Weedvillian Walker: Raffle

Friday, January 12, 2007

Raffle

Going to be using the blog as a forum, I see. Please add any comments or ideas you may have for me. I'm in the process of working through a raffle, using a gift basket full of products, such as bubble bath, hand cream, candles, a pedometer, hopefully a gift certificate or two etc..am going to try to get this put together for the month of February. Am figuring once its done, I can take a picture, make a list of the products and get copies to those who are further away and cannot see the actual product. Can also post it on here for anyone to see. Please either email me or post your comments or ideas here. thanks!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...: wow your really gettin in to these little guys that move huh?; 9:41 PM
Anonymous said...: Hi sis, trying this out. Peggi; 10:12 PM

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In Memory

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!””Gone where?”Gone from my sight.
That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: ‘Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke

Don't Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will. When the road you're trudging seems all uphill. When funds are low and the debts are high. And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down a bit. Rest, if you must, but don't you quit Life is queer with its twists and turns. As everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a failure turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out: Don't give up though the pace seems slow- you may succeed with another blow. Success is failure turned inside out- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt. And you never can tell how close you are. It may be near when it seems so far: So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit- It's when things seem worst that you must not QUIT Author unknown