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Posted on 04/21/2005 10:06:23 PM PDT by JustAmy
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There you are!!!!!
I took a peek at your computer this morning so we would know what we should be celebrating. ;)
Thank you for bringing us the reasons for celebrating for the weekend.
Hope you had a great Jelly Bean Day!
Bailey is a handsome dude. How old is he?
LOL! That's a cute joke.
4 months last Monday.
Little League started last night for grandson Christian. Drew two walks and hit by pitch. Another game tomorrow morning.
Play Ball!!!
I couldn't keep myself from stealing it from the Finest.
Hope Dubya doesn't mind.
How was your day, Victoria. Mine was pretty good but I have several things I need to finish. This is a busy time of the evening for me.
I wonder if Marissa picked up her toys. :) I probably need to threaten her with a Time Out. ;)
A drink... which reminds me that I need to go to the store. Be back shortly.:-)
I had a good day, thanks. No problem, I need to buy a couple of things before the store closes. BRB
Gonna be a big one, like his papa. : )
Little League started last night for grandson Christian.
Drew two walks and hit by pitch. Another game tomorrow morning.
Must have a good eye at the plate. Or the pitcher was wild as a mad hatter. LOL
It's great he's in Little League, you not only learn the game, you make lifelong friends also. I loved it.
Play Ball!!!
You must be a 'Ref'. : )
Priceless Gifts
Life holds so many priceless things...
The falling rain, the wind that sings.
Each star on high, each shining moon,
Each sunbeam dancing in your room.
The river as it rushes on,
A sunset as when day is gone.
No wealth can buy a mountain tall -
These priceless things belong to all.
An autumn tree lends beauty rare,
With colored leaves piled everywhere,
As nature wears a glowing smile
To make each day a day worthwhile.
Could anything be quite as dear
As laughing children that we hear?
The gift of friendship that is ours?
The miracle of growing flowers?
Each magic moment, treasured time,
These priceless gifts are yours and mine.
A newscaster interrupted scheduled programming to announce the outcome of a political election.
"More on candidates at 10 P.M.," he said.
My ten-year-old granddaughter Ashley looked at me in disbelief.
"I didn't know they could call politicians 'morons' on national television!" she remarked.
"I have a liqueur.. Creme de casssis. Has a licorice taste.. it is a French Gabriel Boudier Dijon (doesn't mean much to me)..I am not too fond of it.. "
No one drink it as such.
La crème de cassis is used for "kir" : add a little in a glass of chilled white wine or "kir royal" in a glass of Champagne - yummy.
You can also pour some over red fruits icecream... or Forest Noire (cherry) cake.
Delicious
A Dads Poem
Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.
"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.
"Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart"
With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far
You see he was a policeman
and died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers
and taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away"
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.
They say it takes a minute to find a special
person, an hour to appreciate them,
a day to love them, but then an entire
life to forget them.
Sigh ..... I should be saving these wonderful poems. One day when I'm frantically looking for something romantic, I'll wish I had them stashed someplace.
Thank you, Marguerite. You bring such romantic poetry to Amy's Place.
Wonderful!!!
LOL
Thanks ..... She calls em as she see em.
I must be having computer problems, my screen is very fuzzy right now.
Thank you, Dubya. That is priceless.
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