tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88082222011-12-14T20:08:23.326-07:00The Scrivener fellowship was founded in Feb. 2004 by Brian S. Hobbs(RIP Oct. 14 2004), Jennifer D. Hobbs & Dallas W. Humphrey. The group was formed as a way to share creative ideas efficiently. This blog is to allow that same idea among a larger group of people.ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.comBlogger741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1143351078759075192006-03-25T22:27:00.000-07:002006-06-15T11:24:15.113-07:00

Well I am alive and well so I shall ever post....and post again.A poem...I shall write of love, love for life and all that is within itA love for this life, my life, the story I write and how I spin itTo each his own, to each full grown adult whos seeds are sownThis is the truth I speak, Complete, unaltered and full blownThis is the legacy I shall leave, the words I concieve, and shareThe words

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1129567733333050852005-10-17T09:40:00.000-07:002005-10-17T09:48:53.376-07:00

To my Fallen BrotherI'm not great at words, but I wanted to write a few on this the anniversary of our dear brothers passing into Glory. I miss you just as much as when I first heard you were gone if not more. What can I say about a man who loved me and all of us so much. He was a great humanbeing and his abscence is so painful. He continues on in his beautiful children and in his family and

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1127595389064953712005-09-24T13:43:00.000-07:002005-09-24T13:56:29.070-07:00

hey there guy, thought id write you a linejust to get at you, make sure your doing finei myself am ok, just a little disturbed of lateto be expected i guess, things aren't always greatbut for the most part, life is fair, can't say good, seenot bad, but i guess as good as things should bemy ma just died, ya she did, seemed like overnightthere she was, so strong, and then her soul took flightbut

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1126052386696422082005-09-06T17:08:00.000-07:002005-09-06T17:19:46.703-07:00

I truly believe that every person we meet teaches us something. Sometimes we can be open to such knowledge while most of the time we are so involved with our own existence we do not see a thing. Brian's death was so profound to me it shook me to the core. I had a very thin line I walked, one of sheer destruction or one of total transformation. I chose to learn from his death and become a stronger

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Momma 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1122405218946241482005-07-26T11:54:00.000-07:002005-07-26T12:18:10.183-07:00

Well it seems odd....You never really understand things untill its too late. Or infact is it just when God intends you to understand them? I am refering to the whole birthday hype thing. For me a birthday of someone elses, especially someone I love, means that it is a reason, better yet an excuse for me to spend time, effort and money on that person. I know the money thing isnt always there for

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1122183735282681742005-07-23T22:35:00.000-07:002005-07-23T22:42:15.286-07:00

Brian would have been 32 this coming Tuesday and I can't help but feel so empty and sad. This will be the second Birthday in a row that we are not celebrating with him. Last year he was in Afghanistan and this year he is dead. The kids and I plan to go to his grave and write on balloons, love letters to him. His death is pounding in my mind and the reality of his absence is overwhelming to me.

SpartanWifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10352629326684055807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1121793939302011592005-07-19T10:25:00.000-07:002005-07-19T10:27:11.886-07:00

A loving mothers tribute to her fallen hero, her son...... Kyles' hawaiin name is KA'EOTO MY SON KA'EO,LOVE MOMHOW I LONG TO HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS, OH SO VERY TIGHT,TO KISS YOUR FACE AND SMILE AND SAY,"EVERYTHINGS ALRIGHT."TO HEAR YOU LAUGH AGAIN, AS YOU DID BEFOREI WOULD GIVE UP EVERYTHING TO HEAR YOUR VOICE ONCE MORE.I STILL CAN HEAR YOU SAY TO ME,"MOM,I LOVE YOU TOO,""I'M DOING FINE, ITS MY JOB,

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1121209422793853632005-07-12T15:54:00.000-07:002005-07-12T16:03:42.800-07:00

Sometimes I get down and low and feel like shitThis is one of those times, so I'll share itHow nice of me, to share such things with all of youHow nice I am to feel the love enough to put you throughthe same torment I am feeling, to drag you with meYou must know now I love you, Cant you see?Why dont you listen when I speak, am I not speaking?Why does it hurt when I remember, now I'm

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1121103433607912632005-07-11T10:37:00.000-07:002005-07-11T10:37:13.616-07:00

My Grandfather Skaggs. RIP, We will miss all of our loved ones who have gone to be with Jesus. 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1121103393169469722005-07-11T10:36:00.000-07:002005-07-11T10:49:13.790-07:00

Left to Right, I believe:Andee,Blake,Larry & Linda,Jakey, Hobbs & Jen, Bree and finally My ma.

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1121103312403144232005-07-11T10:35:00.000-07:002005-07-11T10:35:12.410-07:00

Thanksgiving at the Humphrey House. The whole family and some friends too. 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1121103256077050982005-07-11T10:34:00.000-07:002005-07-11T10:34:16.086-07:00

Lil Jakey and his daddy. Notice Hobbs fresh Tattoo, Celtic Weave. Awesome. 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1121103187498004062005-07-11T10:33:00.000-07:002005-07-11T10:33:07.520-07:00

Baby Bree blowing bubbles. The photographer is brilliant!!! Ok it was me. 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1120085891803718522005-06-29T15:55:00.000-07:002005-06-29T15:58:11.810-07:00

Did you know that in Somalia, Africa- It is illegal to carry old gum on the tip of you nose.Thats a Fact.C/O http://www.geocities.com/oddfacts1234/

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1120062940813533442005-06-29T09:35:00.000-07:002005-06-29T09:56:55.096-07:00

President Bush' Speech on Iraq President Bush: "The commander in charge of coalition operations in Iraq, who is also senior commander at this base, General John Vines, put it well the other day. He said, "We either deal with terrorism and this extremism abroad, or we deal with it when it comes to us.""The President made several valid points. One of which being the fact that they (terrosits)

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1119729487263176312005-06-25T12:51:00.000-07:002005-06-25T13:00:00.726-07:00

In 2 worlds my heart collides.On one hand my heart cries out to my dead husband, how could you leave me?Thoughts of him mix with pleasure and pain, make peace sweet one, make peace.My mind tries to grab hold of memories past, ever savoring the thoughts, then weeping at the loss, make peace sweet one, make peace.A life that was not mine to keep, make peace sweet one, make peace.His life, lived and

SpartanWifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10352629326684055807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1119455984849104242005-06-22T08:59:00.000-07:002005-06-22T09:03:41.606-07:00

Jennys new Tat in memory of Hobbs.

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1119379452457255122005-06-21T11:44:00.000-07:002005-06-21T11:44:12.460-07:00

Kyles picture with my rendering added. 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1119379421002327872005-06-21T11:43:00.000-07:002005-06-21T11:43:41.003-07:00

THis artists(Uncle D) rendering of Jakey and his daddy at the faces of the fallen memorial. 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1119379007905654952005-06-21T11:36:00.000-07:002005-06-21T11:36:49.313-07:00

Kyle Fernandez fallen heroes artists rendering 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118769168211146572005-06-14T10:12:00.000-07:002005-06-14T10:12:48.216-07:00

water is wet 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118769080860079462005-06-14T10:11:00.000-07:002005-06-14T10:11:20.866-07:00

Beer folk practicing the annual beer ritual! 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118768994311466442005-06-14T10:09:00.001-07:002005-06-14T10:09:54.316-07:00

frolicking bree bear 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118768958177347672005-06-14T10:09:00.000-07:002005-06-14T10:09:18.183-07:00

pondering Hobbs 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118765119557124982005-06-14T09:05:00.000-07:002005-06-14T09:05:19.570-07:00

The stone where defeated warriors were beheaded in Hawaii, Hobbs took me there and explained it to me. 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118765048967800642005-06-14T09:04:00.000-07:002005-06-14T09:04:08.973-07:00

Footprints in Hawaiin sand 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118764969895144002005-06-14T09:02:00.000-07:002005-06-14T09:02:49.936-07:00

Dallas pimpin in Hawaii with the Lauo girls 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118693460541046922005-06-13T12:52:00.000-07:002005-06-14T10:17:17.710-07:00

http://www.world-english.org/Melville.doccheck out this site for the full story.

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118414945654721152005-06-10T07:46:00.000-07:002005-06-10T07:49:25.976-07:00

I close my eyes and let the essence of my husband and what we were flow into my heart and mind. I still feel him even though I can't see him. I raise my head at the new day and let the sun shine in. Again I will taste life, again I will live.

SpartanWifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10352629326684055807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118341920927337872005-06-09T11:32:00.000-07:002005-06-09T14:02:50.356-07:00

Gods Great Earth I awoke this morning to discover a sense of awe and amazement growing within me. I stepped outside and felt the cool desert morning air hit my face. It seemed to refresh me and make a whole new man with every sweet breath I took. I looked around desperatley trying to find the source of this new found feeling. But alas, I could not, it was almost devine. The feeling grew within me

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118246058484590792005-06-08T08:54:00.000-07:002005-06-08T08:54:18.490-07:00

Well this is me, "ole man Dallas", and my new Tattoo honoring the memory of my fallen brother Hobbs. 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118245982413454552005-06-08T08:53:00.000-07:002005-06-08T08:53:02.436-07:00

Bree and Yakey on her 11th birthday I believe. 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118184827480105182005-06-07T15:53:00.000-07:002005-06-07T15:53:47.486-07:00

Pondering Jake 

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118184704506083662005-06-07T15:51:00.000-07:002005-06-10T08:59:39.506-07:00

Matt 15:13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.SSGT Brian S. Hobbs and Children Bree and Jakey

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118184297886931202005-06-07T15:44:00.000-07:002005-06-07T16:02:51.056-07:00

beach photo

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1118170628222644552005-06-07T11:44:00.000-07:002005-06-07T11:57:08.230-07:00

Pondering ponderers wandering soWhy do they wander? I'd like to knowWhy do they ponder and wander so much?Have they wandered away out of touch?Have they pondered their wander in sucha way to have wandered losing their clutch?Oh wandering ponderers I ponder theeWondering if a life of pondering's for meTo ponder for a season cannot be badTo wander with reason if reason they hadAlas the pondering

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1117850636514220152005-06-03T18:57:00.000-07:002005-06-03T19:03:56.520-07:00

She was reflecting upon the Memorial Day weekend at TAPS and she was missing her newly made friends. This is what I told her. It is just a count down to the MCM 8K. Just look up to the stars and just know that your new friends are looking at them also. We will see each other in due time

jill m. blakesleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641416238389820195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1117752736201443022005-06-02T15:51:00.000-07:002005-06-02T15:52:27.710-07:00

Winston Churchill:Never give in - never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1117737669048440242005-06-02T11:02:00.000-07:002005-06-02T11:41:09.056-07:00

Hello to all my fellow Scriveners. The TAPS seminar that we (Jen, Jake, Bree and Me) recently attended was phenominal. It truly was an awesome event. I think the key thing I took from it was that Grief is a natural thing, it will never be gone. Its how we deal with it that counts. And like Jen wrote in a recent posting, its like waves that come upon us at varying strengths. The ones that knock us

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1117557928256830892005-05-31T09:34:00.000-07:002005-05-31T13:19:38.363-07:00

Surreal currently puts reality to the backseatTough opposition but honestly easy to defeatThe facts aren't factual especially in this caseWhenever I close my eyes I still see his faceBravest man I knew, I thought unbreakableBut broken he was, of these emotions not capableI can't handle this feeling that keeps comingThis sadness from which I've been runningThis sadness that won't leave and sits in

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1110342565590551492005-03-08T21:25:00.000-07:002005-05-31T13:22:46.863-07:00

Emotions are like the waves of the Ocean. It is a guaranteed thing they will be lapping at your feet. Though, sometimes the waves are enormous and come crashing down upon you. You feel as if you may suficate under the weight of it all. The pain, fear, and forever emptiness you feel. Will this wave wash me out away from this shore? It is the anchors of this life that keep me here.

SpartanWifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10352629326684055807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1109700723606482312005-03-01T11:10:00.000-07:002005-03-01T11:12:03.606-07:00

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you’ve imagined. - Henry David Thoreau

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1109620696996248132005-02-28T12:54:00.000-07:002005-02-28T12:58:16.996-07:00

Eternal LifeBy: D.W. Humphrey2/28/05My current state of mind Im sure will change in timeAs a matter of fact, the facts change as well I findBut the truth, in itself, does not waiver nor does it foldBut the truth, unless sought, remains yet to be toldTo seek it and be faithfull are one and the sameTo most, them not knowing, Jesus is His nameTo seek what one wants, as opposed to ones needBe the

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1107275346992269352005-02-01T09:19:00.000-07:002005-02-01T09:29:06.993-07:00

Matthew 21:22 - And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive.

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1105994718748822772005-01-17T13:43:00.000-07:002005-01-17T13:50:32.873-07:00

hey gang, if you wish to, i would like it if you add to my story, how did she get the scar? some more in depth explanation for her seemingly simple now relaxed life etc. if your up to it just post it. word. love you all. dallas

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1105994604405331602005-01-17T13:31:00.000-07:002005-01-17T13:43:24.406-07:00

The cool mountain air breezed accross her shoulders as she plucked lemons from the tree. She tensed up for a moment clutching tightly the neck of her jacket as to hold some of the warmth in. Everyday she worked, whether picking fruit or tending to her modest garden. It consisted of potatoes, carrots, peas and a couple of other vegetables, but those were her favorite. The fruit trees, oh the fruit

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1104863184602574992005-01-04T11:25:00.000-07:002005-01-04T11:26:24.603-07:00

Problem solved gang, it wasn't a peanut. Thank goodness.

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1104863029449362572005-01-04T11:22:00.000-07:002005-01-04T11:23:49.450-07:00

Sometimes you feel like a nut and sometimes you don't.....: Is it normal, sais I, for there to be whole peanuts in your poop, that still taste salty?

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1104423445160130272004-12-30T09:16:00.000-07:002004-12-30T09:17:25.160-07:00

Hello Scriveners. I like chicken and poetry, it is the American way. Somebody please post some poetry or buy me some chicken.

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1104423144819568452004-12-30T09:11:00.000-07:002004-12-30T09:12:24.820-07:00

“Exponential Sorrow” By: D.W. Humphrey The sorrow that I now have tugs and rips at my heart The problem is that I, myself, knew from the start The fact of it is, I should have never gotten involved Now my soul is empty, let her go, problem solved Easy as that, why do I get myself into these things My life filled with pain, this is what sin brings Pain, hurt and all that is dark, cold and

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1103840621376084732004-12-23T14:58:00.000-07:002004-12-23T15:23:41.376-07:00

Why is it the emotions now flow as my tears once did? Ran dry by now, all thats left is my ability to kid To joke and poke fun at that which I'm deathly afraid For with these trials & heartache is a man now made Do I know the will of God? Why one man and not another? Why not the rapist, the worthless, why God, why my brother? Thank you Lord for the ones I still have, oh Lord I thank you Thank you

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1102528892950863672004-12-08T10:30:00.000-07:002004-12-10T16:21:08.063-07:00

Come sit for a while as once again I tell you a tale The fact of it is that my hearts turned cold and pale I cannot ,for the life of me, understand why he's gone I question a lot now, I cannot tell if that ,in itself is wrong But, none the less, my family & friends, come gather round For a moment or two while we sit and soak in the sound Of a world thats crying, slowly dying from unwavering hate

ElMuchoScrivenerOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927455484657916569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1102485066184840032004-12-07T22:47:00.000-07:002004-12-07T22:51:06.183-07:00

I begin to ask why Lord why? Who’s going to advise me on life’s little matters? Who am I going to make mead with now that he is gone? Who is going to motivate me when I am down? Why Lord why? He was always there when I felt misguided. When I felt I couldn’t go on whether on a hike or in life, he always gave me that boost needed to go on. It just makes me ask why, oh Lord why? When life seemed to

Eodmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10177069468002774347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808222.post-1102262282762573242004-12-05T08:56:00.000-07:002004-12-05T08:59:29.856-07:00

This is something I read somewhere but I think it applies to us and that we should look at it whenever we feel doubt.... An Ending is just the Beginning of something else.

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I sit here naked and exposed as the wolves cirlce about, baring their blood soaked teeth. A sly smile upon their face. I try to remain whole as they rip at me day after day. I cry out for the return of my master, the keeper of my heart. How long will I have to wait until he comes to protect me? Until then I will lay huddled, bloodied and scared. I close my eyes and focus on the sweet memory of

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It's ok because life still goes on. It's ok because God is still in control. It's ok because I have more good memories than bad. It's ok because I will see you again. It's ok because this is definately not the end. It's ok because the good would never be good without the bad. It's ok because I know what we had. It's ok because you made sure it was before you left. It's ok because you were the

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I opened my eyes today and joy flooded in at the sight of you. Like a dream, everything around me was washed out. All I could hear and see was you. Tears ran down my face and washed away the sorrow that had laid like a burden on my heart these last six months. The sounds of laughter fill our house as we forget the war. Come with me, my lover, and dream awhile. We will let our minds swim and dance

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“Lord give me grace” By: D.W. Humphrey On this Second day of December in the year 2004 Damn right I am selfish, and you would be too If you had a friend that would always get you through Thick and thin, down in the dumps, or even just mad No matter the issue, no matter what problems I had Hobbs was there, and I will always remember that God has him now, and I try, but it still makes me sad And I

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An Empty shell I live free from you The pain of your absence echoes out in my mind I awake day after day sick and weeping You promised me you'd return and never leave again You came home an empty shell free from me

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It was December 22nd 1992, a crisp Arizona morning and it is the day of my Wedding. I recall the wind blowing through my hair as I carried my wedding dress inside the church to get dressed and ready for the best event of my life. As I had a few quiet moments in my mind the main thought was "Brian and I are about to go on the best adventure EVER!". Oh and we did. We lived in Alaska and gave birth

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Yes indeed, it finally worked. I have a voice. Wooo, power! Just kidding. Loved the poem. I'm still working on the story, will post it here now that I can. Love you guys!

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“Letter to Hobbs” By: D.W. Humphrey Dear Hobbs, just checkin with you, to touch base Sure do miss you man, Jen really misses your face The kids are doing fine, so don’t worry about them Jakes really got a hell of an arm, plus your grin Bree is damn strong, she really helps me get through Jo is my laughing buddy, he sometimes asks about you It kinda gets to me when he does, so I often avoid it

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Hello all, the whole 2 of you who ever look at this blog...jk, if there is only 2, we will strengthen our numbers later, and then attack.....i mean...ummm....oh crap i think i have foiled my evil plot to conquer the world via blog. Is ok, I'll come up with something else later. Well anyways I thought I would write a poem and post it later today, to keep to the true spirit of The Scriveners of

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I have learned this at least by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. - Henry David Thoreau Heres a cool quote!!

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due to the fact that to a person with A.D.D. a couple of days translates into a couple of minutes i am posting the translation now. Todays challenge is to write a short story. The story must be a minimum of 2000 words and have something to do with Ancient times of high adventure. The exact time period and culture are your own choice. There are no further specifications except to have fun, oh

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He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man. - Antoine de Saint Éxupéry

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Hoy desafían están a primero traducen el desafío sí mismo ainglés. Sobre hacer eso, el desafío real es escribir una historia corta, palabras del mínimo 2000. La historia se debe fijar en épocas antiguas, el período de la cultura y del momento específico es su opción. Ningunas otras especificaciones excepto para tener diversión. El E-mail yo las historias y yo los fijará al sitio. Buena suerte a

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May your troubles be less And your blessings be more. And nothing but happiness Come through your door. And I wish this blessing be true in all your lives.

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As a close friend of mine once told me......"it would be bad ass to have a pint in an authentic Irish Pub. Just to see the beautifull land that inspired so many great writers!!" So my friends i am posting this far in advance. In june of next year I am going to Ireland to reminisce days of old. To rekindle the irish flame that once burned in my chest. If anyone would be interested in going, or if

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There are so may good things to say about Brian it's hard to know where to start. His sense of humor, kindness, devotion to his family and friends...his courage, steadfastness, and love for all things ancient, fantastic and mythical. He had a way of befriending the underdog, drawing out the shy, and always making people feel like they mattered to him. Brian was such a wonderful storyteller...

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“Oh Brother, why have you gone?” By: D.W. Humphrey October 22, 2004 Hobbs, your gone, but your memory lives on In every activity, even in every birds song Tears shed every so often, but attempt to be strong Insides all tattered, don’t really wanna say “so long” Hobbs, your up there smiling, but I can’t stop crying I know your feeling no more pain, but inside I’m dying It still seems unreal, how

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Due to recent events, mainly the death of a fantastic person Hobbs, I feel that it would be appropriate to extend this challenge in memory of him. Id like everyone to attempt to write a Hobbs reminescent piece of literature. Whether it be a poem, a story an essay or anything you can come up with. Since everyone that knows about this isnt home to look at it yet i assume it will take a while. But

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Thus the Scrivener name lives on. With the recent passing of Hobbs, it is most important that one of his passions (writing) live on through the continued meetings and communications of The Scriveners. Therefore I (Dallas) have created this Blog for the use of anyone to post and express their creative creations. Whether it be a poem, a short story or even simply an idea.

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