Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Au revoir et attendez une carte de poteau
Pour assurer ceux de vous qui pensent que mon Français s'est amélioré rigoureusement, examinez ceci dehors !
Monday, January 28, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
For those of you that don't know who Phelps is, look him up. I won't put a link here to anything about him. But he sure does make it hard to believe in free speech and the freedom to gather. It makes it even more difficult when the flying monkeys decend on a funeral of someone that has died in Iraq or when you see the offensive url that takes you to their sick website.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
There was Libia Foglesong - I mean just the name is great! Libia was an avid gardener and she dropped dead working in her garden.
Then there was the woman after my own heart. No sooner had she returned from one trip than she began to plan her next. Irene was a loving mother and a dedicated and passionate partner in her 32 year marriage.
People often ask me, why do read the obits? It is not because I am getting older and feel as long as I don't see my own name... That is not it. I just enjoy reading about people's lives. How do you fit an entire life into just a few words. I have told you in the past that I read them because "he loved pickles" what a wonderful thing to remember about someone.
This week I have another reason: Pete Miller lived a long life, he was born in 1914 and believed in fate and destiny. He met his wife when she was directed to a wrong number and it was him. His favorite word was "why". He was filled with wonder at the progress of technology. After retirement he learned Spanish and ran with the bulls in Pamplona. He will be interred with his wife Blanch who died in 2003 after 60 years together. He did not want to be remembered with flowers, but by following his advice to live life well and happily. But what I liked most was that he would say good bye to friends with this words: "Thank you for being my friend".
So, if I don't say it to your face I want to say it here: "Thank you for being my friend".
Friday, January 11, 2008
It seems that the family involved here feels that the teddy is the mom's recently departed cousin. I do wonder why they feel that. Did the cousin like teddy bears? Was their name Ted? Maybe they just looked like a teddy? If I am going to expand all the energy required to come back, I tend to think it takes lots of energy or everyone would be make appearances, I am going to come back first as something much better looking than a teddy bear and someplace a little roomier than inside some knocked up chick.