Our Labor Day Weekend... (Grab a cup of coffee)...

 

This butterfly found its way to a flower.
~Sunday afternoon~

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Good Tuesday Morning from Flintville Wisconsin;
I have begun this blog no less than a half dozen times. Or so.
More than a lonely bit "blogstipated" even now, I am set to finish it...
(The "Pikes Peak or Bust" mentality of the whole thing)...
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A few days ago, I was completely p*ssed at Multiply here.
Seemed that every time I tried to open a page to read a blog or comment, it gave me this screen.
"Verify you are human".

WHAT?!?!?

I pinched myself.
It hurt.

I checked for a pulse.
It was there.

In desperation I ran to a mirror to see if I was reflective or not.
I was.

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But then came "The MOTHER" of all verifications...

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I am still snickering.
All they have missed is the word "you" on this screen.

(Yes, they are still asking me if I am human; it's just funny now)!

Hmm... Are YOU my human friend?

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My heart goes out once more to everyone that is living in the hurricane belt. And living with one right after another...
Please stay safe.
May God and Mother Nature divert the worst away from you.

The weather here has been scorching. (Please, no laughter from my friends in Alabama, Georgia and Texas).
Our highs have been in the 90's; and so, SO very dry. ugh.
Today will bring more of the same. But in September, it cools off so nicely at night that it is hard to be terribly upset about all the sweating one does during the day.
Tomorrow is to be in the mid 70's. Breathable at the very least. And perhaps we may even see a bit of rain.
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Even Punk was so hot she would not wait for the kiddie pool to fill.

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In preparation for our annual Labor Day picnic,
Casey and Greg "had at" the firepit;
~so overgrown with weeds this year...
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Even though I canceled our little picnic at the 11th hour,
that firepit turned out beautifully!
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Meet my hired help...

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Ya gotta keep a vigilant eye on this crew of mine...
hehehe
(a CLOSE eye too).

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Apparently though,
I was not vigilant enough to prevent this from happening.
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HAHAHA!!!
oops...
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Master Gabriel did not seem to mind the heat at all..
except for the sweat that made the sandbox stick to his face.

And I know that there are MANY people that cannot stand to see a dirty child.
Too many.
I hope you are not one of them, because you are about to get blasted if you are.

I say if your child cannot get dirty, there is something wrong with YOU.

Besides, isn't that what soap and detergent were invented for?

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hehehe
Tired.
Dirty.
Still darned CUTE!

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On a somewhat related note, Casey had to go to WalMart to buy a little something on Sunday evening...

While she waited for a parking spot, the guy behind her was increasingly irritated and upset.
He literally stopped his car directly behind hers as she parked, waiting for her to get out of her car.

Noticing him there, she took her time;
making him wait a little longer.

(Who the hell raised her anyway) ?!?!?

After she got out, he began berating her for making him wait.

Makes my simple mind wonder what we are teaching our children when it's OK for him to wait, just to be hollering at someone he doesn't even know?

This he did, (with a car full of children).
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• Those same children he should be holding tight.
• Protecting them.
• Teaching them patience instead of hatred.
• So they could learn that a little kindness goes a long way.

Maybe he was buying soap?
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Maybe he hadn't read that Baby Mariah had died that afternoon.
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Mariah Jean Klein
2004 - 2008

.So you speak to me in sadness and the coming of the winter,
fear that is within' you know that seems to never end,
and the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you've forgotten
and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend

and you wonder where we're going, where's the rhyme and where's the reason
and it's you cannot accept it is here we must begin
to seek the wisdom of the children
and the graceful way of flowers in the wind.

For the children and the flowers for my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow
they're a promise of the future and the blessing for today.

Though the city starts to crumble and the towers fail around us
the sun is slowly fading and it's colder than the sea
it is written: From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us
by the hand and by the heart and they will comfort you and me.

In their innocence and trusting, they will teach us to be free.

For the children and the flowers for my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
And the song that I am singing is a prayer for nonbelievers
come and stand beside us we can find a better way.
Words and Music by John Denver

 

Mariah's photo from The Green Bay Press Gazette, Obituary


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Now please go hug your own children and grandchildren.

Tight.

... Just tell them Baby Mariah sent you.

Love to all.
Hope your weekend was a good one.

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Tuesday September 2, 2008 - 11:32am (CDT)