The Stupidity of Alochol
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Category: Blogging

 Yesterday my husband and I went to the wedding of a friends of ours. It was a nice outside wedding. The bride was lovely, the groom was pale the one who performed the service was nervous. It was her first service.

    The crowd had gathered, the music was playing, the booze was flowing and people were generally in a very good mood.

    We were one of the last ones to arrive before the service was to start. I was amazed at how much the liquid refreshment had already started to flow. It is really interesting to watch those who have begun the long sometimes  so slow journey into the depths of alochol induced stupor.

     People tend to allow the other self to emerge when they indugle in the liquid refreshement. Some become silly, others become flighty, some become flirty, but most just become plain stupid.

   One would think that people would learn that alochol and stupidy do not mix well.

   Case in point. A couple of guys crashed the party. That in itself was not very intelligent. To add insult to injury they were indulging in the free flow of alochol. One thing led to another and soon stupidity reared his ugly head.

  One of the young men who was supposed to be at the wedding was insulted by one of the party crashers. The young man's dad was also at this soire. The young man was going to leave to keep things from escalating and becoming even more stupid.

   The party crasher followed the young man to the street. That was his second mistake. The young man's father decieded to get into this fray of immense stupidty so he went to the front yard and out into the street. Now it was time to kick it up a notch. One just has to love the male ego. Especially when it is alochol induced.

   Now here we are at this nice home, having a beautiful wedding and two rednecks want to duke it out in the middle of the street like two small children. To add to the stupidity of the situation there were two women standing on the side of the road screaming at the top of their lungs like fishwives. Can you say slapstick comedy at its finest?

   Okay let me describe the street scene just to get you up to speed. We have the two gladiators ready to go head to head, an assortment of other male types to not only egg it on but to offer up all sorts of manly advise on how to knock each other out and hold the beer. We had two women standing on the sidelines screaming like fishwives so the entire neighborhood would know what was going on. Then we had Layla. Yes you guessed it. Layla had to come out.

    There was no way I/Layla was going to let the disease known as Alochol Stupidity ruin our friends day. So I went to the fray- I grabbed the father of the young man and said, "Come on - let's go back, behave yourself". He triend to pull away. But it didn't happen. I talked to him like he was about six years old which at that time he was behaving like he was six years old.

    He looked at me and started walking with me and one woman as still screaming at him. I looked at her and  quietly said, he is coming back to the party hush.

    When we got back to the party with no blood being shed and no cops being called I told the 200 pound plus man it was a very good thing he had chosen to come back like a nice boy. Otherwise, well it would have been ugly. I don't think he understood that instead of fighing he would have been on the ground and taken away.

     In retrospect, I don't understand why people have to show their stupidity when they drink. Is is something in the alochol or is it something in them? Maybe a combination of both. I don't understand that when someone knows what drinking does to their psychic why they will contiue to drink to the point that stupid comes out in a big way.

    Don't they understand how dumb they look and act or do they just not care? I think the latter.

     Now on the other hand, some drunks are stupid funny. They get mellow and become the worlds greatest lovers. Right!!!! In their minds. I have seen men and women who think because they have drank themselves under the table that they are the greatest gift to the opposite sex. Now let's look at that for a moment.

     Think about this. You are sitting next to a knock out - She is intelligent, sexy, beautiful, and can carry on a conversation to die for. That is until.....

      Two hours later, her lipstick is smeared all over her face, she is slurring her words, cussing like a sailor, stripping off her clothes, and could  not form a coherent sentence if her life depended on it. She continually falls off the bar stool, can't walk straight to go to the ladies room and when she does she looks like hell. What happened to the beauty you sat down next to? She became Slutty Sally.

     Now, let's reverse this little scene. You are sitting next to this hunk of a man. Tall dark and handsome. He smells good, looks good and can carry on a conversation which you could listen to all night. You are enamoured by his presence, you want to take him home to the parents. Your dream man, the one you have been looking for all your life. But two hours later.........

     Mr Right has turned into Mr. Seriously Wrong, he is flirting outragously with every woman in the bar. His hands find places they should never go unless it is on you. His eyes are unfocused, he can't find his glass, much less anything else. He has trouble not only forming a complete sentence, but he keeps repeating himself. And to top it off the only two sentences he can say is "I love you, and I am sorry." Please, find a new line.

    He adds insult to injury because he sees his buddiy. Time now to change gears. The buddy sits down next to Mr. Right and the two of them proceed to verbally detail the physical attributes of every woman there. Which would be okay if you were not his date and if every woman there could not hear the rantings of two males in extreme heat. It is very plain that these guys are enjoying the fact that the wrong brain is doing their thinking and talking.

    Now comes the end of the evening. The sloshed female who looked so beautiful when her guy picked her up can't even find her purse or her shoes so her date spends another 30 minutes trying to put her all back together to take her home just so he can enjoy a night of what ever. He holds her around her waist as she stumbles out the door. But it is not yet over. Our girl has one more ace up her sleeve, or should I say- in her stomach. You guessed it. As  soon as her date gets her out the door, she blows. All over him, her and whatever or whoever is in front of her. So now her date sees, a wildeyed, wild hair, smeared lipstick, barefoot, smelly date standing in front of him. And he is taking her home for a night of ? Right! A man's worst nightmare.

    Now back to our casanova- the night of drinking Mr. Right has ended. He and his buddies have exhausted their talk of the anatomy of all the women, the talk of football, baseball, basketball, racing, golf and the down turn of the stock market. You have sat on the stool totaly ignored, nursing your first drink because he has forgotten you exist.

   Mr. Right suddenly has an ephinay, or all the talk about other women's body parts has put him in "the mood for love." A light bulb flashes above his head. He leans over to you and ever so loudly whispers in your ear so the entire bar can hear, "Honey, how about we blow this joint so I can get laid."  Notice how he uses the  famous "I" word. Now here this man has ignored you all evening. He has spent his time with the boys. And all of a sudden he remembers he has eye candy on his arm and he wants to enjoy it and he want the entire bar to know he is going to enjoy it.

     As you roll your eyes, Mr Right, who has turned into Mr. Ever So Wrong, fumbles for his wallet, whistles for the bar tender, flirts with her one last time, slurs his words for the tab,tosses her a rather large bill and tells her to keep the change. All for show. But it gets better. As he slithers off the bar stool, you have to grab him by the waist to keep him from falling on his face and completely taking stupidty to a whole new level. Then as he straightens he smiles and loudly proclaims "Isn't she the best?" Right! At this point all you want to do is drive him home kick him to the curb and leave.

  AHH, but Mr. Right has other ideas. All the way out the door he is pawing and slobbering on you like a puppy. He is telling you all the things he wants you to do to him and all the wonderful things he has in store for you. Not going to happen. He can't even find his keys so you can drive. He has forgotten that he gave them to you when you got to the bar. That should have been the first clue that Mr. Right was Mr. Wrong with a vengence.

  You finally get Mr. Ever so WRong in the car slam the door go to the drivers side and get in. Now the fun begins. He thinks he is already at the house so he proceeds to not only undress himself, but he tries to undress you while you are dirving. It feels as if this man has grown eight arms between the bar and the car. You pray that you can get home before he gets you both killed.

     Finally he falls into an alochol induced stupor and snores the rest of the way home. You arrive at the house. pull into the drive spend ten minutes trying to get him awake. He doesn't budge. Frustrated, angry and aggravated, you lock him in the car, crack the window so he doesn't sufficate even though that thought had crossed your mind, go inside lock the door and go to bed.

     If you are lucky you will never hear from him again. Isn't the stupidity of alochol a beautiful thing???? Right and so it a copperhead snake-

   Yvonne Mason, Author

   Tanged Minds

   Stan's Story, A Touch of Love

  Brilliant Insanity, Soon to be Released

 Silent Scream Soon to be Released      

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memory lane
Category: Blogging

Okay, time for the Reaper to take a turn. Before I start on my blog, which is totally unrelated to the blogs posted here recently, I want to thank Yvonne, Lorraine, and Sherri for doing such a spectacular job! I would also like to thank Zulmara for doing some fantastic guest blogging!! Okay, now for a trip down memory lane with the reaper!!

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Zulmara’s Guest Blog Part Two: Don’t Miss This One
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Category: Blogging

Honoring and Serving Your Muse-Part II

Zulmara

When we have one of those incredibly creative days where we are one with out muse, is it just an accident, or do we make them happen by serving and honoring our muse, that inner spirit that sustains our creativity? Can we actually create more of those days of feeling as one with our muse? Could it be that how do we deal with our Pixies, our muses and their idiosyncrasies, those irascible, petulant characters that live with us day and night, makes a difference?
Well, many of my creative friends have very imaginative and inspired ways to pay, honor, and serve their muses. My personal favorite is to indulge in a mocha hot fudge banana sundae from, of all places, Disneyland. UUUUMMMM, my muse, after a tough week of work or an especially fruitful day of writing and creating is very pleased when we indulge, even though we do not indulge too often.

On a more regular basis, I renew and charge up and rev up my muse with a walk on the beach…preferably at water's edge…what a peaceful way of getting in touch with nature and nurturing the inner spirit simultaneously. I also love spending time in my hot tub, especially after at the end of the day when the night is cool and the water is hot…no better way to rest, relax, rejuvenate, and replenish.
I have many friends, who go to the spa, take a day off to shop at the mall, get a facial, or go out to a nice dinner. It does not matter how we feed, honor and server our muses, it just matters that we do it, because when we don't take the time to replenish the well, the well runs dry and we are out of balance, out of sorts, and nothing feels right, nothing goes right, nothing seems to matter or have a purpose.

When you are not caring for your inner muse, your inner muse is not caring for you and you begin to feel it…you begin to know it. For those of us who live with a muse, our moods, our ways of viewing the world, our thought processes are an ever mixing intertwined, inter-tangled, inter-meshed web of constantly creating and constantly feeding the hand that sustains us. Many of my friends who do not have a muse do not know what I am talking about when I say my muse needs to take a walk, or she needs chocolate, or she needs to go out and play with the kids. They think it is silly stuff, but when Tinker Bell is your constant companion, you know how cranky she can get if you forget to take time to properly thank her for all of the wonderful hours of inspiration, stimulation, brainwaves, and encouragement she has given.

To better understand how you love, honor and respect your inner muse, reflect on the following:
When you are at your creative best, what are you doing? What are you eating? What exercise are you getting? What kind of time are you taking for yourself? What music is on your playlist? What sights, sounds, smells, and tastes are you gravitating towards?
When you are not at your creative best, or feeling out of balance, how are you spending your time? What are you eating? What time are you taking for yourself? What fun are you having in your life? How are you maintaining balance? What sights, sounds, smells, and tastes are missing?
Understanding how we serve, honor, and love our muse is the first step in living a life of harmony as creative sentient beings. We need to be able to recognize that our muse needs to honored and pampered in order for us to live in harmony with our creative selves.
Hope your Tink is in the Pink today…

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Circle the Wagons
Current mood: animated
Category: Blogging

  I got to thinking this morning as I was re-reading our salute and roll call to our Vets that we tend to forget some of the people who are very important. Now I know all of you are wondering if I have really gone over the deep end.

  The answer not yet. But I wanted to take this salute one step further. Remember, I said that our troops leave behind friends and family.

     Well today I want to take the time to say a heart felt thank you to those gallant ones who keep the home fires burning and stay strong while their son, daugher, husband, father, friend are in harms way. They too need our thanks and support. They need to know we support them and what they are going through.

    It is hard knowing that some one we love is in harms way. It is hard wondering if today will be the day the miltary car pulls up in the drive, the uniformed men walk up to the door and knock.

    It is hard knowing that some one we love is in a place that far away and we can't hug or hold them. It is hard to explain to a child or an elderly parent that their father, son, daughter is hurt or worse.

    So today I have declared, "Tell A Solider's family member or friend day."

I challenge every one here on my space to tell a family member or a solider's friend or both how much you appreicate the sacrifice they make every day by supporting and being strong for their loved one. I challenge each of you to say thank you to those left behind. Send a note, make a phone call, do something to let those who are left behind that we are behind them as well.

  They need us. They need to know we care about them. They need to know how much their sacrifice means to us.

   You see my friends - many times those left behind feel lonely, and in a vacuum. They feel as if no one is there for them. As if they are bearing the sacrifice all alone. It can be very lonely.

    When that family member returns the whole family is faced with obstacles and a whole new set of bumps in the road. Things that they sometimes don't even understand. Those left behind need us - they need to know we care- that we are strong enough for them to lean on when the going gets rough. They need to know they have an outlet when they want to cry because they don't understand why there loved on can't sleep at night, has nightmares, lashes out for no apparent reason or has this burning need to return to that comfort zone of war.  Those left behind need to know they can turn to us.

      It is time for the rest of us to "Circle the Wagons" as they did in the old days when danger was abounding. It is time for us to do our part to become part of this clan. To step up to the plate and show the right stuff. It is time for the rest of us to be counted - to stop hiding behind politics, disagreement of war, disagreement of the reasons or excuses for the war. It is time for us to say,

 "Here we are now, and here is what I can do in my own small way to help." Remember no matter the cause, reason or excuse, it is still people who fight. It is still people who are left behind to carry on while their loved one is carrying that gun, driving that tank, flying that plane or  navigating that ship. It is still people who cry, hurt, and live, love and support those who have chosen to go.

      So today and tomorrow since I can- Make the Fourth of July an exteneded holiday. Make it about those who are left beind. Make it about support and encouragement for those who are left to tend the home fires.

     Make it about doing something for someone else - try it- I promise you will feel so good inside and you will put a smile on that person's face for a long time to come.

 So today and tomorrow is officially

 "Tell a Solider's family member or friend day."

   Yvonne Mason, Author

   Stan's Story, A Touch of Love

   Tangled Minds

  Brilliant Insanity Soon to be Released

 Silent Scream  Soon to be Released              

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The Fourth of July Roll Call
Current mood: thankful
Category: Blogging

  The Fourth of July. The day of American Independence. The Day America no longer wanted or needed English Rule. The day America was born.    This day did not come without sacrifice or blood. This day did not come about simple because it was willed into being.

  The Fourth of July happened because there were men and women who believed in Hope, Sacrifice, Freedom and the American Dream. They were willing to pay the ultimate price for that dream- The dream for those who would come after. The dream for those they knew they would leave behind.

   The Fourth of July was a dream which became real because those men and women didn't believe that any price was too large to pay including their lives.

   Since that day long ago men and women have continued to serve. They have been willing to pay the ultimate sacrifice in order to keep freedom, hope and America safe.

    Yes, some of those wars were not popular- some were political in nature. However, our men and women went gladly

  They knew they had a job to do and they were willing to do it.

   Some of the wars include, The Revolutionary War, The War of Northern Aggression, WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam(the war that wrongly slapped those who served in the face.) That war is the one we need to step back and say a very heartfelt THANKS and I'm Sorry for being so mad at you. The Gulf War, Bosonia, Somilia, Iraq, Desert Storm, War of 1812, French and Indian War, The Great Alamo War(Mexican War), The Spanish- American War.

  I am sure I have left out some. The point is we have men and women down through out history and present day who have chosen to put their life in Harm's Way for those of us left behind. They have left family and friends, homes and jobs to keep us safe.

   Today we honor these men and women. We give all of them the thanks and support they have earned and deserve. We pay tribute to those who stepped up to the plate and stood for something. They are the reason we have a Fourth of July. They are the reason we can sit down to bar-b-ques and shoot off fireworks.

   They are the reason we are still free.

  ROLL CALL....

           Charles W Robertson(Deceased) 20 years Air Force....

         Jack Sumidajski Vietnam Vet (Bless You)....

         Author of "The Utopi that Once Was"....

        John Robinson (A Contractor embedded with the Marines in Afganistan)....

        Ryan (Can't use his last name – special Forces)....

       Cory Tyler KIA IRAQ (2007)....

       Bart Burton (Washington)....

       Nick Marchese Marine Iraq....

      C.L Robinson Vet WWII....

      Lee Backstron Vet WWII Pearl Harbor the day it was bombed....

      John Sewell Vet Navy Seal....

      Doyle Sewell Vet Navy....

       Staff Sgt Joseph Weiglein KIA Iraq 214 Inf BN 10^th Mountain Div....

       Alex Lima Marine....

       Adam Carlson Nat'l Guard       

       Lawrence Reed....

       Lawrence Reed, JR    ....

       Robert Reed....

        William Reed....

         John Pryor....

         William Pryor....

         Richard Simpson Koren War Vet....

          Steven Campanella Air Force....

         Men and Women Post 7508 Old Bridge NJ....

         Men and Women VFW Post Old Bridge and Monroe Towneship NJ....

          Jeffery Burlaga Marine- Vet Gulf War....

          Mike Miller Iraq....

          Homer Corley Koren War Vet....

           Kenneth Corley WWII Vet....

            William Corley WWII Vet....

            Robert Corley Vet Vietnam (A special Thank you)....

           David Skidmore Vet Vietnam (A special Thank you)....

            DJ Brian Nolan....

             Barry Mathes....

         Dave Shaines....

         James E Lewandowski....

        Micheal Burghardt Gunnery Sgt....

           Tim Bolbecker....

             Ruben Roberts Revolutionary War Vet....

            James Vietnam War Vet ( A special Thank you)....

           Mike Vietnam War Vet ( A Special Thank you)....

           Gene Dechalet Vietnam War Vet ( A Special Thank you)....

            Willard Holland Vietnam War Vet ( A Special Tank you)....

             William Sharpe....

             Jacob Carlson Air Force....

            John Anderson Vietnam(  A Special Thank you)....

              John Halcom Vietnam Vet ( A Special Thank you)....

              Dave Powers Marine....

              Mickey McMurtery....

              Carlos Rose Air Force....

             Happy Gray from Triad Pictures on his way to Iraq ( Be Safe come home safe)   ....

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BELIEF
Current mood: blessed
Category: Blogging

Okay, so yesterday I had a brain cramp. It happens sometimes. I wake up thinking it is one day when it is really another. Maybe it is wishful thinking on my part. Anyway, I thought yesterday was Thursday and of course it was only Wednesday. So all of you have another day to read my patriotic blog before the roll call. I have gotten more names. Thank you. I understand there are some out there who for security reasons can't have their name listed. Not a problem, I will be doing big thank you to those as well.

    Anyway if there are names of past service men and women you want listed please send it here or send it to me at ysam51@yahoo.com. Tonight I will be finishing up the blog for tomorrow for the roll call.

    Now on the Belief. There is an old country western song that goes, "You have to stand for something or you will stand for nothing at all."

   Those are powerful words. We as Americans have to stand for our soliders. We have to believe in them becasue they stand for something. They stand for the oppressed, the freedome we have, the belief that they can keep us safe from harm.

   They believe what they do is right and justified. That if they were not in harm's way we would not enjoy all the things we take for granted.

    For instance, when you got up  this morning if you are like me the first thing you did was grab a cup of coffee and go to your computer. You have the freedom to write, read and say what you want. You want to know why?

      I will tell you why. Because our service men and women put their lives on the line they believed in that freedom.

      When you went to work this morning it was a job of your choosing. Granted you might not be happy right now in that job, but at some point you chose it. Know why??? Because a solider believed in putting his life on the line so you would have the freedom to do just that.

       When you picked the person you wanted a relationship with you could. You could court that person, learn to love that person and be with that person without someone else making you or telling you that you couldn't. You want to know why? Because of a solider. A Solider who believed in the freedom of being able to make that decision.

      When you get in your car and take a trip you don't have to worry about being stopped and harrassed or imprisioned for no reason. You are free to travel not only from city to city but from county to county and state to state without fear of harrassment. You want to know why? I am so glad you asked.

  A solider believed in the freedom of travel.

      When you put your children in school public or private you had the freedom to do that without harrassement - Again do you know why?

      A solider believed in that freedom.

      Tomorrow when you  are in the back yard barbqueing, traveling to the lake, ocean or friends house, shooting off fireworks, or even working and you are able to do that without someone arresting you for illlegal assembly think about why you are able to do it.

     That's right, A SOLIDER believed. A solider believed in basic human rights, basic freedoms, basic goodness. He believed enough to say, "I will stand for something, I will refuse to stand for nothing."

     I will square my shoulders and look protesters in the eye and let them know they have that freedom because I believed in the freedom to protest.

      I will stand tall and proud and do more than just talk about belief, I will put my words into action. I will be a solider. I will keep families safe at night while they sleep. I will gladly lay down my life for a friend because I believe in the good of America.

      So friends, strangers, foes, whatever you consider yoursleves, take today and tomorrow and the next day and the next and tell a solider thank you. Tell them thank you for believing in us and our way of life even if sometimes we lose that belief. There are many soliders on my space men and women alike. Send them at shout out. Send them a huge thank you for believing. Let them know that we believe in them. That we stand for something and that something is them and what they do for us.

    There is not enough money in the world to pay for one life lost or maimed in war. However, everyday our soliders put their life out there. They say no price is to great to pay for our freedom, our  way of life, our America.

        They BELIEVE- So should we each and every one of us. We should, need to and should want to believe in our heros. Our Soliders, our men and women who have worn their uniforms with pride and strength since the beginning of the birth of America. 

     "IF you don't Stand of Something, You will stand for nothing." Stand for something, be counted, believe in our Heros!!!!!!!!

      Yvonne Mason, Author

       Stan's Story, A Touch of Love

        Tangled Minds

        Brilliant Insanity Soon to be Released

        Silent Scream Soon to be Released             

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HONOR & PRIDE
Current mood: determined
Category: Blogging

 This is the day before the Fourth of July. The day before I do the roll call for all of our heros. I am still missing so many names. So many who are out there and yet, no one seems to care enough to send me the names.

 Why I wonder? Do we think that if we don't think about  it that it didn't happen? Do we think that if we don't think about the Honor by which our service men and women served then it didn't happen?     

    These wonderful soliders serve with honor. They serve with Pride. They serve because they believe. It has always been that way. When the call to arms rang out over the land they went with Honor and Pride. 

    The Honor was doing the right thing even when it might be unpopular. Pride because they were Americans and believed in doing the right thing even if it was unpopular.

     That Honor and Pride is visible when one sees one of our service people in their uniform. They stand tall and straight. They stand with shoulders squared, eyes clear and jaw set. They  wear their uniform like the knights of old wore their armour. A symbol of something bigger than all of us. A Symbol of something worth dying for with honor and pride.

   They believe in America. The dream in which she was founded. The freedoms which we enjoy by the price of bloodshed and lost lives. Our service men and women understand what that uniform means. The understand the loss of life which has given them the honor and pride to wear it.

    We are the great nation we are today because of honor and pride. Because some believed it was an honor to give all. They were proud to give all. They wanted to give all.

   The day before the Fourth of July we should be honored to have the men and women in our lives. We should be so proud that we shout their names from the roof tops. We should be so honored and proud that we can't wait for some one to walk up to us so we can show off their picture of them in that uniform and we can push our chest out and with great honor and much pride say "Yep, that's my boy/girl, my husband, boyfriend, wife, girlfriend,my friend. We owe our service people that.

    Why? you might ask. Well I am so glad you did.

  We owe them that pride and honor because they stepped up to the plate. They hit the home run. They stood up to be counted. They stepped in harm's way without a second thought for us, for a County they believed was worth stepping in harms way for.

    Some things in life have no price. This is one of them. Our Soliders have no price, they can't be bought - But they can be honored with pride. They can be told thank you by us.

    They are the true heros. They are the ones who make the sacrifice, they are the ones who fight for our freedom, they are the ones who give us hope.

    They are the ones who we salute because they serve. So come on one and all send me more names. Help me make tomorrow a Fourth of July to be remembered for a long time to come. Be a part of it. Be proud to honor those who serve. IT is time for each of you to step up to the plate and hit that home run. To throw out your chest with pride and say "Yep, that one belongs to me and boy am I proud and honored to know them."

     Tell others on my space. repost this blog. Have them contact me. I want those names. I am on a  mission.

   Don't make Layla re- appears!!!!!!!

    Yvonne Mason, Author

    Stan's Story, A Touch of Love

    Tangled Minds

    Brilliant Insanity, Soon to be Released

    Silent Scream, Soon to be Released

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Sacrifice
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: Blogging

As I said at the beginning of this series I would write a blog a day about the reason we have the Fourth of July.

    Sacrifice. A word that conjours up rock alters blood, guts and murder of an unwillling victim.

   Well, my friends that is not the case with the men and women who serve. They willingly go into battle and put their life on the line for those of us let behind. They know when they join a branch of the serice they are subject at any time or any place to be told to go fight.

     When America fought for her independence men and women alike left their families and homes picked up their guns and went to the front line. When the war of southern agression happened again men and women willingly picked up their guns and left behind the things and people they cared about.

     When Meixico decied they wanted Texas men stayed at the Alamo knowing they would pay the ultimate sacrifice. They knew they would die.

      When WWI broke out men as young as 16 lied about their age and signed up. My grandfather was one of them

       When Pearl Harbor was bombed in WWII men couldn't sign up fast enough.

       Even though Vietnam was not a popular war the men and women who signed up even with the draft was unreal.

      When 9/11 happened  there were many sacrifices even before men and women went to the enlistment offices. People on the plane in PA willingly paid the ultimate sacrifice.

      We still have many signing up to serve. Who know they may be called upon to pay the ultimate sacrifice.

        How many us who read these blogs, who read the newspaper, who live each day wrapped in our own little world would be willing to stand up and be counted as one who gave all?

      How many of us would be willing to take a stand for what we believed was right even if it meant we would die?

     The next time you see a uniform remember they have made that decision. They made it knowing what the end result might be- That is dying on a foreign shore away from family and friends.

     Think about all our soliders have given up for us. Think about all the sacrifices they have already made even before they ship out. They are gone from their family for months for training. They are on call 24/7. They have to always be at the ready.

       The next time you see a solider out of uniform or in uniform take the time to say thanks. Take the time to shake his/her hand. To let them know we know they are willing to make the ultimate sacrifice - That we appreicate their willingness and unshelfish attitude in making that sacrifice. That we stand behind them and support them in that endevour.

    The next time you see a solider- show him you care.Tell him Thank you.

   They are the reason we can lay down at night without fear. They are the ones who make the sacrifice.

  Yvonne Mason,Author

  Stan's Story, A Touch of Love

  Tangled Minds

 Brilliant Insanity, Soon to be released

 Silent Scream, Soon to be released  

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BLOG TALK RADIO!!
Category: Writing and Poetry

Greetings all! For those of you who missed Angel Lesa's blog talk radio program earlier tonight...SHAME ON YOU!!! It is in archives. go on over and listen to it, really, go ahead...I'll wait...you'll thank me for it. And by the way, congrats again Sherri!!

Ok, now that you listened to the show, let me tell you a little bit about the participants. Cindy Friere is:

1. an awesome person

2. an awesome writer

3. a future best selling author.

If you haven't met her yet, you need to. She will make you feel like you can do anything. Which you can, if you put your heart into it.

Vern Firestorm is:

1. an awesome person

2. A visionary publisher

3. an amazing artist

To all you new and aspiring authors, this is the man to talk to.

Lesa is:

1. A great person

2. An excellent host

3. a future author (once she gets her re-writes going)

Another one to add to your friends.

You know, I could just keep listing these guys and listing them, but that will just take too long and I have a novel draft to finish. My suggestion:

Look at my friends list. Add them to your own. All or some of them. Each one means the world to me. I know I say this a lot, but I will say it again

You will thank me for it!!!

Be well my friends and sweet nightmares!!!!

Tgreaper

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HOPE
Current mood: thankful
Category: Blogging

Today is Monday June 30,2008. Today is four days before the Fourth of July.

Let's take a step back in time to 1776- A time when there was turmoil and war. A time when young America was tired of tryanny. A time when there were no freedoms. A time when people rose up and fought for that which they believed was right. A time for hope.

   Men and women gave their lives for hope during that war as they have for wars since. Men and women have believed in hope. In that small four letter word. They have put themselves in harm's way for hope.

   Many would ask why? The answer is simple. They believed. Even though they could not see taste or smell hope they believed. They believed that what they were doing was for the greater good even if it mean they died.

    Four days left - four days for our heros to be named for hope. Hope that we will never have to face a government who rules us in tryanny. Hope that we will always be able to enjoy the freedoms we now enjoy. Hope that our grandchildren and their children will be able to enjoy those same freedoms.

     Hope that some day because all gave some and some gave all that wars will end. Hope that some day people will understand peace is better than war.

    Hope is the basis for our existence. Without it we would all be lost. Hope is what keeps us going when we feel as if there is nothing else. Hope is what keeps our soliders going. The hope that we are at home supporting them, believing in them, and loving them.

  Hope is what keeps them believing in their job. Hope is the substance of things we can not see, but the evidence is very visible. 

    Without hope we cannot win at anything - When we go to apply for a job we hope we get it. When we fall in love we hope it is returned. When we fight a war we hope we win. We worked toward these goals. We strive toward these goals. We believe in these goals.

    Four days until Independence Day. Four days before our roll call. Let's show our troops we still have that hope. Let's show them the hope still burns in our chest with a fire that can never be put out. Let's show the world who we are and what we are made of.

    Let's stand up and count our soliders and be counted as those who believe and have hope for not only the present -but the future. The past has given us hope, the present brings us hope and the future is our hope.

    So come on guys, If you don't stand for something you will never  stand for anything . Get me those names.

Yvonne Mason,

Author

Stan's Story, A Touch of Love

Tangled Minds

Brilliant Insanity soon to be released

Silent Scream soon to be released

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