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Happy Veterans Day!
To all who have served, and to those who still serve.
We here at H&B give you thanks for your service and all the sacrifices you made along the way. Please feel free to share any stories about your time in the service in the comments, past or present.
And hoist a beer in your honor 
From the Halls of Monteczuma
To the shores of Tripoli!!!
You look wonderful for being 236 years old.
HOOAH!!!
And Because I Wrote About the Fwench…
I give you this.
Now, make sure you get your fill of tricks today 
Halloweenin’
I love this holiday. It is the one day of the year when I can wear the most ridiculous stuff, and no one questions my sanity, or my lack of fashion sense. This is the one day when it is perfectly fine to gorge on candy and sweets, and drink it all down with BOOZE*. Ok, you can do that everyday, but it’s more fun on Halloween.
This year, Little One suggested I dress up as a ladybug. The thought of being a round insect gave me pause. Eldest suggested I wear a toga, but I did that last year, and I hate repeating. Son suggested I go as homicidal maniac, since the look just like everyone else. And he has a point. But making my own costume is 50% of the fun. Well, 75% if I do make-up.
So, my sweet swilling friends, what is the best costume ever, and are you playing dress-up?
Remembering
Last Friday, I overheard a woman speaking to her friend how she just didn’t understand why we don’t move on and not think about 9/11/01 any more. To her, it was just so long ago, and we should just put it behind us. I admit, I was very angry. Forgetting is the first step in repeating, after all. But 9/11 was not “long ago”. Not when you have a gaping hole still seeping in the middle of New York City, one that wounds the Nation’s soul. A gaping hole that keeps being salted by the likes of political correctness. I ask you, how can you forget about this:
Courtesy of XbradTC
Remembering gives us hope. Remembering gives us a goal. Remembering honors those who were killed, and those who died to protect us.
Forgetting lets the terrorists win.
Crossposted in part at Sithy Things.
Independence Day
Like most of you, I have read the Declaration of Independence a few times. And at the end of the Preamble, there is this:
But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.
That is my favorite part, the one quote that lies at the heart of what the Declaration means. There are some that choose to forget what this means, and there are others that fight for it, everyday.
There will come a time when we will need to throw off despotism, and provide new guards for our future security. History has taught us this: that she will repeat herself as long as ignorance abounds like putrescent mold upon the fabric of time.
Though this post is somber in thought, I hope you celebrate our country’s independence with joy, and much laughter, and while you are looking up to the heavens enjoying the fireworks, give a thought to the men and women who have sacrificed so much for our freedoms.
Long may she wave
Happy Father’s Day!!!
We here at H&B hope you are enjoying a lazy day today, and being catered to like the kings you are.
I bet some of you are wigging out now, aren’t ya??
Enjoy your day!! 
In Remembrance
In honor of those who have died protecting our liberties.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
For the brave men and women who died while in service to this great country.
Cross-posted at Sithy Things.
The Day After
Mother’s Day came and went, and as usual, it couldn’t be normal. The day started out with the kids sleeping in, so I got up to make my coffee, scandalizing Little One who had chosen to sleep on the couch so she could get up and serve me breakfast in bed. She kept bugging me to go back to bed, but once I’m up, I’m up, so she made me banana muffins and cut strawberries up with the knife I bought for her.
What??
Anyway, the morning went fine. I had a nice bunch of loot from my mom and sisters, as well as a tiny box of chocolates that Little One purchased unbeknownst to me. Yes, I did tear up. But the best surprise came from Hubby:
These had arrived on Saturday, and Eldest had kept them hidden upstairs. Two dozen of the loveliest, lushest roses I have ever received. And he had arranged for them before he told told me to get myself something nice. Which I did. A lovely rose brooch. He knows me very well.
As to the rest of the day? Suffice it to say, there were three last-minute projects, paperwork to turn in for pre-registration, and picky kids who couldn’t agree on dinner, so fast food FTW!! And at Midnight, things finally settled down.
Peace is only a vegetable around here
Girlie Drink of the Week
Guess what?? IT’S NOT LENT ANYMORE!!!! WHOO HOO!!!! Unfortunately, it’s Parenting 24/7 here, so I can’t just play catch-up But with Mother’s Day approaching, and since I lapsed and didn’t do a shopping guide for y’all, I figured I would do a pretty simple and delish drink to serve to all the mothers, be they of the parental or attitude kind.
As a side note, this year I purchased Lolita glasses for all of my sisters and sisters-in-law. And for me. Of course for me. They all come with recipes, some of which I am hesitant to try. But once in a while, the recipe listed just screams to be done.
This is one of those times.
The Pink Panties:
3 oz vanilla vodka
1 oz light cream
Juice from a few crushed strawberries
Sugar cubeIn a shaker, place vodka, cream and juice. Shake well with ice. Rim martini glass with sugar, and place sugar cube in glass. Pour mix slowly, and garnish with strawberry slices.
And the perfect vehicle for that libation:
Make sure to appreciate the moms this Sunday!!!
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