9 times out of 10 times I would prefer to use a natural remedy over a store bought chemical version, or doctor prescribed medication.  I suffer from ear pain & irritation on a regular basis due to allergies. I also live in a very dry climate.   Just recently I bought this great Ear Oil from Ripple Ranch Remedies and I was pleasently surprised at how quickly it worked and how little I had to use to get results. 

I received a wonderful little sample gift from her as well and now I am addicted to the pleasent scent of roses on my hands which are getting softer and softer...

I really love your products Rippy.  Thank you!

Here's an excellent resource for families who are having trouble making ends meet, or who would simply like to donate to a worthy cause.

http://www.sharecolorado.com/index.cfm?action=how_does_share_work

Here is another one for all over the US:

http://www.angelfoodministries.com/

If you are near Greeley, (Colorado,)  there is a 'Save-A-Lot' store there, where they have excellent prices on canned goods.

When a soldier comes home, he finds it hard....
 

.to listen to his son whine about being bored.


.to keep a straight face when people complain about potholes.


.to be tolerant of people who complain about the hassle of getting ready for work.
 


.to be understanding when a co-worker complains about a bad night's sleep.


.to be silent when people pray to God for a new car.

.to control his panic when his wife tells him he needs to drive slower.
.to be compassionate when a businessman expresses a fear of flying.


.to keep from laughing when anxious parents say they're afraid to send their kids off to summer camp.


...to keep from ridiculing someone who complains about hot weather.


.to control his frustration when a colleague gripes about his coffee being cold.


.to remain calm when his daughter complains about having to walk the dog.


.to be civil to people who complain about their jobs.


.to just walk away when someone says they only get two weeks of vacation a year.


.to be happy for a friend's new hot tub.


.to be forgiving when someone says how hard it is to have a new baby in the house.


.not to punch a wall when someone says we should pull out immediately


The only thing harder than being a Soldier...


Is loving one.



Contributed by Seanzmom:

You May Not Know

The sound of the ramp hitting ground
Vibrations of boots plunking sound
You are here to liberate
Just leaving family, last week-late

You May Not Know

The sound of a heart in its chest
Pushing blood at its best
Saluting a woodened box draped in shroud
That could be you-thinking not--aloud

You May Not Know

Nekkid Chicken
November 13, 2007

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what’s worth remembering about a war?

As fewer Americans achieve an impression of national service, and as even fewer of them will ever experience military service, the question becomes both logical and significant. For most to understand what it is we remember, they would do well to put aside the romantic notions of wars in the past. In the old days, they wrote that it was sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. In modern war, there’s nothing sweet, nor fitting about it. War is an ugly and brutal world, lonely and painful and terrifying … it is a world who’s highest height means just survival and who’s lowest depth is the death of good people. And I know too, that the cruelest of combat ironies is that survival, itself, carries a special, lasting pain. Rarely a day would pass without the Colonel rerunning battles, reliving the dread and the horror. No matter how hard he would wrestle with the details; no matter how hard he tried to change them, the endings were always the same he would say, good men die and I live. 32 years in the Air Force, a bomber pilot, for gosh sake he was one of the best, the chosen, but yet still he wrestled with the guilt that comes from thinking there might have been something I could have done to save more of those who died. I heard about this more times than I wanted to from this brave man.
So, given that, we need to revisit the question again, what’s worth remembering about a war? Quite simply, the only thing worth remembering is the warriors, those men and women, those like Colonel William Frederick Wilson, who stood up and answered a call that others might not have heard and that none of us really understood. They did not have or seek the safe refuges that sheltered more fortunate sons and daughters. Oh yes, they complained the same grips customary to the combat soldier since the time of Alexander the Great. But when it came time to put their butts on the line, they did. And Colonel William Frederick Wilson lied about his age in order to, because you see he was considered too old, to old to fly but he did. He served. He suffered, and God knows, too many of his friends died. And when they did, they died not for honor nor glory; not for the flag or apple pie; not for fame nor conquest nor a cushioned seat in the kingdom of heaven. They died for what soldiers have always died for, they died for each other. They died in an enduring act of love that exceeds the misery and horror of war. That love will outlive our imperfect bodies but must forever survive in the consciousness of a nation losing its sense of shared love. It is one of most pervasive myths of war that the battlefield is the province of fear and hatred and anger. But fear never made anyone leave safety to aid a wounded buddy. And hatred never motivated a nurse to work through the night in a blood soaked make shift shack to repair busted limbs and soothe shattered minds. And never did anger cause anyone to share the last, blasted moments of a man’s life rather than let him die alone. Only love can do that. Only love will make a man risk his life for another. A man would not give up his life for a million dollars but on the battlefield, he will risk it willingly for nothing more than the knowledge that he came to help a comrade in need. And it hurts, oh God how it hurts to remember Colonel Bill, and others, but think for one minute how much more it would hurt if we ever forgot them. For that’s what we remember, when we remember ‘war’ we remember who we are, what they did for us and how much we are loved by each other.
Colonel William Frederick Wilson was laid to rest Nov. 27, 2005 at the age of 94. And over the roar of every jet that passes through the Desert sky, you might be able to hear Loretta Marie softly tell the Colonel as she lifts her eyes "See, I told you I would never forget you."

Thanks Buzzz for remembering your war heros your great newspaper and for letting me share a part of my remembrances with you. Happy Memorial Day. Loretta Marie Palm Springs, CA since 1978

Money is intangible property, and escheat is when a business owes ANYONE any money for any reason and can’t find them or their heirs to pay it to.  That’s why you hear Colorado telling you to look on the Great Colorado Payback web site to see if they have any money for you or your family or friends.  There is a site like that for every state, or you can go to www.MissingMoney.com where most of the states (eventually all of them) combine their lists.  Check your name, and your parents or even your grandparents, whoever.  Be surprised what you find.

Like I tell people, grandpa had a farm in Oklahoma, and when he died grandma couldn’t run it and all their daughters grew up and got married (changed their names) and moved away, so she sold the farm, but knew enough to keep the mineral rights.  Now she’s passed on and the kids are scattered all over and getting old and the grandkids are grown and they don’t even know grandpa ever had a farm in Oklahoma.  Now there’s a well every 50 feet and I have $250,000.00 for them and don’t even know where to begin looking.

Be smart, get on that web site!

in the small town of Windsor Colorado.  Many families still need help.

For Donations of Clothing, Non-Perishable Foods, or other Necessities, you can drop your treasures at the Steele's Market in Windsor.

For Cash Donations, you can go to mywindsornow.com and make a donation on-line.
 
Prayers are always a blessing.