Thursday, March 05, 2009

an age old question, finally answered...

Obviously, I WOULD jump off a cliff
if all the other kids were doing it!!
Especially the really cool ones!!
I just started a facebook account.
I think I'm proud...

Friday, February 20, 2009

... and then they said there's no such thing as Santa

You know that old thing we've all been taught that goes something like:
"sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me"?
WELL,.. they LIED!!! They LIED BAD!!!
Just thought ya'll needed to know that I know!!
(P.S. I'm still holding out hope that the whole "there's no SANTA" thing is a lie too.)

Monday, February 09, 2009

CASE SENSITIVE? ABSOLUTELY!! & BOLD & UNDERLINED!!!

“… for I KNOW whom I have believed and am persuaded that HE is able…” (II Timothy 1:12)

And THAT is where I find the most comfort in these strange & trying times. And because of THAT, I will continue to pray to GOD that HE will continue to bless and keep his people. And just as I have in the past, I will continue to pray that GOD will bless our leaders, ESPECIALLY our president, with the much needed wisdom to make the right choices for our country and the strength necessary to lead us in the right direction. Just as WE elected them to do.

But above all, I will continue to pray to the one and only GOD that, in his infinite GRACE and MERCY, and in spite of our ignorance, he will continue to BLESS my Parents, Siblings, Husband, Friends, and me with the abundant gifts we enjoy each and every day of our lives: Food, clothing, homes, PRECIOUS children, jobs, entertainments, and the knowledge and comfort of having FAMILY & FRIENDS who love us in spite of our faults and failures, and a GOD who loves us unconditionally.

We would all (including & especially our president and leaders) do well to heed the psalmist's words:

“…Be still, and know that I am GOD: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.” (Psalms 46:10)

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Playing Possum!!!

So, we figure the conversation might have gone something like this:

As Harold the possum rushes into his house out of breath, covered with dirt, hair all out of place and his eyes bugging out, he manages to squeeze out a squeaky:

“…you’re never gonna believe this…”
when he notices that his Mother and Father and siblings are all sitting quietly around the table waiting for dinner to be served. His mother looks at him sternly and says:

Mom O’possum: Harold, you’re late for dinner AGAIN, what AM I going to do with you?

Harold (still out of breath): but, but, but MOM, DAD, GUYS, you won’t believe…

Dad O’possum: Son, How many times have I warned you about being late for dinner?

Harold (bursting at the seams): SERIOUSLY, you’re never going to believe what just happened!!

Mom O’possum: OK, Harold, hurry up. Dinner’s getting cold. Tell us what POSSIBLY could have been important enough to make you late for supper. And wipe that dirt, and …is that dog food… off your face. And slick your hair down, you look a mess.

Harold (speaking a mile a minute): Well, see… I was on my way home and I came across this pile of dog food that someone had just thrown out and I thought that I’d bring a bunch of it home for dinner. So I stopped to fill my pockets, and I was just minding my own business when out of nowhere, this giant monster came running at me. My first thought was HOLY SH…

(at the same time)
Dad O’possum: Son, watch your mouth…
Mom O’possum: Harold Norman O’possum…!!!

Harold: … but guys, it was as big as a horse, I mean a house, yea, it was as big as a house and it was coming straight for me and it was growling and snapping it’s awful fangs and the horns, oh the horns were horrible, and I just knew I was going to be torn to tiny shreds and die. But Dad, remember how you told me to never run, and that if I just played like I was dead, then I’d be OK?

Dad O’possum (under his breath): I was talking about Bullies son, not monsters…

Harold:… WELL IT WORKED!!! I put all my training into use and when he hit me, I just went limp and laid there. The Monster stood over me growling and snapping, and drooling , and then … get this… and then… as I glanced out from under my eyelids, his MASTERS came up and they were talking about how the Monster killed me and, and then the Big one Kicked me!! But I didn’t cave, I just laid there and held my breath and finally, they moved on. I waited just a little longer, lifted my head to make sure no one was around and then I came home as fast as I could. I’m telling you, THAT was a close one!! It’s a wonder I’m even here.


Mom O’possum: (sigh) eat your soup Harold…


Here’s what really happened:

We were out for our evening stroll with Jiro. As we rounded the corner of the house, I saw Jiro take off like a streak of lightning and like a linebacker, hit something furry in the yard. The furry thing rolled and I yelled at Jiro to “LEAVE IT”, which he finally did after a few more sniffs. As I got closer, I realized that the furry thing was a possum and it was lying there as limp and still as a dishrag. By that time Roger had walked up and we stood over the dead possum. Roger figured that it must have been hit by a car and just happened to make it to the yard before it died. I said, "No, I had actually seen Jiro “roll” it, so if it was dead, it hadn’t been that way long". Roger nudged it with his foot and said, "see… it’s dea… no, wait, I just saw a lip move". We both walked a little ways away and turned to watch. Sure enough, the little guy, lifted his head, looked around, got up, shook himself off and waddled away. I had never actually seen a possum “playing possum” before. It was totally cool!!! Poor guy!! Even funnier was the look of total confusion when Jiro came back to check on his “kill” and it was gone!! Oh the joys of living in the South!!

Sunday, January 04, 2009

SERIOUSLY...????!!!

OMG!!! I think, I'm LIKE..., soooo,
JEALOUS of an 8 yr old!!
Whilst sitting in church this morning, another family walked in. As they got to their pew, the littlest girl, no more than 8 yrs old, very carefully pulled her
The NORTH FACE fleece off,
and hung it over the pew in front of her.
Then she placed her COACH purse on the seat beside her.
She settled her bible on her lap, then dug into her purse
and pulled out her PALM PILOT
so that she could take notes (I'm certain) during the service.
Thankfully, I didn't ever hear her cell phone (I'm sure she had one) ring so she must have been considerate enough to turn it off before she came in.
It did make me feel somewhat better when she pulled out the
strawberry scented Hello Kitty pen.
(I have an Office Max TUL pen in my purse.)
SERIOUSLY!!????
(I'm going to refrain from stepping on my soap box, because I fear I'm beginning to sound more and more like my increasingly intelligent mother every day, however I will use one familiar, but ever more understandable phrase:..
What's the world coming to?)