Posted on 04/16/2004 6:37:21 PM PDT by Mo1
Good Morning Y'all
What happen to summer ... Woke up this morning and it feels like fall ... all the hot humid weather is ... poof .. gone
Well I'm off to pick up a couple birthday presents .. Jesss and Dana were invited to parties and I forget to get their gifts ...
BBL
Isn't this the big weekend for Sears AirConditioner Sales!
Fantastic sand art, Resty - thanks for the pics.
That was-
Sand sculpture : A sand sculpture representing soldiers landing on a beach sits in Vierville-sur-mer, which was known as Omaha beach on D-Day. (AFP/Mychele Daniau)
I've been in and out all morning, trying to get some outdoor chores done and watching some coverage of the WWII Memorial dedication.
I've about cried my eyes out, already.
Getting the house back in order has been my day, so far.
Mrs.L's flight is due in at 2:45pm - it's gonna be close.
Cheers, everyone.
I'll take the ocean and the whale crap over the above scenario, but then I'm an ornery old phart.....
.....Westy......
Oh my God, I just read your two Fart posts!! I laughed so hard I lost my eye make-up!! LOL
Parksville is only about a 3 hour drive from me.!!
Hey, Lynn -
Mrs.L is safely home from a week in FL with her family, the grill's going on, and things are good, Thank the Lord.
Cheers, up there.
Come see us - you're always welcome in CenTex.
NAM VET NEWSLETTER | 13 May 1996 | Paul Bylin
MEMORIAL DAY
Memorial Day is their day, isn't it? It is supposed to be the day a
grateful nation pauses to quietly thank the more than one million men
and women who have died in military service to their country since
the Revolutionary War.
Or is it the day the beach resorts kick into high gear for the summer
season, the day the strand is covered by fish-belly white people
basting themselves in coconut oil, the day the off-season rates end
and the weekend you can't get in a seaside seafood restaurant with
anything less than a one hour wait.
Or is is one of the biggest shopping center sales days of the year, a
day when hunting for a parking space is the prime sport for the
holiday stay-at-homers?
Or is it the weekend when more people will kill themselves on the
highways than any other weekend and Highway Patrol troopers work
overtime picking up the pieces?
I think the men and women who died for us would understand what we do
with their day. I hope they would, because if they wouldn't, if they
would have insisted that it be a somber, respectful day of
remembrance, then we have blown it and dishonored their sacrifice.
I knew some of those who died, and the guys I knew would have
understood.
They liked a sunny beach and a cold beer and a hot babe in a black
bikini, too. They would have enjoyed packing the kids, the
inflatable rafts, the coolers, and the suntan lotion in the car and
heading for the lake. They would have enjoyed staying at home and
cutting the grass and getting together with some friends and cooking
some steaks on the grill, too.
But they didn't get the chance. They blew up in the Marine Barracks
in Beirut and died in the oily waters of the Persian Gulf. They
caught theirs at the airstrip in Grenada in the little war everyone
laughed at. They bought the farm in the I Drang Valley and on
Heartbreak Ridge, Phu Bai and at Hue. They froze at the Chosin
Reservoir and were shot at the Pusan Perimeter. They drowned in the
surf at Omaha Beach or fell in the fetid jungles of Guadalcanal.
They were at the Soame and at San Juan Hill and at Gettysburg and
at Cerro Gordo and at Valley Forge.
They couldn't be here with us this weekend, but I think they would
understand that we don't spend the day in tears and heart-wrenching
memorials. They wouldn't want that. Grief is not why they died.
They died so we could go fishing. They died so another father could
hold his laughing little girl over the waves. They died so another
father could toss a baseball to his son in their backyard while the
charcoal is getting white. They died so another buddy could drink a
beer on his day off. They died so a family could get in the station
wagon and go shopping and maybe get some ice cream on the way home.
They won't mind that we have chosen their day to have our first big
outdoor party of the year. But they wouldn't mind, either, if we
took just a second and thought about them.
Some will think of them formally, of course. Wreaths will be laid in
small, sparsely attended ceremonies in military cemeteries and at
monuments at state capitols and in small town's squares. Flags will
fly over the graves, patriotic words will be spoken and a few people
there will probably feel a little anger that no more people showed
up. They'll think no one else remembers.
But we do remember. We remember Smitty and Chico and Davey and the
guys who died. We remember the deal we made: If we buy it, we said,
drink a beer for me.
I'll do it for you, guys. I'll drink that beer for you today, and
I'll sit on that beach for you, and I'll check out the girls for you
and, just briefly, I'll think of you. I won't let your memory spoil
the trip but you'll be on that sunny beach with me today.
I will not mourn your deaths this Memorial Day, my friends. Rather,
I'll celebrate the life you gave me.
This Bud's for you, brother!
It's Bush's fault.
I pray that all good people will start a movement to restore
the CORE to our Holidays be it Religion or Veterans service, 4 of July, Presidents etc.
All the young children know what Martin Luther King meaning is!
All of our Traditional Values have been dilute to a fun day.
For many of us we as kids respected the occasion before we played!
What made us a great nation was we showed graditude.
The vacillating minds todays lack a firm direction.
Along with the 11000 vets a day leaving us, so is the foundation of this nation is dying off!
All of go to a Veterans Memorial Day service here, even the grandkids. We have always done so, and always will.
My granddaughter is spending the night. I was watching the reruns of the WWII Memorial dedication and she watched some. Suddenly she disappears and comes out with a figurine she has coveted since she has seen it, two years ago. She asks me if she can take it home to put on the shelf in her room.
It is an elephant about five inches high and is painted with red and blue and white stripes...a Republican elephant.
So, I decided that I would give it to her if she could pass a test of ten questions. She knows our President and vice and the pledge of allegiance. Now, I have to think up seven more questions for the test.
Any suggestions to ask a six year old conservative Republican? LOL
"A double-minded man is unstable in all his ways."
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Is that a camel???
BTW ... Check out the shove .. LOL
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1144586/posts?page=71#71
Yep.......either that, a really ugly horse or John F'n Kerry.
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You know, we are going to be neighbors, actually.
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