Burning Questions of The Day:
1. Why didn’t I brush my hair before taking this photo?
2. Where is my shower?
3. Has that hole been under my shower the entire 21 years?
4. Why were there two empty calking tubes and a rag inside the wall?
5. What is this animal and what is it doing?
Just wondering . . .
Burning Questions of the Day
1. Why won’t my low-end fully automated digital camera let me focus on the Tree?
2. Could Santa please bring me an SLR digital camera for Christmas?
3. Why does the wee little baby fish that hubby found in the pond not look like a koi? Did a rogue fish jump the fence and impregnate one of the koi?
4. Will the mommy fish need to go to therapy?
Just wondering . . .
Saturday was a perfect day in the desert with just the right amount of clouds and sun, as we headed out to the
Fountain Hills Artisan Festival.
Right there in the parking lot we ran into this handsome fellow made completely out of junk! His tail is made from a bumper from a car.
Good conformation!
Sweetest Face!
Hooves of a working horse.
Yep, that’s an old washing machine smack dab in the middle of Mr. Horse.
Those who chose to live in Fountain Hills don’t mind a rattlesnake or coyote in the yard. Which is why I live in The Valley within the safety of the farming community;
Chihuahuas would make a nice morning snack!
There must have been hundreds of artisans set up along winding, twisting paths, treasures laid out beneath colorful umbrellas. Funny how they frown upon taking photos of their work! Guess they were not aware of my complete lack of artistic talent and inability to copy their lovely work.
This little guy didn’t seem to mind my camera at all.
It was a delightful day in the just warm enough desert sun. Plenty of food and beverage choices. Just in case that witch from Weight Watcher’s On Line is reading, I had the stir fry veggie plate!
And a beer. . . . Ooops!
Every thirty minutes we were treated to the amazing site of the fountain rising from the desert.
The Perfect Day.
This photo of my parents has always made me swoon. My Daddy, Norman Vail Luckey, served in the U.S. Army during WWII. He arrived on Normandy Beach on the second day and made it three years through Europe before a bullet sent him home in a body cast. He recently celebrated his 67th Wedding Anniversary with his beautiful bride, my Mommy.
Soon another young man will be coming home from war, by the Grace of God, uninjured. His return will be honored with Silver Spurs and a Stetson.
My friend, Carolyn @ Magpie-Pixie recently interviewed SPC Ryan.
You can read about it in her post today. I thank you, Carolyn, with all of my heart.
Thank you to all who have served and continue to serve, and to those who paid the ultimate price for our freedom, fallen, but never forgotten.
The Army Commendation Medal is a United States military award which is presented for sustained acts of heroism or meritorious service , for valorous actions in direct contact with an enemy force, but of a lesser degree than required for the award of the Bronze Star.
DESCRIPTION AND SYMBOLISM
Obverse
In the center of a bronze hexagon one and three-eighths inches wide, an eagle with horizontally displayed wings and bearing on its breast a shield paly of thirteen pieces and a chief. In its talons the eagle hold three arrows. The shape of the medal was designed to distinguish the Commendation Medal from all other Army decorations. The eagle is from the Seal of the Department of Defense, and the shield is taken from the Great Seal of the United States.
Reverse
In the center of the bronze hexagon there is a plaque for engraving the recipient's name. Above the plaque, in two lines, the inscription in raised letters, FOR MILITARY, and below the plaque, MERIT. Below the word MERIT, and in the bottom point of the medal, there is a spray of laurel, representing achievement.
RIBBON 
The ribbon to the Army Commendation Medal consists of a field of Myrtle Green with five white stripes in the center and white stripes on each edge of the ribbon.
SPC Ryan has been awarded the Army Commendation Medal.
**clapping of many hands**
and a sincere Thank You, Son.
Prays never ceasing, rising up to heaven for all the members of Fort Hood, Home of the 1st Cavalry. My heart breaks for those who lost their beloveds yesterday. Know that you left this world as heroes preparing to defend our freedoms.
A woman with a clean closet is
A woman in control of her life.
I know it won’t last, but let me feel powerful just for today!
Gizmo is offering a Yoga Class by the pool this morning.
I just received this photo from Godeliva in The Netherlands!!!
Milo has arrived safe and sound.
Now off you go, and leave Godeliva a sweet little comment!
Congratulations on another well-earned early promotion, Specialist Ryan!!!
Surely you can hear the sound of my heart pounding with pride
all the way over there in Iraq.
i carry your heart by e.e. cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
