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Today’s life lesson: eating bacon too soon after it leaves the pan can give you a burnt lip.
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Yesterday was not a very productive day for me, at least not in the morning. I was dragging from lack of sleep (sometimes I just can’t shut down and SLEEP) and the morning was hectic for the boys because of it. Still, we manage. I did get my errands done, including mailing Harry‘s prize! Also fit in a trip to Costco, where I pretty much stuck to my list (there’s a concept!), picked up the fundraiser items at H-J’s school, and was home by 3 o’clock to meet SnakeMaster’s bus. Then I took a nap!
I made 3 batches of pumpkin spice friendship bread last night, plus oven fried catfish and homemade wheat bread–LOVE my bread machine!
I’m off to do some quick grocery shopping (stuff I couldn’t get at Costco), pick up a meds refill, come back and bake & cook for tonight. It’s my turn to provide dinner for the middle school youth group, but the guys at home need to eat, too! Go figure.
SnakeMaster is home today with a tender tummy. Last week he missed a day of school due to sinus pain and a bad cold, now it’s his stomach. EB was falling asleep doing his homework yesterday afternoon, but I kept him awake until it was finished. He didn’t eat his usual 3-4 servings of supper (only had 2nds!) and he’s got that nasty cold, so I sent him to bed at 7:30pm with appropriate cold meds and a Tylenol PM. He slept until 7:30am, took more cold meds, and actually had time to eat breakfast after his shower (first time this week)!
How is your day going?
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Why poppies? The following is from Wikipedia:
The poppy of wartime remembrance is the red corn poppy, Papaver rhoeas. This poppy is a common weed in Europe and is found in many locations, including Flanders Fields. This is because the corn poppy was one of the only plants that grew on the battlefield. It thrives in disturbed soil, which was abundant on the battlefield due to intensive shelling. During the few weeks the plant blossomed, the battlefield was coloured blood red, not just from the red flower that grew in great numbers but also from the blood of the dead soldiers who lay on the otherwise barren battlegrounds.[citation needed] Thus the plant became a symbol for the dead World War I soldiers. In many Commonwealth countries and in the United States, artificial, paper or plastic versions of this poppy are worn to commemorate the sacrifice of veterans and civilians in World War I and other wars, during the weeks preceding Remembrance Day on November 11.
Poppies stand as a prominent feature of In Flanders Fields, one of the most frequently quoted English-language poems composed by front-line personnel during the First World War. It was written by John McCrae, a doctor serving in the Royal Canadian Army Medical Corps, and appeared for the first time in Punch magazine on December 8, 1915.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
– John McCrae
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My family will be attending a program tonight that honors our Veterans. While our schools are in session today, the high school has a 90 minute program this morning at 9 o’clock, and MusicMan is ready to perform with the band. This program is repeated at 7pm for the community. The high school Veterans Club spends an entire year planning this event; tomorrow morning they will recap tonight’s program and begin work on next year’s program. Really. Toward the end of the program, each Service’s Song is played and you are asked to stand if you –or a family member– have served.
I stand for my grandfather, a beloved WWII Navy Chaplain who served on the USS Intrepid,
my uncle (Army, Vietnam),
my brother (Marines, Operation Desert Storm),
and most of all, my husband (active duty Army for 18 years).
The necklace I made when SuperDad was deployed to Iraq
The other side of the medallion says “Faithful to God, Faithful to Family, Faithful to Self” (a reference to the commitment ceremony we voluntarily attended before the deployment) and I am wearing it today. It reminds me not only of my family’s sacrifices but also those sacrifices made by all Service Members and their families — past, present, and future.
I am thankful for wonderful blogging friends. Whether you make me smile or make me think more deeply, you each brighten my day. Because the following people took the time to give their answers to my questions, I would like to give Caffienated Cowgirl, David, Farmer*sWife, Gary, Harry Martin, Jenn, and tt the following award:
I’d also like to thank Real Life Fairy Princess for giving up her secret recipe for making blog awards! (So please grab one for yourself, too!)
Last night I had SnakeMaster help me with the drawing:
Stirring up the folded papers and reaching in...
Got one!
And the winner is...
Harry Martin of prohomemaker.com
Congratulations, Harry! I’ll need your address to send you the prize! (You should have my e-mail address in your blog records, somewhere…)
I know you will enjoy what I send you; I’ll keep the rest of us in suspense! 😉
Promise me you’ll blog it and link back here, pretty please?!? And maybe even pay-it-forward somehow, in your own way? Because that is how it came to be…
This drawing has been certified as fair and honest:
Cub Scout's honor!
Thanks, everyone! I was blessed by your participation.
I invited my husband on a day-date last Friday, giving him the choice: a 12-mile bike ride or a drive to a hiking spot. I’m grateful he chose the drive & hike, because that allowed me to take plenty of photos!
Our first stop was our first crossing of the Potomac River.
looking west toward the Blue Ridge
I’m guessing that Odd Mix and family at New Life Farm might recognize this view!
The water was so still that I was able to capture near-perfect reflections.
That's not algae!
Between the still water and low volume in the river, we could look down from the bridge and see the riverbed below.
Then we got back into the car and drove to one of my favorite places.
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I took the above photograph from the same spot as the one below (180 degree turn)
John Brown's fort
At the confluence of the Shenandoah & Potomac rivers
On a sunny summer day, this view would include folks floating down the river in inflatable rafts. SuperDad & boys did this back in August.
crossing the Potomac for the 3rd time
At the end of this bridge is a spiral staircase. The open steel-work steps are a challenge for me visually, so I didn’t take any photos; I have to concentrate on walking up and down those steps without getting too dizzy.
canal and towpath
lock 33 and lockmaster's house (?)
An abandoned lifestyle almost before it began, this system of locks was made obsolete by the completion of the C&O railroad. Trains were faster and cheaper.
See the large white hotel on the hilltop? Someday we hope to eat at the restaurant and spend the night there.
walking in the woods
Peek-a-boo views through leaves of gold
This little fella showed no fear at our quiet walking; he even followed us for a while.
The goal is in sight
Harpers Ferry, West Virginia
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Can you find John Brown’s “fort” – the armory he & his band of men took over in their ill-fated stand?
That is the Shenandoah River snaking toward you from the background.
SuperDad takes in the view
Definitely GOLDEN.
**Don’t forget to enter here for the Thankfulness contest!**
Contest ends Sunday at midnight; the winning name will be drawn on Monday.
CDC Alert
The Centers for Disease Control has issued a medical alert about a highly contagious, potentially dangerous virus that is transmitted orally, by hand, and even electronically. This virus is called Weary Overload Recreational Killer (WORK). If you receive WORK from your boss, any of your colleagues or anyone else via any means whatsoever – DO NOT TOUCH IT.
This virus will wipe out your private life completely. If you happen to come in contact with WORK you need to immediately leave the premises. Take two good friends to the nearest grocery store and purchase one or both of the antidotes – Work Isolation Neutralizer Extract (WINE) and Bothersome Employer Elimination Rebooter (BEER). Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.
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May friend Gary posted about his kiln named Mickey and that got me wondering…
Do you name your cars? (or anything else, like a kiln??)
What are the names? Inquiring minds want to know!
My current minivan is Betty, the last one was Olive, and the first one was Vanna.
We have also owned a full-sized Bronco named Walt, a itty-bitty station wagon named Christopher Robin, a big ol’ primer gray pickup named Moose, and a Chevy hatchback named Gracie.
**Don’t forget to enter here for the Thankfulness contest!**
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I forgot to put these at the tail end of my WWC entry, and I just know that Tink
will appreciate them, especially this one:
Bride & Groom??
Greetings from Grandmother
No foreclosure here
sharing a hot toddy
Believe it or not, this was all someone’s private display and there was no charge! We went through 3 times; it was that awesome! I was, however, more than a little creeped out by this ventriloquist:
When she was standing still near the coffin, I thought she was a mannequin. In fact, I put my face up close to see her puppet. SuperDad just about went crazy that she didn’t move and scare the pee out of me. And trust me, that WOULD have happened. I saw her in a different place the next time through, and after I finished freaking out over my close encounter, I took her picture.
The Coffin (sorry about the poor lighting)
The scene at my own house was a lot tamer:
jack-o-lantern by SnakeMaster
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