tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43569444828873359402023-11-16T04:35:57.138-07:00Coy's CornerUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-54679122406692405392012-10-08T19:49:00.000-06:002012-10-08T19:53:31.148-06:00Restore America's Self-Esteem<span style="color: black;">This election is not about a war on women, gay marriage,
class warfare, abortion rights, birth control pills or any other propaganda the
Obama administration can throw out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This
election is about restoring self-esteem to America. Lack of self-esteem is
immobilizing and our nation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am
speaking of the self-esteem that helps us to get up and get going in hard
times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not the ego (often disguised as
esteem) which is captivated by conceit, self-importance, or arrogance; instead
of empowering it holds us back from achieving <span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">success.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A
government that wants to keep its citizens’ self-esteem low is a government
that is based on elitists, who believe they know what is best for everyone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is also a government which tends to
enslave rather than liberate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: black;">What
Mitt Romney said about some of our citizens being victims is true; as many have
been lead a stray by the rhetoric of those who want to keep them immobilized
and stuck in a place of need.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Living off
of the government lowers a person's self-esteem and steals their self-reliance.
Welfare is needed to support people through trying times – however it should
not become a lifestyle as it robs a person of the self-esteem garnered from
being a productive member of society and feeling the value of being needed.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">We
need jobs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yet </span>instead of jobs Barack
Obama <span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">has provided 99
weeks of unemployment and food stamps; I would prefer that he provide our
nation with the jobs he promised. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
don’t believe our country can take four more years of lowered self-esteem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: black;">A
Government <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">for</b> the people should empower
them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We owe it to our country to
restore self-esteem to our citizens by helping them up, not helping them
out!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I believe that Mitt Romney can
restore America’s self-esteem.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-49970149237635614632012-07-06T21:30:00.000-06:002012-07-06T21:32:38.877-06:00<br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-65028649437151120912010-09-10T18:42:00.004-06:002010-09-10T18:51:25.155-06:00BloggingI have a blog. I am not bragging for I am sure that many of you have a blog, and your blog is active and exciting. Mine is not. Mine is dull and pretty much dead. It seemed like a good idea at the time my daughter set it up. She and her friends seem to be enjoying themselves so I thought why not. I also thought it might be somewhat fun and relaxing. For the record I have yet to feel relaxed and fun would not be a word I used to describe blogging. (I have great hope that fun is just around the corner.)<br /><br />Little did I know how time consuming it could be. In order to have an active blog you need to post often, every day would be best. My once in a while posting is really just a feeble attempt so I can say I have a blog. However, blogging everyday is out of the question as I do have a life beyond the Internet (anyway I think I do). Doing it daily would also feel too much like a job and I already have one of those, although my check book would beg to differ. <br /><br />There are no real rules to blogging so it is entirely up to the blogger what is posted. With that being said I could write about my pet peeves, my political views, serious issues, funny happenings, or whatever the heck I want. Yet I haven’t been able to really get it together; as a matter of fact I feel self conscience and keep questioning if I am incapable of maintaining a blog. This surprises me because for the most part I am an in charge kinda gal, maybe even a control freak. However for some reason I am unable to take charge of my blog. It seems daunting and so revealing. This also seems strange to me since I am pretty much an open book, but this blogging has made me overly cautious and I am at a loss as to why. It could be that I am in menopause and I am loosing my mind or maybe I am a bumbling fool attempting the impossible. <br /><br />There is a bright spot on my blog. I have family pictures as well as music which I can enjoy while baring the pain of blogging. I’m sure you are asking yourself why do something that is so difficult? My answer to that is I don’t know, but failure right now is not an option. I may not top the blogging charts but I am not a quitter, and so as I muddle through the mire while my blog bogs me down I will gallantly blog on.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-19247743172700621152010-07-11T14:35:00.001-06:002010-07-11T14:39:40.596-06:00Medical Pitfalls of AgeI recognize that part of my journey here is growing old. I'm even okay (not thrilled, but okay) with the changes taking place in my body - boobs with no oomph, wrinkles upon wrinkles and a new daily addition of gray hairs. However I'm not okay with the necessary medical procedures that comes along with age.<br /><br />When a person turns 50 the age appropriate birthday gift is a colonoscopy. However, since I don't like Doctors, hospitals, needles or adhesive, and let's not forget my fear of finding out there is something wrong, I chose at 50 to disregard the AMA's suggestion. Also I like denial; often living my life by "<em>WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW WON'T HURT YOU</em>". That being said I put it off -4 years to be exact- until Jo Lynn my friend and business partner who is dutiful when it comes to all exams, yearly and age appropriate, made herself an appointment. Acknowledging I was overdue I set an appointment to get it done. So last November I allowed my butt to be violated by a camera.<br /><br />For the record the procedure was a breeze. You are sent into lala land and you are none the wiser. It is the preparation that is the real pain in the butt. You are given a list of things you must do the week prior. However it is the day before when it really begins to suck. There is no chewing allowed so food is off the table. Clear liquids only. For dinner you are blessed to dine on 32 oz of a thick flavored laxative drink. (Lemon lime will never be the same.) At 5:00pm you begin drinking this $%#* 8 ounces at a time, with an 8 ounce water chaser. This ordeal is to be completed within two hours. Exhausted you go to bed praying you don't mess the bed. Up at four to drink the breakfast of champions; 32 more ounces of flavored laxative, with water chasers. As you come down the home stretch your gag reflex begins to kick in and you are trying to decide which end really needs the toilet.<br /><br />The only good thing about the ordeal was when the Dr. told me he'd see me in ten years. I replied, "Sure." While thinking, "Not!"<br /><br />Another on the list of procedures is the mammogram. This is to begin at 40 with a yearly exam there after. However this also falls under the "WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW WON'T HURT YOU" banner. It wasn't until I was in my late forties that I agreed to have my boobs flattened. Yes, I mean flattened, and that is hard to do with the melons I carry around.<br /><br />This year's mammogram may have been the worst ever. After removing my clothes from the waist up and donning a gown I was lead into "the room". The "I Love My Job" Technician instructed me to drop my gown off of the right side. Reluctantly off my shoulder it fell. She then placed my breast on the plate of this menacing machine, then she raised the machine forcing me on my tippy toes while pulling and stretching my breast even further over the machine's plate. Next comes the dreaded lid. It was lowered to flatten the breast, forcing the tissue to sprawl over the lower plate. Once it was tight and there was no way in hell for me to get loose she showed me just how much she loved her job by clamping it even tighter. She was bound and determined to flattened my breast tissue as thin as a Kleenex tissue. At this point I can't breathe, it seems like an eternity and finally my breast is released. But not for long. Now comes the vertical smash. Yes my breast is gong to go through this again, only sideways. I was laughing to myself thinking, I hope this will help to return my boob back the way it was before I stepped into this sadistic machine. However my laughter was short lived as my breathing stopped due to excruciating pain. Sweet relief came not a moment too soon as my toes were beginning to give out.<br /><br />My eyes began to well when I heard her say, "Please drop your gown off the left shoulder."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-83513690149843503502010-02-01T07:30:00.003-07:002010-07-11T01:31:37.604-06:002010 Wish ListI have opted out of making resolutions this year. Normally I make resolutions around the end of December or the first of January then I give it my all for the first half of the year. As my all begins to dwindle (around mid year) I realize I’m behind on accomplishments and I recognize again; I have over promised and under delivered. It probably would make more sense to make less resolution demands, however the overachiever gets the best of me when it comes to resolutions. For the record this year my resolve has dissolved bringing me to my "new" New Year’s approach: <em>The Wish List. </em><br /><br />Instead of feeling the full weight of accomplishment on my shoulders I opted for <em>The Wish List</em>; this will take the pressure off of me and shift it over to the universe. I know many may be thinking this is a cop out, for we are in charge of our own life. I must tell you I agree, however we are not in charge of our wishes. I can wish anything I want. If it happens great, if it doesn’t I had no expectations so there is no internal damage to my psyche which throws my “not enoughness” into overdrive. <br /><br />Another nice thing about wishes, they can be wished on stars, on birthday candles, on pennies, at a fountain, at a wishing well or anything else a person deems to be wish worthy. <br /><br />I offer up my 2010 Wish List, not necessarily in priority order:<br /><br />1. My wish is to work Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday from 10:00am till 3:00 pm receiving for all my efforts a six figure income. Since it is my wish I think it should be closer to a seven figure for my time is very valuable. On my days off, my wish is to complete all my unfinished projects. <br /><br />2. I wish the government would stop spending other people’s money, like mine, my children’s my grandchildren’s, my great-grandchildren’s, and so forth. If they must then I wish to have me and my posterity excused from participating.<br /> <br />3. I wish I had an assistant to pick up after me, clean my house, organize my life, keep me on task, make me laugh and do everything I don’t feel like doing. She would also organize my desk and see to it that my chair is pushed in at the end of each of my work days. All of this she would do with a smile. (This sounds like a mom not an assistant.)<br /><br />4. I wish all my listings would go under contract within 30 days of being listed and close within 60. Also I wish for no problems on the way to the closing table. <br /><br />5. I wish my new puppy would potty train herself or my new assistant (See #3) would handle that job too. <br /><br />6. Although I like to swear, I wish I didn’t enjoy it so much. I guess I wish I would quit swearing, however it does make me laugh so this wish is a bit conflicted. This wish may have to be put on the wish back burner until the conflict is over. Maybe I should wish the conflict be over, oh hell, I’m not ready for that. <br /><br />7. Speaking of laughing, I wish everyone would laugh more. I mean really laugh. In fact I wish everyone would belly laugh. You know the laugh that makes you weak, with strange snorting sounds coming out of your mouth while tears run down your cheeks, that kind of laugh. <br /><br />8. I wish gas stations were not self service and someone would wash my windows, check my tires, check my oil and do this all with a big smile. <br /><br />9. I wish I had more time to exercise and golf. This would help with my next wish. <br /><br />10. I wish for less stress.<br /><br />11. I wish I could speak Spanish. (Maybe I should wish to master English first.) <br /><br />12. I wish I could eat whatever I wanted without having to worry about growing outward. However if I do have to grow, I wish it would be upward. <br /><br />13. Last but certainly not least I wish the real estate market was strong and construction permits were on the rise. I also wish "short sale" meant, a short time to close. <br /><br />I think this wishful thinking is just what I need this year, my very own pocketful of dreams.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-52817445371878566072010-01-26T08:47:00.003-07:002010-01-26T09:00:19.138-07:00Happy Birthday Corbie<div>Thirty three years ago today at 8:47 am I received the greatest blessing of my life, a 7lb 11oz baby girl. She has grown into an amazing woman and blessed me with 3 beautiful grandchildren, Cale, Morgan and Ryan along with a fabulous son-in-law, Robert.<br /><br /><em>What a difference she's made in my life! I couldn't ask for anything more!!!</em> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-13372840490044168422009-12-07T07:55:00.003-07:002009-12-07T08:01:29.692-07:00Remember Pearl HarborAt 7:55am 68 years ago today, Pearl Harbor was attacked. 187 Japanese planes began dropping bombs on the ships in the harbor as well as planes in nearby airfields. A second attack came an hour later with another 163 planes continuing the assault. When the attack was complete, of the 96 ships anchored, 21 had been sunk with many others severally damaged. Out of 394 planes at airfields Hickam, Wheeler, and Bellows, 188 were destroyed and 159 were damaged. There were 2,403 (including 68 civilians) killed and 1,178 were wounded. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqotEWe0JZGeVYtzsRa_-7I7QlmIq8HUYaPi0QtVZgv1VADX_Ke1RnLNbViqez-KH3Hipwb5yLfAvuz-OVkhVy3wmiCdlBJQIQ9GeTl4WZnDiCmmu5xv4dJNlE5Yzpv1GzknL2DKrkPkLA/s1600-h/pearl+harbor+8.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqotEWe0JZGeVYtzsRa_-7I7QlmIq8HUYaPi0QtVZgv1VADX_Ke1RnLNbViqez-KH3Hipwb5yLfAvuz-OVkhVy3wmiCdlBJQIQ9GeTl4WZnDiCmmu5xv4dJNlE5Yzpv1GzknL2DKrkPkLA/s400/pearl+harbor+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412368235784284866" /></a><br /><br />The USS Arizona was struck by a torpedo, within 9 minutes the ship sunk killing 1,177aboard. The USS Oklahoma after being hit rolled over on its side, pinning men inside and underwater. Of the crew of 1,301, 429 died. The USS West Virginia sank after being struck numerous times by both torpedoes and bombs. The USS Nevada was also hit by both torpedoes and bombs. After the first attack, the Nevada headed out to sea through the narrow channel of the harbor. The Nevada almost made it when came the second attack. The planes tried to sink the Nevada with hopes of blocking the channel, but the crew chose to beach the ship instead. There were two other smaller ships, the Shaw and the Oglala, both were badly damaged. (The Oglala capsized.) The Vestal was beached. The Utah, a target ship for the U.S. military, was also sunk.<br /><br />In a little over two hours, 21 ships had been sunk and over 2,000 Americans had been killed. Japan’s attack had been devastating and destructive. <br /><br />However the aircraft carriers were not in port. What a blessing. This meant the American left fleet was almost intact. The aircraft carriers later proved to be the main ships used by the Navy. <br /><br />America had been divided over how much involvement and aid they should give to the Allies. However when President Franklin D. Roosevelt asked Congress to declare war on Japan the country was united. The US would make Japan pay for the attack and help to rid the world of Nazism and Fascism. <br /> <br />The Admiral who had planned the attack had warned the Japanese Government that in <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_y17_qMTbRb0EwHkilB1OGGdj-al_ex7StHB4uWiZk5ubkbZQkggbYUPzDGiCs0h-CXxVqt9kWhtlqjzscL-Jdm9gEfF_f4ptmBRQiV0fdVctOr5Ysut38k2tVHkeYZYZoQvhboyYrimV/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_y17_qMTbRb0EwHkilB1OGGdj-al_ex7StHB4uWiZk5ubkbZQkggbYUPzDGiCs0h-CXxVqt9kWhtlqjzscL-Jdm9gEfF_f4ptmBRQiV0fdVctOr5Ysut38k2tVHkeYZYZoQvhboyYrimV/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412368733286661570" /></a><br />order for the attack to be a success it must be a crushing blow. The attack was devastating, but it wasn't a crushing blow. Instead it gave the Americans a rallying cry that carried them through to the end of the war: "Remember Pearl Harbor."<br /> <br />This is dedicated to the memory of my grandpa, Ruben D. "Mac" McEwen, who was in the Navy and at Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. May we always Remember Pearl Harbor.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-42946418508517867692009-11-26T07:27:00.002-07:002009-11-26T07:31:24.023-07:00Thanksgiving Day PrayerLord, <br /><br />We come together with gratitude in our hearts on this Thanksgiving Day. We are ever so grateful to share time with family and friends. We are thankful for the food that has been so lovingly prepared, may it give us nourishment and strength. <br /> <br />We ask thee at this time to please bless those who are serving on behalf of others. May they feel your love, your guidance and your protection. <br /> <br />Help us to be mindful of your will, that we may all be an instrument in your hands.<br /> <br />Again we thank thee for the many blessings we enjoy.<br /><br />Amen<br />-anonymousUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-86096856538952577362009-11-11T10:01:00.008-07:002009-12-06T23:09:56.964-07:00Thank a Veteran Today<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHkzeHb9BLpFDR38nov3tQm9oRXmrZ3IXriuBvCR9nPybpYre4rqaMdm-TGXdDMpRV72VJFiDWf5fNPtK_sihWMvBJ-DFZ4eZmIBZ3RyB4bIzvsbunh-nw9huFBC7vIf8-AvHHQnlxtPXh/s1600-h/Us+Flag.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402925035500947874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHkzeHb9BLpFDR38nov3tQm9oRXmrZ3IXriuBvCR9nPybpYre4rqaMdm-TGXdDMpRV72VJFiDWf5fNPtK_sihWMvBJ-DFZ4eZmIBZ3RyB4bIzvsbunh-nw9huFBC7vIf8-AvHHQnlxtPXh/s400/Us+Flag.jpg" /></a>America is a beacon of light and hope because soldiers have and will continue to carry the torch. God Bless our Veterans<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWlbYFKJHzNCFRwj3_ksYTIzZkvViI4yx1tHd37D3jJxoPVT7NbPSmUhAMjJr2oP_TYRwYEGPU1elGU2AbflcE23MgBcjUVdvu-k5d3pgkcLOU1JglQdswHGNjTVCVmt_eV8YFvQ4Svic/s1600-h/us+military.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402925265330053682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWlbYFKJHzNCFRwj3_ksYTIzZkvViI4yx1tHd37D3jJxoPVT7NbPSmUhAMjJr2oP_TYRwYEGPU1elGU2AbflcE23MgBcjUVdvu-k5d3pgkcLOU1JglQdswHGNjTVCVmt_eV8YFvQ4Svic/s400/us+military.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hug a Vet!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-65603499057018292802009-09-11T08:00:00.004-06:002009-12-06T23:11:29.642-07:00God Bless America Land That I Love....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuhLkCOlXJIRm371Ys2aUvWVWGQeaTAMffYA3IxRjS24c-xN7DMLmsvHRctl4UkqxQ_4NcVMRYxhA5Rewd6C70X7jVE6NWmhyphenhyphen-AkaBcbO4Jxba-0UZrkBotGGR8jL5MFQa_A04xt7hpjc2/s1600-h/united-states-flag_2068_82922239.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuhLkCOlXJIRm371Ys2aUvWVWGQeaTAMffYA3IxRjS24c-xN7DMLmsvHRctl4UkqxQ_4NcVMRYxhA5Rewd6C70X7jVE6NWmhyphenhyphen-AkaBcbO4Jxba-0UZrkBotGGR8jL5MFQa_A04xt7hpjc2/s400/united-states-flag_2068_82922239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380212166018747986" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-31868645892490234612009-09-09T23:43:00.001-06:002009-09-09T23:43:30.998-06:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MjU2MDkxOTIzNCZwdD*xMjUyNTYxNDMwMzU5JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*zN2Q*YWI2N2RiOGM*YzZiYWE3OTkzM2VjOGU*ZmJkOSZvZj*w.gif" /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w347.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w347.photobucket.com/albums/p465/BuggyMuggy/925ef0d8.pbw" height="360" width="480">Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-61967465589370947712009-08-16T20:58:00.001-06:002009-08-16T20:58:34.438-06:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MDQ3ODAwMjk1MyZwdD*xMjUwNDc4MDg3ODQzJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*4MDUyOTMzMjUwYmM*Zjc3YWVlMzBhZmMxYTM4NmI4OSZvZj*w.gif" /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w347.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w347.photobucket.com/albums/p465/BuggyMuggy/f5466296.pbw" height="300" width="400">Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-51466406846955539492009-08-15T21:42:00.000-06:002009-08-16T21:40:07.600-06:00One Summer WeekendLast weekend Corbie and 3 friends went to experience "Wine Country" and taste the fermented fruits of the Napa Valley. (I'm sure the motivation was connected to free booze but what do I know?) Robert was at a tournament in Park City playing the only "Real Sport" any "Real Man" should play, Rugby. (Anything else is just child's play.) Therefore I was blessed with entertaining Cale (11), Morgan (7) and Ryan (3).<br /><br />We started out at Cale's soccer tournament where his team was victorious taking home the first place trophy. After that we headed to Wheeler Farm to attend the annual "Kids Fest" and ride a few rides. Next was the Coalville County Fair which was definitely the highlight for Ryan. Last and certainly not the highlight of the weekend was staying at a cabin where we roasted marshmallows in an open pit. Not one of them liked roasting or eating those delicious morsels. So as soon as the bugs started dive bombing at us, we called it a night and went inside. My darling citified grand kids were grateful to be inside with their Nintendo DS, computer and their DVDs. However the bugs would have been better than the hell that broke loose inside. Cale, bless his heart, got sick barely making it to the bathroom which may have been the best thing that happened because from that point it was all down hill. <br /><br />Since the TV was down in the living room we decided we would camp out there and watch a movie. I of course was sound asleep before my head hit the pillow only to be awakened by Cale throwing up on Morgan's sleeping bag. (This was to be the first of several up chucking episodes through out the night.) I immediately jumped out of bed setting my feet upon what felt like frozen ground. It was very cold so I found a small space heater to use and then re-bundled Morgan and Cale with extra blankets. I stayed awake for an hour or more making sure it was warming up (hoping we could all avoid frost bite) and making sure Cale was a sleep. <br /><br />I finally dosed off but within minutes or so it seemed Cale threw up again, on the blanket on top of his sleeping bag. Again I got up to help him and clean up. The temperature was climbing it was cold but at least we couldn't see our breath. <br /><br />I found a pan for Cale to use should this happen again. Staying awake for another hour or so I watched my darling little boy fall asleep before the Sandman closed my eyes. As I was closing my eyes and slipping into sleep; again I was brought back to consciousness by Cale throwing up one more time. I thought thank goodness I gave him the pan but much to my dismay when I opened my eyes he had thrown up on his sleeping bag not in the pan. What a blessing it was the last clean up. <br /><br />About 5:00am the cabin was warm the kids were sound asleep and as I was dosing off I thought, "I'm not good as the entertainment committee".Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-6595784025668854342009-06-04T17:36:00.007-06:002009-06-15T11:36:36.350-06:00Funnies<strong>I received this today in an e-mail and almost peed my pants laughing. Hope it makes you laugh too! </strong><br /><br />These are from a book called Disorder in the American Courts, and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters that had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.<br /><br /><br />ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active?<br />WITNESS: No, I just lie there.<br />____________________________________________<br /><br />ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?<br />WITNESS: Yes.<br />ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?<br />WITNESS: I forget.<br />ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?<br />___________________________________________<br /><br />ATTORNEY: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo?<br />WITNESS: We both do.<br />ATTORNEY: Voodoo?<br />WITNESS: We do.<br />ATTORNEY: You do?<br />WITNESS: Yes, voodoo.<br />____________________________________________<br /><br />ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?<br />WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?<br />____________________________________<br /><br />ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?<br />WITNESS: He's twenty, much like your IQ.<br />___________________________________________<br /><br />ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?<br />WITNESS: Are you shitting me?<br />_________________________________________<br /><br />ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8Th?<br />WITNESS: Yes.<br />ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?<br />WITNESS: Getting laid<br />____________________________________________<br /><br />ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?<br />WITNESS: Yes.<br />ATTORNEY: How many were boys?<br />WITNESS: None.<br />ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?<br />WITNESS: Your Honor, I think I need a different attorney. Can I get a new attorney?<br />____________________________________________<br /><br />ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?<br />WITNESS: By death.<br />ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?<br />WITNESS: Take a guess.<br />____________________________________________<br /><br />ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?<br />WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard.<br />ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?<br />WITNESS: Unless the Circus was in town I'm going with male.<br />_____________________________________<br /><br />ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?<br />WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.<br />______________________________________<br /><br />ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?<br />WITNESS: All of them. The live ones put up too much of a fight.<br />_________________________________________<br /><br />ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?<br />WITNESS: Oral.<br />_________________________________________<br /><br />ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?<br />WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.<br />ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?<br />WITNESS: If not, he was by the time I finished.<br />____________________________________________<br /><br />ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?<br />WITNESS: Are you qualified to ask that question?<br />______________________________________<br /><br />And the best for last:<br /><br />ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?<br />WITNESS: No.<br />ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?<br />WITNESS: No.<br />ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?<br />WITNESS: No.<br />ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?<br />WITNESS: No.<br />ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?<br />WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.<br />ATTORNEY: I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?<br />WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-58994650739000337552009-05-25T00:00:00.005-06:002010-09-10T18:38:11.298-06:00THANKS FOR THE MEMORIESMemorial Day is one of the Holidays which finds me walking down memory lane and grateful for the walk. It brings tears to my eyes and a smile to my face simultaneously. <br /><br />Years ago my grandmother asked if I would go with her and Grandpa on their Memorial Day cemetery route. This amounted to cleaning around the headstones of all of Grandma's relatives, even those she never knew. (I was grateful Grandpa's family was in Arkansas and California or one day would never have been enough.)<br /><br />On that particular Memorial Day Grandma was showing signs of age and I know she wanted me to pick up the torch and take over for her. Unfortunately Grandpa had the final words with regards to my choice. As we watched Grandma shuffle over to her parents' headstone, he said to me, "You know Carol I have been doing this every Memorial Day for over 50 years. Your Grandma is hoping you will continue the tradition and I am telling you don't. Memorial Day was created for fallen soldiers and it has turned into a florist's payday. When I die don't bother I won't be here, I'll be around but it won't be here."<br /><br />For the record I don't totally agree with Grandpa, however I haven't been back to their grave site. There are times I feel Grandma is probably a bit disappointed but I know Grandpa is grateful I took his advice. He was correct they are around; they just aren't there. <br /><br />However yesterday my trek down memory lane was picture laden as I searched for a picture of G & G Corbie wanted. While I rummaged through boxes I came across so many pictures of Grandpa and Corbie together. Absent from the photos was Grandma, the photographer, who always made sure she had plenty of photos of those two.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmg4BUfFFsLILaMDK5Mf6Wfgprbpd8_SVfpO-m8QXgHeq7eadSuJZZlbcNxzBFgSmnN7mBMZMDl-kxBC6ETmr09o6DcTytRGETo31IfqE7Zluvqaazgdq47SIdGYqMLndjmF8h5KHbHTmT/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmg4BUfFFsLILaMDK5Mf6Wfgprbpd8_SVfpO-m8QXgHeq7eadSuJZZlbcNxzBFgSmnN7mBMZMDl-kxBC6ETmr09o6DcTytRGETo31IfqE7Zluvqaazgdq47SIdGYqMLndjmF8h5KHbHTmT/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339622822574833954" /></a><br />Now years later as I cry my way through these pictures the only way I can think of thanking Grandma is to at least go clean off their headstone and leave behind a few Irises and Roses her flowers for this day.<br /><br />Grandpa will probably smile as he tells Grandma, "You know I told her never to do this don't you? So why do you suppose this year she is doing it? I bet she is getting soft in her old age."<br /><br />Well, Grandpa I may be getting soft, but the truth is it is just a small token of my appreciation for all you both did for me. <br /><br />Oh, and thanks for all the wonderful memories,<br /><br />Love Always, <br />CarolUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-61375189651047348452009-03-31T21:45:00.001-06:002009-03-31T21:47:59.362-06:00Change is Coming Hold on to Your WalletHow can you borrow your way out of debt? How exactly does that work? There must be a glitch in my thinking; I have yet to grasp how you rob Peter, pay Paul and everyone comes out on top. It seems to me that while Paul is feasting on his good luck Peter will then struggle to keep his head above water and the robber/debtor still owes money. Isn't that like a Ponzi Scheme? For some reason I see it more as a pathway to bankruptcy or worse prison. Of course I'm not an accountant or an attorney so I may be ill informed. However if you knowingly spend money you don't have or money that belongs to someone else I think it is considered criminal behavior. Unfortunately I have first hand knowledge of people going to jail for this type of behavior (they may have been my friends). So how could anyone think this type of economics could bring about positive change? <br /><br />Nevertheless I am willing to give it a try. I would like all of my family, friends and acquaintances to invest their hard earned dollars with me. (Keeping in mind it is just an investment.) I promise to invest it in what I think will bring about the most change (as in coin). When I think your investment has run it's course I will let you know the outcome of change (as in difference) it made. <br /><br />You can rest assure I will treat your money as if it were my own. I will spend it wisely on what I think is necessary to bring about the change needed (in my life). While you patiently wait for your change (coin) to come. It won't take long before you will see the benefit of your investment. It will make me happy, rich and filled with love and gratitude for all my investors. There will be such a nice change in me how could anyone refuse to invest?<br /><br />If you are interested in great change, please send me your money immediately. I promise I won't let you down, I'm positive change will come.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-48842938286346678512009-03-24T23:15:00.003-06:002009-03-24T23:21:46.984-06:00Words of Wisdom<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSnpYvhqxTDQheEdGXsHZ6sIe1GfUwdrIPgc-B9WBdOzLQ_rIUBKc5xuMx9mXmeUTG88rUXIg3pwKtlYqCVkqiJ4yLX_RaD6lEKXObCyhhleWHquAQNH10qE33HNKbpHxzakRaGTf0VwzA/s1600-h/lincoln.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSnpYvhqxTDQheEdGXsHZ6sIe1GfUwdrIPgc-B9WBdOzLQ_rIUBKc5xuMx9mXmeUTG88rUXIg3pwKtlYqCVkqiJ4yLX_RaD6lEKXObCyhhleWHquAQNH10qE33HNKbpHxzakRaGTf0VwzA/s400/lincoln.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316989851470787138" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-60431195422466907032009-02-17T12:00:00.001-07:002009-06-09T22:02:36.832-06:00The Truth About Hugs<div align="center">There's no such thing as a bad hug, only good ones and great ones<br /><br /><em><strong>Hugs are</strong></em><br /><br />non-fattening and they don't cause cancer or cavities...<br /><br /><strong><em>Hugs are</em><br /></strong><br />all natural with no preservatives, artificial ingredients or pesticide residue...<br /><br /><em><strong>Hugs are</strong></em><br /><br />cholesterol-free, naturally sweet, 100% wholesome and they are a completely renewable resource...<br /><br /><em><strong>Hugs are</strong></em><br /><br />Easy to care for they don't require batteries, tune-ups, or x-rays...<br /><br /><em><strong>Hugs are</strong></em><br /><br />non-taxable, fully returnable and energy efficient...<br /><br /><em><strong>Hugs are</strong></em><br /><br />safe in all kinds of weather... In fact,<br /><br /><em><strong>Hugs are</strong></em><br /><br />especially good for cold and rainy days and<br /><br /><em><strong>Hugs are</strong></em><br /><br />exceptionally effective in treating problems like bad dreams or Monday blues...<br /><br />Never wait until tomorrow to hug someone you could hug today,<br />because when you give one, you get one right back your way !<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-20519203766188062222009-02-10T12:05:00.000-07:002009-02-10T00:09:02.207-07:00BIRTHDAY WEEK<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9XJZVZiYyunyms9Z0SULh_GCPekt0CF_9JNAD7bXH7R4hPATMObFkXzJ3t_kuv8sy17dyvXr4pQNv9Rys8t3v-V9yh3bKMXHrAitq_tDNvP2EF9m7WDNqMGm0aM8B0xAggTAOxatVyNEs/s1600-h/IMG_8869.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301050561364245538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9XJZVZiYyunyms9Z0SULh_GCPekt0CF_9JNAD7bXH7R4hPATMObFkXzJ3t_kuv8sy17dyvXr4pQNv9Rys8t3v-V9yh3bKMXHrAitq_tDNvP2EF9m7WDNqMGm0aM8B0xAggTAOxatVyNEs/s400/IMG_8869.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>In our family February is for birthdays. It started February 12th, 1998 when Cale was born. Four years later here comes Morgan on Valentine's Day 2002. Another four years and who should show up on February 10th, 2006 but Ryan. By the end of the week everyone is exhausted and Corbie is dead on her feet. But every year she does the impossible; 3 parties in a 5 day period.</div><br /><div>I think of this as more of a blessing week. I received three from one, who could ask for anything more? Again I am so blessed!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-11808824774855111842009-01-26T08:47:00.003-07:002009-01-26T09:38:26.730-07:00Happy Birthday CorbieIt was thirty-two years ago today I received my greatest blessing, I became Corbie's mom. How lucky I have been since that one moment in time. As we celebrate Corbie's Birthday I will celebrate with incredible gratitude my 32ND personal Mother's Day and acknowledge, What a Wonderful Life! I AM BLESSED!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-37921963798046543192009-01-11T16:00:00.000-07:002009-01-11T15:51:31.480-07:00One Day at a TimeRecently I spent the day with someone who was celebrating eight years of sobriety. What a milestone! For those who have courageously walked down that road they realize staying sober takes one day at a time, and very often it is one moment at a time. They also know there are no guarantees for many a person has fallen off the wagon after years of being sober. Everyday a person is sober is a great accomplishment and every year it is monumentous.<br /><br />Hats off to anyone taking one step at a time, and may serenity be yours.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-22578496455973805112009-01-04T17:00:00.002-07:002009-01-04T17:45:21.463-07:00Bring on 2009 It is MineWhat the heck happened to 2008? - here today gone tomorrow. Where was I? I really can't begin to tell you. It just vanished. This year I won't be so oblivious I'll show up for life's party. <br /><br />My first New Year's resolution is to be present. I will try not to multi task (another word for half-assed) and be in moment. When speaking to someone I will earnestly make an effort to give them my undivided attention. For those of you who know me it could be a runaway train. <br /><br />Second: I am going to complete the uncompleted. Like the 30 year Levis quilt, a 2 year sweater, 8 month scarf, scrapbooks and whatever else I find as I clean out my project closet. <br /><br />Third: I am going to get together with friends and family that I have given lip service to by telling them, "We need to get together", and never do. <br /><br />Fourth: I'm going to get my 10 hugs a day for optimum health. I may be parked at Corbie's house begging for them but I am going to get them. I should be able to pull one or two out of Cale (if his friends aren't around), Morgan is good for three or four and Ryan may have to supply the rest. <br /><br />Fifth: I'm going to count my blessings daily and thank God for all he has given me. <br /><br />Sixth: I'm going learn to use chopsticks. Yes, I said chopsticks. Every time I eat sushi it is a great achievement to get something in my mouth and monumental not be wearing my meal. (I should use them every meal, I'd probably loose some lbs.)<br /><br />Last and certainly not least: I am going to laugh more. Many may think it is impossible, but I still think there are laughing moments I let slip by. So I will find more laughter and hopefully joy will fill my life.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-43466246052781556042008-10-05T20:59:00.001-06:002008-10-05T20:59:24.647-06:00Nothing is Better than Family<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w347.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w347.photobucket.com/albums/p465/BuggyMuggy/58b5a29c.pbw" height="360" width="480">Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-56571907017183274872008-09-27T22:03:00.008-06:002009-01-23T11:54:16.461-07:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">PRETTY IN PINK</span></strong></em><br /></span></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh01ngYx0xZoJ8dRVkOkLEH52603l0XF6pXigaP7eU3EYscV1RzvBaS_QgCxoMDDTzji8MRwJjDvQv0RY8stEJ2dMjL49DPUO6eQNprmelq6-xmind_ZpOrninu1kYg9xArwY9PDinz4vye/s1600-h/IMG_8849.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250925357364089682" style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh01ngYx0xZoJ8dRVkOkLEH52603l0XF6pXigaP7eU3EYscV1RzvBaS_QgCxoMDDTzji8MRwJjDvQv0RY8stEJ2dMjL49DPUO6eQNprmelq6-xmind_ZpOrninu1kYg9xArwY9PDinz4vye/s320/IMG_8849.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidYem-cdgAWm6Jwkf4GX0hQvlMW0hnQyKTWnLQ8LGqQORr-QGC6MCsETTmdMYd_GO0EJSLB6oUMYjWRBFhP04d4_J1gTLufzxr7AvT1kF2zY285iIc58j22p_3tUVXhAroXYJwiqgXcoxa/s1600-h/IMG_8847.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250926331486794578" style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidYem-cdgAWm6Jwkf4GX0hQvlMW0hnQyKTWnLQ8LGqQORr-QGC6MCsETTmdMYd_GO0EJSLB6oUMYjWRBFhP04d4_J1gTLufzxr7AvT1kF2zY285iIc58j22p_3tUVXhAroXYJwiqgXcoxa/s320/IMG_8847.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC_gyvtyYYV1naxk2F4is8sCjjg0aVtIHG26-kWMLYlwqLXOLQFZ8-I6F6Uf45UUg6PXbXtl2wbtQ6qsHV5Edmmdc7N4AC6WENdJOQZXzLj1JQA4o2XqQjG2e6CvW7jaUdChI7LZPmNjf1/s1600-h/IMG_8848.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250926019915674162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC_gyvtyYYV1naxk2F4is8sCjjg0aVtIHG26-kWMLYlwqLXOLQFZ8-I6F6Uf45UUg6PXbXtl2wbtQ6qsHV5Edmmdc7N4AC6WENdJOQZXzLj1JQA4o2XqQjG2e6CvW7jaUdChI7LZPmNjf1/s200/IMG_8848.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC7HFAH_RibJSK2ean-J-RiALILNI53jz2hnc-0tbnAHP3Af_u0WLEHq0euuHwIV2X0NrmhtXLmLjAgJD41Mz8YNpl3bRQgopOCtGbRyKRO5K3krcNeLn68eJRY2gy9OBD-zK6-kCLg-BZ/s1600-h/IMG_8850.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250924910595009362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC7HFAH_RibJSK2ean-J-RiALILNI53jz2hnc-0tbnAHP3Af_u0WLEHq0euuHwIV2X0NrmhtXLmLjAgJD41Mz8YNpl3bRQgopOCtGbRyKRO5K3krcNeLn68eJRY2gy9OBD-zK6-kCLg-BZ/s400/IMG_8850.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356944482887335940.post-47582273463032295002008-09-11T14:22:00.004-06:002008-09-11T14:54:01.138-06:00God Bless America......Oh say can you see...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0DdvsbyIkG4iHw5GcI6t9VUXw_gybd5CBr9jcj5EpZLBN977ly_jFkkOx1c7TqeAwU9gNBqNJxFEUZJFK4hc2Z2vfJGkciyH8Q29FNM1HEPlioQ8oJZ1ObBrLC0ONvryd6uqGCgEc_Lp/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0DdvsbyIkG4iHw5GcI6t9VUXw_gybd5CBr9jcj5EpZLBN977ly_jFkkOx1c7TqeAwU9gNBqNJxFEUZJFK4hc2Z2vfJGkciyH8Q29FNM1HEPlioQ8oJZ1ObBrLC0ONvryd6uqGCgEc_Lp/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244868206827777570" /></a><br /> ...long may it wave over the land of the free and the home of the brave.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3