I saw this video at Blackfive and HotAir. I liked it. Music is a subjective thing…the message is what is important…and conservative doesn’t have to mean Lawrence Welk. Considering the uproar in North Carolina over a proposed curriculum change anything that encourages learning about the founding of this country is a plus. Just sayin’.
(I thought King George and the grapes reminiscent of the scene in LoTR when Denethor sends Faramir on the suicide mission to Osgiliath.) And..(Ben Franklin pushing up his specs….priceless.)
Love,
Mom
Here’s the lyrics:
Halfway across the globe, and we’re standing on new ground.
Screaming across the waves you can’t hear a sound.
There’s no fair trials, no trade, no liberties.
No Tea!
We’ve colonized America, we won’t stand for tyranny!
O King:
And it’s too late to apologize.
It’s too late!
I said it’s too late to apologize.
It’s too late!
We’ve paid your foolish tax, read the acts and they just won’t do.
We want to make it clear, we believe this much is true:
All men were created with certain unalienable rights!
Among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness!
It’s too late to apologize!
It’s too late!
I said it’s too late to apologize.
It’s too late!
It’s too late to apologize!
It’s too late!
I said it’s too late to apologize.
It’s too late!
I said it’s too late to apologize.
It’s too late!
Halfway across the globe, and we’re standing on new ground.
On the kitchen table, there’s a whole long list of stuff I need to get done today . I was making pretty good progress until I stopped to have a cup of coffee and check email and read a little news. I found the video below over at Weasel Zippers. WATCH IT. Momma wasn’t kidding when she issued that tissue alert.
As Chris paraphrases in the Wednesday Hero posts every week…”It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.”
How in the world do you thank someone like Master Sergeant Benavidez? The Navy knew how...
Love,
Mom
Beautiful scrapbook paper.
The A & E show Hoarders. I come away from it feeling like Martha Stewart on steroids.
OPI nail polish…and their creative color names. (Fiji Weegee Fawn and Aphrodite’s Pink Nightie.)
Assistant Manager D, who is leaving for another assignment today. He is an honorable man and a great manager. I’ll miss working with him.
Walter Lord. I’m reading Day of Infamy. His descriptions of the attack on Pearl Harbor have had me near tears several times.
Love,
Mom
…but that’s only because there aren’t enough hours in the day.
(Although some couch time would be nice.)
Love,
Mom
DH saw this over at HillBuzz….frickin’ awesome!
J. R. R. Tolkien
Happy Eleventy-eighth Birthday!
From the Tolkien Society:
“On the 3rd January 1892 JRR Tolkien was born in Bloemfontein, South Africa. To celebrate this event, on this day each year Tolkien fans around the world are invited to raise a glass and toast the birthday of this much loved author.
The toast is “The Professor”.
For those unfamiliar with British toast-drinking ceremonies:
To make the Birthday Toast, you stand, raise a glass of your choice of drink (not necessarily alcoholic), and say the words ‘The Professor’ before taking a sip (or swig, if that’s more appropriate for your drink). Sit and enjoy the rest of your drink.”
(There’s a disclaimer about responsible consuming of alcoholic beverages…blah blah blah. ) The toasts are to be made at 9 p.m. whatever your local time…or beverage.
I have a stack of books I received for Christmas (and a few I bought for myself) that I’m antsy to get into….but it’s been a year or so since I opened the trilogy…I think I will indulge myself with another reading of the Professor.
“I wish the ring had never come to me…I wish none of this had happened.”
“So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”
TO THE PROFESSOR!
Love,
Mom
“Gratitude is the memory of the heart”
I had the best of intentions…to write a Thanksgiving post…Christmas post…Christmas cards…New Year’s post. Somehow none of it got done. Too many other things to do…not enough time…wonky feet. (Plantar fasciitis…who’da thunk sitting could make your feet hurt as bad as standing on them all day!)
How often do we hear the phrase “keep Christmas in your heart all year long”? Personally, I want to keep Thanksgiving in my heart all year long. I’ve got be truthful, sometimes it’s not easy. Especially working retail…there are some very crabby people in the world in case you haven’t noticed. And that is part of the reason for the gratitude lists and the memory garden…I don’t want to add to the general crabiness. ( That is not to say I can’t be bitchy. But I try to have logic and good reasons behind that bitchiness.)
2009 wasn’t an easy year…are any of them really? And yet, if I put my mind to it, the list would be quite long…there is so much that was wonderful and that I am so very grateful for.
The photo above is my Memory Garden. The candle burns every night in thanksgiving and for the safety of our troops. (As well as any other “special intentions”.)
See the moon roll across the stars
See the seasons turn like a heart
Your father’s days are lost to you
This is your time to do what you will do
Chorus
Your life is now
Your life is now
Your life is now
In this undiscovered moment
Lift your head up above the crowd
You could shake this world
If you would only show us how
Your life is nowWould you teach your children to tell the truth
Would you take the high road if you could choose
Do you believe you’re a victim of a great compromise
Because I believe you change your mind, you change our lives
(George Green, John Mellencamp)
I know somewhere beyond the snowy clouds tonight the moon rolls across the stars…and my life is now.
Love and Happy New Year,
Mom
* “I write a lot of songs that could be interpreted as big patriotic songs, but in reality they’re questioning the direction the country is going. After every song in Boston, 20,000 people were going, ‘USA, USA.’ I thought, man. I almost asked them to stop, stop doing that. I don’t like it. I don’t like hearing that chant.” — John Cougar Mellencamp
31 December
“There are stars who’s light only reaches the earth long after they have fallen apart. There are people who’s remembrance gives light in this world, long after they have passed away. This light shines in our darkest night on the road we must follow.
The Talmud
Love,
M*A
Almost ready…but I wanted to share…Christmas promises…
“If this kindness we feel is just pretending
If we pretend long enough
Never giving up
It just might be who we are”
Merry Christmas
Love you all,
Mom
Love,
Mom
