I Still Can Not Believe It

Off I Go

Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
Climbing high into the sun;
Here they come, zooming to meet our thunder,
At 'em, boys, give'er the gun!
Down we dive, spouting our flame from under,
Off with one helleva roar,
We live in fame or go down in flame, hey!
Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps!

Travel Day

Going to Denver today so I can fly in a B-17 on my birthday tomorrow. I'll take enough photos to bore you silly with when I get back home.

Continuing Yesterday's Discussion.....

Yep, It Was Weiner's Wiener!

US Congressman Anthony Wiener finally admitted he sent a close-up photo of his underwear clad body to a women via Twitter. Chris Matthews, host of MSNBC political talk show Hardball, called this another example of "the juvenilization of America." He is right. How many Congressmen have been caught with their pants down (pun intended) in the last ten years? What is it about being elected to political office that turns grown men into immature, hormonally driven adolescents? Who, when they get caught react like children. Insisting they did not do anything for way, way, too long instead of acting like adults and saying, "Yes, I did it. I'm sorry, it was foolish, and I promise not to do it again." Of course it is not just the men, Sarah Palin still insists she wasn't wrong in her assertion that Paul Revere made his famous ride to warn the British that the British were coming....Wait, now I'm confused.

Still, is not just the politicians who act this way. So many people in our society would rather be perceived as being young rather than as a full-grown, responsible adult. We are a nation of perpetual adolescents. We want what we want when we want, we do not want anyone telling us what to do, and we definitely do not want anyone calling us on anything we might have done wrong. We are the children our parents warned us about.

Looks Like That Volcanic Ash From Iceland Has Reached The United States

The sun as seen from my front porch this morning.

The Midnight Ride Of Paul Revere

Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.

He said to his friend, 'If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light--
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm.'


[...]So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo for evermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

I'm putting this poem on my blog because some people are a little confused about what Paul Revere actually did back in April of Seventeen Seventy-five.

The complete poem, along with information about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Paul Revere's ride, can be found here.

Work, Work, Work

Busy day cleaning the house, working in the yard, mowing the grass, taking recyclables up to the recycle shed and sorting them into the correct bins, but still need to water the plants and flowers. Nothing like working up a sweat to make your body feel good.

Jesus Is Real

While driving to and from visiting my husband's cousin this weekend I was both surprised and disappointed by the numerous billboards that line Interstate 70 between Goodland and Russell, Kansas. Former First Lady Lady Bird Johnson would break down in tears if she only knew what has been done to the 1965 Highway Beautification Act that she had worked so hard on.

One of the billboards that caught my eye was a painting of Jesus holding his right hand up with palm facing forward. Across the bottom of the painting were the words, JESUS IS REAL. At first I wondered if Jesus was talking about himself but I'm pretty sure he would never speak in the third person like some egocentric rap star or sports figure so it must have been a statement of fact. Still, it was confusing since it reads like an incomplete sentence. What could it mean?

JESUS IS REAL BUT SANTA CLAUS IS NOT *

JESUS IS REAL BUT THE EASTER BUNNY IS NOT **

JESUS IS REALLY CUTE

JESUS IS REALLY DISAPPOINTED IN ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO FOCUS ON HIS AND THEIR OWN DEATHS INSTEAD OF FOCUSING ON HIS LIFE TEACHINGS

JESUS IS REALITY

I kind of like the last one, it is so Zen like.



*Santa would like to point out that just like Jesus he is real but unlike Jesus he is not dead. I think Santa is a little touchy about the subject.

**The Easter Bunny would probably refute this statement if he wasn't an anthropomorphized imaginary animal.

Memorial Day Weekend

Three day weekends are a killer. I have a post-holiday, too much travel, too much food, too much excitement, too many memories of too many people who have passed, hang-over. For the rest of the week I'll be confused about what day it is. Hope your weekend went well.