Happy Thanksgiving 2012

Okay, you don't have to remind us.  We know this is an old Dr Seuss Day graphic and tomorrow is Thanksgiving.  But we need to take our hats off in a bit, so we grabbed the first hat pic we found.  Hang in with us..

Monday we posted the musical video Angel Flight about the USAF pilots who fly their fallen brothers home.  It's a beautiful song.  And it even makes grown men teary.  Today Jan looked up Radney Foster, who co-wrote and performs it, on Facebook.  Then she looked up Darden Smith, the guy who had the original idea and asked Foster to help him with it.  There she found a link to something called Song Writing With Soldiers, a retreat for soldiers - young or old - to get together, talk about their experiences and write songs together.

“This isn’t about guys sitting around and singing songs,” said Anne Marie Dougherty, director of the Bob Woodruff Foundation. “This is about suicide prevention and giving them hope and confidence to get on with their life.”  We hope you will visit SongWritingWithSoldiers and read about the program. 

Okay, now we need the hats -
We'd like to take our hats off to Darden Smith and all those associated / involved with this program. What a great way to help men and women.

And if you haven't watched the Angel Flight video yet, we hope you will.  Since we only learned of this beautiful song recently, we didn't realize it was written in 2009, and has been sung at at least a few "fallen soldier" funerals.

We're supposed to be thinking of things we're grateful for this week.  Actually every day, but especially as Thanksgiving approaches.  We know we have a lot to be thankful for - a roof over our heads, kibble in the bowls, toys for Sam to eat, etc.

And you know Jan has to be thankful for us.  She better be!  What would she do without us? 

We give her a reason to get up in the morning - walk us woofies and feed all us furries! 

We keep her limber bending over to pick up everything the kitties have dumped on the floor (for the umpteenth time). 

We keep her dancing.  (Stepping over yakked up hairballs.) 

And we keep her singing.  (Merci, stop piddling around and get your butt in here!  Rusty, don't you dare run out that door!  Percy, stop picking on Micah! Percy, you're supposed to pee IN the pan, not pee OVER it!. *Notice who gets picked on the most.*  Not very melodious but Jan can't carry a tune anyway.)

But for some reason she's been sitting down in the dumps this week so we should close and go find her in case she's gotten lost again.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving.