Friday, August 26, 2011

Having done all...

Somebody is having a "kiniption"! Y'all Pray.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The Test!

My Dad made sure that all the tests, he drove me to were memorable. He usually had one last threat, just before I got out of the car. I cannot tell, if I did better or worse on the tests because of his "encouragements".

Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience.

Patience learning is a test. Each situation is a test, in life, but certainly loss of a job can be seen as that. I hear my heavenly father saying, I am not going to beat you, if you fail this test, but I would encourage you to pass it. {This time} :) In other words stop crying and get going.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Cool Hand Luke!

What we have here, is a failure to communicate!

In the duck, duck, goose game, Mr Allstate called goose. You don't have Good Hands, anymore. You're Fired! Them's the breaks!

The people in the Allstate Corp. are blessed, and they were God's means of provision for a family of 8 for 4 years, but now I'm canned and footing it. Too bad. Hot hands, cool hands or good hands, I'm out of the game and crying this weekend!

Monday, August 8, 2011

Low Country Boil.

Low Country Boil,

I must say that I had no anticipation of anything so scrumptious, from the description. We were going, primarily for the fellowship and for the growing of a relationship of fondness that we had begun with this young man, who impresses us. Come to my house, was the invitation and it wouldn’t have made any difference, what was served. But, I am leary of eating new foods, to say the least…
He described it as, a bunch of stuff boiled in a pot, thrown on the table and eaten with fingers. “Sounds…sounds…like a cultural experience that we would be surprised at?”

I walked into the beautiful, Amish style, home. Wood floors and wood ceilings were like arms from the sky, hugging, after the long trip into an unknown area of the south. We are so squeamish of adventuring outside of the usual trip. The sky got bigger and bigger, the closer that we got to his house. The ceiling and the floor spoke welcome to our bodies and the smell of this, untasted specialty, was inviting.

The family was kind and Christian; simply dressed and pleasant in demeanor and expression. But the Low Country Boil was the most pleasant part of the trip. Eating something so unusually different added to the conversation. When the conversation lagged the children kept popping things in their mouths and talking about their piles of refuse that were mounting as we gorged ourselves. There is something about eating with your hands that takes away the sense of how much you are eating. We ate until, as Ezra put it, our stomachs were in our throats and the fellowship was from heaven. Breaking bread and growing to know and love others for Christ sake, is a grace

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme


Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)

He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.