Monday, October 31, 2005

Halloween Twenty Six Years ago

On a dark scary Halloween many years ago, we were painting our faces and getting ready to go trick or treating, when my mother went into labor.  She left me in charge of my two younger sisters and asked me to take them trick or treating.  I was so excited, but mom wasn't she said she didn't want the baby born on Halloween, which I still find funny.  I spent the night trick or treating with my sisters, then coming back home.   No baby came Halloween night, but we were about to have a new one in our household the next day. 

Tonight was fun looking at all the Halloween trick or treaters, brought back good memories.  Then there was some really strange ones that came too.  Been watching Prison Break, and Medium tonight, Mike's working late.  I'm beat.  About to hit the hay.


Sunday, October 30, 2005

Early to Church

Well we made it to church and hour and a half early.  Yes we forgot to set our clocks back, how long did it take us to figure it out, well actually about 40 minutes.  I was supposed to be at choir practice 30 minutes early.  So we thought maybe they had cancelled choir practice,  then it got time for church and noone was still there, then a light bulb.  We forgot to set our clock back.  O.K. lets go try this again!

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Last year

Well doesn't look like we're dressing up this year.  So I'm going through last years pictures.  Where's my magic lamp?


Friday, October 28, 2005

Still In thought

Sitting in my silence looking about,

I see things in a diffrent light.

It is better to wait and discern the truth,

than to jump to conclusions

and forever be a fool.

Let me step back and listen

as the turbulent waters rise higher

upon emotions of web-like hatred

that entangles the least suspecting of all.

Remaining silent is sometimes the light,

for it is useless to argue and not know the truth.

The truth is sometimes overlooked

when dissension sets in

to warp the mind of the loser.

by Derek

Lunch today

I had lunch today with a person from work.  We sat down and she started complaining about people who sent email's with Christian messages, and how they bothered her.  So I just I just let her talk, she seemed to want to get a lot off her chest.  Then after she went on she said if your a Christian I didn't mean to offend you.  I told her I was.  I then asked her why she was so upset or angry.  She started by saying we don't practive what we preach.  She said many of us are very experienced at sounding religious, but we don't put our words into action.  Then she went on to say her father was a minister, and she has lots of problems with her father.  Honestly I felt a little drained.  I told her I understood what she was talking about.  That it was like our discrepancy report we do every morning for the vendors that sell to us.  When there is a discrepancy between what is said and done, confusion is created.  I told her I thought she brought up some good points that even left me thinking.  Then I just shared with her about my love and how great it is when words and actions actually agree.  I told her about growing up in a wonderful loving family.  Mostly I just listened though.  I've been thinking about that everything she said.  I started wondering how similar am I too those people she was talking about, saying one thing and doing another.  I know I've been guilty of that.  I have a past, one that I can probably never run from, no matter how hard I try.  All I can do is live in the now, and do the best I can.  All we can do is speak our truths.  I don't want to be a hypocrite, is that spelled wrong?  I told her I couldn't answer for her, I could only answer for myself.  But I do hope she let off some steam and felt a little better, and left feeling a lit bit better about life in general.  Bless her! Bless me a lot too please.  I need it! 

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Mike and Me

Well, it's only a few days till Halloween, wonder what we are going to dress up like?


Guess that 6 mile run zonked me more than I knew.  I got home from work today and crashed.  Now I'm awake.  Mike and I just ate.  Bellies are full.  Nothing's on television.  I had heard a friend of mine from high school had written a book.  He was always a nice guy.   I didn't have a lot of guy friends in high school, lots of girlfriends.  He was a little younger than me, and we were both into Drama and acting.  I always thought a lot of him, I was older than him, one year I was a lifeguard and lifeguarded for his church's summer camp.  I took a class with him too and he sat behind me too.   We weren't close friends, but I always felt a closeness with him.  Maybe because we had stuff in common.  My friend Daryl had told me he had written a book of short stories about growing up.  I found his website. .  I look forward to reading some of his short stories, he always had a great since of humor and liked to laugh.   He always seemed older than he was too.

Prayers and thought going out to Tara

It's sad when we turn the television on and see so much sadness in the world.  It's even sadder when this sadness hits so close to home.  In my hometown.  I had recently added a article from someone's blog on this, with a link on the bottom of this entry, and also had his link as a favorite's of mine on my sidebar.  He seemed to think I was putting this in as my entry although I had linked his site on the entry and also to the side.  So I've chosen to just take it out completely.    He's a great writer, and I thought by linking his site on the bottom, anyone reading would know it was written by him.  Ok, now I'm losing track of what is important and what I mainly want is basically I just want to ask for prayers and good thoughts for Tara and her family.  She went missing  Saturday of last week, and has many people who are praying and keeping good thoughts for her and her family.

Tara Grinstead (Source: Ocilla Police Department)That's Tara on the left. The 5'3", brown-haired, brown-eyed 30-year-old didn't show up for work on Monday, October 24, 2005.   When the school realized Tara had not shown up for work Monday, they called her in as a missing person. As it was, she had not been seen since Saturday night, October 22. No one knows what Tara was wearing when she disappeared... yet her house was locked and her car was there. The only items anyone could determine were missing were her purse and keys. 

Nothing like this has ever happened in our hometown, for as long as I can remember we left the doors unlocked.  Until the last few years when so many bad things seem to be going on everytime we turn on the television or pick up the newpaper. 

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Tuesday night getting close to bedtime

Well this was a full day.  The ballots opened, and I cast my votes.  Long day at work.  I got home, went and ran 6 miles by the St. John's river, it was simply beautiful.  The cool air, I don't think I even broke much of a sweat, although my legs just weren't go too fast the first few miles.  I came home, washed Abby, she's was so sweet.  So I treated her with a little bit of boiled chicken.  I cooked homemade chicken pot pie.  I should go take a picture of it, but I'm tired.  Made chicken and pasta for lunch tomorrow.  Washed some clothes.  I'm beat.  Mike's working the late shift tonight, and will be home in an hour I guess.  I'm so tired, I'm not sure if I will be able to stay up, I'm wooped.  I wanted to write something tonight.  But can't think of any great subjects.  Hope everyone is doing great and don't forget to vote.  :)

In Memory of Rosa Parks

Tuesday October 25, 2005
In loving memory of Rosa Parks,A modern Saint whose light of justice and freedom will shine on for years to come.  Detroit, Michigan was lucky to have her.  She was an outstanding citizen since the late 50's. Born February 4th, 1913.  Arrested at age 42 in Alabama.  She sat down and stood up for Justice for our world and herself.  What a serene and quiet lovely lady.  With great inner strength and determination.  She died peacefully in her sleep at 92.
God bless you Rosa Parks!

Saturday, October 22, 2005

John's Weekend Assignment

Weekend Assignment #82: What was your favorite bedtime story as a child?  I grew up with Dr. Seuss, my mom must have got me all the Dr. Seuss books when I was growing up.  When I was a child I had a problem that many kids probably face, that was nightmares.  After I got this book, I started changing those creatures in my nightmares from monsters that were going to hurt me to monsters that were my friends.  This was my favorite book growing up.  I also loved "The Velveteen Rabbit" which I think I loved even more as an adult.  I loved being read too, and reading. 

Extra Credit: As an adult , have you shared that favorite bedtime story with a child?  I got Autumn the book "The Velveteen Rabbit", and Eli the leapster edition of "Where the Wild Things Are".  The first book I read was "Island of the Blue Dolphins", can't wait to give that book to Autumn soon.  I also loved "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe", can't wait till that movie comes out in December.

    Cover for the book 'Where the Wild Things Are'   “The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth
and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws
but Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye
and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day
and into the night of his very own room, where he found his supper waiting for him
and it was still hot.”—Where the Wild Things Are

Friday, October 21, 2005

Photo Friday: Retro

My dad in the late 50's with his little cousin Marie.


I was reading my sister's blog she wrote about Papa on his birthday this week too, funny how big he was to all of us.  He really was a great man.  He made each one of us feel so special.  And always talked to us like we were people, no matter how little we were.  It's Friday finally!  Woo Hoo!  It's food day today at work, and I'm trying to be good.  I've never seen so many goodies.  Got a call, will write more later. Well I'm back, still at work, and I just couldn't say no to all the goodies.  We have so much good food here today.  I think the chicken salad in pasta was my favorite.  I'm going to have to really jog hard when I get home.  I'll be pushing!  "I think I can, I think I can".   My mom's up in Atlanta this week with her husband Ray, I know she's been looking forward to a little relaxation.  Poor ole Sherry's back is out, so everyone send good vibes her way.  She said Autumn was home sick with her.  I talked to her earlier, everytime I talk to her she sounds more grown up.  Well I better get back to work.  It's really slow today at work.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Running again

I've started running again, or maybe I should say jogging.  I jogged six miles on Monday.  It felt really good getting back into it.  That first run always pulls me back into it.  Although some lady commented on how slow I was running while she was on her bicycle.  I just laughed.  Yesterday was another beautiful day. I ran after work five milesgetting a good run in before it started getting dark. The sun sets noticeably earlier these days and dusk was settling in on my way back across the last bridgeQuite beautiful and I was wishing for a camera.  I'm going to do my best to stick with it this time, I really feel good when I do this.  Many of my aches have gotten noticeable smaller.  The goal for now is just get out there every other day.  I'd like to start swimming again also.  Yesterday I ran two bridges.  On the second one I felt myself slow down.  I got to find my pace again.  I was cramping something awful, but was fine after they ceased.   The autumn air is finally arriving, lending enough chill to the air that I don't sweat as terrible as I would have a few weeks ago.  This is my favorite time of year. Life is good, indeed.  I felt happy and satified when I walked back in the house.  Mike grilled chicken and I made some strange pasta, with tomatoes, mozzerella, rasberry vinegrette, onion, and pepper.  It was ok, kind of a mederannea taste.  Diffrent though.  Then it was an hour of "Lost", I've been hooked on this show now from the start.  Mike got a job at Bailey's Gym, so maybe I will get inspired to start working out more.  Sure hope so.  He seems happy with it.  Worked on editing some photo's and finally made it to bed by midnight.  If I can keep up the running, maybe I should start a jogging blog.  You should hear all the things that go through my mind while I run.  As I run uphill on the Acosta Bridge with the river on both sides, the thought "I think I can, I think I can"  come to mind as I make it to the top of the bridge, down the bridge, " I know I can, I know I can".  I love the me time I have while running, I talk to Father, the son, and I sing real loud on the times I wear my little ipod.  

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Happy Birthday Papa

It's been 12 years since my grandfather passed away.  I think he would be 92 today if he was still alive.  But he's still alive in my brain, or his spirit is still with me.  Papa battled prostrate cancer for many years.  It's still hard for me to get past those last years.  I remember kneeling by his bed, and singing old hymns to him with the old tape recorder.  Many tears came out like a flood while I was there.  The finality of a life came too me on my last visit, and it was so overwhelming.  I think I had hoped for a miracle.  He was so strong to me, even laying in that bed, all I could see was Papa, my strong Papa.  There was even moments when he thought he was still strong Papa, for a moment once, he tried to get out of the bed and  get me to go for a ride.  I so wanted to take him on that ride, but no one would have it.  He joked when Mema and Tamara were in the other room, that I could sneak him out the back door.  I just laughed, and cried all in the same breath.  Even writing this now, I get kind of overwhelmed.  I think of that verse "Jesus wept".  He cried because he knew the reality of Heaven.  I think my tears were mainly selfish tears, because I didn't want to let him go.  But now I can cry because I know He's waiting for us, but I do still miss him.  He loved all of us so much.  I still see his big hands,  I can still see his eyes, when he was looking at me.  I can see him smiling.   I can see me and Sherry hiding, waiting for him to come in from work, to scare him, every time he played along and acted scared.   Happy birthday Papa!   We all love you! 


Sunday, October 16, 2005

I love this show

Extreme Makeover: Home Edition

Saturday over at Linda's

Saturday was good,we went down by the river and had a little picnic, then went over to my cousin's girlfriend Linda's, and their neighbor Sue came over and we grilled Salmon on the grill.  It was delicious.  We had a good night.  today we went to church, and I napped most of the day.  We've got the windows open, and airing things out, it's been a beautiful weekend.   Last week our pastor preached a powerful sermon that seemed to touch us all in a big way.  He started with a headline in a local paper that said the Vatican was going to ban gay priests, even if they were celibate.  He quoted "because of their condition which suggest a serious personality disorder that detracts from their ability to serve as ministers, or to serve God these men that were called by God to serve him.  He ended up having or sharing with us a discourse with God.  It was almost in the form of a letter,or conversation.  You could tell it was from the heart.  Not only that he stood up fo me as a straight man.  He preached of a the battle of words that rages on and on.    He ended his sermon asking himself why he was preaching this sermon, he said two reasons.  First, because he thought it is vital that heterosexuals like himself who are steped in knowledge about issues of sexuality should speak up and out to the wider public.  Too many surveys and other research that is done is often attributed to gays and lesbians.  Conservatives won't accept that.  Straight people must be at the forefront.  Second, he felt the sermon was essential about God and how we discern with will of God through Jesus, who accepts everyone as they are.  Because God was in Jesus we believein the image of god in each one of us. Whether we are straight or gay, we are God's child.  He affirmed that with all his heart and soul.   It felt really good hearing his message.  I left feeling really good.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Where's my crown?

Mike is really into these battle games on the computer, like Ancient Rome, or the castle building games, kind of roleplaying games.  He loves them and can sit for hours playing them.  We also love the old history movies of ancient times.  There is one story I can't remember the name of it, but it's about a man who is determined to have the royal infant killed.  He summons someone else to do away with the baby prince.  The officer in turn has a herdsmen to take the child way up in the mountains and leave him there to die of the terrain.  The herdsman and his wife however take the child and raise him as their own, him growing up not knowing about his royal heritage, because he was pretty much a herdsman son and grew up poor.  Then he ends up on an adventure that takes him back home.  It was pretty good but this movie got me to thinking like just about everything.  We are like this, we so often do not realize our royal heritage through Christ.  I remember my mom telling me when I was little, we may be poor but we have a castle waiting for us in Heaven.  We have been given everything we need, so let's not live like the peasants in the potato sacks.  Let's live like the royals do.  Hope everyone is having a great week.   Prince Derek

Tuesday, October 11, 2005



I watched the Surface marathon tonight on Scifi, I love this show, it's kind of hokey, but the acting is really good!


  In my last entry I mentioned my fear of haunted houses.  When I was pretty little, I think like four or five, my parents went to an amusement park with me, and they wanted to go in a haunted house, at first they thought maybe I was too young because it would scare me, but my dad talked my mom into it, and off we went.  I don't remember that ride, but according to my dad it was one of the most scary haunted houses that even he had been in.  From what they told me I had a little fear of dark places and haunted houses from that day on.  As I grew older, they gradually tried to get me into one.  I do remember the "Haunted Mansion" at Disney World, the first time, when I walked through those front doors, and they closed, I went wild, and I mean wild.  They said I started clawing at the doors first then just running frantically around, like a chicken with it's head cut off.  They couldn't close the door back, but they took me through a back way to get out, while they rode the ride.  I still remember the tears walking through and some lady calming me down.  The second time I made it to the elevator but when I saw the caskets the same thing happened, I was out of there.  I think they made me ride, but I screamed the entire ride.  It was kind of embarrassing as I got older, and went to fairs or amusement parks with friends, I always would sit out the scary rides.  I couldn't even ride Snow White without freaking out.  Finally when I was about 16 I invited a girl to go to the Halloween Carnival with me.  When we got there she wanted to go in the haunted house.  My hair on my arms stood out,  would I freak out again?  I got my courage up,and told myself it wasn't real.  For the first time I enjoyed being scared.  I enjoyed holding tight to someone when someone jumped out.  I also enjoyed being in the dark.  It took sixteen years for me to cope with this fear.  This makes me think about other fears that people deal with.  My dad was a flight instructor.  I always loved to fly, but I've met so many people with a fear of flying.  The thought of being airborne fills them with anxiety.  I remember when I first strarted working with the company I'm with, we flew a lot, and there was a girl terrified of flying.  I remember coaching her and trying to help her.  I evengave her a rubberband to wear on her wrist and told her to snap it to break unpleasant thoughts.  Then I told her to put her trust in God.  Nothing I could think of that would work much better than that.  When we are afraid, it may help to breath heavy or pop rubber bands.  But trusting in God is the best way to cope with any fear.  Give me faith Lord!

Monday, October 10, 2005

Patrick's Saturday Six:Episode 78

Saturday Six    Episode 78

1. What's your favorite brand and flavor of ice cream when you go grocery shopping?  Blue Bell Rocky Road.Is there any of it in your freezer right now? Unfortunately not

2. When was the last time you ate a fresh fruit as a snack rather than something not "diet friendly?"  At lunch an apple

3. Take this quiz:  What language should you learn. Mine was French

4.  READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #72 from Cdmmw2:  If you could relive one moment of your life and watch it (like a movie) but not interfere, what would it be? Any day when I lived up in Clayton, Georgia.  A time when I had just enough me time, quiet time, just time. 
5. READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #73 from Debbie:  What was something you were afraid of as a child? Haunted Houses Did you overcome the fear? Yes I love them now,  I was 17 when I went in my first haunted house and didn't go completely mad.  There's a story behind this one I will have to write about.

6. READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #74 from Anna:   If someone were to open your refrigerator right now, what item would it embarrass you most for them to find?
Teeth whitener



The Dragonfly

Some of us worry about what may or may not lie beyond death. The word of God is clear but still we wonder. What if there is nothing? Let us not forget the natural orderliness of this world. The river becomes the ocean. The seed becomes the plant. The caterpillar becomes the butterfly. If we will but open our senses, there is an order being observed, purpose to be discovered and transformation to be experienced.

Professor, pastor and writer, Walter Dudley Cavert, expressed the idea with helpful insight.

In the bottom of an old pond lived some grubs who could not understand why none of their group came back after crawling up the stems of the lilies to the top of the water. They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb would return and tell what happened to him. Soon one of them felt the impulse to seek the surface; he rested himself on the top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation, which made him a dragonfly with beautiful wings. In vain he tried to keep his promise. Flying back and forth over the pond, he peered down on his friends below. Then he realized that even if they could see him they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number.

The fact that we cannot see our family or friends or communicate with them after the transformation, which we call death, is no proof that they cease to exist.

Ours is a creative God, the maker of heaven and earth and all that lives on it. This God who is the giver of life most assuredly has a creative destiny for us beyond death.
Sometimes when we are generous in small, barely detectable ways it can change someone else's life forever.  Margaret Cho

Sunday, October 9, 2005

I was looking at our Monday photo challenge of Critter:  I used a picture of a squirrel, Squirrels have always been one of my favorite critters for as long as I can remember.  I remember loving them as a kid.  Watching them scurry up a tree and in holes.  I know they hibernate during the winter, and when it gets warm again in the spring them come out full force, from hole to hole and tree to tree.  The flying ones were my favorite, how they would jump from tree to tree.  Laying by a log in the woods growing up I just watched everything with fascination.  I spent much time in the woods from 1st grade too 3rd grade since we lived out on my Nana's farm.  Then sometime of year around May I think, my dad would start shooting squirrel's.  I'm not sure why, I remember asking him, and I think his answer was something like there are so many of them, that they start causing damage.  Not sure if it was the crops around us or what.  But he would shoot them and I hated it.  I would get so sad when I saw him with his gun.  I wasn't the best hunting partner for him either.  If I could, I'd chase the little animals away.  I'd be loud, I'd sent Spot our birddog in the wrong direction, that dog would go anywhere I pointed.  I got a couple of good whippons on those hunting expiditions.  Makes me think about what God is too me, He breaks up our comfortable nests now and then, but behind every difficult change lies His love and eternal purpose.  So how can I fear change so still if it's coming from such a wonderful place.  Maybe with this thought change will be easier for me.  Sometimes things seem harsh or unfair, until we view another view. This was a nice weekend.  I'm tired and ready for a good night's sleep.

D.C. Bound

Carrie is moving to D.C.  and Jennifer looks pretty happy she's moving up there to D.C. where she lives.  They both are such sweet women.  Sure will miss seeing Carrie's sweet smile and that great attitude she brings to church.

Linda and Susan Wedding

Mike and I really enjoyed being part of Linda and Susan's Union.  They are two beautiful women, that have been together now 25 years, after all these years the big day finally came yesterday Oct. 8th.  I looked at the two of them and felt such love between them.  The wedding was small but quite charming, lots of emotion,  These two women have made it through much diversity.  I felt priviledged  sharing in their joy.

Thursday, October 6, 2005

Picture of Nana

Do you ever see a picture and memories start to flood back.  This is how I remember my Nana.  I posted this piccture of her in my mom's blog today, want to see what she writes when she see's it.  I stayed at my Mema's most weekend, but some weekends I would stay with my Nana.  I wish I could have known her as a man, there's so many questions I would ask her.  I love to hear stories about her.  I know she was truly happy before she died.  She had found love late in life, and married Stacey, he was a good man, and brought much joy to her life.  She was a very independent woman who could do anything that a man could do just about or better.  I miss her tonight.

Memories of Cades Cove

There's a loop road up in Cades cove in my favorite park you can bike or hike.  It's 11 miles total.  It's easy to lose track of time and get lost in the beauty of it all.  The first time I went there I did it by car, the second time by bike, and third time I hiked it.  The last time I went I visited some of the places I had remembered, revisited some of my feelings under and old tree I'd picniced under.  Putting a rock in my pocket so I could have something tangible to put with the memory.  I have this feeling in my heart that is really good when I was here.  There's a spring in my step and I pick up the pace.  By foot I see so much more than I did by car and bike.  It occurs to me that my walk through life is a lot like that walk there at Cade's Cove.  I've completed three scores and seven years how much further will this road take me.  This too puts a smile on my face.  I'm ready to take Mike up there, I know he would love it.  I'm not in a hurry to leave this life, I know our time is not in my hands.  I do feel the aches from time to time.  I can't run like I used to .  I got a little grace from Carol's journal today, she's back from vacation!  Yayy!  I was missing her and her vision she gives us.  A beautiful one at that.  She has the grace in her earthly walk.  Check out her vacation shots.  She visited Cades Cove too.  Thanks for a little bit of grace I felt today. Picture from Hometown

Wednesday, October 5, 2005



I'm going to do this and then tag more of you, so here goes:  Chris tagged me at


*I AM: looking for myself

*I WANT: to find happiness like I look for a pair of matching socks

*I HAVE: faith and hope that God is working in my life

*I WISH: I would have spent more time with my Papa.

*I HATE: fear and the devil.

*I MISS: My grandparents.

*I FEAR: heartache

*I HEAR: a yawn from Mike laying on the couch.

*I WONDER: Why life has so many lessons?

*I LOVE: therefore I am

*I ALWAYS: think way to much 

*I AM NOT:  someone who gives up.

*I AM NOT ALWAYS: right but I think I am most of the time.

*I NEED: a quiet space for myself just to be with my thoughts

*I SHOULD: go give Mike a hug and tell him I love him.

Tuesday, October 4, 2005

Tuesday thoughts

When I was in high school and college, I worked every summer as a lifeguard at a waterpark with those huge waterslides, it was called "Crystal Lake".  There was a man that worked there named George he was an older man that always seemed to be working, he was the fix it man, and always carried an oil can, fixing gates, oiling chains.  His hands always reminded me of a mechanic.  Some of the girls called him a dirty old man.  But he did make sure the rides were safe and those who rode these rides could thank him for that.

Seems every day we encounter people whose lives creak with many problems.  In these cases we have two choices, either to aggravate their problems with criticism or try to oil their lives with a good spirit.

I think about all the people I know, family and friends, and people at work.  Some carry unbearable burdens and long for the oil of a sympathetic word.   Others are defeated and feel like giving up.  Just one drop of encouragement could restore their hope.  Still others are just mean.  I'm sorry Mike if I havn't been like the tinman and keeping you oiled.  Sometimes I get so caught up in the "what if's" that I forget about the now.  I wish for you new hope.

Monday, October 3, 2005

Critter: Monday Photo shoot

Your Monday Photo Shoot: Critters!


Early fall seems like a good time to capture these guys in pictures, because they're out and about storing up for the winter:

Your Monday Photo Shoot: Catch a critter in a picture! For the purposes of this photo shoot, a "critter" is a creature that is not a pet, so no dogs or cats, but mice, squirrels, pigeons, badgers, hedgehogs, wolverines, deer, dragons, sasquatch or any other sort of ambulatory thing is acceptable (as are bugs).


I remember my mom loved putting those little fake squirrels on the trees in the back yard, this real squirrel made me think of that.  I'm a little anxious tonight.  Mike lost his job on Friday, so keep him in your prayers.  Keep me in them too.  I'm feeling like an ill ass lately.

Sunday, October 2, 2005

Saturday 6 Episode 77

Saturday Six - Episode 77 Picture from Hometown's my first time at this and I'm joinin' in.  You think I'll pass up a chance to talk about myself?  Heck no!  Remember, like the journal name, It's All About Me!  So, here I go....


1. How many AOL J-landers have you actually met in person?  Five, four I met befre we started in Jland, my family.

2. How many photos that you have taken yourself are hanging on display in your home in a size of 8x10 or larger?  (The print, not the frame!)

Sadly none, what's wrong with me. Although I do have one bigger of some of my artwork.
3. How far do you live from your job?  What is your commute time like?  Has the distance prompted you to consider alternative transportation because of gas prices?

I live 10 miles away, commute is about 15 minutes in traffic
4. Take this quiz   What decade does your personality live in?  It says I still need to grow up, imagine that.

Kris:  What is the funniest, most original Halloween costume you've ever seen?  I was a Hershey's kiss one year.  I've seen some wild ones that's for sure.  I'll have to post some one day.

6. READER'S CHOICE QUESTION #71 from Courtenay: What is your favorite paragraph in a literary work?  Have to think about this one, my mindis blank.  I've had a day.  I've thought and thought, but the only quote that comes to my mind is from "The Diary of Anne Frank"

"Upon returning to the attic where he and his family were in hiding for over two years before they were caught, Otto Frank found Anne's diary. It chronicled her own thoughts, feelings, fears, and hopes of this two year period in hiding from the Nazis. As he read the diary, Otto Frank wept as her voice seemed to come alive once again, "In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart."

This was one of the first books I read that really touched me, the first book that made me cry.  And this one sentence helped me be the person I am.


Saturday, October 1, 2005

Photo collage of Roneisha

I'm back

Got some wonderful shots.  The girl was very nice, and I think she was as nervous as I was.  Well actually the nervousness disappeared when I got there. I was happy with it, I think she will like the as well. 


Ready for another photoshoot

I'm up and rareing to go! Hope this goes well.  This is so new to me it's exciting like the first time I kissed in a way, nervous too.  It's all good.  We're going to see  the new Jodi Foster movie later on today,  I think  it should be pretty good.  I'll be back.