Sunday, October 31, 2004
Friday, October 29, 2004
Halloween weekend is here. I'm on my lunch break so can't write to much. I still don't know what I'm dressing up as. Mike and are are going to a Halloween party tomorrow, he's got his kilt, but I just can't think of anything that goes with a Scottish Highlander, any ideas. I'm sure I'll think of something. Anyway hope everyone has a great weekend. Pictures will be shared later. More to come I'm sure!
Monday, October 25, 2004
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Friday, October 22, 2004
I never saw the movie "The Exorcist", but I do recall its impact on everyone around me. I remember my cousin Jay and how badly it scared him. It left a lasting impression on many people about Satan's power. Even many Christinan began to live in fear, swayed by the vivid images of evil. It seemed as if the devil was as powerful as God. Now there is a new movie that suppose to scare and shock you more, the story before The Exorcist. Is this perspective sound? OF COURSE NOT! God is the Creator, and all others, including demons, are just created beings. Only God is almighty. For as long as I can remember when things seem to be going bad, it's easy to blame the devil. Although he does emit wickedness and sin, we must be careful not to conclude that we are powerless against him. "The holy spirit in us is greater than he who is in the world." So what am I telling myself? Resist, Resist, Resist.
Monday, October 18, 2004
Today was my Papa's birthday. He's been in my thought very strong the last couple of days. I watched "Big Fish" Saturday night, which is one of my favorite movies, because it reminds me so much of my Papa. He was great at telling tall tales, we had a giant catfish that lived in one of his ponds that no one could catch, as a kid I imagined it to be as large as a small boat, from what Papa had told me. I loved his stories. On our way to breakfast yesterday, I noticed a older man in his Sunday best walking home from church. Then I saw him go down, I yelled for Mike to pull over that someone had just fell, I jumped out and saw that he had lost his footing by stepping in a hole where they were working on the roads. Mike jumped out and we helped him to his feet, shook off the dust on his suit,let him take a few steps to make sure he was ok. He seemed fine, and God blessed us, we blessed him back and was back on the road to meet friends for breakfast. I got back into the truck and broke out in tears. He caught my eye before he fell, because he reminded me of my Papa. In my heart when I was jumping out of the truck, he was my Papa. Guess that was God's gift to remind me of Papa yesterday.
Papa's Special Gift
Papa had a special gift
He always knew just what to do
To make his grandchildren happy
And to show he loved them, too.
At the family get-togethers,
He was the first person to look for-
He would entertain us children for hours,
And we always kept asking for more.
You could tell when Papa was teasing
By the twinkle that shined in his eyes-
He was an expert at settling problems,
For he was loving, patient and wise.
His grandchildren always admired him,
Even though they are grown-
They always feel proud and happy
To have had Papa as their own!
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Monday, October 11, 2004
I'm reading Rick Warren's "The Purpose Driven Life", so decided to start a 40 day journal while I read it. I think it will be a nice journey for me.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
1) Keep yourself safe.
2) Start outside your location (could be your home, school, workplace - it's up to you.)
3) Travel two units straight in one direction
4) Turn to your right and travel 4 units
5) Whereve you are, so long as you are safe, your mission is to creatively interpret your surroundings. Bring back and post photographic evidence to your website that you were actually there. Make the absolute best of whatever you find, no matter the subject or how mundane it might seem.
I love this picture of Sherry and I. This was taken on Christmas Eve, and we were so excited about Santa coming soon. We never could sleep on Christmas Eve because we were so excited. Now it makes me think of all the whippons I used to get because of Sherry. At night we slept together, and she just wouldn't go to sleep, she would talk and talk, and then daddy would come in and say if he hears us talking anymore he was going to come spank us. We always got those little spankings because we just couldn't go to sleep. My favorite story about a spanking Sherry caused me to get. When she was about five, her front teeth were getting kind of loose, and for some reason unknown to me she decided to bite my shoe, and looking down I see to human teeth stuck to my shoe. Into the house Sherry flies, blood coming out of her mouth, and she tells Daddy that I kicked her in the mouth. Out comes Daddy with the belt, I don't really remember the spanking, but I do remember she smiling with her two front teeth missing and saying "He really didn't kick me, I bit his shoe". Then looking down at my shoe there are these two little teeth marks in the white plastic of my shoes. My only proof of my Jaws attack. To late, I've already got the whippon. A few whippons here and there, not so bad. I sure was crazy about ole Sherry. Something about the way those blue eyes. I think I'd done anything. I think that's one of the things I'm so crazy about Autumn for, she reminds me so much of that little blue eyed girl I grew up with.
Saturday, October 9, 2004
This picture was taken at my Nana's shortly after I was attacked by a dog. You can notice my how swollen by eye was. I'm not sure why I like this picture but I do. Being attacked by our neighbors dog was one of my first memories, guess sometime those traumatic things just seem to stay in our memories. I remember running from the dog, and trying to get over the fence, one of our neighbors had put me in their yard, which they weren't supposed to do. I remember screaming for my mom, and then the next thing I remember was riding in the back of a car with people holding me down and trying to keep me calm. Then the doctor's putting a sheet over my head with a hole cut in it that fit right over my eye, so they cut stitch me up. I bet I wasn't a pretty sight. I guess being a parent must be a pretty scary thing. And even harder when their little ones get hurt. I'm still trying to figure out why I love this picture so much, maybe because I loved it out at my Nana's. Her farm was so calm and peaceful. I also felt like someone was watching over me in the picture, not sure why though.
My mom just emailed me, she got this in her mountainwings today, thought I'd share it as well.
Learning to Run
The two-year old likes to run.
It warms my heart when I see his funny movements as he runs.
It also scares me because young children have a tendency to fall
I was out shopping with my sons when the two-year old started to
If you are a parent, you completely understand the phrase,
"it hurts you more than it does them." There is something that
pains worse than physical torment to see your little one hurt.
He skinned his knee and elbow. He cried for a few minutes and
finally with the soothing of Daddy, quieted down.
We are like my two-year old.
There are so many areas of life where we must run:
some by choice, some by the force of circumstances.
There are so many new things.
There are so many times when our steps are unsure and we are not
The older I get, the more I understand how a Divine Father can
let us go through some things and fall. I was tempted to stop
my son when I saw him run. I knew that sooner or later, if not
that day then one day, he would fall.
I also knew that if he was to ever learn how to run, he must
fall, and often I had to watch him do it.
I fell in business several times before I was able to run.
I fell in relationships several times before I had sense enough
to stop looking for perfection and know that we all have faults.
Even your second child is reared differently from the first
because you learn some things from falling with that first one.
I fell off of my bicycle.
I fell off of my motorcycle.
I fell on skates (roller and ice).
I even choked a few times while learning to swim.
We often fall when learning to run the things of life.
Too often bruises stop us from ever trying to run again.
We are afraid that we will slip and get hurt.
We are afraid of the pain.
My son runs much better now. I still wince when I see him run
on a hard surface but he won't stop running.
At only two, he has one of the keys of life.
He won't stop running just because he fell.
Your bruises will heal, you will get up,
and the path will still be there.
Though at times you may not think it so,
The Divine Father is still watching over you.
He just knows that he has to let you fall,
If you are ever to learn to run.
Monday, October 4, 2004
Hitchcock compiled the shower sequence in 70-odd takes of two and three seconds each, for which Leigh spent seven days in the shower. Rumors circulated that she was nude, but she wore a flesh-colored moleskin.
Although tame by today's standards, the scene was shocking for the time for its brutality.
Leigh wrote in her 1995 book ''Psycho: Behind the Scenes in the Classic Thriller'' that the filming was easy until the last 20 seconds when she had to express total horror as her character was being slashed to death.
She often said she hadn't been able to take a shower since the movie. ''It's not a hype, not something I thought would be good for publicity,'' she insisted. ''Honest to gosh, it's true.'' I had my own scares of taking showers after that movie myself.
How often do we sit around and think about what we don't have, when we completely ignore what we do have. I am really blessed and I need to think about that more often. Things could be much worse. I have my health, I have close friends. My family is in good health. I have someone special to share my life. I'm enjoying defining my story. I'm enjoying my story too. I could go on and on. But I'm going to wrap it up and just say. I'm thankful for this life!
Saturday, October 2, 2004
Just taking a break letting my sauce simmer. Mike took me to meet his little nephew Asher and just wanted to write what a nice time it was spending with his nephew and mom. It was really awesome to see someone as crazy about their nephew as I am my neice and nephews. He was really good with Asher. We took him for a walk in the rain, gave him a fidgy pop as you can see his chocalate lips in the pictures, played airplane, and went out and had a nice dinner. I really enjoyed it. Tomorrow I have to work, not something I usually do on Sundays, but tomorrow I have too. Got to make some more money somehow. Well now I'm just relaxing, had a nice day went and had lunch with Mike and James some friends of ours and just enjoyed the day. Well got to run and check on the sauce.