30 May 2011

A Band-Aid Thank You For A Mortal Wound...

The following post is a tradition here at my virtual home as a thank you to all who came before, a permanent reminder that our current freedom has been paid for and the receipt as proof for the payment made.  To all those military members who sacrificed all, you will never know of me, my family or my thanks, but I have not forgotten you and I am still grateful each and every day that you were willing to make the ultimate sacrifice that has made all the difference in the world, at least to me and mine.

Have I Got A Deal For You....

Memorial Day Weekend Sale!  Hurry, hurry, you don't want to miss the savings...
According to the Department of Defense there are approximately 3 million Military Service Members both Active Duty and Reserve serving today.  According to the Census Bureau web site there are approximately 310 million people living in the United States.  Which, if you calculate the percentages, approximately 1% of the population protects the rest of us on a daily basis.

Memorial Day was created for those who have died in our nation's service. A small remembrance of respect and appreciation for the very freedom of the ground we stand upon.  Remembrance to honor those who gave their all.  I just thought I would educate the 80% of the American population as to the real reason you get a three day weekend at this time of the year.  I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt that you truly did not know what was going on around you today and why.  I sincerely and respectfully ask that you educate yourself on how to conduct yourselves when the American Flag passes by.  Maybe learn the pledge of allegiance and what it meant to an American at one time in history.  And please, Google 'taps' so the next time it plays you'll know what it sounds like, what it means and who it's meant for... and hopefully will know and do the right thing.  Thank you.  ~ Lemon Stand

Today, to honor our great nation's dead, I leave you with a letter that I learned in my history class way back in high school, long before a movie called 'Saving Private Ryan' made it popular...
Executive Mansion, Washington, November 21, 1864.
Mrs. Bixby, Boston, Massachusetts:
Dear Madam: I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
Yours very sincerely and respectfully,
Abraham Lincoln.

[All information on this receipt was current as of the original posting of this post on 31 May  2010]

Instead of a QOTD I'm linking to some very special Memorial Day posts.  There have been quite a few thought provoking, beautiful and respectful salutations, I wanted to share:

One Happy Dog Speaks - Memorial Day
Inches Away From Sanity - Arlington Cemetery - Jeopardy Question
Under The Sea - In Flanders Fields
House of Zathras - Memorial Day 2011
USAA - The Strength of a Nation
Cricket and Porcupine - Memorare
ARGGHHH! - Memorial Day, a mild rant on the reason for the season.

25 May 2011

Comments Awaiting Moderation...

And here I thought you couldn't teach old dogs new tricks.  I leave my measly little blog to go patch gaping wounds with itty-bitty band-aids and when I come back, what do I see?  I have "comments awaiting moderation".  My first thought (because I've been hanging out with my husband for WAY too many years) was, "I have already earned my girl scout expert badge (which I imagine is synonymous in today's society for, "I've got an app for that!") in "comments awaiting for moderation!" " I've been waiting for eternities for moderation in our family's comments.  Hasn't happened yet and I'm not holdin' my breath.

And one more word on dogs and new tricks... As I said to a friend recently, I'm still going deaf, but our daughter, Rachel has declared that we MUST get a hearing service dog for me and then train it to growl menacingly at the doctors who say certain words... like... needle, test, pee?  I honestly don't know how I could survive without my family.  No pity parties allowed here... unless you want to be tormented mercilessly.  Kinda keeps you humble.... and in a constant state of imagining if you could get a really full load of groceries around the dead body or would you have to go back for seconds?

24 May 2011


Doing fine STOP Will be back soon STOP At the moment I sound like a duck being strangled STOP Rather slowly and with great malicious delight STOP Am one step away from the "shoot me now" stage of bad head cold STOP Courtesy of youngest of mongrel hoard STOP and two herniated disks in my lower back STOP courtesy of eldest of mongrel hoard STOP' I'm not dead STOP yet STOP but it IS time to go take some more 'good night Gracie' and grab another 587 pristine crisp white linen handkerchiefs from my dresser drawer STOP each embroidered in the corner STOP with bright red thread, mind you STOP with the letters P. M. S. STOP I kid you not STOP at least about the initials anyway STOP  Just ask Ruthie STOP There are six ladies (and I DO use that term rather loosely because IF cleanliness of boudoir were included within this description, well, let's just say they should be darned thankful I am too sick to reach for my thesaurus) living in this house now and there is not a microscopic-sized amount of chocolate anywhere on the entire property STOP  Unless you are a delivery service person of the aforementioned necessity STOP and actually HAVE the aforementioned necessity STOP  then  STOP  for your own personal safety  STOP  I would not suggest you physically cross our property line without a significant chocolate sacrifice arriving well before visitation  STOP  at least until hostilities have ceased OUT.