This is a site to go to for a beautiful christmas message

http://www.asilentnightmovie.com/ the pictures, music, and message is inspiring. Please check it out. Sit back and be quiet and let it into your soul.

Sunday Morning Book Club

Sunday Morning Book Club

I noticed that this site has been unused for almost a year, Does anyone want to help reserect it? It was an interesting idea when we started it, but not sure it was very user friendly, Maybe we could find some help to revamp it a little. What say out there? I will post this site on my blog and see if there is any interest from my readers. Thanks DC

THIS IS A RATHER LONG POEM BUT IT HAS TO TOUCH ALL OUR HEARTS, PLEASE READ.


A crabby old man

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Tampa,
Florida, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found
this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were
made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Missouri. The old man's sole bequest to posterity
has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St
Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made
based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the
author of this "anonymous" poem
winging across the Internet:


Crabby Old Man

What do you see, nurses. What do you see?
What are you thinking..……....... When you're looking at me?
A crabby old man .........……….. Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, ...………....... With faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food. And makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice, .. "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to
notice .......... The things that you do,
And forever is losing ...........….. A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not, ........….... Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, ……... The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? …... Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse,…....You're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am .....……....... As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ..…….... As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten . With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters ...........……. Who love one another

A young boy of sixteen .......….....With wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now. ….........A lover he'll meet
A groom soon at twenty ............. My heart gives a leap,
Remembering the
vows. That I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now, ...........…….. I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide ...…….... And a secure happy home.
A man of thirty, .......………....... My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other .....……..... With ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons ..…….... Have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me. To see I don't mourn
At fifty once more, .......……....... Babies play 'round my knee,
Again we know children, .…....... My loved one and me
Dark days are upon me, ...…..... My wife is dead,
I look at the future, ....………....... I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing. Young of their own ,
And I think of the years……….... And the
love that I've known.

I'm now an old man.......……....... And nature is cruel;
Tis jest to make old age ....…......Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, .......…..... Grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone. Where I once had a heart
But inside this old carcass ..…….. A young guy still dwells,
And now and again, ...……..........My battered heart swells
I remember the joys, .................. I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living.....…...... Life over again.

I think of the years ...……........... All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact. That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people, ........ Open and see,
Not a crabby old man; ………......
Look closer... see, ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush
aside without looking at the young soul within.....we will all, one day, be
there, too! PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM

3 # BRAIN?

A fellow blogger posted, no, bragged, that she had lost 3 pounds last week, then mentioned that she had also lost her mind and that probably her mind weighed 3 pounds.

WELL GUESS WHAT??

The brain does weigh about 3 pounds, but I just found {synchronicity?} in my reading Carl Sagan's book while on the treadmill this morning that the average brain does weigh 3 #. But what was the most interesting was that if all the fluids were removed, you know like dehydrated, your total mass would be about the size of your NAVEL!!!! Now isn't that just a hoot? Oh, I think I sprained my brain!

THIS IS HOW YOU KNOW YOU EXCELLERATED TO FAST

Thought this was a funny picture, of course it came to me with a joke attached. But you get the jist.

Well what is the book store owner reading now. Seems I have 2 or 3 books going at a time. Just finished Johathat Livingston Seagull. What a great little book. Now I am collecting all of Richard Bach's books. Just started his book "One". Also I have started a Carl Sagan book and am finishing up Dean Koontz's, From the Corner of His Eye, Great book. I think my daughter has finally got me hooked on his books. Of course I still have a pile that I keep putting aside to read.

We are finally starting to thaw out. Got about 2 in. of ice and sleet then 8 in of snow on top last week. Had to stay home Thurs, and Fri. along with most everyone else in the area. But it has been melting and roads are clear. Put another log on the fire!! 

Fluffy Critters

Well we got snow. About 8 inches of it, on top of a freezing rain. Am thankful that we could just stay home and keep the fire going and keep warm. Of course these guys needed a little TLC. Sampson, the big guy here says "Where the heck did my grass go?" Now if we could just find that darn tank heater. But guess we will have to buy a new one today. Got to go to town and stock up of grub. 

Take time for a Laugh

You are driving in a car at a constant speed. On your left side is a > >'drop off' (The ground is 18-20 inches below the level you are traveling > >on), and on your right side is a fire engine traveling at the same speed as > >you. In front of you is a galloping horse which is the same size as your > >car and you cannot overtake it. Behind you is another galloping horse. > >Both horses are also traveling at the same speed as you . What must you do > >to safely get out of this highly dangerous situation?> >> >> >








ANSWER:

> >> > * Get your drunk ass off the merry-go-round

Shed a little tear for the puppy

Coming into town this morning I saw something that made me a little sad. I saw a dog on the highway that had been killed by a car probably this morning, but what caught my eye was the rest of the family sitting off to the side on a little rise about 15 ft from the highway. It looked like the Momma dog and the rest of the litter, all sitting exactly the same and looking at the dead pup. Made me get a little catch in my throat just seeing them like that, like they knew. I have seen this "pack" of dogs for several weeks, and think they belong to a home back in the trees. This is the 2nd on to get hit in this area. They are just mixed breed mongrels. In this part of the country people let their dogs run loose, or they will confine them in small pens. Don't know which is worse. Well this was a site that I won't forget, wonder how long they will sit there??

Aspire to inspire before you Expire

Please READ

http://billoreilly.com/currentarticle Please go to this site and read this weeks article, believe me your mouth will drop open. I am not a huge O'reilly fan, but if what he says is true, we are really headed down the slippery slope.

God must love stupid people, he made so many of them

Does anyone else hate the Sonic commercials besides me?? How ignorant do they think we are out here. I could barely tolerate the woman and man, and now there are 2 men and it is so stupid, I hit the mute every time I can reach the remote. While I am at it the other comercials I truely hate is Carl Juniors, with their piggy eating styles. THATS supposed to intice me to come eat there. I think not. That was one reason we refused to eat there. OK there is my complaint for the day. Maybe I can find their web sites and tell them what I think, hmmm think they will care? Doubt it.

Jewlery for Flossy

Flossy has a bright new red halter!! A little different putting a halter on a long eared donkey than on a horse. She is getting to be so sweet. Loves to have her cheeks rubbed and her butt. She is about 4 months old now. Got to start teaching her to lead.

Well we did our first "senior" bus trip Sat. Can't believe we did. Went to Branson and saw Shoji Tabochi's christmas show. He does a wonderful show. Have to tell about the bus ride though. It was quit plush and would have been fun, except we got this old gal behind us who NEVER shutup the whole trip!! She had a loud enough voice that at least 2 seats all around her had to hear the same stuff. I now know all her family history, where all she lived, and medical history. Oh, and learned how to make cream puffs!! Now it wasn't all a waste. Not sure we would do this again for awhile. We like our own transportation and to be able to go where we want to. But it was an experience for sure. 

What makes us who we are?

Have you ever thought about what it is that makes us who we are? I mean really what is IT? You see people born into the same family that turn out so different. Why?
Is it Nature or Nuture? Is it the genes, DNA, that we inherit or the influence of how you are raised, combined with exposure to outside factors that mold us? I guess I tend to think it is a mix of both, but then I like to throw in the free choice that we have going for us. And what about predestination, I still believe that we chose the paths that we follow. I think that explains why some of us have such hard lives and some have easy times. There is Karma thrown in there. So this is a long explaination for why I am going to post this thing that I wrote over a year ago and had posted on my old blog site. I liked it then and still like it. I would love to see other think of what it is that makes them who they are and write something similar. Thanks for listening....

I am me.

I am the little girl collecting McMcall paper dolls.

I am the tears cried as mom read Lassie and Big Red to us by kerosene lamp.

I am the kid who caught grasshoppers to feed to the chickens.

I am a country girl first and always.

I am the 16 year old who ran crying in the rain when my first love moved away.

I am the 12 year old who got an ear jerked as punishment by a father who never once spanked me.

I am an old farm house made of brick with huge pine trees in the yard and a big apricot tree.

I am the girl who's best friend was a little brother.

I am home canned green beans.

I am the teenager who locked herself in the bathroom so Mom couldn't hit me with the yard stick.

I am the smell and taste of moms raised doughnuts rolled in sugar.

I am the high school drop out.

I am the 17 year old being married far to soon.

I am the nursing student who worked every weekend for gas money to get to class.

I am the nursing grad who was 2nd in her class at age 27.

I am the first baby I delivered with my own hands.

I am bleach blond hair.

I am the mother of 2 babies of my own.

I am the child who played in the pond and haymow for fun.

I am the smell of cows breath, while sitting in the hay bunk while they ate.

I am the woman who's heart has been broken, to be mended again and again.

I am music that makes me feel melancholy.

I am books that make me think of all the possibilities.

I am the keeper of the secrets.

I am a grandmother.

I am the seeker of spiritual thruth.

I am a blogger.

I am me.

Who are you?

Proof

  

Fairy Invasion

 
 
 
Monday we hiked up into our woods to post some no hunting signs and I saw for myself evidence of fairy invasion in our woods. Just look at these pictures closely and you can see their little private swimming pools 

  

  

If they could talk

I brought 2 old tins of my mothers buttons in with me today to the store. I have had the tins for at least 40 years. They are green tobacco cans. SAIL aromatic pipe tobacco a product of Holland. They have screw on lids. These were tins that my mother saved buttons in. Back in her day and my earlier day, if you threw a garmet away or made rags out of it you cut the buttons off and saved them for future use. I found some really interesting buttons. I dumped them out on the counter and as I pushed them around and looked at the interesting shapes and colors I just thought, "these buttons really hold so much history" Can you imagine the little tiny pink ones were on some dainty blouse and the huge black ones must have come off of a coat. I could tell my contributions to the tins, as they were those extra buttons that come attached to a blouse or pair of pants. Did anyone ever actually use any of them. I don't think so, I think that if I lost a button, I dug around in my sewing machine box and found one that would work. Usually it was single buttons like on a pair of pants so there was no matching. And those little swatches of yarn, never used them either.
Well if these old buttons could talk, wouldn't they have a story to tell.

You Are a Dreaming Soul

Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all... But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you. Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses. Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others. Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life. Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

 
 
Wanted to share the beautiful fall colors here in the midwest. Went to Branson over Sat. nite. Was perfect weather. Saw a great show at Pierce Arrow Theater. The second pic is taken from my front yard, looking up to the bluff. The wagon is our little donkey wagon, need to load some hay in it and decorate it, maybe next year I will do that.