Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Three Ways to Fail Drunk Test

Just a reminder- please do not drink and drive- I was plowing last Sunday night and I think I saw three drunk drivers who I think could have hit me between 10pm and midnight in East Wenatchee- and hitting a snowplow is not a good thing for them. I am posting this not for the humor, but to remind you how stupid it is to drink and drive- let alone drink.
Son's Last Letter To His Mom..

I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
U told me not to drink,...
Mom, So I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom....
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?

Friday, December 7, 2012

Tearjerker Christmas Ad

I do not know German, but with the subtitles on this German Grocery Ad, I get the message loud and clear. Family is so important and even more important at Christmas Time.  I hope you have a wonderful Christmas with family this year. Sadly, both our parents and both our grandparents have gone on.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Facebook Christmas Story


Ever wonder what it would be like if Mary and Joseph Had Facebook? I love what happens at 1:59 on the video. I have been on facebook since May 2009- but I can actually remember when we had "party lines" a kid and the first cell phones to come out were the bag phones. My how times change- I remember 9 volt AM transitor radios, wind up toys, and the vrooom motor I got for my bicycle from my sister for Christmas in mid 60's. I remember the Elvis Christmas songs,(I even have a Walter Brennan Christmas cassette still). Its a Wonderful Life is one of my favorite Christmas movies. I remember getting bags of goodies(nuts and candy mostly and one orange) when I went to a church christmas program as a kid. I remember packing the car up and traveling to my parents house for Christmas, as well as the many homes we have celebrated Christmas in.(we moved to East Wenatchee on Christmas Day 1987). I miss many who have passed on- especially this time of year. In fact I remember buying our first computer from Safeway back in Tumwater in early 80's- certainly not like today's. In fact I have 30 Christmas posts on my blog, each one telling the Christmas story a bit differently. The real meaning of Christmas has never changed and does not end on Dec. 25th.  Keep Your Traditions going but look for new ones to start this year as well. Have A Merry Christmas.


Saturday, December 1, 2012

The Man & The Birds-Paul Harvey 1965



I make no appologies for looking back- I am proud of our past. I often wish my grandkids could have known some of the blessings I knew growing up. Traditions are important to me- its sad to loose one. Paul Harvey died in 2009 at the age of 90. At one time he may have had 24 million listeners to his ABC news Commentary. Today I would like to go back 47 years to what became a yearly favorite, called the The man and the Birds. This broadcast was made in 1965. Paul Harvey would tell that story each Christmas I think, always on a Saturday at noon, (usually the one before Christmas) and I remember it so clearly. This clip is from 1965- but I think he would do this same story every year. This clip includes his entire saturday broadcast- the story is the final 4 minutes. Make sure you listen to the final 4 minutes- sometimes the Christmas story is too simple? Jesus loves you very much- Don't let the business of Christmas overlook the manger story.

I am trying to say Merry Christmas in different ways. I would like to also post below another Paul Harvey favorite- although it may not be Christmas, it does have some good points for any generation; I wish I could express his Wishes for my Children as well as he did.
Paul Harvey’s Wishes for Children:
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.
I'd really like for them to know about hand-me-down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meatloaf sandwiches. I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car. And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.

I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy/girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what Ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove, and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your grandma/grandpa and go fishing with your uncle.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.

I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you — tough times and disappointment, hard work, and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life