11/11/2004

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.

sorry...had to post this :)

After we came across the "sorry" site, I was hoping someone would start a "not sorry" site. So... here ya go.

Not Sorry At All versus Pretty Dang Sorry.

This is truly sad

Even if George Bush had lost (which I must stress again I am thrilled that he didn't), life would go on.

I would have to wake up on Thursday and every other day to begin transcribing, to feed the kids, to make sure they do their work, to deal with my sick dog (another story, another time), and to deal with my life.

Even if Kerry had won, I'd still have to deal with mowing the lawn, pruning the rose bushes, and making sure that silly patch of grass I call the back yard doesn't die out yet again.

I'd still have to drive my kids to their activities.

I'd still be visiting my friend in the nursing home. I'd still marvel at her laughing at my corny jokes.

I'd still be juggling my bills (though I do see a light at the end of the tunnel.)

I'd still have heartburn.

I'd still have TUMS for that heartburn.

There would still be beautiful sunsets.

I'd still be annoyed with things with my job.

I'd still be thankful for that job that annoys me. :)

My kids would drive me absolutely mad at times.

My kids would at times leave me completely awestruck with pride.

Yes, there are things wrong with this wonderful country (and world), but there are still so MANY things that are right and beautiful, no matter who won the election.

Now, we need to work together to make the wrong things right.