doodlebugmom: May 2005

A Nation that does not honor its veterans has no consoius.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place;
and in the sky
The larks,
still bravely singing,
fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead.
Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn,
saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved,
and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw The torch;
be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
-John McCrae

http://www3.sympatico.ca/goweezer/canada/flanders.htm

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Soldiers are ordinary people

Who do extrordinary things

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/29/2005 10:39:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

A good character is the best tombstone.....

A good character is the best tombstone. Those who loved you and were helped by you will remember you when forget-me-nots have withered. Carve your name on hearts, not on marble. ~Charles H. Spurgeon

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/26/2005 12:57:00 PM | Permalink

To give vent now and then to his feelings, whether of pleasure or discontent, is a great ease to a man's heart. ~Francesco Guicciardini

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/25/2005 02:17:00 PM | Permalink

Colleen's challenge:

The last CD I bought:

Not sure of the title, Relient K for my oldest DD for Christmas

Song Playing write now:
How Far by Martina McBride

Five Songs I listen to that mean alot to me:

(This is going to be tough to narrow it down)

* For the Good Times. Ray Price.
Don't look so sad, I know it's over
But life goes on and this old world will keep on turning
Let's just be glad we had some time to spend together
There's no need to watch the bridges that we're burning

Lay your head upon my pillow
Hold your warm and tender body close to mine
Hear the whisper of the raindrops blowing soft against the window
And make believe you love me one more time
For the good times.

I'll get along, you'll find another
And I'll be here if you should find you ever need me
Don't say a word about tomorrow or forever
There'll be time enough for sadness when you leave me.

Lay your head upon my pillow
Hold your warm and tender body close to mine
Hear the whisper of the raindrops blowing soft against the window
And make believe you love me one more time For the good times

* Hymm of Promise written by Natalie A. Sleeth. This song we sang at my mom's funeral. It always chokes me up.
In the bulb there is a flower;
in the seed, an apple tree;
In cocoons, a hidden promise:
butterflies will soon be free!
In the cold and snow of winter
there’s a spring that waits to be,
Unrevealed until its season,
something God alone can see.

There’s a song in every silence,
seeking word and melody;
There’s a dawn in every darkness,
bringing hope to you and me.
From the past will come the future;
what it holds, a mystery,
Unrevealed until its season,
something God alone can see.

In our end is our beginning;
in our time, infinity;
In our doubt there is believing;
in our life, eternity,
In our death, a resurrection;
at the last, a victory,
Unrevealed until its season,
something God alone can see.

* Look at Us. Vince Gill...this was my mom and dad's song.
Look at us
After all these yars together
Look at usAfter all that we’ve been through
Look at us
Still leaning on each other
If you want to see
How true love should be
Then just look at us

Look at you
Still pretty as a picture
Look at me
Still crazy over you
Look at us
Still believin’ in forever

In a hundred years from now
I know without a doubt
They’ll all look back and wonder how
We made it all work out
Chances are
We’ll go down in history
When they want to see
How true love should be
They’ll just look at us

I Can Only Imagine, I like the Jeff Carson version. Played at the funeral of my dear friend who died of breast cancer last spring.

I can only imagine
What it will be like
When I walk By your side
I can only imagine
What my eyes will see
When your face Is before me
I can only imagine

[Chorus:]
Surrounded by Your glory,
what will my heart feel
Will I dance for you Jesus
or in awe of you be still
Will I stand in your presence
or to my knees will I fall Will I sing hallelujah,
will I be able to speak at all
I can only imagine

I can only imagine
When that day comes
And I find myself Standing in the Son
I can only imagine
When all I will do
Is forever
Forever worship
You I can only imagine

[Chorus]

I can only imagine

I can only imagine
When all I will do Is forever,
forever worship You

*In My Daughter's Eyes. Martina McBride...what can I say? I am a mom :)
In my daughter's eyes
I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be
In my daughter's eyes

In my daughter's eyes
everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light and theworld is at peace
This miracle God gave to me
gives me strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter's eyes

And when she wraps her hand around my finger
Oh it puts a smile in my heart
Everything becomes a little clearer
I realize what life is all about
It's hangin' on when your heart has had enough
It's giving more when you feel like giving up
I've seen the light
It's in my daughter's eyes

In my daughter's eyes
I can see the future
A reflection of who I am and what will be
Though she'll grow and someday leave
Maybe raise a family
When I'm gone I hope you see
how happy she made me
For I'll be there
In my daughter's eyes

Now I am supposed to pass this challange on to others. Anyone who wants to share is welcome too. Post a comment or email me!

:o)

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/24/2005 01:36:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

She also got a close up of the cat

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/22/2005 06:46:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

A 10 year old girl can never have

too many flip flops.

And when she does...

she takes a picture of them!

:o)

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/22/2005 06:44:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

Little Johnny

This is too cute not to share:

Little Johnny was staying with his grandmother for a few days. He'd been playing outside with the other kids for a while when he came into the house and asked her, "Grandma, what is that thing called when people are sleeping on top of each other?"

She was a little taken aback, but decided that her responsibility wasto tell him the truth... "It's called sexual intercourse, darling.

"Little Johnny just said, "Oh, OK," and went back outside to play with the other kids. A few minutes later he came back in and said angrily, "Grandma, it is NOT called sexual intercourse! It's called Bunk Beds!"

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/21/2005 10:21:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it. William Arthur Ward

Hey Colleen, thanks for posting comments!

Hint for everyone else: you can post comments, too!

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/21/2005 10:06:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

Mitzi. Don't let the sweet face fool ya!

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/19/2005 08:38:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole. ~Roger Caras

I have never been a dog lover. But my son has a dog and I can't help but like her. Even though she smells funny! She is Mitzi. A siberian husky. A beautiful dog.

She is a killer too. She kills any critter that comes into the yard. Countless racoons, a weasel, and a skunk (only one, she learned from that). She cost me over $100 in chickens. I imagine it was great fun to chase the neighbor's chickens. But don't know why she had to kill all of them.

We came home late yesterday afternoon. She was all excited. Yipping and dancing around. She lead us over to the tree and looked up. There it was. A big fat woodchuck. She was very proud that she had treed him (i am only assuming it was a "he"). The kids were excited. They wanted to knock him down so she could chase it more. I was not too keen on that idea. A wild animal, with very big teeth, in my back yard and scared for its life. Not my idea of a fun time! I made them wait for dad to get home.

We did take a picture, but it was very dark and it didn't turn out. Maybe I can download a picture from the internet and make a page of all the critters she has saved us from! We do have a nice shot of the weasel!

:o)

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/18/2005 11:36:00 AM | Permalink | Comments

May 18,2005

Today would have been my Grandma's birthday. I don't have many pictures of her. I doubt she would be happy I chose this one to share. She was always very prim and proper. And here she is at the Lake. Her hair blowing in the breeze...But I love this picture. It is a reminder of all those family picnics at the Lake. I love how I am looking up at her...Very symbolic.

She had a hard life. My grandfather died very young. But I never heard her complain. She raised three daughters, kept a lovely home that my grandfather built himself. She loved her family. She traced her family history back hundreds of years, which was an amazing feat ...Long before the internet made such research easier! Then she typed each child and grandchild a copy. On her old manual type writer. I can't imagine how many hours she spent! I am sure it was a labor of love. She always encouraged us to keep the family history up-to-date (shame on me I have not), adding in spouses and children, recording dates of deaths, etc.

But I still have my copy. 30 years after she typed it for me!
It is precious.
So was she.
I miss her.

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/18/2005 08:29:00 AM | Permalink | Comments

he never knew what hit him!

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/16/2005 04:13:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

Bored at work today and doing a little surfing. I found this site.

http://www.cindysporch.net/

Thought I would share! And this way I can find it later!

:o)

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/16/2005 12:25:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

I have no idea how I finally got this picture here!

But I finally got one posted...So I know it is possible! And yup, this is exactly how I feel this morning!

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/16/2005 07:19:00 AM | Permalink | Comments

Babies are always more trouble than you thought - and more wonderful. Charles Osgood

A co-worker (of my dh) and his wife were in desparate need of a babysitter yesterday. So, yep, you guessed it! I could not resist. The little guy just turned one. And he is adorable. Blonde curls and a silly grin. A good little baby.

Now I know why we have babies when we are young! I was so tired by the end of the day. Of course it didn't help that my house is not baby-proof and he is inquizative and quick! He was here from 5:30 am til 8 pm. Makes a long day for baby, and babysitter. And I can only guess how glad his mom was to see him at the end of her 12 hour shift and long commute.

Didn't know quite what to say when the mom asked, ""What are you doing next weekend?"

!!

:o)

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/15/2005 09:18:00 AM | Permalink | Comments

"Everyone seems normal until you get to know them!"

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/15/2005 09:14:00 AM | Permalink | Comments

UGH!

(he he...do I give Charlie Brown credit for that quote??)

Why do I do dumb things?? Why do I talk (or type) before I think?? Will I ever learn?? Probably not. I think I am beyond help. Goodness. what a day. Friday the 13th...hmmmm.

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/13/2005 11:23:00 AM | Permalink | Comments

A loyal friend laughs at your jokes when they're not so good, and sympathizes with your problems when they're not so bad.

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/10/2005 02:36:00 PM | Permalink

Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance. ~Dave Barry

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/09/2005 11:24:00 AM | Permalink

Wherever you go, go with all your heart. Confucius

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/06/2005 06:46:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

"its kinda like an old sad song, it kills you but you sing along"

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/06/2005 09:40:00 AM | Permalink | Comments

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

Neat quote, don't you think? Too bad I dont have anything profound to say about it.

I do try to give of myself. I am a Stephen Minister.

I love being a Stephen Minister. Some times I feel I have failed "my lady." (sometimes things beyond our control mess up those best laid plans). But when I think about it. I know I have made a difference in her life. And she has made a difference in mine. Its such a great program.

http://stephenministry.org/

My classmates in training have become my friends. It so happened that year we were all women. And we really don't have a whole lot on common. We are different ages, occupations, socail standing. We share so many things tho. Laughter, tears, trust, and most importantly: faith. They are amazing women. I am glad to have gotten to know them. And glad to call them my friends.

:o)

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/06/2005 09:25:00 AM | Permalink | Comments

Linda

I have never loved my name. But I grew up when almost all the girls were Linda or Lori or Lisa. Its not a bad name. I never have to spell it.Growing up, I could always find a pencil or something with my name on it. When I went away to college my best friend had a horse named Linda.

Heck there are even songs about Linda. Conway Twitty was "Lying here with Linda on (his) mind". Eric Clapton telling me "Slow Down Linda" and who can for get "La La La Lovely Linda" since those are almost the lyrics to the entire song by Paul McCartney! I did a google search for Linda +lyrics and got over a million hits...geesh....dont worry. I am not cheking them all out! I will never be that bored!

I hope my kids like they names we chose for them. I wanted names that were not too common, but not off the wall either. So far they have not complained.

My Grandma Stella gave me some advice when I was pregnant with my oldest: Go to your back door, and yell the name you have in mind as loud as you can about 100 times. Hope you like that name, because you will be yelling that from the back door many, many times! My grandma could be very funny, but she was right on the money with that backdoor thing! She also used to tell me "Your baby isnt spoiled! ALL babies smell like that! hehehe.

:o)

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/04/2005 12:20:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but it gets you nowhere. ~Glenn Turner

I am a worrier! One of my biggest faults. My mom was a worrier. My grandma was a worrier. I am carrying on the tradition. I worry about things I have no control over. Bad huh? I try real hard to give my worries to God. And turn them into prayers.

I need to make a prayer list, like that seemingly endless prayer list ever Sunday at church. One of my own family and friends.
I will keep them in my prayers and my self too. Hope God gives me strength to use my Stephen Ministry training to make a difference.

:o)

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/02/2005 09:06:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

May 2,2005

People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within. ~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

My quote didnt fit in the title.

Alzheimer's disease is a rotten disease. One of my co-workers brings his wife to work everyday. She has Alzheimer's. He tells me so often, "I wish you could have known her when she was right" I bet she was a lovely lady. Now she is scared and medicated to the point of no return. This business is not the place for her. In fact some days I get so angry I get stuck with her. But he thinks he is doing the right think. Caring for her, on his own. 24-7. I am the only break he gets. She sits in the office with me...and sometimes she is no bother. Other times, I know she should not be here. She is bad for business. She has no control of her bodily functions and somedays the smell is unberable. But my boss is like me, too nice. To afraid to hurt this mans feelings by telling her she can not come along anymore. I like having a boss thats a big softy. And I admire my co-worker for caring for his wife. For better or worse, thats what its all about. But somedays i could just go nuts myself

Posted by doodlebugmom at 5/02/2005 10:35:00 AM | Permalink | Comments