Friday, December 27, 2013

Standing Up For What You Believe

And the truth shall set you free!!!!

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Monday, December 23, 2013

Sunday, December 22, 2013


Hop aboard the ice train :-)
The bushy asparagus left for next year all frozen.
Just a house I passed going into town.  See all the trees around it.

Damage to some of our trees.

More trees damaged on the property.

We ventured out today to go to church, and then the feed store for our critters.  Amazingly enough, the roads were totally clear.  The only thing you see now is damage……plenty of tree damage with ice all over the branches.
How is it where you’re at?

Saturday, December 21, 2013


Yes, Blurry just getting the picture of the grass not of Beans. Beans was moving across the grass gingerly.

Mr. Squirrel ran in front of the camera while taking a picture of the tree.

Tank's Antenna on his Chevy

And it’s just beginning!  Today is supposed to be worse.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Leigh's Give Away & Clouds, Moon

Tonight’s the final night you can register for a giveaway sponsored by Leigh over at 5 Acres & a Dream Blog.  She’s created a wonderful book relating to a self-sufficient homestead. This book is the give-away and is called:     5 Acres & a Dream Book:  The Challenges of Establishing a Self-Sufficient Homestead.  

Here are a few pictures of the clouds and moon over Oklahoma.


Thursday, December 12, 2013

Christmas Poem by LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN

This poem is being presented exactly how it was written by LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN (I have not altered it in any way).  

Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.  
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Chris tmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The  sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.  
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight..
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.  
"What are you doing?" I asked  without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Chris tmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "It’s really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times..
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my father’s before me.
My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of  ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.  
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures; he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.  
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."  
“So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."  
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
PLEASE, would you do the kind favor of sending this to as many
people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our
U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these
festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people
stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum, Iraq
"Real Integrity is doing the right thing, knowing that no body's going to know whether you did it or not."
If you can't back our troops, maybe you should STAND IN FRONT OF THEM!