Hi Friends!  I have something really special to tell you about today....Coupons and Free stuff!  What do we like better than that?  Okay, well, there's a couple of things...like chocolate and romance novels (hint, hint),  but that's for another time.

I have a friend who's a member of a consumer testing panel.  She gets to review new products and tell the public what she really thinks about them.  And her readers reap the rewards!  She includes details about coupons and (intermittent) goodies in her posts! 

Here is the website:
http://bzzingworld-wide.blogspot.com/
I will make a permanent link to it here for you, but run over now and check it out.  She's giving away THREE sets of Glade fragrance for the home!  But hurry, once word gets out, the competition will be fierce! 

Enjoy!

Please let me know if you can relate to my poetry offering for today…

  Five O’Clock Freeway!

             Five o’clock freeway:

  tempers and tires.

    Drivers whose patience…

               is stretched to the wire. 

  Darting twixt Dodges

—a new “car” roulette—

‘cause meetings and schedules

all have to be met.  

Tense hands strum a gearshift 

while rocking to Kiss!

Now, who remains sane

when living like this?

Please have a great week.  Stay safe.  Don't forget to sign up for my email list (at the top, under the magnolia branch) or sign up to "Follow" so you'll receive each message.  And remember to FEED the FISHIES!!   Thanks!  *smile* 

Whippoorwill

She rode in on whippoorwill
Seeking for a home
Was blinded by the strobing lights
Dazed by all the chrome

She spoke a different language
Walked a different way
Searched the world for stardrops
All she found was clay

They put her in a tiny cage
And taught her how to sing
They wrapped her heart in darkness
She never saw the spring

Bit by bit her light grew dim
She finally lost her way
By then her captors owned her soul
And she was helpless prey

Whippoorwill sings a mournful tune
A haunting melody
For the one who came and loved us all
Just wanting to be free


Hope you enjoy my poem today.  I wonder if you can guess who it is written for?  (Noone of today.)

Hi there, Hero.

You know, it occurred to me today that I haven't heard much lately about our men and women in the armed services - beyond the verbal skirmishes about the pros and cons of their returning home from certain occupied countries.  

Sometimes, in the rush and bother of our day-to-day lives, it's easy to forget what they're doing, isn't it?  At least for a small space of time.  I, personally, believe that is truly tragic.   

Below you'll find an open letter I've written to these very important people.  I hope you'll take the time to read it.  But more than that, if you know someone in the service, I hope you'll pass it on. 

Thanks!




Hi there, Hero:
My name is Robyn. I'm a housewife, (proud) mom, professional school volunteer, part-time speaker and budding author. I don't have any degrees, or fancy diplomas. I'm not a doctor, a lawyer or an Indian chief.  *smile*   I'm just a simple country gal stringing a bunch of letters and words together for some really important folks. Bear with me. You just grab hold and we'll see where we end up.

I've been having a hard time trying to figure out exactly where to start this conversation. It's funny. I'm a really loud, kind of obnoxious, out-spoken person in real life. I have one of those laughs that you can hear from across the room (which I hate.) But it would probably surprise some people to learn I also have a bashful side, and it's hard to know quite where to begin a new friendship...especially one as important as this one. Your friendship and respect mean a lot to me, 'cause YOU mean a lot to me.

I think about you a great deal. Wherever you are, doing that thing you do; for me and my family. Now, I realize you may not be thinking of ME and my particular family while you're doing your job, but it works out just the same.

I respect you a lot. And I know my day-to-day world is able to keep spinning on its axis because you DO keep doing that thing you do.

For example, my kids get up and go to school each and every morning.

Here in our quaint little town in North Alabama, there are three elementary schools. When my children were smaller - we CHOSE the one our children attended. (BTW, my son used to shower and get ready for school the night before - clothes and all, and then jump into bed. Did any of you ever do anything so silly?)

Tomorrow morning, on Sunday, I'll get up and listen to my 15-year-old daughter excitedly preparing for the church services we CHOOSE to attend. My 19-year-old son will stay home, because he has made a CHOICE to leave our faith for the present time (and break our hearts.)

On the way, we'll pass some construction projects - yep, things have slowed down some. But they're still there, and thank goodness, too. My family happens to be in the Building Supply business.

But I know who to thank when I see a contractor leaning a ladder against a new house frame. And if he's a smart contractor, he'll whisper a prayer of thanks with every board he secures and every nail he hammers down, because a United States Serviceman helped put him on that ladder.

After church services, my family will decide whether to come home for lunch or to eat out. That's a privilege we enjoy that many others don't, and we know it. Later in the evening, we'll playfully argue about which channel and show to watch on TV, or if we should turn it off all together. (HA!)

Sometime next week, I'll end up at the grocery store - and I may accidently find myself fussing because I have too many boxes of cereal to choose from.

In about ten months, I will get to choose whether I will stay home or head out to vote. (For the record, I will be at the polls.)

And because of you, I can complain about all of the above.

I wanted to let you know that I realize it's the job you do that allows me and my family to make these day-to-day decisions. We are able to walk freely, worship freely, and work freely.  We LIVE freely each moment of our lives - thanks to you..

Not only that, but you are willing to do for me what I am not willing to do for myself.  I can't even begin to wrap my mind around the courage it takes to do what you do. To say I admire you is almost an insult. You ARE my Hero.

I'm just a little teary now - but before I go, let me say it as plainly as I can. Thank You. From the bottom of my heart. You are part of a long line of brave men and women willing to put others before themselves, and America above all.

God bless you, and God bless The United States of America. Now and forever.

Sincerely,
Robyn Corum
2/2012