Gas at Guad's

This is me and my good friend and neighbor Carla and her sister, Jane. We had a lovely lunch at Guadalahonkeys. We laughed and gossiped and told stories about our lives, and cried. . . . we have all gone thru a life changing, and heartbreaking situation with a child. It is nice to be able to share with people who know exactly what you are feeling and can relate to this oh, so human condition. They are delightful. Jane has been blogging for a year. I have her link on the side. "Gratitude Project" She has blogged everyday about something she is thankful for.  I love reading her inspirational thoughts,  I look forward to it,  quite often, it is the best thing I read all day long.

A Day in Infamy

Mr. Vice President, Mr. Speaker, members of the Senate and the House of Representatives:

Yesterday, December 7th, 1941 - a date which will live in infamy - the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.

The United States was at peace with that nation, and, at the solicitation of Japan, was still in conversation with its government and its Emperor looking toward the maintenance of peace in the Pacific.

Indeed, one hour after Japanese air squadrons had commenced bombing in the American island of Oahu, the Japanese Ambassador to the United States and his colleague delivered to our Secretary of State a formal reply to a recent American message. And, while this reply stated that it seemed useless to continue the existing diplomatic negotiations, it contained no threat or hint of war or of armed attack.

It will be recorded that the distance of Hawaii from Japan makes it obvious that the attack was deliberately planned many days or even weeks ago. During the intervening time the Japanese Government has deliberately sought to deceive the United States by false statements and expressions of hope for continued peace.

The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian Islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. I regret to tell you that very many American lives have been lost. In addition, American ships have been reported torpedoed on the high seas between San Francisco and Honolulu.

Yesterday the Japanese Government also launched an attack against Malaya.

Last night Japanese forces attacked Hong Kong.

Last night Japanese forces attacked Guam.

Last night Japanese forces attacked the Philippine Islands.

Last night the Japanese attacked Wake Island.

And this morning the Japanese attacked Midway Island.

Japan has therefore undertaken a surprise offensive extending throughout the Pacific area. The facts of yesterday and today speak for themselves. The people of the United States have already formed their opinions and well understand the implications to the very life and safety of our nation.

As Commander-in-Chief of the Army and Navy I have directed that all measures be taken for our defense, that always will our whole nation remember the character of the onslaught against us.

No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people, in their righteous might, will win through to absolute victory.

I believe that I interpret the will of the Congress and of the people when I assert that we will not only defend ourselves to the uttermost but will make it very certain that this form of treachery shall never again endanger us.

Hostilities exist. There is no blinking at the fact that our people, our territory and our interests are in grave danger.

With confidence in our armed forces, with the unbounding determination of our people, we will gain the inevitable triumph. So help us God.

I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, December 7th, 1941, a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese Empire.

President Franklin D. Roosevelt - December 8, 1941

BEST 4-LETTER WORD

Ahh......And the Angels sang. . . . . Sale. . . . I'm in heaven.

FAREWELL TO FLIP-FLOPS

I wore my flip-flops to work yesterday, just as I have for the last 9 months, but today I have on shoes. It is cold. My feet got cold. I even took the dog for a short jaunt around the block in my flip flops last night, bad idea!  I'm sure I will have the flip flops on again . . . . soon, but until this cold snap leaves, it's time to cover up the feet.  I'm getting a pedicure on Saturday, I will have to wear open toed shoes then.  I'm actually enjoying being a bit chilled.   

Nancy Sinatra and my friend Val

These boots are cute.  I want them.  I'm sure you've noticed the plethora of darling fashion boots out this fall/winter.  Alas, my calves are like that of Petunia Pig's, and are a bit "thick" I even blogged about them earlier.  These are the kind of boots 
I want.

This is a lovely post-operative orthopedic boot my good friend Val is sporting.  Last January she had her left foot operated on.  Bones shaved, toes straightened with pins jutting out, veins from her leg used. . . .  .someplace.  It was a long recovery. . . . poor thing.  Well, on Monday she had her right foot go under the knife. . . . . same thing, bones shaved, toes all pinned up.  It's not pretty.

Because a couple of toes from the first surgery were not behaving, they needed some additional attention. . . . . more pins. . . . . argggggg, so this is the lovely and sexy 1/2 boot to go along with the full boot above.  She is such a trend setter with all the fashion footwear. . . . NOT.

I went to her home today to have lunch with her.  She had company.  Her darling grand babies.  When I went to leave they were in her kitchen eating lunch, so I snapped some pics and I told them that I would blog about them so their Grandma could see it. 

She has twins. . . . . I think this might be William. . . . or maybe Murphy. . . . not sure, but boy do they have the biggest blue eyes and the longest eyelashes.  So Cute.

If the 1st picture is William then this is Murphy, if the 1st picture is Murphy, then this is William, you know how that goes.  They are a couple of happy campers! 

This is sweet Emma.  She said her favorite princess was Rapunzel.  When I went to leave she said: "I love you"  How darling is that.  So I said "I love you too!"  Her hair is fabity-fab-fab-fabulous and curly! She's what I call "A pip" too cute!

This is Gehrig (spelling ?)  Notice the baseball themed names?  I predict that this little guy will give his parents gray hair. . . . . . . I'm just saying!

This is Satchel (spelling again?)  I asked him what they were eating and he said Taco's.  I said "from Taco Belch?" He said, "no, Taco Bell" then he burped.   What a cleaver boy!  I predict he will find a cure for cancer.  Look and that serious face - can't you just see all those great thoughts rolling around inside his brain!

So, that wraps up my Friday Lunch, it was lovely.  I hope you get feeling better Miss Val, and have a great weekend.

Vivvers

 There is nothing like the big ole' sloppy kisses of a 2 year old.  This little darling is back home in the "flatland" where she lives with her parents, sister and brother. ( I informed her older sister Hannah,  this summer that she didn't have to live there.  That when she graduated from high school she could move. . . . . . in with me.  When they were here for Thanksgiving, I reminded Hannah, and she remembered what I told her.)  Anyway, back to the kisses of a 2 year old.  They are sweet and sometimes boogerie, and if you kiss long enough you can breathe in their essense, suck in their life-force and make you remember that the world is a wonderful place.

The whole "cheek-to-cheek" is pretty good too.

Don't forget the best part of being 2 is the pokey-outtie-hair pony-tails. I love them so much.    I was able to be in hair-duty a couple of times when the Taylor Tots were here, it was good.

This brings me to my #1 rant. . . . . the fact that grandkids live far away.  I know everyone in my family is tired of me gripping about it. But, it doesn't change the fact that it goes against all the good and rightful laws of the universe. . . . grandkids should be close to those who love them most.  (Feel free to add your two-cents worth Bev)  I'm so pathetic, I didn't even get my camera out during their 8-day visit until about an hour before they left.  I thought to myself: "Self,  you call yourself a blogger. . . . you're pathetic."

*sigh*

I will do better.

THE WEASEL'S B-DAY

My youngest brother is affectionately called "The weasel" that is because our father, after coming home from the hospital when he was born, said that's what he looked like. . . . and it stuck. Happy Birthday Little Brother!