Rewind~~First Day of School~~2010

This is always my least favorite day of the year. The kids go back to school and all the crazy schedules start up again. The only other day of the year, that even comes close to this day, is the day after Christmas vacation, because then you have the death of the holiday in addition to the end of vacation. I have a small list of songs on Itunes guaranteed to increase my already down mood.

The Circle Game by Joni Mitchell

Bridge Over Troubled Water by Simon and Garfunkel

A Little Green by Joni Mitchell

Fire and Rain by James Taylor

Slipping Through My Fingers on the Mamma Mia Soundtrack

Accident

7-year-old Girl with Head Injury Airlifted from Blaine Accident

A 7-year-old girl was airlifted from the scene of a traffic accident in Blaine after suffering a head injury.

Blaine police say the girl was taken to Hennepin County Medical Center with non-life threatening injuries.

According to Blaine police, the accident happened just after 5 p.m. when a 2003 Hyundai Accent driven by a 43-year-old male from Ham Lake was crossing Highway 65 on eastbound on 133rd Lane NE and was struck by a northbound 2003 Chevrolet Cavalier.

The girl was unconscious when witnesses arrived on the scene, police say. She regained consciousness by the time paramedics arrived.


The driver of the Cavalier was transported by ambulance to the hospital with non-life threatening injuries.

From Greg~~43 year old was in a silver escort, airlifted his 7 year old daughter to hcmc. News reported her with non-life threatening injuries. I was north bound on hwy 65 at 133 Ave, guess they shut 65 down for the helicopter to drop in,... was taken away in ambulance after calling 911. chest hurts, lost some more hair and my prescription sun glasses with airbag deployment. Don't think it knocked any sense into me, Scalp still burns where either my glasses or the steering wheel airbag cover abraised my head. Neck and head hurt but manageable with ibuprofen. Need to talk to Blaine police as I'm listed as an unknown driver in the report. Also need to contact insurance and find out where my car is. luckily it only hurts when I laugh or move. 9-15

North West Company Fur Post

"Step into the recreated world of 1804, where you can stop at the Ojibwe encampment and learn how the seasonal living of the Ojibwe changed when Europeans arrived. Meet a fur trade clerk who explains the system of barter that moved beaver fur from the hands of Indian hunters onto the heads of fashionable Europeans."

Respect

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re·spect

   [ri-spekt] Show IPA

noun

1.

a particular, detail, or point (usually preceded by in ): to differ in some respect.

2.

relation or reference: inquiries with respect to a route.

3.

esteem for or a sense of the worth or excellence of a person, a personal quality or ability, or something considered as a manifestation of a personal quality or ability: I have great respect for her judgment.

4.

deference to a right, privilege, privileged position, or someone or something considered to have certain rights or privileges; proper acceptance or courtesy; acknowledgment: respect for a suspect's right to counsel; to show respect for the flag; respect for the elderly.

5.

the condition of being esteemed or honored: to be held in respect.

Rodeo Time!

34th Annual Isanti Firefighters Rodeo

Isanti Lions

Well, it's bulls and blood
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
He'll win the next go 'round
It's boots and chaps
It's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo. Garth Brooks

Stone Arch Festival of the Arts

Stone Arch Festival

Tatanka Killer

Jeffers Petroglyphs
It was a hot summer day. Not a cloud in the sky, and the wind was blowing up a red dust filled haze across the open prairie. You could taste the grit being blown into your face. The family had not eaten in hours. We'd tracked the long hunt path past the petroglyphs, around the fields of prairie grasses and wildflowers back to the watering hole. It seemed hopeless. When scanning the the northern horizon from within the man made shelter we spotted our prey. Not more then 100 yards from the back door of the trading post, standing there in the prairie was the lone buffalo. I stalked my way into the fenced in channel which protected onlookers from the charge should it come. To my wandering eyes I located an atlatl and the projectiles at the end of my journey. I load up my first quarrel and set it flying, the 30 mile wind pulled it hard to the left and it dropeed behind my target giving it no warning of my intent. I quickly loaded a second and thanks to the nearsightedness of the beast he did not see the projectile clear him and land in the field beyond. I loaded up my third quarrel and took careful aim and just grazed the buffalo's back. He stood there in shock and that is when my fourth projectile flew threw the air and pierced his heart. A perfect throw, unmatched in the previous couple weeks of many attempts by others. And that my friends is how you earn the coveted piece of parchment naming you a buffalo hunter out at the Jeffers Petrogrlyphs.