Friday, March 07, 2014

Two Minute Post

Busy week and weekend ahead, I only have 2 minutes to make this post; hey, you get what you pay for...........no wait, you get for which you are paid.
Ain't they pretty? Jackson and Elizabeth last weekend at the Black Diamond formal. 
I found this right humerus.....................
A picture from an area near and dear when I was a kid. I still recall the smell of that river mud, now I find that it was the chemicals in the water and they grow tumors.
Humor from Bahhhhhhstahhhn; you know, definitely Back Bay Boston, like where Mrs. Wiley thought Ernest T was from............no wait, from whence Mrs. Wiley thought Ernest T....never mind

A very serious accident at a wedding, some thoughts (some from television, some mine of course):
1) I hope the bride wasn't hurt
2) Don't serve flaming alcohol drinks at your wedding
3) The camera-person sure did stay with the shot, never occurred to him to help the poor lady
4) Is there a drink name in here somewhere?
5) That guy's shirt sure did come off fast, kind of like he was waiting for something to happen so that he could remove it
6) Who are they going to get to clean this mess up?
7) Yeah, I know, blame basic cable for a couple of those
8) OK one more; you learned it as a child, stop, drop and roll
From Tennyson:
Half a league, half a league, 
Half a league onward, 
All in the valley of Death 
   Rode the six hundred. 
‘Forward, the Light Brigade! 
Charge for the guns!’ he said: 
Into the valley of Death 
   Rode the six hundred. 
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’ 
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew 
   Someone had blunder’d: 
Their’s not to make reply, 
Their’s not to reason why, 
Their’s but to do and die: 
Into the valley of Death 
   Rode the six hundred. 
Cannon to right of them, 
Cannon to left of them, 
Cannon in front of them 
   Volley’d and thunder’d;

Storm’d at with shot and shell, 
Boldly they rode and well, 
Into the jaws of Death, 
Into the mouth of Hell 
   Rode the six hundred. 
Flash’d all their sabres bare, 
Flash’d as they turn’d in air 
Sabring the gunners there, 
Charging an army, while 
   All the world wonder’d: 
Plunged in the battery-smoke 
Right thro’ the line they broke; 
Cossack and Russian 
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke 
Shatter’d and sunder’d. 
Then they rode back, but not 
   Not the six hundred. 
Cannon to right of them, 
Cannon to left of them, 
Cannon behind them 
   Volley’d and thunder’d; 
Storm’d at with shot and shell, 
While horse and hero fell, 
They that had fought so well 
Came thro’ the jaws of Death, 
Back from the mouth of Hell, 
All that was left of them, 
   Left of six hundred. 
When can their glory fade ? 
O the wild charge they made! 
   All the world wonder’d. 
Honour the charge they made! 
Honour the Light Brigade, 
   Noble six hundred!
Seems as though we had to memorize that when I was a kid, we'd all do well to remember it again right now with what's going on in the Ukraine. 
Jackson is on spring break next week and it looks as though he might go to the beach, yea! And that took five minutes, it was as fast as I could type. 

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