Answers to Cowboy

CowboyRobert ask me those three questions, since I got him in his journal.  Here they are.

1. When and how did you learn, please don't let me be the one to tell you, that a certain Jolly Elf (wears red, rides in a sleigh, eight tiny reindeer, north pole, chimney, scarfs up cookies, drops off presents, HO HO HO, and all that stuff) wasn't exactly Real? (for pity sake please don't read this to any children) funny you would ask this one, I was much older than most, I quesioned it in my head young, but thought that if I ever said I didn't believe that I wouldn't get anything for Christmas, when I was about in the 7th grade my mom finally said Derek you know there really isn't a .....  I was like does this mean I don't get any christmas presents, and she said you will still get Christmas presents, so I told her I knew. 

2. Do you believe in Destiny?  to a certain degree I believe in destiny, I also believe we still have choices in many matters, but some things I do believe are destiny.  That's a hard one, in some ways we create our own destiny.  I'll have to think about this one more so I'll answer the sub question.

3. Do you have a recurring dream?  I did have a recurring dream of a staircase, I'm climbing a winding staircase.  Nothing really happens I'm just climbing it.

Finally you may substitute the following question for any prior question if you wish.
alt. ? Do you know that the word Existence is misspelled? Sorry, but I had to ask.

I'm not really that picky.
Robert

 

The substitute question, because I think I've only had a few people comment on that one, yes I mispelled is on purpose.  It was a play on words. 

Labor Day Weekend

It's Sunday night and I'm thinking wow, I don't have to go to work tomorrow, I'm so happy about that.  Last night we went to a Labor Day party over at Mike's, we all had a really good time, although my Mike did have to leave early to pick up our friend Turk from the ER.  I had fun, but it was kind of diffrent after Mike left, I still had fun, just felt strange not having him by my side.  My friend Scott came down from Atlanta and it was really good to see him, I never really feel like we get to talk like we used to, but it was still wonderful seeing him.  He looks the best I've ever seen him.  Was nice being with friends.  Turk is doing better and Mike picked him up from the ER, he spent some time helping him today, and I went over there for a while.  Now it's evening, and I feel rested, I've slept a lot this weekend.  I'm hoping for a restful tomorrow as well.

Voices

I couldn't remember if I had shared this or not, but a couple of Sunday mornings ago at church, our little church was singing a song.  We don't have a huge congregation, but I feel we radiate joy when we sing.  Pastor Linda spoke from the bible and her life enthusistically.  After the sermon we sang another song, not from the hymnal but one that Pastor Linda had brought, I'd never heard this song before, but it really touched me.  I started singing, and the voices I heard were so beautiful, the words coming from my own mouth were as well.  I felt like I was in the company of heaven for at least two whole verses, then that little doubt entered my mind and I thought, I know I don't sound this good, so the last verse sounded good but I couldn't hear the angels I was hearing before.  I say angels only because it sounded so angelic for me, I was moved to tears.  So I felt we were really worshipping His glorious name in that song, but I only got to hear what we sounded like to Him for the first two verses,the last verse I only heard what we sounded like to me, which was still pretty good, but didn't compare to what I was hearing.  God forgive me for doubting, I don't think I knew I was in such good company at the time.  I think when we came to Christ in faith, we also joined an invisible host of companions.   Angels so to speak.  Yes I believe in Angels.  I always have.  I think I've always had special angels watching over me, one of my favorites was the story my mom used to tell me when I was little, that everyone has a guardian angel that watches over them.  When I was younger I used to talk to it,  I only say it, because I didn't think of it as male or female.  Just this beautiful light.   These are my childhood thoughts.  I havn't talked to that guardian angel in a long time, but I know it is stil watching out for me.  Bless me a lot today!  Bless all of you out there reading a lot as well.

Jounal Jar #1

I've decided to play along the Jounal Jar thing that I saw Tilly doing over at http://journals.aol.co.uk/tillysweetchops/Adventuresofadesperatelyfathouse/

she looks so beautiful with that pink rose.

http://journals.aol.com/promiseluv372/TheJournalJar/

JOURNAL JAR - QUESTION #1

 

Describe your first job. What did it pay? What were your duties? What was your Boss like?

 

My first job getting paid was the summer of 1976, one of the last years my dad helped farm.  My job picking tomatoes.  Yes it was a hard job, but my cousin J and I had decided to do it, actually my father decided it for me.  We carried bags and gently placed the hard green tomatoes in the bags, as they got full we placed them in wood crates.  I really don't remember how much the pay was but I do know it was by the pounds of tomatoes you picked. On each box you would put your name, and at the end of the day they would weigh you boxes, and pay you according.  I think I made the lowest wage, but then again I was probably the youngest person out there.  But that money was a surprise that summer, it was the first time I got paid for working, except for my 1.00 every time I mowed the grass.  My boss was my Papa and my dad.  Papa was a good boss.  Maybe because he loved me so.  My dad was a grumpy boss, I remember once he was bent over and my cousin J threw as hard as he could a tomatoe and it hit him right in the ass.  He got so mad and turned aroundand slung one and instead of hitting him, it hit me right across the face, leaving me in tears running to Mema's house, that day at lunch my dad got a good thrashing from Mema from the mouth.  For some reason that made me feel good, although some off the things coming out of Mema's mouth weren't so pretty.  They were words I would get a spanking for if I said them.   Actually later I was glad I got hit by the tomatoe, because Mema babied me the whole rest of the day and I got to stay in the cool airconditioned house.  This story brings back many memories.  Like of the farmer's market.  I'll have to make a note to write more on that later.

Early morning thoughts

My cousin Harolene made a promise to God and to herself, that each morning she would get up at 4:30 and write to God.  She's quite the writer and she's just recently been writing on a website of her brother's who gone to Russia to witness, and now is in Gulfport searching for souls to bring to the cross.   Our hearts go out to all the pain and suffering and loss that has gone on it the last week.  Seems like in great disasters like this we come to appreciate what we have.  I hope that all these people going through such horrible times can stay strong and keep faith.  There's mighty strenth in our inner being through his spirit.  If there is one thing that I hide from more than anything it is my weaknesses.   I detest it so much I invent ways to cover them.   "Your strenth is made perfect in weakness."   Maybe in some way this is when we are strongest, when we are weak.  So yes I'm proud to be a strong weak person!  :)

Forming a More Perfect Union

Someone emailed me did I have any pictures of me and my first love, or pictures from some of the plays I was in.  Unfortunately this is the only picture left.  I once had a albumn full of pictures, but some years ago, someone broke in my house and stole of all things my picture albumn, which I couldn't figure out, it had my whole portofolio of all the plays I was in, I've thought about getting some when I go back home in the archives at my old college.  This is no picture or tintype, lol, it's me and Allain, my coming out story in the only play he actually acted in with me.  I talked him into it, and helped him learn all his lines, he was so nervous, but then again so was I.  This was no easy play either, it was a historical play about the forming of the Constiitution.  I played Abraham Baldwin, that's me on the left, and Allain on the right.  I look so young.  That was no wig either, I had let my hair grow, back when it would actually grow. It was one of the hardest plays I ever acted in.  I did enjoy the costumes though.  He hasn't changed much.

 

Boiled Peanuts

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My mom's entry last night was just beautiful to me, just picturing her as a little girl selling boiled peanuts.  I remember peanuts myself, but nothing like my mom, she was a much harder worker than I was, but I remember those endless rows of peanuts and picking weeds from each row.  I even remember planting, and plowing, and all the stuff that you do to make peanuts.   I remember my dad not being able to keep going if he saw a boiled peanuts stand on  the side of the road when we took a trip.  He had to stop, no way around it.  I'm still not crazy about boiled peanuts.  I like them almost anyway but boiled.