Monday, November 30, 2015

Night Music

Miles on Monday

BG got my toys out. - He wants me to play with him but I just like to chew and play my own.

He says I should throw the ball for him but they are my balls for playing... he can just go play with his own toys.

I pulled the blanket out and got the chew toy and worried it for a time.

B G says I am selfish.  But he got them for me.  

Then there are a few pictures of Cassie and me.

B G  says I give up too quickly.
But I was just missing Sadie.

Here is a picture of the sunset. 

 It has been rainy and I don't like it.  I go outside and "do my business" and get right back inside.  B G says it is about time for us to drive to Nebraska to find a new friend.  
Dr. Brenda brought me Sadie's collar and that made us both sad.

Jon sent us a picture of Miles.  He ate a vegetarian meal with Jon and Liz with Jon's roommates.  Miles sneaked some of it. Miles was not really happy about it.  What is a Thanksgiving meal with out turkey..  Well I didn't have anything special.  Ginny and Bruce and B G ate together on Wednesday at the Texas Roadhouse.  It was good but they didn't save any for me... Rats.  

It going to be December.  That is not one of B G's favorite months. 
Oh well -  Thanks for stopping by.  Woof!

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Night Music


An Iroquois Prayer of Thanksgiving
We return thanks to our mother, the earth,
which sustains us.
We return thanks to the rivers and streams,
which supply us with water.
We return thanks to all herbs,
which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases.
We return thanks to the corn,
and to her sisters, the beans and squash, which give us life.
We return thanks to the bushes and trees, which provide us with fruit.
We return thanks to the wind, which, moving the air, pushes away sadness.
We return thanks to the moon and the stars, which have given us their light when the sun was gone.
We return thanks to our grandfather He-no, who has given to us his rain.
We return thanks to the sun, that has looked upon the earth with a beneficent eye.

Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit, in whom is embodied all 
goodness, and who directs all things for the good of the Spirit's children

Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
— William Butler Yeats

True solitude is found in the wild places, where one is without human obligation. One's inner voices become audible... In consequence, one responds more clearly to other lives.
- Wendell Berry

"True silence is the rest of the mind; it is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment."
-- William Penn

"The bird of paradise alights only upon the hand that does not grasp."
- John Berry

You will learn by reading But you will understand with love.
~ Rumi

"Families are the compass that guides us. They are the inspiration to reach great heights, and our comfort when we occasionally falter."
- Brad Henry

Look past your thoughts, so you may drink the pure nectar of 
This Moment.
~ Rumi

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses, we must plant more roses.
- George Eliot

"He who lives in harmony with himself lives in harmony with the universe." - Marcus Aurelius

Friday, November 27, 2015

Night Music

Encore Encore!!!

Found for Friday

 A girl came skipping home from school one day. "Mommy, Mommy," she yelled, "we were counting today, and all the other kids could only count to four, but I counted to 10. See? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7, 8, 9, 10!" 

"Very good," said her mother. "Is it because I'm blonde, Mommy?" "Yes, it's because you're blonde," her mother replied. 

The next day, the girl came skipping home from school. "Mommy, Mommy," she yelled, "we were saying the alphabet today, and all the other kids could only say it to D, but I said it to G. See? A, B, C, D, E, F, G!" 

"Very good," said her mother. "Is it because I'm blonde, Mommy?" "Yes, pumpkin, it's because you're blonde." 

The next day the girl came skipping home from school. "Mommy, Mommy," she yelled, "we were in gym class today, and when we showered, all the other girls had flat chests, but I have these!" And she lifted her tank top to reveal a pair of 36Cs. 

"Very good," said her embarrassed mother. 

"Is it because I'm blonde, mommy?" "

No, it's because you're 25."

Dad: If you're cold you should sit in the corner.
Me: Why?
Dad: Because it's 90 degrees!

Dad finds a suitcase in the woods filled with three raccoons. He calls the police.*
Dispatcher: This is 911, how can I help you?
Dad: Hi, I just found a suitcase filled with three raccoons.
Dispatcher: That's awful. Are they moving?
Dad: No. That would explain the suitcase, though.

I used to be addicted to the hokey pokey.
But then I turned myself around.

Me: I'll call you later.
Dad: Don't call me later, call me Dad.

Grandad at my Grandma's funeral.
Me: Are you alright?
Grandad: No, I'm half left.

What do you call a man with no nose and no body?
Nobody nose.

A bug hits the windshield while driving*
Bet he doesn't have the guts to do that again.

Me: Did you get a haircut?
Dad: No, I got them all cut.

Two fish in a tank. 
One turns to the other and says, "How do you drive this thing?"

Apparently, a man in London gets stabbed every 52 seconds.

Poor guy.

I'm whining about something *
Dad: Would you like a straw?
Me: Why?
Dad: So you can suck it up

Those are really special cows.
They're outstanding in their field.

How do you find Will Smith in the snow? 

You look for the fresh prints.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Night Music

Throwback Thursday

Whittier School - 1971- 72
(6th Grade)

1st Row - Kevin Rose, Jeff Hiatt, Mary Jane Alcott, Bruce Hansen, Jill Wardell
2nd Row - Sandy Shinn, June Barber, Blake Sorem, Jack Sams, Bill Sweeney
3rd Row - David Welch, Mary Kay Mykel, Julie Poorman, Sandy Cline
4th Row - Jeff Wegnen, Debbie Hatfield, Bruce Nillsen
5th - Mr. Simser,  James Wilson

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Night Music

Our God Is Love Words by Frederic W. Root

Our God is Love, unchanging Love,
And can we ask for more?
Our prayer for Love’s increase is vain;
‘Twas infinite before.
Ask not the Lord with breath of praise
For more than we accept;
The open fount is free to all,
God’s promises are kept.
Our God is Mind, the perfect Mind,
Intelligence divine;
Shall mortal man ask Him to change His infinite design?
The heart that yearns for righteousness,
With longing unalloyed,
In such desire sends up a prayer
That ne’er returneth void.
O loving Father, well we know
That words alone are vain,
That those who seek Thy will to do,
The true communion gain.
Then may our deeds our pure desire
For growth in grace express,
That we may know how Love divine
Forever waits to bless.
Our God is Love, unchanging Love,
Our God is Love, unchanging Love,
And can we ask for more?

Happy Hump Day