Welcome to Pink Saturday once again. Remember to visit with Beverly of How Sweet The Sound and view all of the participants.
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Remember the garage sale we had in July? Well, I do and I also remember rescuing a couple of things I'd forgotten I had. This little pink and white plaid blanket was one of them. How could I get rid of this I ask you? It's so sweet, and I just may throw it over the back of the new slipcovers.
It looks as if some young girl may have stitched her initials on a small piece of cloth and then attached it to this blanket.
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Remember the garage sale we had in July? Well, I do and I also remember rescuing a couple of things I'd forgotten I had. This little pink and white plaid blanket was one of them. How could I get rid of this I ask you? It's so sweet, and I just may throw it over the back of the new slipcovers.
It looks as if some young girl may have stitched her initials on a small piece of cloth and then attached it to this blanket.
I just couldn't sell it or give it to the thrift store so it remains in this house looking for a spot to rest. KME, I wonder who she was. Sweet embroidery.
~*~Random Thoughts:
Sherry from Country Wings in Phoenix said "A piece of art inside our home. Who would have thought that banners once used for sales and birthday parties would become a piece of art inside our home?" She's right. We now view them as art. I love the way she put that. What a wise and thinking woman she is.
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I went to a restaurant recently and most of the items on the menu were spicy. I've never been fond of spicy foods and less so as my body ages! Even the salad dressings are jalapeno, spicy, hot, etc. I just want a salad with vinegar and oil, or a steak with seasonings that won't make my mouth a flame thrower. What is it with everyone wanting hot or spicy even on their burger, sandwiches and salads, for Pete sakes?
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And speaking of restaurants, they are many moms and dads that are trying to fool us into believing that their kids don't usually act like brats at restaurants and home. I don't buy that for one minute. Personally, most of the kids I've seen are right up there with the monster in Alien. Terrorizing the patrons, running around like brats. The parents are chasing and threatening them but you can tell it means nothing to them. They know their parents and know nothing will happen. But each parent tries to make us believe they get discipline at home. The proof is in the way they run through the restaurant. I've been there also, MOMS, and my kids got taken out and bottoms paddled. They either sat there politely or they were marched out to the car.
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I was listening to the radio on the way to Boise recently and heard a man talking about Finland. It was recently listed as the best place to live. Let me give you some facts about this.
They have little of the technology we have here.
They gasoline/petrol costs about $6.00 a gallon.
They live in log homes with tiny rooms.
A load of bread is $4.30.
A liter bottle of water is $3.75
Simple small log home with 5 bedrooms can cost $1,100,000.
Schools are free.
University is free.
Medical care is free.
They are charged an exorbitant rate of taxes with an extra VAT of 23%!!
A fast food hamburger is $4.50
They have one of the highest tax rates in the world.
One man said "Our schools, universities and health care are free." Oooooh, no they're not. He's paying exorbitant taxes for that "free" stuff.
Ohhh, and also they have an enormous rate of alcoholism in Finland. I kind of guess that says it all right there, huh?!
I love the USA, a country founded on Christian principles. It is by far the greatest country on earth and I and my family can attest to it having been many places in other parts of the world. I get upset when I hear people bashing this country or longing to live in an exotic country that they dream about being good and wonderful. Give it a try sometime and see how fast you return to the good old USA! It's a God-given country for freedom of religion. I could go on and on but you'd be bored.
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The truth is never popular.
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With that I'm going to give you some eye candy, chicks!
My personal favorite.
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