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Ummm....dear Snow, isn't it Wednesday today? I know with the holiday yesterday did seem like Monday.

Thank you for keeping us updated about Fran. She is in my prayers.

It is cloudy here again today.

I gotta go to work today. Have a good one all

Does anyone know where pinenuts are sold. A favorite restaurant here makes a spinach salad to die for

I may have to travel to the city....

((((((teri)))))))

I'm so glad you found us! You sure have been through alot and have much to teach us about frugality.

When I have some spare time, I'll be sure to check out your site. Thanks for thinking of us and the kind words to describe our site and the members here!

Bless you!

Its not often, I get to start the day in here

Westie, we are waiting for your intro...:waving:...

Thank you for this post!

God bless those serving our country today and thank God for those who have given their all for our freedom!

(((((logcabinmama)))))))

We know you better than that! Rest up, sweety, you are home!

Yeah!...Thanks for the update, Dee!!

I'm Ginger and I live in Northern Michigan. I've been married to my high school sweetheart for 20 years, together we have the greatest kids; a son,(20) and a daughter (13). DS is now living on his own, no plans of college *yet*

My Senior Care Plan

There's no nursing home in my future...

when I get old, I'm checking into the

Holiday Inn! The average cost for a

nursing home is at least $188 per day.

I've already checked on reservations

at the Holiday Inn. With a combined

long-term-stay discount and senior

discount, it's $49.23 per night. That

leaves $138.77 a day for:

Breakfast, lunch and dinner in any

restaurant I want, or room service.

Laundry, gratuities and special TV movies.

Plus, Holiday Inn provides a swimming

pool, a workout room, a lounge, washer,

dryer, etc. Most have free toothpaste and

razors, and all have free shampoo and soap.

They treat you like a customer, not a

patient. Five bucks worth of tips a day

will have the entire staff scrambling

to help you.

There's a city bus stop out front, and

seniors ride free. To meet other nice

people, call a church bus on Sundays.

For a change of scenery, take the

airport shuttle bus and eat at one of

the nice restaurants there.

While you're at the airport, fly somewhere.

Otherwise, the cash keeps building up.

It takes months to get into decent nursing

homes. Holiday Inn will take your

reservation today. And you're not stuck

in one place forever - you can move from

Inn to Inn, or even from city to city. Want

to see Hawaii ? It has Holiday Inns, too.

TV broken? Light bulbs need changing?

Need to have the mattress replaced? No

problem! They fix everything and apologize

for the inconvenience.

The Inn has a night security person and

daily room service. The maid checks to

see if you're OK. If not, they'll call

the undertaker or an ambulance.

If you fall and break a hip, Medicare

will pay for the hip and Holiday Inn

will upgrade you to a suite for the rest

of your life.

And no worries about visits from family.

They'll always be glad to find you, and

probably check in for a few days mini-

vacation. The grandkids can use the pool.

What more can you ask for?

So, when I reach the golden age I'll

face it with a grin. Just forward all

my e-mail to me @holidayinn.com

**** Humorous, yet makes much sense. I would rather my loved one be living it up at a Holiday Inn than a nursing home. Of course it all depends on the medical attention they may need. But I like this idea...no taxes, housekeeping and a carefree way to live out your golden years. Why wait for retirement!!?

Wishing you many blessings on your birthday year, Shannon!

Hello all!

We have had sooooooo much rain! It has rained, stormed and downpoured for 4 days straight. I need to get out and weed my jungle.....it needs attention before it gets way out of hand. Maybe I'll attempt raincoat gardening today

Nobody Believes Old People:

Everyone

thinks we are senile. An elderly couple

who were childhood sweethearts had

married and settled down in their old

neighborhood. To celebrate their fiftieth

wedding anniversary they walk down the

street to their old school. There they hold

hands as they find the old desk they'd

shared and where he had carved

I love you, Sally."

On their way back home, a bag of money

falls out of an armored car practically at

their feet. She quickly picks it up, but they

don't know what to do with it so they take

it home. There, she counts the money, and

it's fifty-thousand dollars.

The husband says, "We've got to give it

back." She says, "Finders keepers" and

she puts the money back in the bag and

hides it up in their attic.

The next day, two FBI men are going

door-to-door in the neighborhood looking

for the money and show up at their home.

They knock on the door and say "Pardon

me, but did either of you find any money

that fell out of an armored car

yesterday?"

She says, "No."

The husband says, "She's lying. She hid it

up in the attic."

She says, "Don't believe him, he's getting

senile."

But the agents sit the man down and begin

to question him. One says, Tell us the

story from the beginning."

The old man says, "Well, when Sally and I

were walking home from school

yesterday..."

The FBI guy looks at his partner and says,

"We're outta here..."

--

This is a poem being sent from a marine. For those who read it, his letter is at the bottom of this page to his dad. It makes you truly be thankful for all of our troops.

We all came together,

Both young and old.

To fight for our freedom,

To stand and be bold.

In the midst of all evil,

We stand our ground,

And we protect our country

>From all terror around.

Peace and not war,

Is what some people say.

But I'll give my life,

So you can live the American way.

I give you the right

To talk of your peace,

To stand in your groups, And protest in our streets.

But still I fight on.

I don't (meany), I don't whine.

I'm just one of the men

Who is doing your time.

I'm harder than nails,

Stronger than any machine,

I'm the immortal soldier,

I'm a U.S. MARINE!

So stand in my shoes,

And leave from your home.

Fight for the people who hate you,

With the protests they've shown.

Fight for the stranger,

Fight for the young,

So they all may have,

The great freedom you've won.

Fight for the sick,

Fight for the poor.

Fight for the cripple,

Who lives next door.

But when your time comes,

Do what I've done.

For if you stand up for freedom

You'll stand when the fight's done.

--Corporal Aaron M. Gilbert, UNITED STATES MARINE, 'USS SAIPAN, PERSIAN GULF

MARCH 23, 2003

HEY DAD, DOWN HERE.

Do me a favor and label this "THE MARINE" and send it to everybody on your distribution list. Even leave this paragraph in it. I wan t this rolling all over the U.S. I want every home reading it. Every eye to see it. And every heart to feel it. So can you please send this out for me? I would but I am sorta on the USS SAIPAN and my e-mail time isn't that long.

You know what Dad, I wondered what it would be like to truly understand what JFK said in his inaugural speech, "When the time comes to lay down my life for my country, I do not cower from this responsibility, I welcome it."

Well, now I know. And I do, Dad, I welcome the opportunity to do what I do. Even though I have left behind a beautiful wife, and I will miss the birth of our first born child, I would do it 70 times over to fight for the place that God has made for my home.

I love you all and I miss you very much. I wish I could be there when my wife has our child, but tell her that I love her, and Lord willing, I will be coming home soon.

SEMPER, FI.

--AARON

Always!

You are blessed!

Visions of Art

By Jeanne Knape

One afternoon I toured an art museum while waiting for my husband to finish a business meeting. I was looking forward to a quiet view of the masterpieces.

A young couple viewing the paintings ahead of me chattered nonstop between themselves. I watched them a moment and decided she was doing all the talking. I admired his patience for putting up with her constant parade of words. Distracted by their noise, I moved on.

I encountered them several times as I moved through the various rooms of art. Each time I heard her constant gush of words, I moved away quickly.

I was standing at the counter of the museum gift shop making a purchase when the couple approached the exit. Before they left, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a white object. He extended it into a long cane and then tapped his way into the coatroom to get his wife's jacket.

"He's a brave man," the clerk at the counter said. "Most of us would give up if we were blinded at such a young age. During his recovery, he made a vow his life wouldn't change. So, as before, he and his wife come in whenever there's a new art show."

"But what does he get out of the art?" I asked. "He can't see."

"Can't see! You're wrong. He sees a lot. More than you or I do," the clerk said. "His wife describes each painting so he can see it in his head."

I learned something about patience, courage and love that day. I saw the patience of a young wife describing paintings to a person without sight and the courage of a husband who would not allow blindness to alter his life. And I saw the love shared by two people as I watched this couple walk away with their arms intertwined.

I voted for Rupert also. DD watched every episode but we only watched the last 2 shows and it was evident to us that Rupert deserved to win!

Its sunny here today. But very somber in our hearts. Yesterday at work, my DH witnessed a 42 year old co-worker suddenly die of a heart attack. My Dh and others tried every way to bring him back to life but couldn't. My Dh stared mortality in the face being also about the same age, husband, and a father to minor children as this man. One minute they were chatting in the breakroom and the next gone. My DH is having a rough time of it today.

Please keep in prayer this man's wife and their children.

There are rough days ahead for their family.

Hope you, your mom and Caveman feel better soon!

Lois, your grand daughter has wisdom beyond her years. Your family and the world for that matter is blessed with youth such as Bobbi Jo!

Thanks for sharing Bobbi Jo's poem. Tell her I am very proud of her!