osteoarthritis/

http://stem.md/knee-conditions/

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Ends: December 17, 2014

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Romancing the 8 December 2014 BLOG TOUR

From IRON HEART: (a Medieval road-trip)

 

    His tawny brown hair was in wild disarray. He raked it back from his face with both hands, leaving the mane of a lion to surround his green tiger-eyes.

  “Do it and be done with it,” she sobbed, staring up at the ceiling.

  “Do it?” He gave a bark of laughter. “The women I make love to do not have snot running out there noses, nor do they shriek with terror. They often moan with pleasure, of course, but that is a different matter altogether.”

   She wiped one hand across her nose and mouth. What was wrong with him? Was this his first time marauding? Did he not know the rewards due the conquering hero? “You are not going to beat me and have your way with me?”

   “It would be poor repayment for your saving my life, even if you were compelled to do so out of greed.”

 “Then you are different from every other man,” she accused, still not believing him. She drew the covers up to her chin as if they would protect her should he change his mind.

 “I war only with men,” he said scornfully. “And I have yet to find it necessary to force myself upon a woman. They generally come to me quite willingly.” His crooked smile revealed even white teeth, and a touch of pride mingled with his last words. “But I do not favor being tied up,” he added, the ferocity returning to his features. “And I will not tolerate being questioned and ordered about. You have nothing to fear from me as long as you tell me the truth.”

 
  With a shuddering breath Leanora tried to quiet her pounding heart. The truth was the last thing he would wring from her.

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Adopt a turkey!

 

 

 

 

This year we sponsored, MARTHA.

Hope she had a great Thanksgiving.

 

 

 

Visit Farm Sanctuary for more info. and other animals who need help.

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A BIT OF THANKSGIVING HISTORY

....for the Thanksgiving Holiday 

 

 Sarah Josepha Hale was born on October 24th, 1788 in Newport, New Hampshire to Revolutionary War Captain Gordon Buell and Martha Whittlesay Buell.   

 

    An American writer, an influential editor of Godey's Lady's Book, and the author of the nursery rhyme "Mary Had a Little Lamb", she also campaigned for the creation of the American holiday known as Thanksgiving.

 

   Although she did not support women's suffrage and instead believed in the "secret, silent influence of women" to sway men voters, she was an early advocate of women's education, particularly higher education for women, and she helped in the founding of Vassar College.

    Hale is credited as the individual most responsible for making Thanksgiving a national holiday in the United States; it had previously been celebrated only in New England.

 

   Each state scheduled its own holiday, some as early as October and others as late as January; it was largely unknown in the American South. Her advocacy for the national holiday began in 1846 and lasted 17 years before it was successful.

 

 

 

 Never say die, she wrote letters to five Presidents of the United States -- Zachary Taylor, Millard Filmore, Franklin Pierce, James Buchanan, and Abraham Lincoln. Her initial letters failed to persuade, but the letter she wrote to Lincoln did convince him to support legislation establishing a national holiday of Thanksgiving in 1863.

 

 

    The new national holiday was considered a unifying day after the stress of the American Civil War. Prior to the addition of Thanksgiving, the only national holidays celebrated in the United States were Washington's Birthday and Independence Day.

     Her novel, published in the U.S. under the title Northwood: Life North and South, made her one of the first American women novelists and one of the first of either gender to write a book about slavery. 

 

 

   Hale wrote many novels and poems, publishing nearly fifty volumes of work by the end of her life. 

 

She retired

in 1877 at the age of 89. The same year, Thomas Edison spoke the opening lines of "Mary's Lamb": the first ever recorded on his newly invented phonograph.

 

 

Hale died at her home, 1413 Locust Street in Philadelphia, on April 30, 1879.

 

   So on Thanksgiving, please take a moment to remember Sarah.

 

 

    I hope you have friends and family at your side, and a prayer on you lips along with all your favorite food.

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

McCarty Fickel November Victorian Tea 2014

 The temperatures dropped, and the snow did fly.

 

 

Then a little angel named Christina Hildebrandt dropped by.

 

 

She picked up our spirits her harp music so sweet,

it gladden our hearts and quickened out feet.

 

 The food was prepared with loving care,

 sweet and delicious for those soon to be there.....

 

The silver was polished, the tree was aglow.

Before you knew it we were ready to go.

 

 

 

 

 The Red Hat Ladies arrived by the score.

We were so happy to see them as they came through the door.

Virginia told of the folks

 who once lived in the house.

And everyone listened, quiet as a mouse.

 

 

The servers were dressed beautifully, 

their smiles in place

as they helped one another bring joy to this place.

  ( Meda, Sandy, Virginia, Virginia, Janice, Virginia)

                   

       Our unsung heroes were Dick and John.

   They were busy in the kitchen

when the cameras were on.

 

 

 

On the way out the door, all seemed in good cheer.

We hope they had fun

and were glad they were here. 

 

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ROMANCING THE 8 TCRW STYLE

    Again, Cody burst out laughing, this time even harder.

   Glancing around the wagon, the reason became clear, and Britania gasped in alarm. One of her trunks had burst open, spewing lacy beribboned undergarments hither and yon. 

   These were not items worn by the type of lady she pretended to be. They were outrageous dainties, a jezebel's delight, couture de jour for a whore.

   “Oh, bloody ’ell.”

                                                    Set in Colorado, 1880

                                                     

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GREELEY READCON/BOOKS & BREWS 2014

                   What a wonderful evening. 

It started with a beautiful gift from my thoughtful sister Kathy....made me feel so special. 


Then instead of heading West, young man. We headed East to Greeley.

 It was still daylight when we reached Zoe's Cafe

We quickly got set up. 

             Then sat back and enjoyed the fun. 

                   This year we ran into a 
              whole new group of celebrities. 

Who doesn't love Superman?

    And Gandolf promised I could go
                   on the next adventure. 

There were wonderful cake truffles from "Batter-up Cakes, tea and beer.  

   with music by the Dixie Leadfoot band.

 Lots of nice folks attended, and sales were good,
and it ended as it began, with a gift! 

   Thank you Meagan at the High Plains Library district and all those who helped to make this a terrific evening. Love my tote.

Romancing the 8

Again, Cody burst out laughing, this time even harder.

   Glancing around the wagon, the reason became clear, and Britania gasped in alarm. One of her trunks had burst open, spewing lacy beribboned undergarments hither and yon. 

   These were not items worn by the type of lady she pretended to be. They were outrageous dainties, a jezebel's delight, couture de jour for a whore.

   “Oh, bloody ’ell.”

                                       Set in Colorado, 1880

                                                       

                                          Buy at Amazon
                                                       Read more at my website