We went to the libary and I checked out a book called "Medicine" it is awesome! After that we cleaned up the living room and hallway. Then we went to the YMCA.
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Tuesday, June 15, 2004
Monday, June 14, 2004
By Richard: Sunday
Sunday, We didn't go to church since it was in the afternoon, Dad needed to do some resumes and Mom had to go to work. We helped Dad clean up the house. Later, we went swimming at the YMCA because Dad was going crazy and needed a break bad.
Sunday, June 13, 2004
Lincoln's Gettysburg Address
This speech was given November 19, 1863 on the battlefield near Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, USA. My personal opinion is that everyone in the United States should be required to read this very short, but important speech at least once every three years. Just to keep things in perspective on what is right and what is wrong. If you do not understand what I mean, you probably don't understand what is being said in the speech.
If you need this speech in another language, "click here"
Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation: conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war...testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war.
We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that this nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate...we cannot consecrate... we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember, what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.
It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us...that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion. . . that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain. . . that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom..and that government of the people...by the people...for the people... shall not perish from this earth.
Washing her hair
There is nothing more relaxing to me than washing my daughters hair. One, because she has that very fine blonde hair that makes you take your time. Since she is my daughter, this really makes me feel like I am a real father. The thought that she will eventually grow up and move out, and all those parent things is always in my mind. The idea that this will never happen again makes every time I wash her hair even more special.
Ok, the fact that I don't have a hair on my head does not really come into it. But it is something I used to enjoy. In High school, I had a girlfriend who had beautiful, silky hair and really took care of it to the nth degree.
For some reason (which I still can't figure out), she loved to have me sit down by the stationary tubs in her basement and she would wash my hair over and over. I had shoulder length hair then, so it was really a two hour (+) ordeal every time. I remember it so vividly. She would always talk to me about what was going on in her life like I didn't know her (like someone who does your hair in a salon). I never said anything, I just listened all the while she gently performed her task of "Lather, Rinse, Repeat".
That is something I truly miss. Not because she is no longer in my life, but that my hair is no longer worth the effort of more than three minutes and a towel dry. Shoot, most of the time I just shave my head now so shampoo is rarely needed. Now its "Shave, Towel dry, moisturizer" and what is the fun in that?
How can you trust them, when you can't contact them???
Now how can you trust a company who does internet business, when you can't reach them for assistance?
Well, that is exactly what I am asking myself right now. I attempted to use the online site for "Target", but there is an error on their page which needs to be fixed before I even consider buying from them. But guess what! You can't reach them to notify them the specific area on the site does not work. If you send an e-mail to the standard addresses (I.E., administrator@, webmaster@, help@), you come up with butkis. On top of that, the reply steers you to a link which looped you right back to where you were. There is not even a phone number to call listed.
The Target.com site is supposed to be run by Amazon.com. That one thing makes me leary on using Amazon itself. I have purchased many books from Amazon over the last 5 years or so. All were delivered in a timely manner and without a huge shipping fee. But that one "Aw-Crap", shot the twenty (+) "atta-boys" right out the window.
Did you know?
Idoubt that anyone knows, but if you click on the spacer bar below each post, I add in a link to go to a page I have just visited.
Weird, ain't it!?!
An ear ache...........Still,
William was not feeling to good because he has an ear infection. He did feel a little better about 1300, so I didn't let him out of my sight for most of the morning.
"Burgers" Future dinner, or waste of time?
The kids and I grilled up 60 burgers on the grill early on this morning. I had them help me prep the buns (yes, 60 of them) and then wrap them up for the freezer.
The best part, is that no one complained when we put catsup, mustard, and pickle relish on them. I was expecting a big ordeal with anything other than catsup, but it never transpired. Nice to know that I can get them to eat these with out complaining later on. I figure we can test them out this next week as an "experiment" for the boys scouting books.
Bree working on Sundays,
Today was also a day where Bree had to work all day. At least she was not in a terrible mood when she returned. Usually, the people who come into her store on Sunday's are very mean and hateful (her words). That translates into her being very upset when she gets home. It must have something to do with these "mean people" not going to church on Sundays and only going shopping. Either that, or these people are just "$" worshipers. I guess anyone who worships the almighty dollar would be a hateful and or spiteful person all around.
The brick drive / walkway,
The walkway is another matter all together. I do know that I have to use the roundup on the walkway. It looks terrible. Well, that is nothing 30 hours worth of work wouldn't fix up. I would imagine that is about the amount of time it will take me to rework all the bricks in the walkway. I have to draw it up and plan what I am going to do, but it should be an interesting project to do.