tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128191702024-03-12T18:43:19.126-05:00A Space to Place My HeartKaren A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.comBlogger181125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-13782504687823795232015-08-14T23:46:00.001-05:002015-08-14T23:53:59.877-05:00SickI get so sick of people who constantly lie. They can now say it to you without flinching at all. And then they can now look at you without even batting a eye. Shouldn't surprise me at all. <br />
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Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-55831269839169901482015-01-01T23:28:00.001-05:002015-01-01T23:28:17.476-05:00WonderEver Wonder what would happen if all of a sudden you were gone? Wonder if anyone would miss you? Just wonder. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=15/01/01/1037.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/15/01/01/s_1037.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='280' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Lowgap,%20NC%4036.542377%2C-80.782269&z=10'>Lowgap, NC</a></p>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-45385690542691264502014-12-28T20:04:00.001-05:002014-12-28T20:04:18.018-05:00What's Wrong?It's hard when people ask "Whats Wrong?".. and you don't have an answer because the truth is you don't know. And so, I don't. How could I know? I fight for your attention every single moment but I get zero. What am I to do?<br />You think you know everything about me. Like when I'm hurt. But you don't because half the time I am hurt and you don't even seem to care. Sometimes I feel like there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably feel the heat. I hurt ....<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=14/12/28/494.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/14/12/28/s_494.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='240' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-68677256887088172212014-10-27T15:31:00.000-05:002014-10-27T15:31:13.723-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #1f497d;">Deborah, I Love You!</span><span style="color: #1f497d; mso-themecolor: text2;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #1f497d;">You see, I had no sister when I was little</span><span style="color: #1f497d; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt; mso-themecolor: text2;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: #1f497d;"><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We had
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<span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: #1f497d;"><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">To share life's smiles and tears.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: #1f497d;"><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I never could have imagined,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: #1f497d;"><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What a sister's love was about,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: #1f497d;"><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Until I met you,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: #1f497d;"><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A sister's love is unconditional,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: #1f497d;"><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's a love has no end,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: #1f497d;"><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A sister's love wants the best for each other,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: #1f497d;"><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's a love that will always defend.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: #1f497d;"><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sometimes we may get mad,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #9fc5e8; color: #1f497d;"><b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We both think we're always right!<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-size: large;">How can you describe Chuck Johnson? Friend is how I describe this man. He was there for anyone. I had not seen him in years and he was the same as he was in high school with the exception of he had God on his face. He was a true description of the word, "Christian". I am deeply saddened by his death from cancer that he had gotten while serving our country during the Gulf War. He didn't give up the fight and he held on for as long as he could ...all the while being a soldier for God. I will miss him but I know I will see him on the other side, in Heaven. God Bless you Chuck, whom I call </span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lots of things have happened since my last blog, my mother Mary passed away on April 10, 2012 and my daddy Haskell passed away on January 21, 2013. Such a sad time for our family. Two of the greatest people in my life, and in the lives of my children and grandchildren. They both gave and gave so much of themselves ....I'm ashamed that I didn't do or give more to them. Life will never be the same for me. I grieve them almost every day. I miss and wish I could talk to them or ask them things that I don't know the answer to. People say "Life goes on" ....HOW?</span></div>
<br />Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-6560855346981251142013-04-16T16:28:00.000-05:002013-04-16T16:28:52.959-05:00A Part of My Heart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7N73QjFIV19Mqn8xNf7J1NvsSl-oZ6VNB7WWtZr_EN-3taiYnaeZ31yGHRdJTUVWv_6D-QAfJgiw82KwiSENnY3MEOZfAA30YWhpWW7-h0UKismJcdBePFVjnSCfJFAY-uicujg/s1600/DH000149.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7N73QjFIV19Mqn8xNf7J1NvsSl-oZ6VNB7WWtZr_EN-3taiYnaeZ31yGHRdJTUVWv_6D-QAfJgiw82KwiSENnY3MEOZfAA30YWhpWW7-h0UKismJcdBePFVjnSCfJFAY-uicujg/s320/DH000149.jpg" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I will always miss you ....love you ....even from afar. You'll always be a part of my heart!!!</span></div>
Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-62816265538620125072012-02-02T03:35:00.002-05:002012-02-02T03:45:37.289-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05CAHiEADrnON_t1IqRcpXLeX8XmG-zcsIxlyAcN6j1DtZVAwq3DPhZm6oJfIRrc3P2DhusdaLM8wdqSajY2h_yVF8jkrZYYIQw4wCAmxFON_8LWkJqYBjbnQfAPa-mlu6gbGmQ/s1600/June_14+468.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704454805575094466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05CAHiEADrnON_t1IqRcpXLeX8XmG-zcsIxlyAcN6j1DtZVAwq3DPhZm6oJfIRrc3P2DhusdaLM8wdqSajY2h_yVF8jkrZYYIQw4wCAmxFON_8LWkJqYBjbnQfAPa-mlu6gbGmQ/s320/June_14+468.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>Lots of changes since my last blogging....I thought I'd never see my sweet Isaac again. But God has blessed me so much....Isaac is back and I have a new Grand-daughter who is 4 months old. I am back in Mount Airy ..."Mayberry"! I am presently looking for a permanent place to lay my head. My husband is finished with school and is working ....life is full. I have regrets ...some to say the least but hey, who doesn't? I ramble quite a bit ...have lots to say but can't say it sometimes. But I'll be back ....PROMISE!!</strong></span>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-66591208235595964842011-06-17T15:31:00.004-05:002011-06-17T15:39:05.589-05:00My Precious Grandson, Isaac<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhak-ysTFO2jt4MTzbai93iChI5MiSwEnzBstCJ-FcrUswVW1RynKu9q-WopJ-lqhspscS5pr2oJhMvvrj2uaxKA98hGyXyzlVRsWdvvUwMEjCeZfwtcXLRXQ4kdOzrVxsmKyeluw/s1600/AlwaysSadToSayByeKACIJT.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhak-ysTFO2jt4MTzbai93iChI5MiSwEnzBstCJ-FcrUswVW1RynKu9q-WopJ-lqhspscS5pr2oJhMvvrj2uaxKA98hGyXyzlVRsWdvvUwMEjCeZfwtcXLRXQ4kdOzrVxsmKyeluw/s320/AlwaysSadToSayByeKACIJT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619289543282954098" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" >I can't even begin to describe how I felt at that moment. It is almost "wordless". I really felt this would be good-bye for forever. My heart was aching and my eyes were flooded and he knew it. He was so sweet with all the hugs and kisses I could handle. He kissed me and his Papa about 50 times. He knew this might be the last time he'd see us. I love this child more than words can pen. I love his smile, his eyes, his lips, his hugs, his sweet voice, his heart and all the love he gives me. I can't get enough of him. I pray that God will help us watch over him and guide him in any things he does through out his life. God hold him in your arms, as mine aren't strong enough. </span>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-77948236601288660412010-08-05T02:25:00.013-05:002010-08-05T02:25:00.700-05:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-r9wvJLFc0yUj_gbeHOz-aSO_t-hHb3T8fOZtiv6OAOtS4TE2DHdecTQZYITc6u6NSLjung3rMyVXHP3pMYzwZH3Z2RJsC7oB8nZlJmnvb02weP9IyI7JjPfedzEfLTjMqXnIA/s1600/100_3551.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-r9wvJLFc0yUj_gbeHOz-aSO_t-hHb3T8fOZtiv6OAOtS4TE2DHdecTQZYITc6u6NSLjung3rMyVXHP3pMYzwZH3Z2RJsC7oB8nZlJmnvb02weP9IyI7JjPfedzEfLTjMqXnIA/s320/100_3551.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-47174374577720997742010-08-05T02:25:00.011-05:002010-08-05T02:26:03.024-05:00My Daughter & Grandson Memorial Day Weekend<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3UNSEpCKDSPgBFyaQgUSp3VVYcUP2drHSDM-tS_XwzEKDOGNC12y3120zsMbyO87xDZQpUK1a7nNEPH_zBbLYbETiYT_8wAjQbhASrWBDY-07-MQiWri6SrkL3wUm4dObcpfdcA/s1600/100_3553.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3UNSEpCKDSPgBFyaQgUSp3VVYcUP2drHSDM-tS_XwzEKDOGNC12y3120zsMbyO87xDZQpUK1a7nNEPH_zBbLYbETiYT_8wAjQbhASrWBDY-07-MQiWri6SrkL3wUm4dObcpfdcA/s320/100_3553.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000099;">What a weekend!!!<br />I got to see these lovely two faces....thank you Lord. I have missed them both so bad.<br />It was wonderful to see them and touch them....hug them....love them. He is a real ham.<br />He would say "Cheese"....and smile. WOW!!!</span></div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-15619746436661731502010-08-05T02:25:00.009-05:002010-08-05T01:34:11.392-05:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVD8Mm63GMgzOI3fHIpuLsikKwpm68MqFqMUQ9_e6j-MDfDdC0-M6-QQ12iBsKNTGod7BRTrE78oX_VtdWf7WC8HfwiEmtbHOBY7ZQtU7CP548lUhWVpHVdeCwK8vSakIY5aEVw/s1600/100_3552.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVD8Mm63GMgzOI3fHIpuLsikKwpm68MqFqMUQ9_e6j-MDfDdC0-M6-QQ12iBsKNTGod7BRTrE78oX_VtdWf7WC8HfwiEmtbHOBY7ZQtU7CP548lUhWVpHVdeCwK8vSakIY5aEVw/s320/100_3552.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-59719809296556602392010-08-05T02:25:00.006-05:002010-08-05T02:26:02.755-05:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYS8fbnTvVatLulXN4umblWsl7SRUgacH13I6qa8quAZin4shBc-W8yZaewdsaeTLy9uyQbyZ8-70TS_mwipgHiUHhqonO4eg2833uhlfSlSaS-uRk6uRtJTZK6BnhF6Hef7k_Mg/s1600/100_3550.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYS8fbnTvVatLulXN4umblWsl7SRUgacH13I6qa8quAZin4shBc-W8yZaewdsaeTLy9uyQbyZ8-70TS_mwipgHiUHhqonO4eg2833uhlfSlSaS-uRk6uRtJTZK6BnhF6Hef7k_Mg/s320/100_3550.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-32916614887417405432010-08-05T02:25:00.005-05:002010-08-05T02:27:32.841-05:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_MEMljYwfoGnrdUuf3cAFeNh1BUFamEoU6PaitHOLZYfQTqkvGr5RwWctncMVZUSCjLjzL7nwfjgqRNKe2DasXrTLAU6YGZIUIdngZKe9W64WFcLwYtQr_5XmhvFzrpvv6ue7nw/s1600/100_3547.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_MEMljYwfoGnrdUuf3cAFeNh1BUFamEoU6PaitHOLZYfQTqkvGr5RwWctncMVZUSCjLjzL7nwfjgqRNKe2DasXrTLAU6YGZIUIdngZKe9W64WFcLwYtQr_5XmhvFzrpvv6ue7nw/s320/100_3547.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-71815716410266901892010-08-05T02:25:00.004-05:002010-08-05T02:26:01.920-05:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-0L3yhXD8zwJwfi3Nhrb2fz-2GgP841MmNp7TW2osiH38nO3IxlYMi_0utsAE6JFVUr7JwvKfMCjMEhpnb21UoaA-w54Rz6WB_fQk2V1Gg6JqOBwaVWi_wP-fY8yGDw2LrG9bOA/s1600/100_3540.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-0L3yhXD8zwJwfi3Nhrb2fz-2GgP841MmNp7TW2osiH38nO3IxlYMi_0utsAE6JFVUr7JwvKfMCjMEhpnb21UoaA-w54Rz6WB_fQk2V1Gg6JqOBwaVWi_wP-fY8yGDw2LrG9bOA/s320/100_3540.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-54696538954388844272010-08-05T02:25:00.003-05:002010-08-05T02:26:01.755-05:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvv_GOTO-KtoijY6r1dU81peLUt5X9NGV0rPX3L3Rc6-lxvl0RW9YmqE-hetd5T-liwh2hZ4HtGEMcH2tNzWgLFFtEaoXOnqdL6rFaAbvm0XoXqvJE3J3BusCSAJzdXNtUbo37-A/s1600/100_3539.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvv_GOTO-KtoijY6r1dU81peLUt5X9NGV0rPX3L3Rc6-lxvl0RW9YmqE-hetd5T-liwh2hZ4HtGEMcH2tNzWgLFFtEaoXOnqdL6rFaAbvm0XoXqvJE3J3BusCSAJzdXNtUbo37-A/s320/100_3539.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-56787597507887533142010-08-05T02:25:00.002-05:002010-08-05T02:25:01.765-05:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8WAJRW64AZE4pU_rDHaj-dnUPo1fsEBD6zhThzHegZZ94EuDgeP4BOCaCVtFyjAqx1rCzTgXpSdPAD_cCgiO4eHr5w-wcS6WXV8NzR2XVbcoS2z3rgWzPkjT-ILzoHtgIh2Z3OQ/s1600/100_3538.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8WAJRW64AZE4pU_rDHaj-dnUPo1fsEBD6zhThzHegZZ94EuDgeP4BOCaCVtFyjAqx1rCzTgXpSdPAD_cCgiO4eHr5w-wcS6WXV8NzR2XVbcoS2z3rgWzPkjT-ILzoHtgIh2Z3OQ/s320/100_3538.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-22416037511209653132010-08-05T02:25:00.001-05:002010-08-05T02:25:00.941-05:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3p0DR4En9VFQ_1CUaO61szmzWo-y4IyVjeA4405c-pxPuCQ0ILRwfaVbsGUOycemtZ4gQQY3wJ8JnS5dNSbJKqh5lsv59qZnLXFn5DfMnh_yyPryJsPkTTCz8RZP1qYE4lt0jQ/s1600/100_3537.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3p0DR4En9VFQ_1CUaO61szmzWo-y4IyVjeA4405c-pxPuCQ0ILRwfaVbsGUOycemtZ4gQQY3wJ8JnS5dNSbJKqh5lsv59qZnLXFn5DfMnh_yyPryJsPkTTCz8RZP1qYE4lt0jQ/s320/100_3537.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-6619244678200979602010-08-05T02:25:00.000-05:002010-08-05T02:25:01.484-05:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPa3LX5JJhi3ZhwKR9qcY9kDLsLPuOlkmjwNVzk1P0hhMrUPSgI1g_NTpbO8G1kR_KlEeZeI8Z05PycSOT8-h6-DVSsTUOLci-PZ296kLvt9lf6sMPUtr7n6a0KnLNJJP45q3p2A/s1600/100_3536.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPa3LX5JJhi3ZhwKR9qcY9kDLsLPuOlkmjwNVzk1P0hhMrUPSgI1g_NTpbO8G1kR_KlEeZeI8Z05PycSOT8-h6-DVSsTUOLci-PZ296kLvt9lf6sMPUtr7n6a0KnLNJJP45q3p2A/s320/100_3536.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-56726913011141696192010-08-05T02:20:00.001-05:002010-08-05T01:29:45.192-05:00My Love for you Isaac<div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN3x-ospTyKn20yZkDGPDbh4_xOx47HQ8aKFe8fvvWOlBKpOrxaKpbQOJdwrJ4XnWVBO92oDhBQRIn6oAOjalHDHvUXYviyGI2ARswMcgqpexWAj7vLZVtsGuu_Rz_-mG6416PRQ/s1600/100_3535.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN3x-ospTyKn20yZkDGPDbh4_xOx47HQ8aKFe8fvvWOlBKpOrxaKpbQOJdwrJ4XnWVBO92oDhBQRIn6oAOjalHDHvUXYviyGI2ARswMcgqpexWAj7vLZVtsGuu_Rz_-mG6416PRQ/s320/100_3535.JPG" /></a></div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER">Isaac....my darling grandson. You show the grace that each of us need to know. You, as a child, with your forgiving and loving heart, bring me such joy. I can't describe how much love I feel for you. Your sweet smile gives me such pleasure, whether it's just a chance meeting that I see you; or if I'm allowed to visit with you. Your love will carry me for the rest of my days. Isaac, for I know that your heart is in sync with mine.....just look at the Moon and you will know that I am thinking of you today, and always. Mucho Love Isaac James Torres.....Mucho Love. <3</div>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-34379594974294305502010-07-25T18:58:00.001-05:002010-07-25T18:58:28.718-05:00Sweet Times ....Very Sweet Times. I Miss!!<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/2264.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/s_2264.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-89462545965609400632010-07-25T18:48:00.000-05:002010-07-25T18:50:45.541-05:00HOMEHOME....no place like it. If you've never experienced this place, you need to. Home can be anywhere you want it to be. As long as you're happy... it can even be in Chapel Hill, NC. But your heart has to be right and I know mine is. I'm so happy with my walk with God...No I'm not perfect but my love for Christ is. He helps me in my everyday walk with him. He even carries me sometimes. WOW huh? You know, he's held my hand so many times when indeed I needed it and gave me guidance thru his word. I'm so undeserving of Him. I thank you Lord for saving me. <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Mt%20Airy,%20NC%4036.506884%2C-80.556129&z=10'>Mt Airy, NC</a></p>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-4213869849062485772010-05-12T21:57:00.008-05:002010-05-12T22:19:00.160-05:00Nobody Understands.....Nobody<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Nobody Understands...Nobody. I don't expect them to either. I could sleep for days....and days. I am sick. I know this is why. I hate this feeling, but there is no getting over it. It's literally killing me. I'm sad. I'm so, so sad. I can't get out of this state either. I don't think I want to either....as long as this continues. If death is bad, I don't think I'll survive it either. I can't talk to anyone much because they just don't know what I feel. I don't expect them to. I don't want anyone </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">analyzing</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> me on this. If you've been there, then you know. Don't try to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">analyze</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> this. You can't. I have one true friend who is there for me.....who don't ask me why I feel this way....who just listens to me rant and cry. That friend loves me. But who wants to listen to this all the time? This is why I don't tell this friend when I feel this way....I don't want them to hear it all the time!!! Who Would? I don't think my own family knows either. I don't bombard them with the details of my feelings. If I do, some are quick to judge me....not love me....and they don't listen. I don't need a judge....I don't need my family to tell me how to feel....I need them to understand and love me. How about a little love instead of knowing what to tell me to do? You don't know....you can't ....you're not there!!!! I am!!!! It's hard to be in the middle....try it a while....be in the middle and see how you feel. You might not be so quick to judge my feelings!!! I could rant on and on.....Just love me.....don't try to start something with me. I cry.......who cares?!?</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48bY5Q2mOCisi1OLZ6rcg_1ZiilAc4ILACmuCs8fyjJJszy3x1yTJnek150b_f-iSuvVQcBOKQLFqjo-Im5wXP8f8lNtld7ujvjKVbg44ZUC77PWiT517px5Wto-sCzsIOD1PoA/s1600/depression-drawing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48bY5Q2mOCisi1OLZ6rcg_1ZiilAc4ILACmuCs8fyjJJszy3x1yTJnek150b_f-iSuvVQcBOKQLFqjo-Im5wXP8f8lNtld7ujvjKVbg44ZUC77PWiT517px5Wto-sCzsIOD1PoA/s320/depression-drawing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470583565212019826" /></a>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-66989994778343676912010-04-26T21:22:00.002-05:002010-04-26T21:35:08.794-05:00Lindsay, Lindsay<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Daddy's Girl, Daddy's Girl,</b></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>I'm the center of Daddy's world.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw4Q6465V0kkVpXQnnLMG9COTUJKfJJm77ywvtrjnPW-sVRuipEoLfYFgZcYBUyDK-zJ7blqCtOCLEjyHsFo3reks-AR6vnha-m5K8-gxpwaeDeyMNN55bzr8Mk7Labi24rAD0oA/s1600/DSC00687.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw4Q6465V0kkVpXQnnLMG9COTUJKfJJm77ywvtrjnPW-sVRuipEoLfYFgZcYBUyDK-zJ7blqCtOCLEjyHsFo3reks-AR6vnha-m5K8-gxpwaeDeyMNN55bzr8Mk7Labi24rAD0oA/s320/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464637446203248018" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuxyRsfWDkWOb1HUhLBFp4NQ-5rSNnf93bV-NytVLgmfHkC24ehGqKzGCjBag291JPUvMqTbskWFlYPC_tVgcQCrODh12IV2U9L8z5z3qQSySWiKmQCL62Tq5jvR7zQ5Cmbcx-AQ/s1600/DSC00577.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuxyRsfWDkWOb1HUhLBFp4NQ-5rSNnf93bV-NytVLgmfHkC24ehGqKzGCjBag291JPUvMqTbskWFlYPC_tVgcQCrODh12IV2U9L8z5z3qQSySWiKmQCL62Tq5jvR7zQ5Cmbcx-AQ/s320/DSC00577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464637248971635506" /></a>Karen A. Castevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04698574204319039891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12819170.post-38191826993921511532010-04-10T21:07:00.000-05:002010-04-26T21:21:38.955-05:00Chess Anyone??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiXr9Uwmkn8e7h0HAOZl79GPn-yJRcRnpZTz_njEVTUXDWz-TJkQ0QFj69flVf4bbeh_1Xa__2M7UrmcVQIjkse4OQMu7mXx3QrUZiIw0aJ-i2dtFYYarIahPoH0Y6yqIKdwloIw/s1600/DSC00596.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiXr9Uwmkn8e7h0HAOZl79GPn-yJRcRnpZTz_njEVTUXDWz-TJkQ0QFj69flVf4bbeh_1Xa__2M7UrmcVQIjkse4OQMu7mXx3QrUZiIw0aJ-i2dtFYYarIahPoH0Y6yqIKdwloIw/s320/DSC00596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464636480591601330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA97XAlsgDINpjPT7_IqhvJMmduk4fd8IPgs_hwkczOWyfH9izYZijO784Aus4D_ZnVMjBJatcrh3kGdT4T7KkqvId8O6WS-gxGqm4kj86sphNNwTL_BzWX49dZZGfHk0HciUzLQ/s1600/DSC00593.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA97XAlsgDINpjPT7_IqhvJMmduk4fd8IPgs_hwkczOWyfH9izYZijO784Aus4D_ZnVMjBJatcrh3kGdT4T7KkqvId8O6WS-gxGqm4kj86sphNNwTL_BzWX49dZZGfHk0HciUzLQ/s320/DSC00593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464636370642001314" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">This was a fun day. We decided to go to the NC Botanical Gardens in Chapel Hill, NC. It's only about 1/4 of a mile down the road from where we currently live. But an interesting thing was the big Chess Game board with all the metal characters. We started to play a game....mostly for show, but none the less it was fun. Shane is big on games anyway....and he loves Chess. I am not a good player. I used to love it but over the years I've not had time to do that. Too many other things to do like take care of children and cook plus work. No time for play. It was a fun moment and a great memory. Thanks Shane.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpclMsObOqrRn7miXo9ccpVyMuZwPX9V9R5_5hXfM5ay5SP6tw-adpkjvshBwyK5Xz096Vpl1EHtwR44XGNCEvAXd1Zq-gCZhVnZFcQnFV0HUCNjQnjOHhPzUHLSmKlp0NYGQbiA/s1600/DSC00596.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></a><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcvJfhDNyvFnMKX15wtaGrDn353HaQgO6BOBv0B4RRE6-4inm5IyTfqEIyyng19dzfFx8Q9g_ONY6UJxLiQtN-GUIg97jSTVPioJLj8BNadJ0MOD7xlsdmJPJ_j22x2Q6obPGaIQ/s1600/DSC00592.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcvJfhDNyvFnMKX15wtaGrDn353HaQgO6BOBv0B4RRE6-4inm5IyTfqEIyyng19dzfFx8Q9g_ONY6UJxLiQtN-GUIg97jSTVPioJLj8BNadJ0MOD7xlsdmJPJ_j22x2Q6obPGaIQ/s320/DSC00592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464634065393106002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtPaFeJOpkXTwdwv3Rm7-ujL2RMWLxzSjAu0GXnBp7djpGsJCLyJk9JSkYOX-kkrJKzy6rNoRDA3c_KLuLePjzGjOom97JaK-1PVwG-qImwX_ETio-eln_AShiC4oj0gOU-6_CSA/s1600/DSC00591.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtPaFeJOpkXTwdwv3Rm7-ujL2RMWLxzSjAu0GXnBp7djpGsJCLyJk9JSkYOX-kkrJKzy6rNoRDA3c_KLuLePjzGjOom97JaK-1PVwG-qImwX_ETio-eln_AShiC4oj0gOU-6_CSA/s320/DSC00591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464633947115295266" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div>Karen A. 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