Read only if you have time for God. Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom.
God, when I received this, I thought... I don't have time for this... And, this is really inappropriate during work.
Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is.... Exactly, what has caused a lot of the problems in our world today.
We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning.... Maybe, Sunday night... And, the unlikely event of a midweek service.
We do like to have Him around during sickness.... And, of course, at funerals.
However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play... Because.. That's the part of our lives we think... We can, and should, handle on our own.
May God forgive me for ever thinking... That... There is a time or place where.. HE is not to be FIRST in my life.
We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.
If, You aren't ashamed to do this... Please follow the directions.
Jesus said, 'If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father.'
Not ashamed?
Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!
Yes, ..... I DO Love God.
HE is my source of existence and Savior.
He keeps me functioning each and every day.
Without Him, I will be nothing.
But, with Christ, HE strengthens me. (Phil 4:13)
This is the simplest test.
If You Love God... And, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things HE has done for you... Tell your friends about what you have just read. Now do you have the time to pass it on?
Make sure that you scroll through to the end.
Easy vs. Hard
Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie?
Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?
Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e-mail, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones?
Of all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best one..... There are no costs, but wonderful rewards... GOD BLESS!
Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.
Isn't it funny how someone can say 'I believe in God' but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also 'believes' in God).
Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?
Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.
I pray, for everyone who reads this, they will be blessed by God in a way special for them.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Inception
Plot: Cobb was hired to plant an idea into the mind of the son of a bigshot who owned a huge company. If the son continued with the company then there would be basically a huge monopoly of the one item. In order to plant the idea Cobb and his team went into the son's mind via a 'dreambox.' To make us really confused is how these dreams all mesh together and how they all makes sense. I took three years of Psychology so I semi get it, but to not spoil it all for you, I won't tell you how they do it.
I mean come on, if I can understand it, then you can too!
I apologize for the pictures, sometimes they come out a little fuzzy!
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Everyone
Everyone says you only fall in love once, but thats not true, because everytime I see you, I fall in love all over again.
New E-mail Virus
Anyone-using Internet mail such as Yahoo, GMail, Hotmail, AOL and so on. This information arrived this morning, Direct from both Microsoft and Norton. Please send it to everybody you know who has Access to the Internet. You may receive an apparently harmless e-mail titled “Here you have it” If you open the file, a message will appear on your screen saying: 'It is too late now, your life is no longer beautiful....'
Subsequently you will LOSE EVERYTHING IN YOUR PC, And the person who sent it to you will gain access to your Name, e-mail and password. This is a new virus which started to circulate on Saturday afternoon. AOL has already confirmed the severity, and the anti virus software's are not capable of destroying it.
The virus has been created by a hacker who calls himself 'life owner'.
PLEASE SEND A COPY OF THIS E-MAIL TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS, And ask them to PASS IT ON IMMEDIATELY!
THIS HAS BEEN CONFIRMED BY SNOPES.
http://www.snopes.com/computer/virus/hereyouhave.asp
Subsequently you will LOSE EVERYTHING IN YOUR PC, And the person who sent it to you will gain access to your Name, e-mail and password. This is a new virus which started to circulate on Saturday afternoon. AOL has already confirmed the severity, and the anti virus software's are not capable of destroying it.
The virus has been created by a hacker who calls himself 'life owner'.
PLEASE SEND A COPY OF THIS E-MAIL TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS, And ask them to PASS IT ON IMMEDIATELY!
THIS HAS BEEN CONFIRMED BY SNOPES.
http://www.snopes.com/computer/virus/hereyouhave.asp
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The Game
Tanya called me up Friday night, her nephew Trent was playing on Saturday afternoon and was wondering if we wanted to go? Rascal wasn't home yet, but I knew he'd love to see Trent play, so I booked Saturday afternoon with Tanya.
We all met the next day in the corridor leading into the gym. The cheerleaders had their stand with the amateurs running it. I bought my weekly bag of skittles from them and we shuffled into the gym trying very hard not to get mud on the playing court. Tanya looped her arm into mine and steered me to the very end of the gym, down where the band was setting up. One boy was already toot tooting away the National Anthem as warm up. As a tease while we were walking up the worn benches lined up against the wall Rascal took my other arm and pulled me away from Tanya. She laughed and rolled her eyes, I could hardly hear her laugh from the noise the trumpeter was making!
Finally the Hawks bounded into the gym and the crowd settled down. Trent is number 45, and the bench warmer. Unfortunately.
12, 19, 22, 39 and 7 ran out to the court and were instantly cheered on by the crowd. They played the game to the best of thier ability, absolutely creaming the other team, the Sharks. Then tragedy struck.
Number 7, poor John, was shoved into the wall. He collapsed onto the floor. The whistle blew and as a crowd we centered our focus onto John on the floor. From our vantage point we could tell that he broke a part of his arm. The paramedics on hand ran forward and checked his arm and once seeing that he could stand on his own they moved him away from the game. The game was over. Or was it?
The coach was talking to Trent, was he going to be able to play?
The coach gave a signal to the records board and the buzzer played again. Trent gave a yell and ran out to the floor and the other boys gave him a high five, he was going to play! With three minutes left to the game, Trent was the sub for number 7!
Two minutes went by, then another thirty seconds, and the boys were sweating bullets to grasp the lead again. Finally, with ten seconds left to the game Trent was fouled upon.
He stood at the three point line, both teams lined up in front of him. Our boys in thier stance hoping for Trent to make the basket, the other team showed they were hungry for the ball, hungry for the lead. In unison we held our breath as the ball left the referees hand and a solitary whistle rang out. Four thumps as loud as heartbeats echoed in the gymnasium. With a slap against the leather ball Trent lined up his sights and flicked the ball into the air. Slowly it turned in air in a never ending arc and with a swish fell through the basket.
Suddenly Trent was thrown into the air by his teammates, his coach, the short-skirted cheerleaders and his friends. I saw him being kissed as well from the tall blond cheerleader and I internally cheered for him for that. His social status will be upgraded in less than two hours for that one. And for that I was grateful.
Afterward we said good night to Tanya, she was staying behind to pick up Trent and take the boy home... if he ever made it out of the locker room alive.
That night Rascal and I went home, hot and crazy after the game. Crazy - in a good way - in a very good way. He held the door open for me to the apartment, but then as I went through he gave me a quick tap on my backside. I squealed, I was still hyper from the sugar I consumed from the game and ran inside - it reminded me of how it used to be... before we grew mundane.
I tried to be quick while he was busy with the door but he still snagged me by my belt looped and pulled me closer and tried to kiss me. I was being a tease, I wouldn't let him. I giggled and pushed him away but his grip grew stronger. I dropped down low and managed to get out of his grasp, then he picked me up swung me over his shoulder!
Helpless I giggled and thumped on his back asking to be let go!
Laughing he let me go... headfirst into the couch! I laughed and bounced off of the shredded thing and wiggled onto the floor. I felt like a little kid, playing hard to get, but we were happy and excited, what more could we need right then and there?
He threw himself over the couch and pulled me out from under the blanket I was hiding under on the floor. Poor hiding spot, but I didn't want to get too far!
He pulled me back onto the couch and started tickling every inch of me that he could find, my arms, my legs, my stomach, my neck every where that he could get.
I giggled and laughed, shrieked and had fun. It's hard to fight back when the person you're fighting has you pinned and is tickling you to death! Haha, Damn you Rascal!
I twisted away again and he grabbed my unprotected toes... and started playing piggly-wigglies with them! My most ticklish spot! I giggled and laughed crying 'stoppit! I'm ticklish!' and during one long giggle he leaned over and ....kissed me.
It had been so long since he had kissed me like that....
We all met the next day in the corridor leading into the gym. The cheerleaders had their stand with the amateurs running it. I bought my weekly bag of skittles from them and we shuffled into the gym trying very hard not to get mud on the playing court. Tanya looped her arm into mine and steered me to the very end of the gym, down where the band was setting up. One boy was already toot tooting away the National Anthem as warm up. As a tease while we were walking up the worn benches lined up against the wall Rascal took my other arm and pulled me away from Tanya. She laughed and rolled her eyes, I could hardly hear her laugh from the noise the trumpeter was making!
Finally the Hawks bounded into the gym and the crowd settled down. Trent is number 45, and the bench warmer. Unfortunately.
12, 19, 22, 39 and 7 ran out to the court and were instantly cheered on by the crowd. They played the game to the best of thier ability, absolutely creaming the other team, the Sharks. Then tragedy struck.
Number 7, poor John, was shoved into the wall. He collapsed onto the floor. The whistle blew and as a crowd we centered our focus onto John on the floor. From our vantage point we could tell that he broke a part of his arm. The paramedics on hand ran forward and checked his arm and once seeing that he could stand on his own they moved him away from the game. The game was over. Or was it?
The coach was talking to Trent, was he going to be able to play?
The coach gave a signal to the records board and the buzzer played again. Trent gave a yell and ran out to the floor and the other boys gave him a high five, he was going to play! With three minutes left to the game, Trent was the sub for number 7!
Two minutes went by, then another thirty seconds, and the boys were sweating bullets to grasp the lead again. Finally, with ten seconds left to the game Trent was fouled upon.
He stood at the three point line, both teams lined up in front of him. Our boys in thier stance hoping for Trent to make the basket, the other team showed they were hungry for the ball, hungry for the lead. In unison we held our breath as the ball left the referees hand and a solitary whistle rang out. Four thumps as loud as heartbeats echoed in the gymnasium. With a slap against the leather ball Trent lined up his sights and flicked the ball into the air. Slowly it turned in air in a never ending arc and with a swish fell through the basket.
Suddenly Trent was thrown into the air by his teammates, his coach, the short-skirted cheerleaders and his friends. I saw him being kissed as well from the tall blond cheerleader and I internally cheered for him for that. His social status will be upgraded in less than two hours for that one. And for that I was grateful.
Afterward we said good night to Tanya, she was staying behind to pick up Trent and take the boy home... if he ever made it out of the locker room alive.
That night Rascal and I went home, hot and crazy after the game. Crazy - in a good way - in a very good way. He held the door open for me to the apartment, but then as I went through he gave me a quick tap on my backside. I squealed, I was still hyper from the sugar I consumed from the game and ran inside - it reminded me of how it used to be... before we grew mundane.
I tried to be quick while he was busy with the door but he still snagged me by my belt looped and pulled me closer and tried to kiss me. I was being a tease, I wouldn't let him. I giggled and pushed him away but his grip grew stronger. I dropped down low and managed to get out of his grasp, then he picked me up swung me over his shoulder!
Helpless I giggled and thumped on his back asking to be let go!
Laughing he let me go... headfirst into the couch! I laughed and bounced off of the shredded thing and wiggled onto the floor. I felt like a little kid, playing hard to get, but we were happy and excited, what more could we need right then and there?
He threw himself over the couch and pulled me out from under the blanket I was hiding under on the floor. Poor hiding spot, but I didn't want to get too far!
He pulled me back onto the couch and started tickling every inch of me that he could find, my arms, my legs, my stomach, my neck every where that he could get.
I giggled and laughed, shrieked and had fun. It's hard to fight back when the person you're fighting has you pinned and is tickling you to death! Haha, Damn you Rascal!
I twisted away again and he grabbed my unprotected toes... and started playing piggly-wigglies with them! My most ticklish spot! I giggled and laughed crying 'stoppit! I'm ticklish!' and during one long giggle he leaned over and ....kissed me.
It had been so long since he had kissed me like that....
Date Night
Wednesday Night at last!
We work so much that Wednesdays are the only days we can both take off at the same time. Its a relief actually, when the two week marker comes around. It means we can hang up the uniforms and go out and forget that we do work, at least for a few hours. Typically we'll go out to the movies, try something new for dinner or find something outdoorsy to do. A few weeks ago we bought tickets and went skiing, we hadn't done that in ages. We took our tumbles but we had fun, and that's what counts.
This week, Rascal is still at work, but he'll get out at two, which is nice. He doesn't get out this early typically. This is also my week to plan our date night, and I had already done everything a week in advance. I planned a little get together with our friends down at the bowling alley, after all it has been three years since we've been together. I don't think he counts, I don't either, I just go by the years.
My cell rang, it was Tanya, one of my closest friends, she and her beau Scott we're on thier way to the alley. "I can't wait to see you hun!" She said, "It's been too long!" I laughed, it certainly had been too long. Too much time had passed since the beginning of the summer when we had our last get together. Tanya ran off the list of supplies she was bringing, soda, dessert and silverware. Scott was bringing the after party drinks. I sighed, Scott had to bring his drinks. The call waiting feature started to beep so I hung up on Tanya in the middle of her list of prices and clicked the button. The second I did I regretted it, it was Rascal's brother, Tommy.
Tommy and I never quite got along since he started dating Shanelle, a skanky little wench that I had known for years. When I had known her she was a little over weight, then arrived one day back at work 115 pounds lighter. Good for her. Then she thought she could throw her self around to attract the men. And she did. She attracted Bobby, Lou, Joe and Kyle. Somehow she got her talons in Tommy and hasn't let go. Tommy swears she loves him, but I know better. And that's where the arguments start.
I sighed as I addressed him "Whaddya want Tommy."
I could almost hear his eyes roll in his head. He told me once that I put an 'a' in his name, like I said 'Tommay'. I'm from New England, leave me and my accent alone.
"What I want 'cole, is Rascal."
"Rascal? What do you want him for?"
"Eh? Hang on." He unstuck himself from the other end of the phone and screamed at Shanelle, "I'll be right there!" He came back on. "Oh, Rasc's got my good board. I just wanted to get it from him."
"Why didn't you say so? He's got it at work. I think he's waxing it."
"Oh, great. Tell him I'll see him tomorrow then." Then as abrupt as he was, he hung up.
I shrugged and put my phone in my pocket. I survived another phone call from Tommy.
I threw on my warm clothes and stepped out into the cold February air. Valentines day had just passed, all we did was pass a couple of cards to friends, family and each other. Not as big of a deal as it was when we were just kids. I walked down to the bowling alley, it was just across the street, lucky for us, and Tanya pulled up right next to me with Scott keeping shotgun. He grinned and held up the Bud Light. Tanya saw him and rolled her eyes just enough so I could see and socked him in the stomach. "Oh!" He reacted, "She got me! I'm going to die! Spousal abuse! Spousal Abuse!!!" Tanya and I started laughing, he keeps pulling the spousal card even though their marriage is never going to come.
We hustled inside and set up our little party, and little by little people started arriving in twos. Peter and Stephanie came next with the coleslaw and bread, Colin and Victoria were next with the cake and napkins, then Joe with Allie brought up the rear with the macaroni and cheese, Allies specialty. Now we were just waiting on Rascal... where was he?
A few minutes later he bustled in and the party started. We bowled as a team with Tanya, Scott, and Pete while Steph, Col, Victoria, Joe and Allie made the second team. Steph's team creamed us, yet again but we all had fun and pictures to share so everyone had a good time. After the cake and food was gone we all cleaned up, paid up and said our goodbyes. Rascal and I walked each other home, said our good nights and fell asleep holding each other still on the couch with his mothers blanket covering us.
Another beautiful ending to another beautiful evening.
We work so much that Wednesdays are the only days we can both take off at the same time. Its a relief actually, when the two week marker comes around. It means we can hang up the uniforms and go out and forget that we do work, at least for a few hours. Typically we'll go out to the movies, try something new for dinner or find something outdoorsy to do. A few weeks ago we bought tickets and went skiing, we hadn't done that in ages. We took our tumbles but we had fun, and that's what counts.
This week, Rascal is still at work, but he'll get out at two, which is nice. He doesn't get out this early typically. This is also my week to plan our date night, and I had already done everything a week in advance. I planned a little get together with our friends down at the bowling alley, after all it has been three years since we've been together. I don't think he counts, I don't either, I just go by the years.
My cell rang, it was Tanya, one of my closest friends, she and her beau Scott we're on thier way to the alley. "I can't wait to see you hun!" She said, "It's been too long!" I laughed, it certainly had been too long. Too much time had passed since the beginning of the summer when we had our last get together. Tanya ran off the list of supplies she was bringing, soda, dessert and silverware. Scott was bringing the after party drinks. I sighed, Scott had to bring his drinks. The call waiting feature started to beep so I hung up on Tanya in the middle of her list of prices and clicked the button. The second I did I regretted it, it was Rascal's brother, Tommy.
Tommy and I never quite got along since he started dating Shanelle, a skanky little wench that I had known for years. When I had known her she was a little over weight, then arrived one day back at work 115 pounds lighter. Good for her. Then she thought she could throw her self around to attract the men. And she did. She attracted Bobby, Lou, Joe and Kyle. Somehow she got her talons in Tommy and hasn't let go. Tommy swears she loves him, but I know better. And that's where the arguments start.
I sighed as I addressed him "Whaddya want Tommy."
I could almost hear his eyes roll in his head. He told me once that I put an 'a' in his name, like I said 'Tommay'. I'm from New England, leave me and my accent alone.
"What I want 'cole, is Rascal."
"Rascal? What do you want him for?"
"Eh? Hang on." He unstuck himself from the other end of the phone and screamed at Shanelle, "I'll be right there!" He came back on. "Oh, Rasc's got my good board. I just wanted to get it from him."
"Why didn't you say so? He's got it at work. I think he's waxing it."
"Oh, great. Tell him I'll see him tomorrow then." Then as abrupt as he was, he hung up.
I shrugged and put my phone in my pocket. I survived another phone call from Tommy.
I threw on my warm clothes and stepped out into the cold February air. Valentines day had just passed, all we did was pass a couple of cards to friends, family and each other. Not as big of a deal as it was when we were just kids. I walked down to the bowling alley, it was just across the street, lucky for us, and Tanya pulled up right next to me with Scott keeping shotgun. He grinned and held up the Bud Light. Tanya saw him and rolled her eyes just enough so I could see and socked him in the stomach. "Oh!" He reacted, "She got me! I'm going to die! Spousal abuse! Spousal Abuse!!!" Tanya and I started laughing, he keeps pulling the spousal card even though their marriage is never going to come.
We hustled inside and set up our little party, and little by little people started arriving in twos. Peter and Stephanie came next with the coleslaw and bread, Colin and Victoria were next with the cake and napkins, then Joe with Allie brought up the rear with the macaroni and cheese, Allies specialty. Now we were just waiting on Rascal... where was he?
A few minutes later he bustled in and the party started. We bowled as a team with Tanya, Scott, and Pete while Steph, Col, Victoria, Joe and Allie made the second team. Steph's team creamed us, yet again but we all had fun and pictures to share so everyone had a good time. After the cake and food was gone we all cleaned up, paid up and said our goodbyes. Rascal and I walked each other home, said our good nights and fell asleep holding each other still on the couch with his mothers blanket covering us.
Another beautiful ending to another beautiful evening.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Our Apartment
"Woman!" He yelled. "Get me a drink!"
"I ain't your slave!" I screamed back at him. "And besides that, you're already in the kitchen!"
Again the thumping ensued from the wall. "Shaddap in there! Or I'll have you evicted!"
I rolled my eyes and turned up the telly, some things never change.
Rascal walked in and leaned against the door frame. From the corner of my eye I saw him draw in a deep breath and look around the room. It was a little shabby, paint was peeling in some places, the furniture didn't match, and everything we owned was still in boxes from move in day, about a month ago. I tried to decorate, hung up a few pictures that we carried with us, framed a few smiling faces of us, but it still didn't feel like home, yet.
He tipped his can back and drained the last of the soda into his throat and shuffled back into the kitchen. The fridge door opened with a sticky sound, then closed again a few seconds later. Then the cookie jar that I had made in college clinked open and shut again as well. I closed my eyes, I forgot to make cookies yesterday.
Feigning sleep, I lay my head against the homemade blanket his mother made as a 'welcome home' gift. I think it was her first attempt to welcome me into the family.
With a soft thump Rascal landed on the love seat we had rescued from a side street. When we moved out we were going to get a new one, but for now this seventies themed piece of junk with one leg missing would have to do. At first it smelled like wet dogs, but we got used to the smell. The light hanging over the living room went off, after all this time he still thought that when I laid my head down, I was actually sleeping. Oh Rascal. I felt him carefully pull the blanket from under my head and replace it with a pillow from his side of the couch. I knew what was coming, and sure enough he draped the scratchy thing over me and left the room.
I opened my eyes and looked at the telly, he had even muted it so I could sleep. Sleep, that's what I needed. But it was only nine o'clock at night, what could have made me so tired? I looked again at the clock still puzzled, it wasn't nine at night, it was nine in the morning! I pushed the blanket off and heard a crackly sound. Startled I grabbed the blanket again and looked for an answer. It was a note from Rascal. It read:
"Baby, I was called in for 2 a.m. last night, and I won't be back until lunch. Hope class goes well. (R)."
How sweet of Rascal to remember that I had a first aid refresher course down at the gym today. How rude that he had to be called in for 2 a.m. though at the hospital. At least he'd be home for lunch. Lunch. Breakfast? Breakfast.
I tucked his note into my pocket and walked into the kitchen. The dishes from last night were still in the sink, the trash needed to be thrown out and the bills still unpaid. I sighed. Some things never do change.
After the kitchen had been wiped down, the phone calls made and the laundry started, I went in to the bedroom to get changed. We slept in different rooms most of the time, nothing personal, its just how it was. Sure enough, he forgot to make his bed, so, I made it. No big deal, just part of the chores.
Our life was mundane but we liked it that way. The neighbors liked it too, the said it was a refresher having us instead of the sexy party animals they had a few months ago. I work, he works, I made dinner, he makes breakfast, then we pay the bills. No frills, no parties, no... anything. Date nights are the best though, we'll save up enough and we'll have a night out. That's our way of life.
"I ain't your slave!" I screamed back at him. "And besides that, you're already in the kitchen!"
Again the thumping ensued from the wall. "Shaddap in there! Or I'll have you evicted!"
I rolled my eyes and turned up the telly, some things never change.
Rascal walked in and leaned against the door frame. From the corner of my eye I saw him draw in a deep breath and look around the room. It was a little shabby, paint was peeling in some places, the furniture didn't match, and everything we owned was still in boxes from move in day, about a month ago. I tried to decorate, hung up a few pictures that we carried with us, framed a few smiling faces of us, but it still didn't feel like home, yet.
He tipped his can back and drained the last of the soda into his throat and shuffled back into the kitchen. The fridge door opened with a sticky sound, then closed again a few seconds later. Then the cookie jar that I had made in college clinked open and shut again as well. I closed my eyes, I forgot to make cookies yesterday.
Feigning sleep, I lay my head against the homemade blanket his mother made as a 'welcome home' gift. I think it was her first attempt to welcome me into the family.
With a soft thump Rascal landed on the love seat we had rescued from a side street. When we moved out we were going to get a new one, but for now this seventies themed piece of junk with one leg missing would have to do. At first it smelled like wet dogs, but we got used to the smell. The light hanging over the living room went off, after all this time he still thought that when I laid my head down, I was actually sleeping. Oh Rascal. I felt him carefully pull the blanket from under my head and replace it with a pillow from his side of the couch. I knew what was coming, and sure enough he draped the scratchy thing over me and left the room.
I opened my eyes and looked at the telly, he had even muted it so I could sleep. Sleep, that's what I needed. But it was only nine o'clock at night, what could have made me so tired? I looked again at the clock still puzzled, it wasn't nine at night, it was nine in the morning! I pushed the blanket off and heard a crackly sound. Startled I grabbed the blanket again and looked for an answer. It was a note from Rascal. It read:
"Baby, I was called in for 2 a.m. last night, and I won't be back until lunch. Hope class goes well. (R)."
How sweet of Rascal to remember that I had a first aid refresher course down at the gym today. How rude that he had to be called in for 2 a.m. though at the hospital. At least he'd be home for lunch. Lunch. Breakfast? Breakfast.
I tucked his note into my pocket and walked into the kitchen. The dishes from last night were still in the sink, the trash needed to be thrown out and the bills still unpaid. I sighed. Some things never do change.
After the kitchen had been wiped down, the phone calls made and the laundry started, I went in to the bedroom to get changed. We slept in different rooms most of the time, nothing personal, its just how it was. Sure enough, he forgot to make his bed, so, I made it. No big deal, just part of the chores.
Our life was mundane but we liked it that way. The neighbors liked it too, the said it was a refresher having us instead of the sexy party animals they had a few months ago. I work, he works, I made dinner, he makes breakfast, then we pay the bills. No frills, no parties, no... anything. Date nights are the best though, we'll save up enough and we'll have a night out. That's our way of life.
Monday, January 24, 2011
"Darkhorse"
We are asking everyone to say a prayer for "Darkhorse" 3rd Battalion 5th Marines and their families.
They are fighting it out in Afghanistan & they have lost 9 marines in 4 days.
IT WOULD BE NICE TO SEE the message spread if more could pass it on.
Semper Fi, God Bless America and
God Bless the United States Marine Corps...
Often Tested, Always Faithful, Brothers Forever.
Justin Allen, 23,
Brett Linley, 29,
Matthew Weikert, 29,
Justus Bartett, 27,
Dave Santos, 21,
Chase Stanley, 21,
Jesse Reed, 26,
Matthew Johnson, 21,
Zachary Fisher, 24,
Brandon King, 23,
Christopher Goeke, 23,
Sheldon Tate, 27,
All are Marines that gave their lives for YOU this week.
Honor THEM by reading this and passing it on. I just did.
They are fighting it out in Afghanistan & they have lost 9 marines in 4 days.
IT WOULD BE NICE TO SEE the message spread if more could pass it on.
Semper Fi, God Bless America and
God Bless the United States Marine Corps...
Often Tested, Always Faithful, Brothers Forever.
Justin Allen, 23,
Brett Linley, 29,
Matthew Weikert, 29,
Justus Bartett, 27,
Dave Santos, 21,
Chase Stanley, 21,
Jesse Reed, 26,
Matthew Johnson, 21,
Zachary Fisher, 24,
Brandon King, 23,
Christopher Goeke, 23,
Sheldon Tate, 27,
All are Marines that gave their lives for YOU this week.
Honor THEM by reading this and passing it on. I just did.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
From the Diaphragm
He sang that song again, quietly in my ear
Another low voice picked up and sang once more
With all the tenors and basses I felt no fear
If I closed my eyes, on their love I could soar
I was not in the choir to be one of the geeks
It was to listen to admire to adore to love
This confession will be the death of me, if it does leak
But I do not care, I soar on the music like a dove
The symphony of young voices blended together so well
From the lowest to the highest, from the throat to the diaphragm
Big brassy voices coming from the sea, echoing like a conch shell
To the smallest meekest voices, like the bleat of a newborn lamb
All dance within my head, wanting to break loose but I shan't let them go
The body may not be innocent but the voices are crystal clear
The curtain is being lifted, I take my seat, here comes the show
Here comes the uniformed choir the conductor brings up the rear
Not wanting to play favorites I close my eyes so I can hear
Back row begins by slowly drawing the audience in
Now here comes the sopranos so high in the trill
The tenors and the altos end the song with the echo of a fin
Another low voice picked up and sang once more
With all the tenors and basses I felt no fear
If I closed my eyes, on their love I could soar
I was not in the choir to be one of the geeks
It was to listen to admire to adore to love
This confession will be the death of me, if it does leak
But I do not care, I soar on the music like a dove
The symphony of young voices blended together so well
From the lowest to the highest, from the throat to the diaphragm
Big brassy voices coming from the sea, echoing like a conch shell
To the smallest meekest voices, like the bleat of a newborn lamb
All dance within my head, wanting to break loose but I shan't let them go
The body may not be innocent but the voices are crystal clear
The curtain is being lifted, I take my seat, here comes the show
Here comes the uniformed choir the conductor brings up the rear
Not wanting to play favorites I close my eyes so I can hear
Back row begins by slowly drawing the audience in
Now here comes the sopranos so high in the trill
The tenors and the altos end the song with the echo of a fin
Saturday, January 22, 2011
IN MEMORY . . . . .
In Memory
These are the colors that represent the different cancers. All you are asked to do is keep this circulating. Even if it's to one more person. In memory of anyone you know that has been struck by cancer...
A Candle Loses Nothing by Lighting Another Candle.
Please Keep The Candle Going!
This one I do ask that you please send on
Dear God, I pray for the cure of cancer. Amen
All you are asked to do is keep this circulating.
Even if it's only to one more person...
In memory of anyone you know who has been struck down by cancer or is still living with it.
A Candle Loses Nothing by Lighting Another Candle....
Friday, January 21, 2011
Dying on the Horse
Its funny what you think about
after the fight has been fought
You think about the family the home
and how all your dreams came true
What you planned to do, what you hoped to do
and how every bit of everything would work out
You start thinking about timelines
and how it all fit together
Where you came from, how you got here
and who you brought along on the way
You start wondering where it all began
and wonder again how it'll all end
When you breathe in the fresh air you want another
and start thinking about different smells
When you first remember the first kiss, the first time
and you wish for one more day
After all the fighting is over you look down
and realize that life isn't a game
You can't play the cards right or you'll cause trouble
and trouble is what brought you here
When your world begins to grow dim you look around
and wish that you had a little bit more time
You wish that you could ride the horse again
and feel the rush of the wind in your hair, taste the freedom
On your last dying breath, at your one last glimpse of life you remember
to let go
after the fight has been fought
You think about the family the home
and how all your dreams came true
What you planned to do, what you hoped to do
and how every bit of everything would work out
You start thinking about timelines
and how it all fit together
Where you came from, how you got here
and who you brought along on the way
You start wondering where it all began
and wonder again how it'll all end
When you breathe in the fresh air you want another
and start thinking about different smells
When you first remember the first kiss, the first time
and you wish for one more day
After all the fighting is over you look down
and realize that life isn't a game
You can't play the cards right or you'll cause trouble
and trouble is what brought you here
When your world begins to grow dim you look around
and wish that you had a little bit more time
You wish that you could ride the horse again
and feel the rush of the wind in your hair, taste the freedom
On your last dying breath, at your one last glimpse of life you remember
to let go
Life
I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time working.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now
I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was.
I'm guessing; I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.
If you received this, it is because someone cares for you. If you're too busy to take the few minutes that it takes right now to forward this, would it be the first time you didn't do the little thing that would make a difference in your relationships? I can tell you it certainly won't be the last.
Take a few minutes to send this to a few people you care about, just to let them know that you're thinking of them.
"People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don't need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there."
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now
I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was.
I'm guessing; I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.
If you received this, it is because someone cares for you. If you're too busy to take the few minutes that it takes right now to forward this, would it be the first time you didn't do the little thing that would make a difference in your relationships? I can tell you it certainly won't be the last.
Take a few minutes to send this to a few people you care about, just to let them know that you're thinking of them.
"People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don't need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there."
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.
Discarded Letters
I went through the letters that you mailed me
passed to me
hid for me
Within the letters you cried for me
wanted me
loved me
Every letter was hand written
painstakingly
passionately
Over time the letters became cold
no more fire
no more love
The last letter I had ripped
it screamed
it lied
I kept it all this years
to wait
to stay
In a few years all the letters will be cold
as ice
as snow
Its time for the letters to go
to burn
to disappear
I buried the letters in the yard
to mold
to die
The letters I left for you to find
to remember
to love again.
passed to me
hid for me
Within the letters you cried for me
wanted me
loved me
Every letter was hand written
painstakingly
passionately
Over time the letters became cold
no more fire
no more love
The last letter I had ripped
it screamed
it lied
I kept it all this years
to wait
to stay
In a few years all the letters will be cold
as ice
as snow
Its time for the letters to go
to burn
to disappear
I buried the letters in the yard
to mold
to die
The letters I left for you to find
to remember
to love again.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Warning..!!!! Warning....!!!!
'WARNING FROM POLICE
THIS APPLIES TO BOTH WOMEN AND MEN
BEWARE OF PAPER ON THE BACK WINDOW OF YOUR VEHICLE--
NEW WAY TO DO CARJACKINGS (NOT A JOKE)
Heads up everyone! Please, keep this circulating.. . You walk across the parking lot, unlock your car and get inside You start the engine and shift into Reverse.. When you look into the rearview mirror to back out of your parking space, you notice a piece of paper stuck to the middle of the rear window. So, you shift into Park, unlock your doors, and jump out of your car to remove that paper (or whatever it is) that is obstructing your view. When you reach the back of your car, that is when the carjackers appear out of nowhere, jump into your car and take off. They practically mow you down as they speed off in your car.
And guess what, ladies? I bet your purse is still in the car. So now the carjacker has your car, your home address, your money, and your keys. Your home and your whole identity are now compromised!
BEWARE OF THIS NEW SCHEME THAT IS NOW BEING USED.
If you see a piece of paper stuck to your back window, just drive away. Remove the paper later. And be thankful that you read this e-mail. I hope you will forward this to friends and family, especially to women. A purse contains all kinds of personal information and identification documents, and you certainly do NOT want this to fall into the wrong hands.
Please keep this going and tell all your friends
THIS APPLIES TO BOTH WOMEN AND MEN
BEWARE OF PAPER ON THE BACK WINDOW OF YOUR VEHICLE--
NEW WAY TO DO CARJACKINGS (NOT A JOKE)
Heads up everyone! Please, keep this circulating.. . You walk across the parking lot, unlock your car and get inside You start the engine and shift into Reverse.. When you look into the rearview mirror to back out of your parking space, you notice a piece of paper stuck to the middle of the rear window. So, you shift into Park, unlock your doors, and jump out of your car to remove that paper (or whatever it is) that is obstructing your view. When you reach the back of your car, that is when the carjackers appear out of nowhere, jump into your car and take off. They practically mow you down as they speed off in your car.
And guess what, ladies? I bet your purse is still in the car. So now the carjacker has your car, your home address, your money, and your keys. Your home and your whole identity are now compromised!
BEWARE OF THIS NEW SCHEME THAT IS NOW BEING USED.
If you see a piece of paper stuck to your back window, just drive away. Remove the paper later. And be thankful that you read this e-mail. I hope you will forward this to friends and family, especially to women. A purse contains all kinds of personal information and identification documents, and you certainly do NOT want this to fall into the wrong hands.
Please keep this going and tell all your friends
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
You're Moving?
Everyone knows someone who is moving, has moved or will move in the future, but what do you get the to-be movers?
Often presents are a book describing the town you just left, or a scrap book of memories that you had together. This past Christmas we gave my cousin who is moving a record-a-story book. As a family we read the stories to the little microphone and sent it off to her. When she opens the book she will hear us 'read' the story to her as if we were there ourselves. After recording I looked to my siblings and said "Or instead of her listening to us read this, in 40 years we should pull it out and laugh at how young we sounded!" I got socked by the ten year old for that. She doesn't take to old age very well.
But another thought I had was giving away a sentimental, or in my case, a teddy bear. I got the idea a few summers back when a good friend of mine was graduation and throwing a birthday party. I didn't know what she liked, or what she was going to take with her so I bought a teddy bear with a little rain costume on. It worked too because she was throwing a pool/lake party. She loved that bear! She said it was the perfect gift.
I actually haven't seen her since, I wonder if she still has it, but at the time it was a great gift.
Another dear friend of mine is moving, and upon entering my car for a ride home he went gaga over the bear that was sitting in my backseat. Margaret, thats what I named her, will soon become a gift to him for moving, almost like a travel buddy. Apparantly men don't like teddy bears, but she needs a home anyways, all bears do.
For all the youngsters, do you know the story of the Teddy Bear? It began with Teddy Roosevelt, one of our greatest Presidents. If you don't believe me, look it up! One of the reasons why I like him so much!
To begin with your gifting start with this (if you desire):
1. Rescue a bear! Scout out bears from tag sales, consignment shops or even in your closet. Every bear deserves a good home. If you want to spend a little extra, I suggest going to Vermont Teddy Bear Factory, Build-A-Bear Workshop or Beanie Babies. They have a great selection of bears for any occasion!
2. Name it. If something is named, it's harder to throw away.
3. Package it. If you can't see it, then you don't want to keep it. But don't forget to let the poor thing breathe! With Vermont Teddy Bear Co. you can actually have the bears shipped in thier own little 'homes.'
4. Give it away. Your friend will appreciate the gift. Even if he or she doesn't they'll be sure to give it to a deserving home too.
And don't forget to wish you're little friends a safe trip!
Often presents are a book describing the town you just left, or a scrap book of memories that you had together. This past Christmas we gave my cousin who is moving a record-a-story book. As a family we read the stories to the little microphone and sent it off to her. When she opens the book she will hear us 'read' the story to her as if we were there ourselves. After recording I looked to my siblings and said "Or instead of her listening to us read this, in 40 years we should pull it out and laugh at how young we sounded!" I got socked by the ten year old for that. She doesn't take to old age very well.
But another thought I had was giving away a sentimental, or in my case, a teddy bear. I got the idea a few summers back when a good friend of mine was graduation and throwing a birthday party. I didn't know what she liked, or what she was going to take with her so I bought a teddy bear with a little rain costume on. It worked too because she was throwing a pool/lake party. She loved that bear! She said it was the perfect gift.
I actually haven't seen her since, I wonder if she still has it, but at the time it was a great gift.
Another dear friend of mine is moving, and upon entering my car for a ride home he went gaga over the bear that was sitting in my backseat. Margaret, thats what I named her, will soon become a gift to him for moving, almost like a travel buddy. Apparantly men don't like teddy bears, but she needs a home anyways, all bears do.
For all the youngsters, do you know the story of the Teddy Bear? It began with Teddy Roosevelt, one of our greatest Presidents. If you don't believe me, look it up! One of the reasons why I like him so much!
To begin with your gifting start with this (if you desire):
1. Rescue a bear! Scout out bears from tag sales, consignment shops or even in your closet. Every bear deserves a good home. If you want to spend a little extra, I suggest going to Vermont Teddy Bear Factory, Build-A-Bear Workshop or Beanie Babies. They have a great selection of bears for any occasion!
2. Name it. If something is named, it's harder to throw away.
3. Package it. If you can't see it, then you don't want to keep it. But don't forget to let the poor thing breathe! With Vermont Teddy Bear Co. you can actually have the bears shipped in thier own little 'homes.'
4. Give it away. Your friend will appreciate the gift. Even if he or she doesn't they'll be sure to give it to a deserving home too.
And don't forget to wish you're little friends a safe trip!
The Titanium Devil
In God We Trust
God vs. Science
Let me explain the problem science has with religion." The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.
'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'
'Yes sir,' the student says.
'So you believe in God?'
'Absolutely '
'Is God good?'
'Sure! God's good.'
'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'
'Yes'
'Are you good or evil?'
'The Bible says I'm evil.'
The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible! He considers for a moment. 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'
'Yes sir, I would.'
'So you're good...!'
'I wouldn't say that.'
'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'
The student does not answer, so the professor continues. 'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Can you answer that one?'
The student remains silent. 'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax. 'Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?'
'Er..yes,' the student says.
'Is Satan good?'
The student doesn't hesitate on this one.. 'No.'
'Then where does Satan come from?'
The student falters. 'From God'
'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?'
'Yes'
'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'
Again, the student has no answer. 'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?'
The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'
'So who created them ?'
The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. 'Who created them?' There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. 'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?'
The student's voice betrays him and cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.'
The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?'
'No sir. I've never seen Him.'
'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'
'No, sir, I have not.'
'Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'
'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'
'Yet you still believe in him?'
'Yes'
'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist... What do you say to that, son?'
'Nothing,' the student replies.. 'I only have my faith.'
'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'
The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat? '
' Yes. '
'And is there such a thing as cold?'
'Yes, son, there's cold too.'
'No sir, there isn't.'
The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. 'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit down to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy.. Absolute zero (-458 F ) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'
Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.
'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'
'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't darkness?'
'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'
The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?'
'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'
The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. 'Flawed? Can you explain how?'
'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains.. 'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.' 'It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.' 'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?'
'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.'
'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'
The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.
'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'
The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided. 'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.' The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into laughter. 'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so.. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.' 'So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?'
Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable. Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I Guess you'll have to take them on faith.'
'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?' Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it Everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in The multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world.. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'
To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God.. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.'
The professor sat down.
PS: The student was Albert Einstein.
Albert Einstein wrote a book titled 'God vs. Science' in 1921.....
God vs. Science
Let me explain the problem science has with religion." The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.
'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'
'Yes sir,' the student says.
'So you believe in God?'
'Absolutely '
'Is God good?'
'Sure! God's good.'
'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'
'Yes'
'Are you good or evil?'
'The Bible says I'm evil.'
The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible! He considers for a moment. 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'
'Yes sir, I would.'
'So you're good...!'
'I wouldn't say that.'
'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'
The student does not answer, so the professor continues. 'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Can you answer that one?'
The student remains silent. 'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax. 'Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?'
'Er..yes,' the student says.
'Is Satan good?'
The student doesn't hesitate on this one.. 'No.'
'Then where does Satan come from?'
The student falters. 'From God'
'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?'
'Yes'
'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'
Again, the student has no answer. 'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?'
The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'
'So who created them ?'
The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. 'Who created them?' There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. 'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?'
The student's voice betrays him and cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.'
The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?'
'No sir. I've never seen Him.'
'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'
'No, sir, I have not.'
'Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'
'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'
'Yet you still believe in him?'
'Yes'
'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist... What do you say to that, son?'
'Nothing,' the student replies.. 'I only have my faith.'
'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'
The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat? '
' Yes. '
'And is there such a thing as cold?'
'Yes, son, there's cold too.'
'No sir, there isn't.'
The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. 'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit down to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy.. Absolute zero (-458 F ) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'
Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.
'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'
'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't darkness?'
'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'
The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?'
'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'
The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. 'Flawed? Can you explain how?'
'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains.. 'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.' 'It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.' 'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?'
'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.'
'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'
The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.
'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'
The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided. 'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.' The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into laughter. 'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so.. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.' 'So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?'
Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable. Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I Guess you'll have to take them on faith.'
'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?' Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it Everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in The multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world.. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'
To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God.. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.'
The professor sat down.
PS: The student was Albert Einstein.
Albert Einstein wrote a book titled 'God vs. Science' in 1921.....
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Manuel for Lost Boys
Hey Honey do the right thing even if it feels wrong
Don't knock up the girl just because of the song
Make up your own beat believe me she'll know
Its you she wants not a deadbeat on death row
Love, if you're reading this you're the one I want
And I'm not saying it just to tease and taunt
Whisper her name high enough for her to hear
Or loud enough for the world if theres nothing you fear
She'll love you if you be who are in heart and soul
Don't just go along with life... really rock and Roll.
Don't knock up the girl just because of the song
Make up your own beat believe me she'll know
Its you she wants not a deadbeat on death row
Love, if you're reading this you're the one I want
And I'm not saying it just to tease and taunt
Whisper her name high enough for her to hear
Or loud enough for the world if theres nothing you fear
She'll love you if you be who are in heart and soul
Don't just go along with life... really rock and Roll.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Edumacation
I before E except after C
Get that wrong and you pay society a fee
All the letters should be right
Stop asking why I don't want to fight
English Teachers are ready to die
When they see their students about to cry
Screaming how it is not really fair
Over the right spelling of their they're & there!!
Oh dear teachers give us a break!
Or we'll tell you to jump in the lake!
I'll misspell my next essay you know that I will
Maybe after that I'll get my fill
With no punctuation and overcapitalized letters
You would think that I had learned that from my betters
Mom & Pop forget it is done
This poem I mean not my fun!
I'll try it again with the y'know's and it's
It is really quite funny when you all put up fits!
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Punctuation actually is not a must
I can make my point with out a dot
Admit, you yourself do do it a lot!
Language is changing and we really can't keep up
About all this I no longer have a half full cup
If there were standards for it all I'd say you have broken a few
Listen to a play sometime, even they miss their cue!
Over the five hundred years it has been around
Language should be steady and sound
But alas it is no and so we all should so suffer
I say get up kids! Stop lounging around on your duffer!
You shorten and splint every word there is
Forgetting to call your superiors Mister or Mz.
It is intolerable wicked and rude
And to top it all off your behavior is quite lewd!
Historians of late would be rolling in their graves
Other might lock you away in dark damp caves
Learn to talk correctly politely and proud
Not so bostorious and LOUD
Your and you're are so easy to spell right
So children now please surrender and stop the fight!
Get that wrong and you pay society a fee
All the letters should be right
Stop asking why I don't want to fight
English Teachers are ready to die
When they see their students about to cry
Screaming how it is not really fair
Over the right spelling of their they're & there!!
Oh dear teachers give us a break!
Or we'll tell you to jump in the lake!
I'll misspell my next essay you know that I will
Maybe after that I'll get my fill
With no punctuation and overcapitalized letters
You would think that I had learned that from my betters
Mom & Pop forget it is done
This poem I mean not my fun!
I'll try it again with the y'know's and it's
It is really quite funny when you all put up fits!
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Punctuation actually is not a must
I can make my point with out a dot
Admit, you yourself do do it a lot!
Language is changing and we really can't keep up
About all this I no longer have a half full cup
If there were standards for it all I'd say you have broken a few
Listen to a play sometime, even they miss their cue!
Over the five hundred years it has been around
Language should be steady and sound
But alas it is no and so we all should so suffer
I say get up kids! Stop lounging around on your duffer!
You shorten and splint every word there is
Forgetting to call your superiors Mister or Mz.
It is intolerable wicked and rude
And to top it all off your behavior is quite lewd!
Historians of late would be rolling in their graves
Other might lock you away in dark damp caves
Learn to talk correctly politely and proud
Not so bostorious and LOUD
Your and you're are so easy to spell right
So children now please surrender and stop the fight!
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Goodbye Lilly
Stop looking at me like I'm Insane! I'm not! I only did what was right, what would stop others being hurt. I was thinking of other children who suffered like I did, who lost actual lives because of her.
Lilly had to be stopped, and I was the one to do it.
Myths say that the only way to kill a Changeling, if you can find one, by using fire. What myths don't tell you, and if you are a changeling you would know, that the one and only true way to kill a changeling, is have the changeling see themselves in a reflection when they are at thier weakest.
Or in Lillys case, while she was missing her borrowed human face.
I had to find a reflective surface, and fast, before she came back for the face. I was still in the parking lot so I smashed the closest mirror to me, unfortunetly it was the side mirror to his truck.
How? Oh I did it like in the movies, I put my hand into my sweater, made a fist and smashed it. No, I didn't take the time to take it off, I just pulled the sleeve up, like *this.*
I'm not a very fast person to begin with, so moving with broken pieces of glass in my hands did not go very well. As quickly as I could I ran back to the rumpled face on the ground and stuffed it full of the broken mirror. I didn't think it would work from the start. Really, who would put on a face full of glass? Or anything full of glass.
What I never believed would happen... happened.
I heard a scream behind and me she was on top of me. Scratching and clawing at my face, arms legs, whatever she could get a hold of. I didn't want to look at her face, so I closed my eyes and I fought back, tooth and nail for my life. I felt the glass crunch underneath me and for the first time I felt pain from her injuries. I remembered who I was fighting for then, I was fighting for the ones the at I knew at the camp, the ones that I babysat, the ones that I grew up with. One day I may have a child of my own and I didn't want her to become a changeling, I didn't want her to turn into the monster that I was confronted with now. I didn't want her to become the alter ego that I had befriended that many years before.
I opened my eyes and glared right into the bloodshot eye of the changeling Lilly and with a burst of energy that I had not had before I flipped her over and pushed her face into the borrowed glass full face that she had cast off not too long before. She screamed and turned over the face held on by the glass, but she had seen herself at her weakest.
She screamed again and again and again and again and again by then I lost consciousness, again.
I woke up in the hospital.
Then I remembered...
Lilly had to be stopped, and I was the one to do it.
Myths say that the only way to kill a Changeling, if you can find one, by using fire. What myths don't tell you, and if you are a changeling you would know, that the one and only true way to kill a changeling, is have the changeling see themselves in a reflection when they are at thier weakest.
Or in Lillys case, while she was missing her borrowed human face.
I had to find a reflective surface, and fast, before she came back for the face. I was still in the parking lot so I smashed the closest mirror to me, unfortunetly it was the side mirror to his truck.
How? Oh I did it like in the movies, I put my hand into my sweater, made a fist and smashed it. No, I didn't take the time to take it off, I just pulled the sleeve up, like *this.*
I'm not a very fast person to begin with, so moving with broken pieces of glass in my hands did not go very well. As quickly as I could I ran back to the rumpled face on the ground and stuffed it full of the broken mirror. I didn't think it would work from the start. Really, who would put on a face full of glass? Or anything full of glass.
What I never believed would happen... happened.
I heard a scream behind and me she was on top of me. Scratching and clawing at my face, arms legs, whatever she could get a hold of. I didn't want to look at her face, so I closed my eyes and I fought back, tooth and nail for my life. I felt the glass crunch underneath me and for the first time I felt pain from her injuries. I remembered who I was fighting for then, I was fighting for the ones the at I knew at the camp, the ones that I babysat, the ones that I grew up with. One day I may have a child of my own and I didn't want her to become a changeling, I didn't want her to turn into the monster that I was confronted with now. I didn't want her to become the alter ego that I had befriended that many years before.
I opened my eyes and glared right into the bloodshot eye of the changeling Lilly and with a burst of energy that I had not had before I flipped her over and pushed her face into the borrowed glass full face that she had cast off not too long before. She screamed and turned over the face held on by the glass, but she had seen herself at her weakest.
She screamed again and again and again and again and again by then I lost consciousness, again.
I woke up in the hospital.
Then I remembered...
Friday, January 14, 2011
Confrontation
I had heard stories of children being nabbed by wood fairies, wisked away and never seen again. These children were replaced with look alike, creatures, that acted the same way, walked the same way, talked the same way, even looked the same way, but they were not the same. These creatures could not replace the children they had stolen away. Only mothers knew the difference. I had heard years ago a mother was placed in the insane asylum because she was convinced her child was a changeling. The child dissapeared soon after, there has been no sign of it since.
We were all warned when were young to be aware and be frightened of being left alone in the woods, things could happen. When I was growing up the fear was set into us that the animals would try to eat us, or we could be poisoned if we ate the wrong berry or touched the wrong tree. In my mothers time it was be aware of who lives out there, she grew up where skyscrapers replaced the trees and roads were actually paved. Not me, I was raised out here where my fathers family grew up, on the farm.
I'm sorry doctor, but, I promise, it's all relevent.
When I was younger I loved to play out in the woods. As a single child I was spoiled rotten. Well, hah, not rotten, but I was spoiled. I had a puppy, a play house, and as much free land I could roam on as I wanted.
As I look back on it now, I still can't remember having a puppy. I never owned a dog, but the pictures proved that I did. I broke my arm when I was riding the pony Paige, she was hit by lightening when I was eight, poor thing, but the scar I had where the needle pierced my skin as the doctor stiched me up were gone. All pictures of me after six lacked the stitch marks, lacked the puppy, even lacked the bump I grew after falling out of the apple tree in the backyard.
I asked my parents about it, over the phone, and they said, one day, they woke up to check on me and all marks I had were gone. They didn't know what happened, I went to bed with a big bruise on my left cheek and the next morning it was gone.
They called the doctors, the hospital, even a few specialists, so they said, but it couldn't be explained. That morning as well Lindsay dissapeared as well. She was found way down in the back field. The shierff said that a wild animal got to her, as the police report read, but she was in my crib went I went to bed... how could she have gotten out?
I can't recall anything past my sixth birthday. But the second time I passed out after seeing Lilly, it all came back to me.
Lilly and I, it seemed, were not so different after all. We were changelings. She had made only one mistake: She had forgotten to erase the part of my memory where I had seen her, looking into my crib late at night, whispering how to be human, how to behave, how to act, how to talk. I can see her through the crib rails, her face covered by a tattered blanket she had stolen from another bedroom years before. She was the one who killed Lindsey. She was the one responsible for making the switch convincible. She was the one that tried to make me human.
She was the one who killed my human twin.
We were all warned when were young to be aware and be frightened of being left alone in the woods, things could happen. When I was growing up the fear was set into us that the animals would try to eat us, or we could be poisoned if we ate the wrong berry or touched the wrong tree. In my mothers time it was be aware of who lives out there, she grew up where skyscrapers replaced the trees and roads were actually paved. Not me, I was raised out here where my fathers family grew up, on the farm.
I'm sorry doctor, but, I promise, it's all relevent.
When I was younger I loved to play out in the woods. As a single child I was spoiled rotten. Well, hah, not rotten, but I was spoiled. I had a puppy, a play house, and as much free land I could roam on as I wanted.
As I look back on it now, I still can't remember having a puppy. I never owned a dog, but the pictures proved that I did. I broke my arm when I was riding the pony Paige, she was hit by lightening when I was eight, poor thing, but the scar I had where the needle pierced my skin as the doctor stiched me up were gone. All pictures of me after six lacked the stitch marks, lacked the puppy, even lacked the bump I grew after falling out of the apple tree in the backyard.
I asked my parents about it, over the phone, and they said, one day, they woke up to check on me and all marks I had were gone. They didn't know what happened, I went to bed with a big bruise on my left cheek and the next morning it was gone.
They called the doctors, the hospital, even a few specialists, so they said, but it couldn't be explained. That morning as well Lindsay dissapeared as well. She was found way down in the back field. The shierff said that a wild animal got to her, as the police report read, but she was in my crib went I went to bed... how could she have gotten out?
I can't recall anything past my sixth birthday. But the second time I passed out after seeing Lilly, it all came back to me.
Lilly and I, it seemed, were not so different after all. We were changelings. She had made only one mistake: She had forgotten to erase the part of my memory where I had seen her, looking into my crib late at night, whispering how to be human, how to behave, how to act, how to talk. I can see her through the crib rails, her face covered by a tattered blanket she had stolen from another bedroom years before. She was the one who killed Lindsey. She was the one responsible for making the switch convincible. She was the one that tried to make me human.
She was the one who killed my human twin.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Infection
I remember hiding in the car, I couldn't move, I was too scared to. I really was.
Could she infect the camp? Was she a Monster, like Frankenstein? Was there an alien inside her body, wearing her like an prom dress, like in MIB? I was frightened beyond belief, I don't like scary movies now, I can't stand them. Actually, I don't watch movies in general anymore...
Right, Lilly, or whatever she was. Maybe she was a changeling child, and we had stumbled upon her secret, that was the most fearsome bit. What could she do? Would she pull herself together and ask what was going on? Would she find the real Lilly and replace her just to drive us all insane?
What could happen?
I noticed in my hysterics that the camp had grown silent, as if all were in hiding. But that couldn't be right, there were still children down at the docks swimming and still more were in sports down by the field. Could she be affecting me? I looked out of the window of Carl's truck, somehow I had gotten in there, I think I climbed in there I don't remember and looked around. The face of Lilly was still on the ground, near the picnic table, as well as her blue backpack that she had gotten as a handmedown from her brother. But she, it, whatever Lilly had become was gone. Gone.
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
It was a fingernail on the drivers window. I closed my eyes, plugged my ears and screamed.
And screamed.
And Screamed.
AND SCREAMED.
Could she infect the camp? Was she a Monster, like Frankenstein? Was there an alien inside her body, wearing her like an prom dress, like in MIB? I was frightened beyond belief, I don't like scary movies now, I can't stand them. Actually, I don't watch movies in general anymore...
Right, Lilly, or whatever she was. Maybe she was a changeling child, and we had stumbled upon her secret, that was the most fearsome bit. What could she do? Would she pull herself together and ask what was going on? Would she find the real Lilly and replace her just to drive us all insane?
What could happen?
I noticed in my hysterics that the camp had grown silent, as if all were in hiding. But that couldn't be right, there were still children down at the docks swimming and still more were in sports down by the field. Could she be affecting me? I looked out of the window of Carl's truck, somehow I had gotten in there, I think I climbed in there I don't remember and looked around. The face of Lilly was still on the ground, near the picnic table, as well as her blue backpack that she had gotten as a handmedown from her brother. But she, it, whatever Lilly had become was gone. Gone.
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
It was a fingernail on the drivers window. I closed my eyes, plugged my ears and screamed.
And screamed.
And Screamed.
AND SCREAMED.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monster
I don't normally faint doctor. I feel really woozy and seasick but I don't faint. Ever. When I hit the ground I woke up.. looking at the face of Lilly.
Literally. It was only Lillys face. When I fell I still held the thread that held her together, so I had pulled her down with me. The flesh of her face was on the ground next to me, I let go and scrambled away from it. If you have ever seen a skinned chicken before it has been cooked, it looked like that. Dead pale skin that resembled a childs face. It was crumpled on the ground where moments before my head had been.
I looked up to the changling child and, I'll never forget.
The eye was still hanging off her face but the other to my vantage point on the ground, almost looked like it had a glint of evil in it. How right I was.
Lilly still stood there, in her camp clothes, holding the rock, one eye hanging down her face, the other glaring at all around her. With her face gone her teeth gave the eerie smile you see in Halloween skulls in front yards. Thats all there was. There was no muscle, or babyfat or, anything. Just a skeleton face under her human one. Her hair framed her face as her curls used to, but she no longer looked like the happy ten year old that she was not long ago.
The other campers had began to grow scared but they couldn't move, neither could I. I was frightened for the first time since I had tried to pull the eyelash out of her eye. I regret to this day trying to help her.
She turned away from me, still holding the rock and ran her hand along the degrading picnic table that we use for our crafts. I saw another string become attatched to the table and her hand began to pull apart as well. Turning back to me and her peers she softly laughed. Her laugh broke the spell she had on us.
The campers scattered screaming for thier mothers, a few had cell phones, calling their pampered parents. I was still shocked. Carl, dear Carl, pulled me away from Lilly and practically dragged me away from her to wait by his truck.
When Carl let me go I realized that the children were in more of a danger than I was, they were running for the road!
Lilly was still standing there, next to the table, but she had turned around. I couldn't see what she was doing from where I was. Sewing herself back together? Pulling more off? Did she know what was going on?
Was she a monster like we had seen in the movies?
Literally. It was only Lillys face. When I fell I still held the thread that held her together, so I had pulled her down with me. The flesh of her face was on the ground next to me, I let go and scrambled away from it. If you have ever seen a skinned chicken before it has been cooked, it looked like that. Dead pale skin that resembled a childs face. It was crumpled on the ground where moments before my head had been.
I looked up to the changling child and, I'll never forget.
The eye was still hanging off her face but the other to my vantage point on the ground, almost looked like it had a glint of evil in it. How right I was.
Lilly still stood there, in her camp clothes, holding the rock, one eye hanging down her face, the other glaring at all around her. With her face gone her teeth gave the eerie smile you see in Halloween skulls in front yards. Thats all there was. There was no muscle, or babyfat or, anything. Just a skeleton face under her human one. Her hair framed her face as her curls used to, but she no longer looked like the happy ten year old that she was not long ago.
The other campers had began to grow scared but they couldn't move, neither could I. I was frightened for the first time since I had tried to pull the eyelash out of her eye. I regret to this day trying to help her.
She turned away from me, still holding the rock and ran her hand along the degrading picnic table that we use for our crafts. I saw another string become attatched to the table and her hand began to pull apart as well. Turning back to me and her peers she softly laughed. Her laugh broke the spell she had on us.
The campers scattered screaming for thier mothers, a few had cell phones, calling their pampered parents. I was still shocked. Carl, dear Carl, pulled me away from Lilly and practically dragged me away from her to wait by his truck.
When Carl let me go I realized that the children were in more of a danger than I was, they were running for the road!
Lilly was still standing there, next to the table, but she had turned around. I couldn't see what she was doing from where I was. Sewing herself back together? Pulling more off? Did she know what was going on?
Was she a monster like we had seen in the movies?
Monday, January 10, 2011
Changelings
I'm sorry, I must have used half of the box of tissues on you, but I'm still so upset about it. How could that happen? She just..
Yes, yes, I'll start where I left off... with the eyelash.
She turned toward the sunlight and I saw the eyelash so I pulled on it with the very tips of my fingernails. She didn't mind, she was just a kid, probably did it a hundred times with her mother. So I told her to look the other way while I tried to pluck it out. I figured if she was annoyed by me we could go up to the Lodge and use the tweezers that we use typically for splinters. We never needed the tweezers. A needle and some thread would have been nice but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Oh yes, I'd like another tissue thank you.
But like I said it was innocent enough, an eyelash in her eye. I plucked it with my finger, but it kept coming out. At first thought I thought it was a piece of her hair in there, that must have been annoying. She had very long reddish goldish hair, curly when ever it got wet. When it obviously wasn't the eyelash, I told Lilly "Lill, its a piece of your hair, I'm going to keep going. Or do you want to wait until we get to the lodge and we can use a tweezer?" She said "No Dana, it's fine. Just get it out. It's getting itchy."
The last thing I remember thinking before I went into shock, was 'Itchy? Why is it getting itchy now?"
What was in her eye was not an eyelash. It was not a piece of her hair. It was thread.
I gently pulled what I thought was hair out of her eye, then it jumped from her eye up to her eyebrow, and like a badly sewn seam on a pant leg, it began to one by one undo the eyelashes. The eyelashes popped out of her brow and went along her eye to the left, near her ear. The seam stopped at the end of her eyebrow then traveled down her face to outline her face. Lilly looked at my shocked face and began to back away which pulled the stitches out further, traveling under eye along the bottom lashes. Before anyone could give a shout of warning, her eye sank out of socket and hung by the optic nerves. As Lilly turned her face to look at her peers the eye swayed gently on her cheek.
I fainted here. The poor child...
Yes, yes, I'll start where I left off... with the eyelash.
She turned toward the sunlight and I saw the eyelash so I pulled on it with the very tips of my fingernails. She didn't mind, she was just a kid, probably did it a hundred times with her mother. So I told her to look the other way while I tried to pluck it out. I figured if she was annoyed by me we could go up to the Lodge and use the tweezers that we use typically for splinters. We never needed the tweezers. A needle and some thread would have been nice but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Oh yes, I'd like another tissue thank you.
But like I said it was innocent enough, an eyelash in her eye. I plucked it with my finger, but it kept coming out. At first thought I thought it was a piece of her hair in there, that must have been annoying. She had very long reddish goldish hair, curly when ever it got wet. When it obviously wasn't the eyelash, I told Lilly "Lill, its a piece of your hair, I'm going to keep going. Or do you want to wait until we get to the lodge and we can use a tweezer?" She said "No Dana, it's fine. Just get it out. It's getting itchy."
The last thing I remember thinking before I went into shock, was 'Itchy? Why is it getting itchy now?"
What was in her eye was not an eyelash. It was not a piece of her hair. It was thread.
I gently pulled what I thought was hair out of her eye, then it jumped from her eye up to her eyebrow, and like a badly sewn seam on a pant leg, it began to one by one undo the eyelashes. The eyelashes popped out of her brow and went along her eye to the left, near her ear. The seam stopped at the end of her eyebrow then traveled down her face to outline her face. Lilly looked at my shocked face and began to back away which pulled the stitches out further, traveling under eye along the bottom lashes. Before anyone could give a shout of warning, her eye sank out of socket and hung by the optic nerves. As Lilly turned her face to look at her peers the eye swayed gently on her cheek.
I fainted here. The poor child...
Stitched Lilly
Lilly was one of my students, happy go-lucky kid, tall for her age. I'd say she was eight or so. She had a brother that was very bright but not good socially, Daniel I think his name was. I babysat them sometimes, before they went to camp with me, and be in my group. See what I do is work in the out door wilderness area of the camp, Camp Tree Lake, it empties into Glass River, can't miss it if you go down Box Lane, turn at Winchester farm follow the old goat path. The camp takes a more direct route, going right down Fern Road and taking a left at Four Crossings. That road was put in the year they put in the new cabins down by the lake. My part of camp is near the parking lot, usually we start when the last of the parents and tots leave, just so we can get things done without the parents being freaky about the type of glue gun we use. "Oh Johnny can't use that.. he's allergic to it! It has hepacitus B and Clorox L in it!" Or whatever they say. After five years of listening to the complaints of the parents we just play tag or some other sport until the last of the cars leave. Then the fun begins. That day were going to make our own pet rocks, with paint, glitter eyes, the whole nine yards. We had just come back from the poison ivy infested forest that we call Deplorable Woods to find small rocks that would work for our pet rocks.
We had just gotten back and Carl did the usual poison ivy check on all the kids, if he could see the tell tale red marks then he sent the kids up with one of the JC's to get washed up, if it looks worse than it really is, maybe put a little cream on it. JC work, no biggie. I was left with the six or so kids, this group of second graders happened to be really small. Usually we have about fifteen but we lucked out. Next year, there probably won't be any kids in this group, but whose to say anything?
Lilly came up to me, like she always did, she was a little show off. She started rubbing her eye so I asked her what was wrong. She shrugged and in her little high pitched voice of hers that could melt even the Grinch she said "Probably just durt." Never and 'i' in dirt with her, it was a u. I thought it was cute. I had her turn towards me and I looked in her eye, like any concerned adult would and I found an eyelash. Innocent enough, everyone has had an eyelash in thier eye before. It was right in that little spot where theres alot of pink, right next to the bridge of your nose. Common enough occurance. What happened next will haunt me forever.
We had just gotten back and Carl did the usual poison ivy check on all the kids, if he could see the tell tale red marks then he sent the kids up with one of the JC's to get washed up, if it looks worse than it really is, maybe put a little cream on it. JC work, no biggie. I was left with the six or so kids, this group of second graders happened to be really small. Usually we have about fifteen but we lucked out. Next year, there probably won't be any kids in this group, but whose to say anything?
Lilly came up to me, like she always did, she was a little show off. She started rubbing her eye so I asked her what was wrong. She shrugged and in her little high pitched voice of hers that could melt even the Grinch she said "Probably just durt." Never and 'i' in dirt with her, it was a u. I thought it was cute. I had her turn towards me and I looked in her eye, like any concerned adult would and I found an eyelash. Innocent enough, everyone has had an eyelash in thier eye before. It was right in that little spot where theres alot of pink, right next to the bridge of your nose. Common enough occurance. What happened next will haunt me forever.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Nurses vs Teachers
I have a friend that is a nurse and I'm going for teaching. One day we got into an argument about who was better. Obviously... I lost. She has sharp tools and all I have is ... well... I can give her a sharp rap against her knuckles... thats about it!
So it went like this:
E: My kids are better!
C: My clients are better!
E: Yea? How So??
C: Imagine giving them a spounge bath...
E: Ew.
C: Exactly. I say "No! I don't wanna!"
E: Well imagine grading tests!
C: AHH! No!!! I don't wanna!
E: Exactly.
So it went like this:
E: My kids are better!
C: My clients are better!
E: Yea? How So??
C: Imagine giving them a spounge bath...
E: Ew.
C: Exactly. I say "No! I don't wanna!"
E: Well imagine grading tests!
C: AHH! No!!! I don't wanna!
E: Exactly.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Hi, all you animal lovers!
This is pretty simple... Please ask ten friends to each ask a further ten today!
The Animal Rescue Site is having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily so they can meet their quota of getting FREE FOODdonated every day to abused and neglected animals. It takes less than a minute (about 15 seconds) to go to their site and click on the purple box 'fund food for animals for free'. This doesn't cost you a thing.
Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate food to abandoned/neglected animals in exchange for advertising.
Here's the web site! Please pass it along to people you know.
http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/
AGAIN, PLEASE TELL 10 FRIENDS!
You can also select one of the other tabs to click and donate for that cause as well ( i..e. Hunger, Breast Cancer, etc). Bookmark the site and visit it each day to click and donate….so easy to do…
The Animal Rescue Site is having trouble getting enough people to click on it daily so they can meet their quota of getting FREE FOODdonated every day to abused and neglected animals. It takes less than a minute (about 15 seconds) to go to their site and click on the purple box 'fund food for animals for free'. This doesn't cost you a thing.
Their corporate sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate food to abandoned/neglected animals in exchange for advertising.
Here's the web site! Please pass it along to people you know.
http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/
AGAIN, PLEASE TELL 10 FRIENDS!
You can also select one of the other tabs to click and donate for that cause as well ( i..e. Hunger, Breast Cancer, etc). Bookmark the site and visit it each day to click and donate….so easy to do…
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
ZombieLand
Lots of good characters like the good Emma Stone from the new movie Easy A, or even the movie uhm The House Bunny. (Eval for that following eventuallly!)
Funny Quote?
Tallahassee: I'm not great at farewells, so uh... that'll do, pig.
Columbus: That's the worst goodbye I've ever heard. And you stole it from a movie.
Columbus is none other than Jesse Eisenberg... I think he's kind of cute, but thats just me :)
By the way... the good old BILL MURRAY is in the movie portraying not only.. himself! Last time I saw him doing such as funny performance. Or maybe I'm still that young and I really wasn't paying attention. That might be it too, you never really positively know.
Welt, I have to finish the laundry and the wash up... only takes halfa dozen movies to get anything done anymore. Except for homework, that just takes longer than expected everytime!
Monday, January 3, 2011
Castle in the Sky
Anyone know Mayumi Tanaka? This is one of his movies ... ah NOW you recognize him haha.
The adventure is full of detail and a budding romance seems apparant but you fall in love with all the characters anyways.
Pirates? yes
Fighting? yes
Robots? yes
Adventure? Strap on your seat belts!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Connections
Write if you want a letter
Text if you want to talk
Call if you want to listen
Stop in if you want to be a friend
The Radio
Its amazing what you hear on the radio
And how much of it was true
And what you wish could be done to you.
I've heard of men being gentelmen
Opening doors, cleaning house
Leaving letters and wanting to be a spouse
Then you hear how they leave
How they cheat how they misbehave
And none of that makes sense.
I've heard of girls leaving in the middle of the night
And forgiving their men in the middle of the fight
Others make up thier minds and leave in red high heels
No matter how heavy her heart feels
In real life how much of that is true
Do men really turn the color blue?
The men calls us girls, birds and children
Thinking they'll win us all over again
I'd love for my man to make me a name
Not just a nicname cause those are just lame
I won't be his sweet child
And this love won't be just mild
In books you read how the girls run away
From the men they love not the men they see
They believe that its the right thing to do
But its wrong as my Dad says
Don't burn bridges and get out of town
You know what? You'll still feel down!
And how much of it was true
And what you wish could be done to you.
I've heard of men being gentelmen
Opening doors, cleaning house
Leaving letters and wanting to be a spouse
Then you hear how they leave
How they cheat how they misbehave
And none of that makes sense.
I've heard of girls leaving in the middle of the night
And forgiving their men in the middle of the fight
Others make up thier minds and leave in red high heels
No matter how heavy her heart feels
In real life how much of that is true
Do men really turn the color blue?
The men calls us girls, birds and children
Thinking they'll win us all over again
I'd love for my man to make me a name
Not just a nicname cause those are just lame
I won't be his sweet child
And this love won't be just mild
In books you read how the girls run away
From the men they love not the men they see
They believe that its the right thing to do
But its wrong as my Dad says
Don't burn bridges and get out of town
You know what? You'll still feel down!
Daddy, how was I born ?
A little boy goes to his father and asks ' Daddy , how was I born ?'
The father answers, 'Well, son , I guess one day you will need to find out anyway! Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo . Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe . We sneaked into a secluded room, and googled each other. There your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive . As soon as I was ready to upload , we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall , and since it was too late to hit the delete button , nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared that said:
Scroll down...You'll love this ......
'You got Male!
The father answers, 'Well, son , I guess one day you will need to find out anyway! Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo . Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe . We sneaked into a secluded room, and googled each other. There your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive . As soon as I was ready to upload , we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall , and since it was too late to hit the delete button , nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared that said:
Scroll down...You'll love this ......
'You got Male!
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Happy New Year! 2011
Old Long Syne, by James Watson (1711)
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
on Old long syne.
CHORUS:
On Old long syne my Jo,
in Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
on Old long syne.
My Heart is ravisht with delight,
when thee I think upon;
All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight,
and speedily is gone;
The bright resemblance of thy Face,
so fills this, Heart of mine;
That Force nor Fate can me displease,
for Old long syne.
CHORUS
Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief,
when from thee I am gone;
will not thy presence yield relief,
to this sad Heart of mine:
Why doth thy presence me defeat,
with excellence divine?
Especially when I reflect
on Old long syne
CHORUS
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
on Old long syne.
CHORUS:
On Old long syne my Jo,
in Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
on Old long syne.
My Heart is ravisht with delight,
when thee I think upon;
All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight,
and speedily is gone;
The bright resemblance of thy Face,
so fills this, Heart of mine;
That Force nor Fate can me displease,
for Old long syne.
CHORUS
Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief,
when from thee I am gone;
will not thy presence yield relief,
to this sad Heart of mine:
Why doth thy presence me defeat,
with excellence divine?
Especially when I reflect
on Old long syne
CHORUS
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