Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Lest We Forget






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



Lest we Forget!

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Do We Really Want To Know?

There he is, laughing hilariously, with a pair of pants on his head.

Can anyone guess what could possibly be that funny to a 15 month old?

Do we really want to know . . . . . .?

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

My First Entry

Congratulations on your blog, Karen! Now that you have one, what are you going to do with it?

This is what ran thru my mind as I was setting up my blog. What was I going to say? Was there anything to say? Did I have anything relevant to say? Did anyone care what I had to say? Hmmmmmm!

Stay tuned. Together, we'll find the answers.

Big Congrats!!