This movie is amazing:
Friday, December 5, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
23 Years in Six Lines
The First Marriage (Dec. 1972 to Feb. 1996)There was a young woman who lived in a house;
And she wanted children more than did her spouse.
Her spouse had repented of vows he had made,
To God, and to her, and to bills marked "unpaid."
He did give her children, because she demanded,
And they and she both left his home empty-handed.
-- Poem by Rani Kaye 12/4/2008
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Never Argue with a Woman who reads
I just received this from my sister in a round-robin email:
One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap.
Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out
a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.
Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says,
'Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?'
'Reading a book,' she replies, (thinking, 'Isn't that obvious?')
'You're in a Restricted Fishing Area,' he informs her
'I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading'
'Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.
I'll have to take you in and write you up.'
'For reading a book,' she replies,
'You're in a Restricted Fishing Area,' he informs her again,
'I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading'
'Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.
I'll have to take you in and write you up.'
'If you do that, I'll have to charge you with Sexual assault,' says the woman.
'But I haven't even touched you,' says the game warden.
'That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.'
'Have a nice day ma'am,' and he left.
MORAL :
Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.
Send this to four women who are thinkers. If you receive this, you know you're intelligent.
Prayer for the first three
"Hear, O heavens!
Listen, O earth!
For the LORD has spoken:
'I reared children and brought them up,
but they have rebelled against me.'"
-- Isaiah 1:2 NIV
Before my youngest son was born, I adopted and raised three others:
Jamie was born in 1973, but I did not meet him until 1982.
Scott was born in 1978, but I did not meet him until 1983.
Michael was born in 1975, but I did not meet him until 1984.
From The Lutheran Book of Prayer:
"Lord Jesus, You came into the world to seek and to save those who were separated from Your love. It is with a heavy and aching heart that I come to You, the Savior of sinners, imploring You to restore to saving faith my erring children. O Lord, my heart is breaking as I realize that my sons are following the way of unrepentant sinners, which always leads to condemnation. Save them, O Lord, save them. You have, in Your vast mercy performed many wonders, and I pray that You would lead back all the erring lambs who have wandered away from Your fold.
"O Lord, if by any fault or neglect of my own I have caused them to have strayed from You, I beg of Your mercy that you would forgive me. Guide me by Your Holy Word, and show me how to share Your love, mercy, and forgiveness. Draw all of us closer to You in faith. If it be Your will, let these erring children be returned so that our hearts are filled again with Your peace and Your joy. Unite us with You in faith, and abide in our hearts both now and forevermore as our loving, compassionate, and forgiving Savior. In Your holy name I pray. Amen."
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Saved PM
| The poem you asked to see .... | by Sumax for users ranikaye and sumaxmail |
AMEN ARMEGEDDON My world is filled with empty rooms, Through which I roam. I walk a lonely road. My mind is but an empty space, With cluttered thoughts, Wherein frustration reigns. My heart contains an empty ache For something lost. And yet, I know not what. My dreams are empty echoes now Of your warm voice And promises you made. My soul recalls a covenant, Still unfulfilled, Made long before I was. Yet, notwithstanding all my doubts, One thought persists … All’s well … you will return. |
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Writers Forum Find Your Muse #10 - Holiday Disaster
For this week's Writers Forum I am again attempting to hone my skills at writing fiction:
Saturday, December 16, 1972
Dear Carole,
I have so much to tell you! Every day I ask God why you had to move away just when school is getting good. We aren’t the shrimpy little 7th graders any more. Yay! The boys at school are so dumb but I met a freshman from the high school yesterday and he is so cool. I hope he asks me out. Of course, Mom and Dad probably won’t let me go out until I’m 20 years old or something. I don’t care. He is soooo dreamy, and his name is Nate, and I am sure that some day I will marry him.
Oh! I suppose you want to know how I met Nate? Well, Mr. Harquin, my English teacher, asked me to take a note over to the high school office yesterday morning. I had to wait for Mrs. Shoreby to get off the phone when I got there. This very cute boy was waiting right in front of me, and he smiled at me, and he even talked to me. I am just in heaven ever since. I hope he sees me again and asks me for my phone number.
Last night we had to go to Rita’s dumb wedding. I didn’t tell you she was getting married, did I? Ha ha. I know I didn’t tell you because nobody in the family even knew about it until Monday! How dumb is that? Rita just met this guy, and he is really strange, if you know what I mean.
Rita still thinks her name is Gracie. Rita used to be so cool when she first went to MSU, but ever since she thinks she found Jesus or something, she is like a zombie from the Twilight Zone. Remember when my mom and grandma took us to
If you wouldn’t have moved away in August, you would be able to see what I mean. I didn’t get any letters from her for a long time. Maybe I did, but Mom and Dad hid them. They say Rita is “subversive.” Isn’t that romantic?
Well anyway, she came home all of a sudden in September, but then she’s no sooner home and Mom tells her she had better go stay with Grandma so she won’t be a bad influence on little Judy. Mom heard Rita telling Judy some of her strange “end of the world” ideas, is why she sent her to Grandma’s house.
Oh! Speaking of Mom, she is calling me to set the table for supper, so I will be right back.
Well, I’m back. Where was I? Oh yeah, Rita/Grace. They made her pick a new name in that group she lived with. Mom made us watch a show on channel 8 about cults so we would understand. Rita’s biggest worry from what I could tell was that
When the world didn’t end, she went and found a new group of people in downtown G.R. to live with. She likes communes, I guess. Maybe that’s romantic too. I don’t know.
Anyway, she moved there just before Thanksgiving, and she handed out food to poor people on Thanksgiving and didn’t even come to Grandma’s house. I think Grandma told her not to come, because my mom gets so irate every time she sees Rita.
Well last Monday out of the blue Rita calls home from her new church place, and she wants to come over, and we missed Glen Campbell on TV to meet this guy God told her to marry. I think he was a hippy out in
Well, they got married last night, and it was a weird wedding, and now they are off on a honeymoon in a car somebody loaned them.
So that brings you up to date on life here in
Don’t forget to play Daydream Believer every night before you go to bed, and remember me. I am pining away for next summer when I can come and see you or you can come and see me.
Rita and her new husband will be home from the honeymoon in time to come here for Christmas, and that is going to be a disaster – I just know it.
Write me back as soon as you get this. Maybe I will send you a picture of Rita and the creep, as soon as Dad develops the film. Ta ta for now!
Love,
Something for you to read while I write
Yipes! I'm under a deadline and I didn't realize! Gotta write for Writer's Forum because tomorrow they post a new challenge already.
I was browsing through my old blogs (hoping to be able to cheat).
Lots of my old stuff was uploaded from Yahoo 360, and nobody here has read it.
This is one I like, and maybe you will too. (Just in case you want something to read while I go try to write something new.) It is called
"Giraffes in the Keyholes":
Do you remember being so young that you didn't know all the words?
I remember sitting on the floor in the living room ... playing with my toys ... My mom was stuffing cotton in the keyhole of our front door.
I asked her why she was doing that.
I thought she said, "To keep out the giraffes."
"How could giraffes get in through there?" said I.
"No ... not giraffes -- cold air -- the word is drafts," said Mom.
... Fifty years later, on a cold, winter's night ... I think about giraffes in the keyholes ... and how it felt to be so very young.
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