Nine years ago, really, has it been that long? It feels like just yesterday.
Although I attempt to not be political on my little blog, today is an exception.
Nine years ago our country was attacked, our people were murdered, lives were shattered, forever changed.
People lost fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, cousins, neighbors, grandmothers, grandfathers in New York City, a field in PA, and in Washington, DC. You can see the pictures of it all in your mind without adding graphics to this blog, we all can.
Why?
Some say it was because we deserved it, others say it was a secret conspiracy, others say it was to start two wars. It really doesn't matter, you know. The fact is that it happened, thousands of innocent Americans were murdered. Yes, I used the m word, murdered. We can debate and speculate but that word does not change, murdered.
Looking back now, after loosing all of them plus the thousands of our soldiers, I wish we had done something more drastic, something more permanent, something more than what we did, are doing.
Looking back, we should have treated this situation like we did before the end of World War II. Yes, we should have used the bomb. I could go on from here and try to defend my position but I will not. It's just my personal opinion, I have no power.
But, think about it, for a moment. Wouldn't that have been better than what we are dealing with today?
The muslims are in control of the world, whether we want to admit it or not. They are like spoiled children who rule the house. If someone or something happens that they do not like, they threaten the world and the world backs down. Everything, and I mean everything, upsets them. The world backs down.
Go back to the paragraph above, the one that starts with But, think about it.....
My prayer is for the 9/11 families today, may they have God's grace to make it through still another remembrance. The hole in their hearts will never heal. It's too big, too deep, but God can give them grace.
It's all I can pray for on this sad, sad, day, 9/11, nine years later.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
CLEAN JOKE
A little girl asked her father, "Daddy? Do all fairy tales
begin with 'Once upon a time'?"
He replied, "No, a whole series of fairy tales begins with
'If elected I promise...'"
Nuff said.
begin with 'Once upon a time'?"
He replied, "No, a whole series of fairy tales begins with
'If elected I promise...'"
Nuff said.
Monday, September 6, 2010
LABOR ON LABOR DAY
--copied from www
Do you labor on Labor Day, not child birth labor but working labor. We do about every year. It's another of the few catch up days we have each year. So, have a good one, get caught up and ready for another work week.
We are eating out because we have a BOGO free coupon at a steakhouse in the near by bigger town. I'll take eating out anytime over cooking in, how about you?
Celebrate today that we live in a free country, for now, free to work and worship as we choose, for now, free to have a day off, for now. God bless the United States of America and the people that are part of Her great heritage.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
DIL FAVORITE
--copied from www
Our DIL has two favorite flowers, maybe more. This is a pic of one of them, very pretty, agreed?
Saturday, September 4, 2010
4 AM
Is it too early or too late? We went to sleep early, tired from the hospital adventures of the week. What happened? I woke up and could not go back to sleep. Crazy, I know, too much on my mind.
I'm considering starting another blog, for ranting and venting only. It would have to be under a pen name so I could really vent and really rant.
Do you ever feel frustrated? Full up? I do.
No, none of the above will be the title.
The Hubbie's heart is fine so it's onward to find out what is the cause of these attacks.
Good night or is it good morning.
I'm considering starting another blog, for ranting and venting only. It would have to be under a pen name so I could really vent and really rant.
Do you ever feel frustrated? Full up? I do.
No, none of the above will be the title.
The Hubbie's heart is fine so it's onward to find out what is the cause of these attacks.
Good night or is it good morning.
Friday, September 3, 2010
TWO TRUE STORIES
Two Stories BOTH TRUE - and worth reading!!!!
STORY NUMBER ONE
Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago . Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.
Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was Capone's lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.
To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.
Eddie lived the high life off the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.
Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object.
And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.
Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example.
One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.
He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified.
Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street . But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.
The poem read:
"The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still."
STORY NUMBER TWO
World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare.
He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.
One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank.
He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship.
His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.
As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet.
The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.
Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.
Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly.
Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.
Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier.
Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.
This took place on February 20, 1942 , and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.
A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.
So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.
SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?
Butch O'Hare was "Easy Eddie's" son.
--COPIED FROM AN EMAIL FROM MY FRIEND, MARY.
STORY NUMBER ONE
Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago . Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.
Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was Capone's lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.
To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.
Eddie lived the high life off the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.
Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object.
And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.
Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example.
One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.
He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified.
Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street . But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.
The poem read:
"The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still."
STORY NUMBER TWO
World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare.
He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.
One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank.
He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship.
His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.
As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet.
The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.
Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.
Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly.
Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.
Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier.
Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.
This took place on February 20, 1942 , and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.
A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.
So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.
SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?
Butch O'Hare was "Easy Eddie's" son.
--COPIED FROM AN EMAIL FROM MY FRIEND, MARY.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
CARDIAC CARE FLOOR
You never know what a day brings. Today brought The Hubbie back in the hospital, transported to the local bigger town via ambulance, no working a/c in it, admitted to the Heart Center.
BUT
The cardiologist does not see anything that says heart....all of the tests are coming back great....liver, ekg, xrays, blood, etc. A stress test tomorrow and if that is good, he's home and back to his other drs to try to find out what is causing all of this.
He was so much better tonight....eatting.....teasing the nurses.....one came in and asked his name for verification....he said Leroy...she said uhoh then we have a problem....we all started laughing of course.
So, a surprise stressful day, ends well, with a good laugh.
Even in the valleys God is good.
BUT
The cardiologist does not see anything that says heart....all of the tests are coming back great....liver, ekg, xrays, blood, etc. A stress test tomorrow and if that is good, he's home and back to his other drs to try to find out what is causing all of this.
He was so much better tonight....eatting.....teasing the nurses.....one came in and asked his name for verification....he said Leroy...she said uhoh then we have a problem....we all started laughing of course.
So, a surprise stressful day, ends well, with a good laugh.
Even in the valleys God is good.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
HOME and 8 HOUR LIFE BREAK
The Hubbie is home, sleeping and has most of the morning. His color is back to normal, as well as his heart rate. PTL. He has ulcerations on his stomach lining. Other tests have been made and we are waiting for the results on those.
One of our balloons burst, too. We were both hoping that health insurance could be cut back and The Hubbie could be closer to retirement. He is a veteran but a letter came saying that yes, he is accepted but must reapply yearly. No change in the health insurance for now so no change in the job schedule.
Meanwhile, here is a website that I really enjoy. I get the email sent to my inbox. This link came today. Sounds like a great idea for young mothers and older ones, too, or anyone who wants a break from living for a few hours.
http://www.vocalpoint.com//_500001698/Articles/The_8Hour_Life_Break?tdestid=7754&tmemberid=2CCFB235-30E4-452C-85E2-9D7E5559BF16
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One of our balloons burst, too. We were both hoping that health insurance could be cut back and The Hubbie could be closer to retirement. He is a veteran but a letter came saying that yes, he is accepted but must reapply yearly. No change in the health insurance for now so no change in the job schedule.
Meanwhile, here is a website that I really enjoy. I get the email sent to my inbox. This link came today. Sounds like a great idea for young mothers and older ones, too, or anyone who wants a break from living for a few hours.
http://www.vocalpoint.com//_500001698/Articles/The_8Hour_Life_Break?tdestid=7754&tmemberid=2CCFB235-30E4-452C-85E2-9D7E5559BF16
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