And so it continues ...

Getting older is definately interesting with my sister sending these cards.  Here's the latest:

My Sides Hurt

This is so funny, I don't even know how to tell you about it.  Just go check it out!

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A THOUGHT FOR THE WEEKEND

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.

Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Sonnet 116
Published 1609
William Shakespeare
1564-1616

And so it begins .....

Every year, starting around the second week in September, my sister starts sending me rude birthday cards.  This is her way of tormenting me since she lives in California and I live in Colorado.  It is good-natured, and the cards are always fun to receive. 

This year she's been especially prolific.  One particular favorite had the poem "Roses are red, violets are blue, you may be nicer than me, but I'm younger than you!"  Nice. 

Here's my favorite so far:

I'm 18 months older than my sis, and she loves to tease me.  I still have ten days to go, so I'm sure she's not done yet.  There's bound to be some doozies in there!  I'll let you know.

*Thanks to Tara for suggesting I post this! :D

A THOUGHT FOR THE WEEKEND

Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going too fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.

Eddie Cantor

1892-1964

Ralph Was Right

Remembering .....

A THOUGHT FOR THE WEEKEND

Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack in everything

That's how the light gets in

From "Anthem"

by Leonard Cohen (1934-)

Kevin's Bad Weekend

Poor Kevin.  This has been a bad, sad weekend for him. 

Friday night his fish George died.  Last year when he went to the Pueblo State Fair with the marching band he won George in the midway.  It was a big event, because the band marched in the parade, then competed in the bandstand at the Fair and won First Place.  A big accomplishment for such a small school band.  For Kevin, who is such a big animal lover, the icing on the cake was winning George and bringing him home.  Grandma and Papa Hillyard were here visiting too, so  that is a happy memory.  He was very sad when his little beta died Friday night.

This morning he came downstairs to find one of his parakeets had died.  We got Eddie threeyears ago from our friends the Allens.  Kevin was thrilled.  He was white with a little blue on his tummy and the sweetest little bird.  Kevin said he looked like he had on blue trousers that he'd pulled up too high.  Kevin spent time clipping his wings and playing with him to make him feel comfortable being handled.  He got along with our other budgies just fine.  But what a chatterbox!  I asked Liz if that bird was ever quiet, and she said he was at their house.  But with us he was constantly chirping and chattering.  Sometimes at night we couldn't even here the television he was so loud!

Kevin is very attached to his pets, and this has been a hard weekend for him.  With lots of love and attention from his other pets I'm sure he'll feel better soon, but I know this is not a weekend he'll enjoy remembering.

Is it Too Cute or Just Too True?

A THOUGHT FOR THE WEEKEND

If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude.

Maya Angelou
1928-

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Maeve Haile and Kate Hanson have been friends for over forty years. Having met in junior high the two quickly discovered a mutual love and admiration for the girl detective Nancy Drew. It was the cement that bound them and now, all these years later, they fondly remember the heroine.

A stay-at-home wife and mother Maeve volunteers at the library with their former high school teacher who helps them with research and advice. Kate, a therapist, runs court appointed anger management classes giving her access to the detective in charge. Together they use all their resources to delve into the woman's life and family to discover secrets, sibling rivalries and deeply rooted resentments that convince them the woman's death was not random act of violence.

More shootings around their small town convince them they are on the right track while they hurry to put the pieces together. As they deal with all of this, one of Kate's court enforced clients seems to be of the notion that she is the one standing in the way of his success, and continues to interfere in their investigation and frightens Maeve with his confrontations.

With their lives at stake, Maeve and Kate learn they can rely on each other in ways their friendship has never been tested before as they race to find the killer and turn him over to the police before he kills again.When a woman is killed in front of them and the detective assigned to the case dismisses it as a gang related murder, the two friends decide to tackle the case asking themselves "what would Nancy do?" as their guiding force.