8.13.2007
MY BIRTHDAY STAR....
Your Birthday Star:
Your birthday star is in the constellation Eridanus.
Your birthday star is in the constellation Eridanus.
It is called 58 Eridani in the Historia Cœlestis Britannica of John Flamsteed and Edmund Halley.
It is called NS 0447-1656 in the NSta database.
It has visual magnitude 5.47 meaning that you could just see this star with the naked eye under the best viewing conditions.
It has visual magnitude 5.47 meaning that you could just see this star with the naked eye under the best viewing conditions.
It is marked in the center of this star chart, at celestial coordinates (J2000 equinox):
Right ascension
4:47:36.3
Declination
-16:56:4
This star is 43.4 light years away, which means that the light we see from it today set off on its journey at about the same time that you were born. Come back in a month or two and your birthday star may change, as the light from more distant stars reaches Earth.
Right ascension
4:47:36.3
Declination
-16:56:4
This star is 43.4 light years away, which means that the light we see from it today set off on its journey at about the same time that you were born. Come back in a month or two and your birthday star may change, as the light from more distant stars reaches Earth.
41 LIQUID BALLOONS.........
My husband, who is so thoughtful, came home for lunch today and asked me to step outside for a moment......He had released 41 blue (for liquid) balloons! How wonderful is that?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONG.....
Did you know an unauthorized public performance is a form of copyright infringement?
Is Happy Birthday Really Copyrighted?
Yes.
The melody for Happy Birthday was first penned by two sisters from Kentucky, Mildred J. Hill and Patty Smith Hill. The song was called Good Morning to All, but bore the recognizable melody. The tune was first published in 1893 in the book Song Stories for the Kindergarten. The melody has since passed into the public domain, and is safe to hum in public without permission.
While it is not entirely clear who first wrote down the words for Happy Birthday, it showed up in a few places before Jessica Hill (another Hill sister) was able to demonstrate undeniable similarities between Good Morning to All and Happy Birthday and to secure the copyright to the song.
Working with the Clayton F. Summy Publishing Company, Jessica Hill published and copyrighted Happy Birthday in 1935. While the copyright should have expired in 1991, copyright has been extended repeatedly over the last quarter of the twentieth century and the copyright for Happy Birthday is now not due to expire until at least 2030.
The Clayton F. Summy Company is no longer independent, but, through a chain of purchases, the copyright for Happy Birthday To You lies securely in the hands of the Time Warner company. Happy Birthday's copyright is licensed and enforced by ASCAP, and the simple little ditty brings in more than USD $2 million in annual royalties.
Is Happy Birthday Really Copyrighted?
Yes.
The melody for Happy Birthday was first penned by two sisters from Kentucky, Mildred J. Hill and Patty Smith Hill. The song was called Good Morning to All, but bore the recognizable melody. The tune was first published in 1893 in the book Song Stories for the Kindergarten. The melody has since passed into the public domain, and is safe to hum in public without permission.
While it is not entirely clear who first wrote down the words for Happy Birthday, it showed up in a few places before Jessica Hill (another Hill sister) was able to demonstrate undeniable similarities between Good Morning to All and Happy Birthday and to secure the copyright to the song.
Working with the Clayton F. Summy Publishing Company, Jessica Hill published and copyrighted Happy Birthday in 1935. While the copyright should have expired in 1991, copyright has been extended repeatedly over the last quarter of the twentieth century and the copyright for Happy Birthday is now not due to expire until at least 2030.
The Clayton F. Summy Company is no longer independent, but, through a chain of purchases, the copyright for Happy Birthday To You lies securely in the hands of the Time Warner company. Happy Birthday's copyright is licensed and enforced by ASCAP, and the simple little ditty brings in more than USD $2 million in annual royalties.
BIRTHDAY QUOTE....
Because time itself is like a spiral, something special happens on your birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in you at birth is present once again.
- Menachem Mendel Schneerson
- Menachem Mendel Schneerson
BIRTHDAY
| Your Birthdate: August 13 |
 You're dominant and powerful. You always need to be in charge. While others respect your competence, you can be a bit of a dictator. Hard working and serious, you never let yourself down. You are exact and accurate - and you expect others to be the same way. Your strength: You always get the job done Your weakness: You're a perfectionist to a fault Your power color: Gray Your power symbol: Checkmark Your power month: April |
8.11.2007
UPDATE ON POUND TAXI....
This information came to me anonymously via commentary......I found it wonderfully interesting and informative so here's the latest "Down-Low" on not driving if you've been drinking! Thank you, Anonymous, for this information. God Bless YOU!
#Taxi is OK. I've used it. But the time it takes to get through (if you actually do get through to a taxi company) is too long. They make you press a lot of buttons on your phone or go through a dozen or more voice prompts. A much better FREE alternative is 310-TAXI (310-8294) and it doesn't cost you a dime. In fact there is absolutely no charge that shows up on your cell phone bill AT ALL! Unlike #Taxi, that doesn't even tell you that they're going to charge your cell phone bill - WITHOUT your permission. A young person has a short attention span. I know, I am one. I want my taxi service now and I don't think I should have to spend my hard earned money I make at Burger King on cell phone charges that I didn't authorize or know about. So tell your friends about 310-TAXI. It's better, faster and BEST OF ALL ITS ABSOLUTELY FREE.
#Taxi is OK. I've used it. But the time it takes to get through (if you actually do get through to a taxi company) is too long. They make you press a lot of buttons on your phone or go through a dozen or more voice prompts. A much better FREE alternative is 310-TAXI (310-8294) and it doesn't cost you a dime. In fact there is absolutely no charge that shows up on your cell phone bill AT ALL! Unlike #Taxi, that doesn't even tell you that they're going to charge your cell phone bill - WITHOUT your permission. A young person has a short attention span. I know, I am one. I want my taxi service now and I don't think I should have to spend my hard earned money I make at Burger King on cell phone charges that I didn't authorize or know about. So tell your friends about 310-TAXI. It's better, faster and BEST OF ALL ITS ABSOLUTELY FREE.
8.10.2007
JUST SO YOU KNOW....
Planning a trip to the southern part of the United States? If you've ever been down south, you are probably familiar with southern hospitality. If you haven't, you have a few friendly lessons to learn. Folks in the south are really friendly! You can meet as strangers and within a few minutes, become the best of friends. If you are planning your first trip below the Mason-Dixon Line, you should brush up on the southern culture.
Who Are They Waving At?
In the south, people like to wave. You may think the Southern Belles are practicing for the Miss America pageant. Nope, just being friendly. They wave hello, they wave goodbye, and they wave just to let you know that they saw you. Whether you are driving through downtown or down a long country road, if anyone passes you, you can bet they will give you a wave. It's just the friendly thing to do!
Small Talk
In maintaining their hospitable image, southerners love to chat. If you are running errands, make sure you allot yourself time for chit-chat. From the grocery store to the local café, you will find someone that wants to chat.
Passers-by will offer you a cheerful "Hey," that's southern talk for "Hello." You will probably hear the phrase, "Good day, ain't it?" numerous times. Just reply with a "hey" and a "Yep, sure ‘nuff is."
How's Your Mom and them?
When you are greeted with "How's your Mom and them?" this just means, "How's the family?" Just smile and say "They're all fine, just fine. Thanks for askin', and how's your mom and them?"
Y'all and Ain't
Y'all and Ain't are two words that a northerner wouldn't utter, but are commonly used by southerners. Y'all is used in reference to mean you all, everyone or every one of you. Ain't is that word that your English teacher said not to use, because it wasn't a word. Your English teacher apparently never wandered down to the south, because it sure is a word down there.
Phrases and Sayings
Some other words you should be prepared to hear include fixin', which means about to or getting ready to. As in, "I am fixin' to go to the store." "Young-uns" are small children; "reckon" means "I suppose so"; and "yonder" as in "Over yonder", which means "over there".
If you hear any other sayings with which you aren't familiar, just ask what it means. Remember, southerners are hospitable, they'll be glad to help you out. Just don't make fun of their accents or tell them how things are done up north. That just might cause the hospitality to come to an end.
Who Are They Waving At?
In the south, people like to wave. You may think the Southern Belles are practicing for the Miss America pageant. Nope, just being friendly. They wave hello, they wave goodbye, and they wave just to let you know that they saw you. Whether you are driving through downtown or down a long country road, if anyone passes you, you can bet they will give you a wave. It's just the friendly thing to do!
Small Talk
In maintaining their hospitable image, southerners love to chat. If you are running errands, make sure you allot yourself time for chit-chat. From the grocery store to the local café, you will find someone that wants to chat.
Passers-by will offer you a cheerful "Hey," that's southern talk for "Hello." You will probably hear the phrase, "Good day, ain't it?" numerous times. Just reply with a "hey" and a "Yep, sure ‘nuff is."
How's Your Mom and them?
When you are greeted with "How's your Mom and them?" this just means, "How's the family?" Just smile and say "They're all fine, just fine. Thanks for askin', and how's your mom and them?"
Y'all and Ain't
Y'all and Ain't are two words that a northerner wouldn't utter, but are commonly used by southerners. Y'all is used in reference to mean you all, everyone or every one of you. Ain't is that word that your English teacher said not to use, because it wasn't a word. Your English teacher apparently never wandered down to the south, because it sure is a word down there.
Phrases and Sayings
Some other words you should be prepared to hear include fixin', which means about to or getting ready to. As in, "I am fixin' to go to the store." "Young-uns" are small children; "reckon" means "I suppose so"; and "yonder" as in "Over yonder", which means "over there".
If you hear any other sayings with which you aren't familiar, just ask what it means. Remember, southerners are hospitable, they'll be glad to help you out. Just don't make fun of their accents or tell them how things are done up north. That just might cause the hospitality to come to an end.
MY VISIT TO THE RESTROOM....
When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't -so you carefully, but quick ly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn overin her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance." In this position your toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance." You reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!"
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose onyesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you say, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly on to the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germand life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper -not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get." By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women, still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?
"This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest???you've got to be kidding!!). And I hope this explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose onyesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you say, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly on to the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germand life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper -not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get." By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women, still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?
"This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest???you've got to be kidding!!). And I hope this explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!
POUND TAXI
This post was borrowed from a dear blogger called Pilgrim. I highly reccommend his blog, The Musing Pilgrim, for a great daily read. The following event occurred in his hometown and was ever more tragic than I could grasp! Especially after reading this post and being informed that there is no reason for this to have happend. Blessings Pilgrim, for this information and from my heart I am sorry to hear of your community's loss. ~Liquid
The story goes as follows:
"The conversation between myself and the MADD representative was rather pertinent considering just over a week prior a 19 year old boy (emphasis on the fact that he's just a wet behnd the ears kid) driving drunk struck and killed a 14 year old girl in our community. It was a tragedy on so many levels. This precious 14 year old's life was over. I can't even pretend to know the anguish of this child's family. The other tragedy was the 19 year old driver would have to live with the nightmare of the stupid decision for the remainder of his life. MADDman elaborated that the Driver's life would change in more ways than I did know. His family will be driven apart over the incident. Many in his family will disown him while others will rally behind him to help him pick up the pieces. The magnitude of the tragedy will never wane. A wedge will be driven between the two factions.
Hopelessly I searched MADDman for some type of anser to the senselessness. He told me about Pound Taxi (#-T-A-X-I).
Pound Taxi is a North American wide initiative by all cellular phone providers on the continent. If you've had too much to drink, punch #-T-A-X-I (#8295) on any cell phone and a taxi will pick you up and drive you home for a measly buck twenty-five charge to your cell phone. MADDman told me to tell my kids if they've had too much too drink and don't want to get into a car with a drunk behind the wheel, get out and dial the number. They will driven home safely.
Unfortunately, this message will only be read by a handful of people, I ask that you please get the message out to everyone you know. A simple $1.25 is not much to ask to save how many lives. "
~Pilgrim
The story goes as follows:
"The conversation between myself and the MADD representative was rather pertinent considering just over a week prior a 19 year old boy (emphasis on the fact that he's just a wet behnd the ears kid) driving drunk struck and killed a 14 year old girl in our community. It was a tragedy on so many levels. This precious 14 year old's life was over. I can't even pretend to know the anguish of this child's family. The other tragedy was the 19 year old driver would have to live with the nightmare of the stupid decision for the remainder of his life. MADDman elaborated that the Driver's life would change in more ways than I did know. His family will be driven apart over the incident. Many in his family will disown him while others will rally behind him to help him pick up the pieces. The magnitude of the tragedy will never wane. A wedge will be driven between the two factions.
Hopelessly I searched MADDman for some type of anser to the senselessness. He told me about Pound Taxi (#-T-A-X-I).
Pound Taxi is a North American wide initiative by all cellular phone providers on the continent. If you've had too much to drink, punch #-T-A-X-I (#8295) on any cell phone and a taxi will pick you up and drive you home for a measly buck twenty-five charge to your cell phone. MADDman told me to tell my kids if they've had too much too drink and don't want to get into a car with a drunk behind the wheel, get out and dial the number. They will driven home safely.
Unfortunately, this message will only be read by a handful of people, I ask that you please get the message out to everyone you know. A simple $1.25 is not much to ask to save how many lives. "
~Pilgrim
OLD IS WHEN....
"OLD" IS WHEN... Your sweetie says, "Let's go upstairs and make love," and you answer, "Pick one; I can't do both!"
"OLD" IS WHEN... Our friends compliment you on your new alligator shoes and you're barefoot.
"OLD" IS WHEN... A sexy babe catches your fancy and your pacemaker opens the garage door.
"OLD" IS WHEN... Going bra-less pulls all the wrinkles out of your face. (Love it!)
"OLD" IS WHEN... You don't care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go along.
"OLD" IS WHEN... You are cautioned to slow down by the doctor instead of by the police.
"OLD" IS WHEN... "Getting a little action" means you don't need to take any fiber today.
"OLD" IS WHEN... "Getting lucky" means you find your car in the parking lot.
"OLD" IS WHEN... An "all-nighter" means not getting up to pee.
"OLD" IS WHEN... You really know your way around, but you'd just as soon not go.
And ...
"OLD" IS WHEN...You are not really sure these are jokes.
"OLD" IS WHEN... Our friends compliment you on your new alligator shoes and you're barefoot.
"OLD" IS WHEN... A sexy babe catches your fancy and your pacemaker opens the garage door.
"OLD" IS WHEN... Going bra-less pulls all the wrinkles out of your face. (Love it!)
"OLD" IS WHEN... You don't care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go along.
"OLD" IS WHEN... You are cautioned to slow down by the doctor instead of by the police.
"OLD" IS WHEN... "Getting a little action" means you don't need to take any fiber today.
"OLD" IS WHEN... "Getting lucky" means you find your car in the parking lot.
"OLD" IS WHEN... An "all-nighter" means not getting up to pee.
"OLD" IS WHEN... You really know your way around, but you'd just as soon not go.
And ...
"OLD" IS WHEN...You are not really sure these are jokes.
8.09.2007
AND I ASK YOU WHY.....
So, I am sitting on a tire in a yard full of southern treasures when "POOF" a rooster flies toward me and roosts' (literally) in my lap. What does this say about me? Where was I ...........can't tell you... it's a secret place.........How and why..............................Do rooster's need love too?
8.08.2007
LOVE TAKES A BOX OF CRAYONS....
I'm only four years old he said..
As he climbed up on the chair.
And handed me the picture he had drawn.
My eyes then engulfed tears as I saw his meticulous attempts to swoon emotional growth.
I knew just how to color Mamma's eyes and Daddy's hair.
But Mam, I still think there's something wrong.
There's one color missing and I just don't know...
If it's gold or green or blue or red.
He said,
which one of my crayons is the color of true love?
Well, I just looked at him and then I said...
Love is red cause it lives within the heart
Love is blue cause it's wider than the sky
yLove is green cause it's deeper than the forest or the ocean
Love is white like a dove for it can fly
Love is gold cause it warms us like the sun
Love is brown like the earth, it helps us grow
Love takes a whole box of crayons to imagine
Love is the heart's rainbow.
I said,
" I've seen little baby's born.
And I've seen old friends pass away."
Love has made me laugh and made me cry.
There ain't just one kind of love
It changes everyday.
And if I had to guess I'd say that's why...
Love is red cause it lives within the heart.
Love is blue cause it's wider than the sky.
Love is green cause it's deeper than the forest or the ocean.
Love is white like a dove, for it can fly.
Love is gold cause it warms us like the sun.
Love is brown like the earth, it helps us grow.
Love takes a whole box of crayons to imagine.
Love is the heart's rainbow.
And he said,
"Oh, thank you, Mam....
Thank you!"
He said,
"Now I think I knowwhat it is that I have got to do.
"He said ,"I'll go get my crayons
And I'll make a big rainbow
And I'll put in one color just for you...
He said :
Love is red cause it lives within the heart
Love is blue cause it's wider than the sky
Love is green cause it's deeper than the forest or the ocean
Love is white like a dove for it can fly
Love is gold cause it warms us like the sun
Love is brown like the earth, it helps us grow
Love takes a whole box of crayons to imagine
Because love is the heart's rainbow.
As he climbed up on the chair.
And handed me the picture he had drawn.
My eyes then engulfed tears as I saw his meticulous attempts to swoon emotional growth.
I knew just how to color Mamma's eyes and Daddy's hair.
But Mam, I still think there's something wrong.
There's one color missing and I just don't know...
If it's gold or green or blue or red.
He said,
which one of my crayons is the color of true love?
Well, I just looked at him and then I said...
Love is red cause it lives within the heart
Love is blue cause it's wider than the sky
yLove is green cause it's deeper than the forest or the ocean
Love is white like a dove for it can fly
Love is gold cause it warms us like the sun
Love is brown like the earth, it helps us grow
Love takes a whole box of crayons to imagine
Love is the heart's rainbow.
I said,
" I've seen little baby's born.
And I've seen old friends pass away."
Love has made me laugh and made me cry.
There ain't just one kind of love
It changes everyday.
And if I had to guess I'd say that's why...
Love is red cause it lives within the heart.
Love is blue cause it's wider than the sky.
Love is green cause it's deeper than the forest or the ocean.
Love is white like a dove, for it can fly.
Love is gold cause it warms us like the sun.
Love is brown like the earth, it helps us grow.
Love takes a whole box of crayons to imagine.
Love is the heart's rainbow.
And he said,
"Oh, thank you, Mam....
Thank you!"
He said,
"Now I think I knowwhat it is that I have got to do.
"He said ,"I'll go get my crayons
And I'll make a big rainbow
And I'll put in one color just for you...
He said :
Love is red cause it lives within the heart
Love is blue cause it's wider than the sky
Love is green cause it's deeper than the forest or the ocean
Love is white like a dove for it can fly
Love is gold cause it warms us like the sun
Love is brown like the earth, it helps us grow
Love takes a whole box of crayons to imagine
Because love is the heart's rainbow.
JUST A THOUGHT....
I'm beginning to see how simplicity and imperfection is, in some things,
Marks of beauty and a cause for wonder....
It's funny how you can be walking through life towards your dreams,
But only when you soak up every precious moment that it has to offer,
Are you relishing each breath you take,
It is then that you are living it all to it's fullest.
I think when we learn to pay attention to the things in life that would normally seem unimportant and insignificant to our happiness,
only then do we really understand...
How blessed we are to be here!
Marks of beauty and a cause for wonder....
It's funny how you can be walking through life towards your dreams,
But only when you soak up every precious moment that it has to offer,
Are you relishing each breath you take,
It is then that you are living it all to it's fullest.
I think when we learn to pay attention to the things in life that would normally seem unimportant and insignificant to our happiness,
only then do we really understand...
How blessed we are to be here!
8.06.2007
LIQUID WATERMELON....
I wish you could join me on the veranda as I slice up one of my prize watermelons! It's a LIQUID WATERMELON.....................yum!
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