I'm Thinking About...

The USO

Because...

I'm now officially a proud volunteer. 
And loving every minute of it.

Though, I've never yet had to force donuts down a young soldier.
Maybe we haven't come to that part yet.

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Family

Because...

I ♥ them so very much.

You know you have it bad when just thinking about them
makes a happy little ache creep into your throat.

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High Heels

Because...

I have two brand new bee-you-ti-ful pairs I can't quit thinking about.

Literally.

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The Ramsey Family

Because...

Emma, Johanna, Grace & all the others

 have become so dear to me.

These days, my thoughts & prayers are

with them more often even than usual.

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 On the Waterfront

Because...

With faces like these & a love story like that...

it's too drool-worthy to not think about

watching for the 646th time.

*sigh*

Have I mentioned lately that it's my favorite-est film?

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Falling in Love

Because...

It's one of those things girls think about.

Just tryin' to keep it real.

(Don't worry, I'll tell you when it happens.)

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Sunglasses

 Because...

My two lovely sisters & I went shopping for them today.

And two of us found them. 

You know, that perfect pair. 

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A New Blog

Because I've been thinking about possibly starting one for months.

I don't know. 

I've loved my time spent writing for songs I sing very much. 

But anymore, it seems tied a bit too

much to everything we once had.

Everything that makes me ache so much I feel I can't breathe.

It's just an idea.

But one I'd love to hear your opinion on...

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This Picture

Because...

I like it.

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Yes, I'm Blaming Them for the Lack of Posts...

I'm sorry my posts have been sporadic once again. This time, though, it's actually not my fault. I can't tell you how many times I've actually written something & was prepared to post it...only to find that Blogger somehow squashes everything together in an odd, unreadable sort of way or eats every word except the odd sentence or two.

I can see everything I've written on the regular "new post" screen, but when I switch to preview it or actually do go ahead & post it, everything has completely disappeared. *sigh* I can't tell you how frustrating that is.

I try to save my post & go back & try to fix it, but that hasn't been working. After struggling with trying to post the same thing ten times over, I must confess, I give up & erase it altogether. If you'd typed & re-typed that same post that many times, I think you'd be sick of your own writing, too.

Anyway, just wanted to let you know that I'm still here.

Love,
Emily

Whispered Thoughts...

I write the story of my life on tiny slips of paper...

...that slip from my fingers like so much falling snow.

Jennifer...

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"If you could choose one characteristic that would

get you through life, choose a sense of humor."

Jennifer Jones

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And It's Purple, Too!

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I finally caved in and purchased the video camera I've been considering for some time now. I tend to lean much more toward the 'necessity only' side of things when purchasing anything for myself. Except, that is, when it comes to books...but they are a necessity to me! ;)

I can drive my family, and myself, crazy sometimes with my questioning before a purchase. 'Should I buy it...or shouldn't I?' And this being only the second 'major' purchase I've made in my entire--gulp--life.

I'm so glad now, though, that I decided to spend the money for it.

It's tiny, and prettyful, and matches my laptop.

Can it get any better than that?

I'm going to have so much fun capturing some of the crazy, lovable, & downright silly antics of we people around here. Not sure if I'll ever muster up enough courage to show them to anyone outside of immediate, immediate family, though.

Not, that is, until I sound a little less like a

deranged squirrel & a little more like myself.

Sheesh, it's quite frightening.

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War...

Sgt. Mike Strank
KIA March 1, 1945, Iwo Jima
He was 25 years old.

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War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things.
The decayed & degraded state of moral & patriotic feeling
which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse.

The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight,
nothing which is more important than his own personal safety,
is a miserable creature & has no chance of being free unless
made & kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.


John Stuart Mill

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August...

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I blinked one day...

...and found that Summer
is nearly winding to a close.

How did the days slip by so quickly?

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