The Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers

Happy Second Birthday Pink Saturday!

Please click on my Pink Saturday button and go check out the participates in this fabulous birthday bash! Beverly this butterfly cake is for you! You are the most gracious hostess.

I will try to keep this simple but I have a few pink drinks to share with you today! It is a toast in celebration of this birthday celebration!

I think I have covered all the drink choices so now go wish Beverly a great big Happy Birthday wish and celebrate! Cheers!

 Then go say hello to  Debbie at http://iamsimplydebbie.blogspot.com/. She has the sweetest blog and is a real sweetheart! Tell her hello for me!

But before you leave me please enter my giveaway for the second Pink Saturday birthday celebration. I am giving away a set of Princess House pink petal plates! I will draw the lucky winner on Saturday June 5, 2010! You don't have much time to enter so please leave a comment here and tell me you follow. Then tell everyone you know so they can get an extra entry with you when they join me here! Easy! You will receive four pink petal plates! That is a pretty pink give away I think!

Hugs to all!

John Adams: An American Patriot

Government is instituted for the common good; for the protection, safety, prosperity, and happiness of the people; and not for profit, honor, or private interest of any one man, family, or class of men; therefore, the people alone have an incontestable, unalienable and indefeasible right to institute government; and to reform, alter, or totally change the same, when their protection, safety, prosperity, and happiness require it.

The Battle Hymn of the Republic

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
“As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free;
[originally …let us die to make men free]
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

The words to this beautiful song was written  in 1861 by Julia W. Howe. This hymn was written during the American Civil War. Howe visited an army camp on the banks of the Potomac River near Washington D.C.  She heard the soldiers singing "John Brown's Body" and was taken with the strong marching beat. She wrote the words the next day. The hymn appeared in the Atlantic Monthly in 1862. It was sung at the funeral of British statesman Winston Churchill, American senator Robert F. Kennedy and American presidents Ronald Reagan and Richard Nixon.

The music John Browns Body was possibly written by John William Steffe. John Brown was an American abolitionist who lead a short lived insurrection to free slaves.

Quotes of the Day

Quote of the Day

"Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is."
– Aleksei Peshkov

9:40 P.M. The End of the Life of A Dear Doggy

Tonight at 9:40 P.M. MDT Tinkerbell our little poodle was losing a fighting battle with age and pain and she softly took that step out of this world into doggy heaven.  She was having difficulty breathing and she was crying in pain. We rushed her to the vet and she had an x ray revealing several broken ribs and fluid filling her lungs. The emergency surgery would have cost $4,000 and they did not feel she would survive. So my brave pooh girl held Tink in her arms as they sent her out of this life.

I am so sad. I am glad I wrote my silly post today for my Alphabe Thursday because it made me smile and now I want to cry. The week was difficult. A very dear and estranged friend Michelle, age 47, passed away unexpectedly on Saturday. I will blog about Michelle soon.

Monday we will celebrate the 14 years Tinkerbell lived with us. The day she moved into our lives she climbing into our bed and when my husband was ready to retire he looked up and Tink was on his pillow looking at him as if to say "What? I feel safe here!"

We are sad because we could not afford  to take her ashes home with us. They told us they would mix them with other pets and spread them in the mountains. So we are trying to find some peace with it. The bill was outrageous for oxygen, the x ray , morphine and the shot to put her down as well as the cremation. But we did what we could afford to do and we know our little doggy dear is at peace. I am posting a poem here and then I will sign off. God Bless You  all!

The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

-- Unknown

"S" is for silly

I have decided to use the "S" word silly for my Alphabe Thursday post!  Please thank Mrs. Matlock at her blog spot page Jenny Matlock.

I like to be silly. In this sad, sometime scary world we live in, you have to smile and sometime simply be silly!

I have some super, sunny, sometime silly and sometimes so far out in my silly world.

Check these out:

Question: Do you know what a honeymoon salad is?

Answer: Lettuce alone!

Question: Do you know why the blonde stared at the orange juice can?

Answer: So she could concentrate!

Question: What do you call a female moth?

Answer: A Myth!

Question: What do you call an American drawing?

Answer: A Yankee Doodle!