My friends who use BLOGGER, Blogger is being a nasty tempered b**ch this week. It will not allow me to comment on many blogs. I figured it was paying me back for jumping the Blogger ship for WordPress. But, I am not the only one having problems commenting. Ive been commenting under anonymous unless your blogs do not accept anon comments. So until blogger shapes up, I may be unable to comment. I am still faithfully reading tho!
Yesterday I received a XMAS card and a thank you from the lady soldier I write to in Iraq. She was very thankful for the few personal hygiene items and letters Ive sent to her. I got her name from Any Soldier . I feel a huge debt of gratitude to our Nation’s Military. If I can help make just one of our soldiers feel a tiny bit better about being in Iraq, it makes me feel better as a person.
The other day, I received an email from my husband’s health insurance. It said they will cover some expenses thru the Jenny Craig weightloss program. I forgot to tell him tho. Can you imagine? Aetna shocks me.
I took this picture Tuesday night just before dark. My husband called and asked me to look out the back door facing West, there was a fire. He could see it where he was was driving home from the East. Hubby has an oil lease in the area the fire was located. He was wondering if I could judge from home how close it was to his tanks and lines. I guessed it was about 1/2 mile East of his locations. I was right! I fear our wildfire danger this winter is going to be equal or worse to last year’s.
Yesterday morning, this yellow plane was flying all over our area. It was flying low. It had the cattle next door spooked into fits and running the four corners of their huge pasture. Of course nosey Scooter had to trot over to the fence and stare at the cattle acting stupid. Wee One got a kick out of the plane too. He was able to watch the plane for a long time, he enjoyed it.
I’ve walked the lands of the ancient ones ..
Long since gone Generations
I can still feel their laughter ………their pain
I can still hear their songs…..
Hear their drums beating against a darken sky…..
I can see them dancing…
I can still see horses painted up for war
Still see Mothers and Wives with Tears in their eyes
But Pride in their hearts…
I can hear their Chants……..their prayers
Still the memories and pride run deep in my own heart and soul as it did
the People….Medicine and holy men…..and the Chiefs….
This is My heritage…….the American Indians
Spirit of Yesterday……..Is the Spirit of Tomorrow …….
By Brenda Cloud Dancer July 3,’96