Then there's always Bizzy Me.
Where? http://sallymower.tripod.com/ME
That's where I am.
Joshua's chair
Happiness is . . .Craftiness & the Old
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Autumn
Ahhh! Autumn!
For those of you who are having to rake leaves, and rake leaves, and rake leaves; I salute you!
For those of us who have two seasons, (hot and lukewarm) Isn't it grand?
I am loving the clear skies, the crispness of the air. And . . . the special events throughout this season!
Halloween was enjoyed seeing nearly everyone costumed up, happy, (and sober) at "Trunk or Treat".
What a surprise to James when two of the high desert employees shaved their heads and dressed up as James. There they were! Twins! Counting James, they made triplets!
How funny, funny, funny.
Andrew Buzzed as Buzz Lightyear. Yleana was a regal little princess, and Joshua was an adorable Winnie-the-Pooh! Cameron was dressed up as a sleeping baby! Ha!
Samantha and Lindsay were ghoulish vampires! It's hard to believe that those two cute children could look so horrible!
I am looking forward to having Thanksgiving dinner at my house and making & baking Christmas presents this year.
The pace is stepping up a notch, and the anticipation is fun.
For those of you who are having to rake leaves, and rake leaves, and rake leaves; I salute you!
For those of us who have two seasons, (hot and lukewarm) Isn't it grand?
I am loving the clear skies, the crispness of the air. And . . . the special events throughout this season!
Halloween was enjoyed seeing nearly everyone costumed up, happy, (and sober) at "Trunk or Treat".
What a surprise to James when two of the high desert employees shaved their heads and dressed up as James. There they were! Twins! Counting James, they made triplets!
How funny, funny, funny.
Andrew Buzzed as Buzz Lightyear. Yleana was a regal little princess, and Joshua was an adorable Winnie-the-Pooh! Cameron was dressed up as a sleeping baby! Ha!
Samantha and Lindsay were ghoulish vampires! It's hard to believe that those two cute children could look so horrible!
I am looking forward to having Thanksgiving dinner at my house and making & baking Christmas presents this year.
The pace is stepping up a notch, and the anticipation is fun.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Patriotism
James sent an email about the fly-overs from past football games. Glorious!
It inspired me to amend the following hymn:
My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of (endangered) liberty
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died, (defending LIBERTY, my life and my right to happiness)
Land of the pilgrim's (hard-earned) pride,
(some ancesters were on the first ships landing on this precious land),
From every mountainside (& glen, & valley, & building top)
Let FREEDOM ring.
My native country, thee, (and I have the birth certificate to prove it)
Land of the nobleFREE, (and a few anti-Christs, and a few evil-doers, and a few illegal parasites)
Thy name I love (and revere and am most grateful for)
I love thy rocks and rills, (and cacti and waterways,)
Thy woods and templed hills, (and the FREE peopled cities)
My heart with rapture thrills (when I see the military in action) like that above.
(It also aches in mortification with what a few narcissists are trying to do to it.)
Let music swell the breeze (not rap, not rock; real music)
And ring from all the trees (and buildings, too)
Sweet FREEDOM's song;
Let mortal tongues awake; (along with brains)
Let all that breathe partake; (and vote)
Let rocks (& patriots) their silence break,
The sound prolong.
Our father's God, to thee, (even when some do not believe in Thee)
Author of LIBERTY,
To thee we sing; (and . . . say it . . . PRAY);
Long may our land be bright with FREEDOM's holy light.
Protect us with thy might (from tyranny, selfishness, and overstuffed egos),
Great God our King (not Obumma, not the democrats, not the senate, not the republicans, not congress . . . GOD! our KING!)
(Do I hear an AMEN?) Yes.
It inspired me to amend the following hymn:
My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of (endangered) liberty
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died, (defending LIBERTY, my life and my right to happiness)
Land of the pilgrim's (hard-earned) pride,
(some ancesters were on the first ships landing on this precious land),
From every mountainside (& glen, & valley, & building top)
Let FREEDOM ring.
My native country, thee, (and I have the birth certificate to prove it)
Land of the nobleFREE, (and a few anti-Christs, and a few evil-doers, and a few illegal parasites)
Thy name I love (and revere and am most grateful for)
I love thy rocks and rills, (and cacti and waterways,)
Thy woods and templed hills, (and the FREE peopled cities)
My heart with rapture thrills (when I see the military in action) like that above.
(It also aches in mortification with what a few narcissists are trying to do to it.)
Let music swell the breeze (not rap, not rock; real music)
And ring from all the trees (and buildings, too)
Sweet FREEDOM's song;
Let mortal tongues awake; (along with brains)
Let all that breathe partake; (and vote)
Let rocks (& patriots) their silence break,
The sound prolong.
Our father's God, to thee, (even when some do not believe in Thee)
Author of LIBERTY,
To thee we sing; (and . . . say it . . . PRAY);
Long may our land be bright with FREEDOM's holy light.
Protect us with thy might (from tyranny, selfishness, and overstuffed egos),
Great God our King (not Obumma, not the democrats, not the senate, not the republicans, not congress . . . GOD! our KING!)
(Do I hear an AMEN?) Yes.
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