tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52078006996014676652024-03-13T17:01:33.989-05:00 Confessions of a Cluttered MindAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-86733201438519482342016-08-21T09:06:00.000-05:002016-08-21T09:12:31.280-05:00Grappling<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">It is fair to say I have zero friends. There is not one person who checks in on me on a daily basis to see how I am doing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Part of that is my fault I am sure. It isn't because I'm not a friendly person, but I've grown so isolated over the last several years that I doubt I could cultivate a meaningful friendship if I tried. I could have done so with the ladies at church, but I always felt that I didn't fit in because I wasn't there all the time and hadn't been part of the "gang". </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Even with social media, I had hoped connecting with family on Facebook would lead to more interaction with them. I do not live near any family members. I'm not part of their daily lives so no one cares to check up on me. It is up to me to check up on them....ALL of them...ALL of the time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sadly, I've grown quite resentful and I don't know how to handle it. It is heartbreaking that no one cares enough to check on us. My husband, when he is working, is gone for weeks at a time. My boys, though practically grown up, have never known the closeness of family or what that means.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Some days it feels like if the four of us disappeared, no one would even notice.</span><br />
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I was re-reading a couple of MUCH older posts, which wasn't difficult considering the number of times I have actually utilized this space over the years.<br />
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I came upon THAT Christmas.<br />
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The horrific one in 2007 where in a moment's rage, many things were destroyed, but nothing so much as the ripped fabric of our family. Oh, we are still together, but it seems we are always on an unending, high-alert, eggshell-walking journey that just goes from one blow up to the next. It always explodes from one and the collateral damage is left on the rest of us. As a result, one son is chronically depressed and suffers from bipolar disorder. The other son, much like myself, keeps everything locked inside and tries to manage "life". We can't enjoy things like normal families do. Everything is paid at such an emotional high price that some days I wonder why we have to keep going through this. <br />
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I know the LORD has His reasons.<br />
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I trust Him to help us through it.<br />
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But, today....I feel like the faded flower in my photo. Once, I was vibrant and shining in the son. Today, I am ready to fade away in the rain.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-14865865052508807382016-08-18T07:46:00.000-05:002016-08-18T07:46:53.783-05:00From Bitter Nothings to God's Something<h4 style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There are days when the enemy wants to whisper bitter nothings in our ear and make us focus on things that do not matter. This is particularly evident when it concerns others in our lives and how ongoing manipulation and strife SHOULD affect us. Sometimes those bitter nothings leave us feeling excluded, alone, ignored, unloved, unfulfilled, retaliatory, or worse: we just start comparing.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I loved this article because it shows just 25 ways of WHO God says we are. I may print t<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">hem out and post them somewhere because it helps to have Him cheering for us - He will NEVER LEAVE OR FORSAKE US. And that is extremely comforting to me.</span></span></span></h4>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>1. I am a child of God. John 1:12</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>2. I am a friend with God. John 15:15</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>3. I am justified and redeemed by Jesus Christ. Romans 3:24</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>4. I am not condemned by God. Romans 8:1</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>5. I have been set free from the law of sin and death. Romans 8: 2</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>6. I am an heir with Christ. Romans 8:17</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>7. I have been accepted by Christ. Romans 15:7</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>8. I have wisdom, righteousness, sanctification and redemption, in Christ Jesus. 1 Corinthians 1:30</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>9. I am a new creation. 2 Corinthians 5:17</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>10. I am the righteousness of God. 2 Corinthians 5:21</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>11. I am no longer a slave but an heir with Christ. Galatians 4:7</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>12. I have been set free. Galatians 5:1</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>13. I have been blessed with every spiritual blessing. Ephesians 1:3</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>14. I am chosen, holy, and blameless before God. Ephesians 1:4</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>15. I am redeemed and forgiven by the grace of God. Ephesians 1:7</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>16. I am seated in the heavenly places with Christ. Ephesians 2:10</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>17. I have been brought near to God by the blood of Christ. Ephesians 2:13</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>18. I am a member of Christ's body and a partaker of His promise. Ephesians 3:6, 5:30</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>19. I have boldness and confident access to God through faith in Christ. Ephesians 3:12</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>20. My new self is righteous and holy. Ephesians 4:24</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>21. The peace of God guards my heart and mind. Philippians 4:7</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>22. God supplies all my needs. Philippians 4:19</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>23. I have been made complete in Christ. Colossians 2:10</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>24. I am an overcomer in Christ Jesus. 1 John 5:4.</b></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.32px;"><b>25. God loves me and has chosen me. 1 Thessalonians 1:14.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Over the years, I have rather enjoyed being an amateur photographer. Since the digital age of cameras, it has been so easy to practice, fail, practice again. One day, maybe I can earn a little money at it. For now, I will enjoy the images I am fortunate and blessed to see each day; many from my own yard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Take, for instance, the above image. I shot it using my Iphone 6. I also have a Canon T5 has my main camera, but have used a Nikon Coolpix as well as a Vivitar digital.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As time goes on, I hope to share some more shots here. They are ALL my own and I own them.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-3105522884047766202016-08-13T08:16:00.003-05:002016-08-13T08:16:58.710-05:00Test Post<div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If we are a faithfully, fully repentant disciple of Christ then we fully transform as a person in HIS SPIRIT and HIS TRUTH. This cannot be helped because it is our desire to live FOR HIM and NOT FOR OURSELVES.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our old worldly self dies and a new being emerges. When we are PLAYING at our salvation, we try and fool the WORLD around us that we are changing, but this false transformation does not fool God. We put on airs, we act one way in front of some people, another in front of others....but it is all for nothing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is nothing scarier than a Christian who is playing at being the thing he or she purports to be. And, at the end of days, the LORD is going to spit our lukewarm butts out first.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-75297569158361155942014-07-19T08:15:00.002-05:002014-07-19T08:15:36.580-05:00A New Day....This week, I have been trying very hard to shake myself out of depression doldrums and get on with creativity or productivity...or SOMETHING. It has been difficult for sure.<br />
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With God's help, I am slowly winning this battle. I know He has a plan for the struggles of late. I know it is meant for my good, whatever the result. I just have to trust Him; He has not ever failed me--unlike most humans I know.<br />
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So, I'll hang on another day, trying to do better than the last, and pray that the LORD will see I am trying.<br />
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Without that Hope, what else is left?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-9754694582844672202014-07-16T16:57:00.000-05:002014-07-16T16:57:30.188-05:00Because I Can, That's Why....<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I don't know, I guess I've felt it coming on for awhile...oh...you know, that NEED to leave Facebook for calmer climes. Don't get me wrong, I really enjoy FB for the most part, but the part I don't enjoy is when you have to deal with the people you know in real life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I try to maintain a positive spin on my page; as a disciple of Christ, I SHOULD do that. It is difficult when day-after-day, I see the same complaints from the same people I've known for decades -- It gets old.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Oh sure, I know I could just NOT look...or better yet....delete them? Block them? You don't know these people. To "dis" them on a Social Network is equal to taking their last pack of cigarettes, their last nerve pill, or last can of soda. It's just not done. Because of this, I am dusting off this old Blogger account. It was the only place where I was not followed by the "minions".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Another reason is that I am going through a down season so I need to express myself without feeling I'm creating "drama". I don't want sympathy, real or fake. We are facing foreclosure ....again....I'm weary, and the thought of going out into the job market after being absent for nearly two decades scares me to death. I have some physical issues, so that is going to hurt me...but God has a plan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I don't know what it is, and He's always on time, but for me, it feels like time is nearly up.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-1131384398551451402008-10-23T10:23:00.002-05:002008-10-23T10:25:32.022-05:00The Great Race-2008: The Land of Candy and Sunshine by John P. Stevenson<span style="font-size:180%;">The Great Race—2008</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">The Spectacle of the Modern American Election Campaign<br />The Land of Candy & Sunshine</span><br /></span><br />As you no doubt have been hearing from the unceasing stream of Barack Obama’s campaign commercials played in a continual rotation on TV screens nationwide, all of our worries will soon be over. Yes, Barry’s preparing for his official anointing as the Chosen One, when the clouds of despair will lift, birds will sing, the lion will lay down with the lamb, the rivers will flow root beer, and all will be right with the world.<br /><br />It seems that Obama has an answer for everything, and those answers all sound amazingly similar: Let the Government take care of it. Can’t afford Health Insurance? No problem… Let Uncle Sugar pick up that bill. Your antiquated, out-moded, over-priced Union job disappearing? Don’t worry, we’ll make those evil Auto corporations keep operating in the 1950’s, paying twenty-five bucks an hour for an unskilled laborer to screw Widget A to Framazam B. Are you stressed about what the rest of the world thinks about us? They’ll soon love us, when our shipment of French-made Surrender flags arrives in late January. (Soon to be appearing on a battlefield near you. What’s that you say, there are no battlefields near you? Just wait…) Oh yes, all will be sweetness and light under an Obama administration—does anyone know the lyrics to Tommy James and the Shondells’ Crystal Blue Persuasion?? Perhaps we should have a new National Anthem.<br /><br />Contrary to what so many now believe, Government is not meant to be the solution to all life’s problems. In fact, there are very few problems Government can, or should, solve. The founders envisioned government (note the small ‘g’…) as a necessary evil; something that had to be, but also something to be feared, and kept under a tight leash. They had just fought a long, costly war to rid themselves of a tyrannical monarchy, which regarded the people as mere subjects of the Crown; the last thing they wished for was a government that had the power to intrude into every facet of American life. They saw government as having a sharply defined, and greatly limited, scope of influence… The conduct of Foreign Policy and keeping us safe from our enemies being chief among them. Things that modern Americans take for granted… smoking bans in public places, regulating trans-fats, income tax, abortion on demand… would have provoked open warfare in the early days of our independence. <br /><br />The strongest party for the first decade of American politics, the Federalist Party, was a strong advocate of bigger, more powerful, more centralized National Government… not unlike today’s Democratic Party. And the first true test of the Federalist’s policies came in the early 1790’s when, at the urging of Treasury Secretary Alexander Hamilton, Congress levied a tax on each gallon of whiskey produced. Since many western farmers depended upon distillation to refine their excess grain into this more easily transported, and therefore more profitable, form, this directly penalized those small farmers.<br /><br />In 2008, there would be protests, of course. Letters would be written to Congressmen and Senators, even the President. There would be pundits on every news net arguing both for and against the tax, and the blogosphere would be up in arms. Figuratively speaking, of course.<br />That was not the case in 1794, however. Oh, letters were written and protests were raised, to be sure. But the farmers who felt themselves threatened by what they perceived as an abusive over-reaching of power on the part of Congress and President Washington did what they had done nearly twenty years before—picked up musket, ball, and powder and said “NO!”<br />In response, President Washington called out the militias of Pennsylvania and Virginia to put down the insurrection. Assembling an army of nearly 13,000 men, roughly equal to the entire Continental Army of the late war, Washington marched them into the Monongahela Valley of Western Pennsylvania, one of only two times that an American army took to the field with a sitting President at it’s head.<br /><br />The Whiskey Rebellion, as it came to be known, accomplished very little, ending with a mewling whimper rather than a bang. Twenty rebels were rounded up; only two actually were jailed. Two were sentenced to death, but were pardoned by Washington. Most were simply fined and released. Within a decade, the tax was repealed, ending the first effort by the US Government to increase the powers allotted it by the Constitution. It was, of course, not to be the last.<br />Perhaps the most important consequence of the short-lived rebellion was that it led to the demise of the Federalist Party, and the rise of the Democratic-Republican Party, which, like the Anti-Federalists ten years before, argued for smaller, less powerful government.<br /><br />But that was 214 years ago. Now, politicians routinely buy our votes with our own money, promising they’ll deliver this program or that entitlement to cure whatever ails us… all of course bought with our own tax dollars. Yet there are millions who, like the children of Hamlen town, line up obediently behind the pied piper, eager to dance to his tune no matter where it may lead. To many, there is no problem that can’t be solved by growing Government just a little larger. Can’t handle your unruly child? Just let the Government step in and take over for you. Can’t make your business succeed? Why bother… the Government’ll bail you out. Just can’t deal with life in general? Ok, just trust Uncle… he’s got it all planned out for you. Obama’s got it all worked out.<br /><br />And for us proud descendents of the Anti-Federalists, the ones who prefer to parent our own children, thank you, or take the credit for our success or the responsibility for our failure, or deal with life according to our own plans, not Obama’s?<br /><br />Who do you think gets to pay for the candy and sunshine?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-45882260018871671822008-09-23T10:51:00.003-05:002008-09-23T11:00:23.695-05:00That Time of Year Again...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/SNkQlPG_6yI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BalXXo1oqfU/s1600-h/Halloween+TreeR.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249245072574114594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/SNkQlPG_6yI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BalXXo1oqfU/s320/Halloween+TreeR.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">This is normally a giddy time of year for me. I should be deep in the throngs of my fall and Halloween decorating. This year, it seems that The Ghost of Christmas Past is still haunting me, and I cannot get "through" things quickly enough. Perhaps part of it is that I am just burnt out of decorating for now. Perhaps it is that menopausal "THING" rearing its ugly head. Perhaps the "non-accidental" destruction of more than just the decorations in our home last December, has scarred me more deeply than I care to admit. Whatever the case, I need to.....and MUST get over this FUNK. So, I am determined to do that. Somehow. I don't know HOW....but somehow.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-1129657761053600782008-09-08T14:30:00.001-05:002008-09-08T14:30:00.313-05:00Dear Mr. Obama<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/TG4fe9GlWS8' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/TG4fe9GlWS8'/></object></p><p>This says it better than I could...</p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-26702216915964648282008-07-26T07:41:00.000-05:002008-07-26T07:43:03.130-05:00Why We Fight by John P. StevensonWhy We Fight by John P. Stevenson <br />Why We Fight…<br /><br />The Reasons and Motivations of the War for Civilization<br /><br /><br />A Choice between Here and There<br /><br /><br />You hear it everywhere… “What are we doing in Iraq?” “Why are we fighting?” “When will the War end?” These are valid questions, questions that deserve straight, honest answers. And it’s not factual to say that the Bush administration hasn’t provided those answers; they have. It’s just that some people haven’t liked the answers they got.<br /><br />.<br /><br />If you find yourself wondering why we’re engaged in conflict, think back to a bright Tuesday in September nearly seven years ago. Do you remember where you were? What you were doing? Do you remember what went through your mind when the second plane hit the second tower, live on nationwide TV, and the realization dawned that what had been a horrible accident had become an act of war?<br /><br />.<br /><br />I do. Vividly. I can recall the shock as I watched the flashing silver shape cut across the screen from left to right, banking sharply just before impact, flames and glass and debris blowing out the other side of the building as though it were blood and tissue from an exit wound. The shock lasted perhaps ten seconds, then I turned to a friend standing next to me and said, “Someone just declared war on us.” In my mind, the transition from peace to war took just that long, just that 10-second gap between seeing, and knowing. For some, especially the heroes who would be the first to fall in this war, it would be much quicker; for many, that transition has never been made.<br /><br />.<br /><br />Our President, the man charged with the responsibility of keeping us safe from foreign aggression, the man who is the ultimate commander of the armed might of the United States, resolved that this would not happen again on his watch. He vowed, before Congress, before the Nation, before the World, and before God that we would go anywhere, pay any price, endure any hardship, to bring justice to those who brought terror to us. He made it clear that there would be nowhere to hide, no sanctuary from our wrath. The doctrine was simple and direct… there were only two sides in this War: Stand with us, on the side of civilization, or cast your lot with those who sought the end of civilization. He stated plainly that this would not be a war like any other. Many things would be done in the darkness, concealed from all save those who would feel the effects of our anger. Many things would be done for the world to see, and to learn from. And it would not be a war that would end with the liberation of one country, the death of one man, or the capture of an enemy capital. It would be a generational conflict, and we who began the struggle would not likely live to see its end.<br /><br />.<br /><br />And thus far, he has been a man of his word. We followed Al-Qaeda to Afghanistan, where they were sheltered and supported by the brutal theocracy of the Taliban. Warlords who came to power following the collapse of the government, they returned the country to medieval times, banning all modern conveniences, forbidding the education of females, and instituting the death penalty for even the most minor infractions of shari’a law, the same laws that saw Saudi police force dozens of young girls back into their burning schoolhouse because, in their haste to escape the flames, they had not properly covered themselves. Carried out in front of large crowds at outdoor stadiums, even children could find themselves convicted of some offense and facing public execution.<br /><br />.<br /><br />Into this maelstrom of hate, the President sent our combat forces, into a land that had not been conquered since the time of Alexander the Great. The British found defeat there in the 1880’s, as did the Soviets one hundred years later. Analysts boldly predicted massive casualties for the Americans, and Russian experts, wounds still raw and exposed from the Soviet Union’s disastrous Afghan war, proclaimed certain defeat for US forces.<br /><br />.<br /><br />But we were not defeated, and though brave men and women died, our casualties were comparatively light. By the first spring after the towers fell, Afghanistan was secured, the Taliban had been routed from power, thousands of terrorists were dead or captured, and Al-Qaeda had lost it’s most important sanctuary.<br /><br />.<br /><br />Though the fighting in Afghanistan would, and does, continue, soon a new threat would emerge; or rather, an old one would reemerge. Saddam Hussein, a despot so barbaric that he had used chemical weapons on his own people, once again moved to the forefront of international threats. After repeated attempts to use the UN to cajole him into compliance with the terms of the 1991 cease-fire, the decision was made. Given the new calculus that governed in the wake of 9-11, no longer could we be content to merely watch and wait for the inevitable. We had to act pre-emptively, alone if necessary, before madmen with weapons far more dangerous than machine guns and high explosives could once more strike our homeland. Saddam fit every definition of evil, and his hatred of the west in general, and the US in particular, meant that his time had come.<br /><br />.<br /><br />On the evening of March 19th, 2003, our President announced the beginning of the end for Saddam’s regime. As our troops began the campaign to liberate Iraq, he said these words in an address to the nation:<br /><br />.<br /><br />“Our nation enters this conflict reluctantly -- yet, our purpose is sure. The people of the United States and our friends and allies will not live at the mercy of an outlaw regime that threatens the peace with weapons of mass murder. We will meet that threat now, with our Army, Air Force, Navy, Coast Guard and Marines, so that we do not have to meet it later with armies of fire fighters and police and doctors on the streets of our cities. <br /><br />“Now that conflict has come, the only way to limit its duration is to apply decisive force. And I assure you, this will not be a campaign of half measures, and we will accept no outcome but victory.”<br /><br />.<br /><br />Though his words were clear and measured, still there were those who failed to grasp their true import. Among these were the liberals who denounced the war at every turn, eager to pounce on each death, setback, and error as though war could be a perfected endeavor, and anything less would be justification for opposing it. Some of the loudest of these critics were the very ones who voted to authorize the invasion of Iraq to begin with, the 100 or so Democrats in Congress who voted “Yes” on the resolution. Some familiar names top that list, notables of the Democratic party such as Hillary Clinton, John Edwards, and John Kerry.<br /><br />.<br /><br />So now the war is in, not it’s fifth year since the invasion of Iraq, nor even it’s soon-to-be seventh since that bright September morning etched in our memories. This war didn’t begin when the twin towers fell, or when Flight 93 plunged into a meadow in Pennsylvania. It had been a long-running conflict when a small boat exploded against the hull of the USS Cole, and when terrorists brought down two American embassies in Africa. It was an old struggle when Iranian militants took 52 Americans hostage in our embassy, and when savages shattered the peace of an Olympic village in Munich.<br /><br />.<br /><br />In truth, this conflict has always been with us, for it is the fundamental struggle between civilization and barbarism. Since ancient man took the first tentative steps to reach out and peacefully coexist with his neighbor, thereby improving their common lot, there have been those who seek to tear apart the fragile bonds of civilization. And make no mistake… they will succeed if given the chance. As a quote often attributed to the Irish philosopher Edmund Burke reads, “All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.” That’s as true now as it was in Burke’s day, and we have all too many otherwise good people advocating the doing of nothing.<br /><br />.<br /><br />We currently have two men vieing for the job of Commander-in-Chief of this nation at war. Though I have doubt and misgivings about John McCain’s political stances, I have no doubt that he will do something when it comes to this war in which we find ourselves called for service. He’s a man who’s experienced the triumph of evil precisely because people did nothing to oppose it. Some even campaigned actively for it’s success. The likliehood that he would sit still, waiting for terror to once more visit our shores, is virtually nil. Despite Barack Obama’s high-sounding calls for inspiring hope and change, neither is the responsibility of the President. Keeping us safe is.<br /><br />.<br /><br />Whether or not liberals wish to admit it, we are in the midst of a World War. How can a man who can’t even rule out sitting down with our enemies be expected to lead us in that conflict? How can a man who will hold a campaign rally in a foreign capital, yet refuse to visit a nearby hospital full of our wounded soldiers because it would be “inappropriate,” seriously consider himself ready to be Commander-in-Chief of those soldiers?<br /><br />.<br /><br />And, more importantly, how can we consider possibly casting a vote for such a man?<br /><br />.<br /><br /><em>John "The Unimonster" Stevenson is a friend of mine who is sans full computer access at this time. Until he can post regularly on his own blogs (links will be posted later), I will give him full access to mine. If anyone knows someone who could use a good writer for a paper, magazine, ezine (that PAYS), I can put you in touch with John.<br /><br />.<br /><br />He deserves a shot.</em>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-53148870700024185782008-07-15T08:11:00.001-05:002008-07-15T08:11:38.959-05:00Indescribable, by Chris Tomlin<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/qF9aY49oQTs' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/qF9aY49oQTs'/></object></p><p>I heard this song on Sunday and CANNOT get it out of my head. </p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-44366676073850337672008-07-08T14:25:00.001-05:002008-07-08T14:25:33.084-05:00Fugitive Alien Medley<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/yCn050eaW9U' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yCn050eaW9U'/></object></p><p>Since I haven't posted anything in awhile, I thought I would send up this little gem from my little puppet show from cowtown. Sandy Frank movies provided MUCH of the early cheese for Mystery Science Theater, yet somehow Mr. Frank was not amused and will not release these movies for consumption by fans....Since then, ALL MSTies have been telling Sandy Frank..."if you don't like it, then come kill us with a forklift!"<br /><br />Does it make sense? Of course not! Neither does Mr. Frank's actions and neither does this silly medley!! :-D</p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-26814738774309364382008-04-10T10:57:00.001-05:002008-04-10T10:57:47.593-05:00Logan, the Sky Angel Cowboy<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/zCdZwitrNoY' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/zCdZwitrNoY'/></object></p><p>Had to share this. It is incredible.</p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-30575431796970074402008-04-06T19:49:00.001-05:002008-04-06T19:56:36.348-05:00Let the Worshppers Arise!<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5G48mlWUbeM&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5G48mlWUbeM&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Father I see that you are drawing a line in the sand <br />And I want to be standing on your side, holding your hand <br />So let your kingdom come, let it live in me <br />This is my prayer, this is my plea <br /><br />Father I see that you are drawing a line in the sand <br />And I want to be standing on your side, holding your hand <br />So let your kingdom come, let it live in me <br />This is my prayer, this is my plea <br /><br />[Chorus:] <br />Let the worshippers arise <br />Let the sons and the daughters sing <br />I surrender in my all <br />I surrender to the King <br /><br />Let the worshippers arise <br />Let the sons and the daughters sing <br />I surrender in my all <br />I surrender to the King <br /><br />Father I hear it growing louder <br />The song of your redeemed <br />As the saints of every nation <br />Are awakening to sing <br />From our hearts there comes an anthem <br />Oh, hear the heavens ring <br />This is our song, a song to our King! <br /><br />[Chorus:] [3x] <br />Let the worshippers arise <br />Let the sons and the daughters sing <br />I surrender in my all <br />I surrender to the KingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-32161429666638439122008-04-03T11:03:00.001-05:002008-04-03T11:03:31.147-05:001974 Xenia Tornado Reprise Radio Bulletins<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/qKgqJFHu5L8' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/qKgqJFHu5L8'/></object></p><p>This is a very WELL done video of the tornado that hit Xenia, OH on April 3, 1974. The Superoutbreak of April 3-4, 1974 is considered by many to be the most infamous weather event in U.S. history. Just listening to the AM radio broadcast sent shivers up my spine.</p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-9389116542872254812008-02-21T17:43:00.005-06:002008-02-21T18:35:45.679-06:00Saying So Long To The Man-Fish...Good-Bye Ben Chapman<a href="http://www.3dimages.co.uk/gallery/d/714-2/Creature+exBLagoon.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.3dimages.co.uk/gallery/d/714-2/Creature+exBLagoon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0656980/"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lucas</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">: There are many strange legends in the Amazon. Even I, Lucas, have heard the legend of a man-fish.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I make no secret of the fact that my favorite movies coming out of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hollyweird</span> are those primarily made BEFORE 1960. SURE, there have been many, many great blockbusters and fine movie franchises since then, but for me, I am happiest watching a set of WELL-WORN Bette Davis dramas from ANY studio she chose to be associated with than ANY of today's perceived "drama queens". No one holds a candle to the soap, the style, the substance....or THE STORY. By contrast, as much as I love watching Bette Davis, Leslie Howard, Olivia <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">de</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Havilland</span>, Joan Crawford, and many others from Hollywood's Golden Era, I AM EQUALLY at home with the pickings of familiar faces from my horror movie stable. I love mystery, horror, and suspense....and for me, the A and B-Movie of this genre and it's brother, The Sci-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Fi</span> Category, has kept me enthralled for decades. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">With the advent of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">internet</span>, this love of monster movies has also made me some very dear friends as well. We gather together in our groups from one coast of this country to the other and points beyond, encompassing nations around the world, and we all have a common interest: We LOVE THESE MOVIES.....These characters....These stories have touched us. Within these characters, we see a little bit of ourselves. We've been that misunderstood monster at one point (OR MORE) in our lives. We feel compassion for the monster and identify with him as much as our own reflection in the mirror.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">As such, these characters (and the actors who play them) become "ONE OF US" (to steal a line from the movie, <em>Freaks) </em>and when one passes on, we are sad. Today is one such day.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Ben Chapman who played the land Creature in <em>The Creature From The Black Lagoon</em> passed away today. I never had the pleasure of meeting Mr Chapman, but from what I have heard from the people who did and the people who knew him well, this was a man who enjoyed his iconic place in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Monsterdom</span> and had an appreciation for his fans. Up until very recently, he was still active in Fan Shows. He attended them, signed autographs and talked to those who still appreciated the "Creature" he helped bring to life over 50 years before.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I can tell you I saw this movie, for the first time, OVER 35 years ago. I thought <em>The Creature From The Black Lagoon</em> was one of the most frightening movies I had ever seen (heck, I was barely 12 years old)...And the image of The Creature swimming after Julie Adams, or lumbering and gasping for breath (which had to be played by two different people)...well, those are memories that stay with you for a lifetime.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Fast forwarding to the present, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">TCFTBL</span> seems tame....In fact, there is a remake in the offing that is suppose to come out this year. I'm sure it will be chock full of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">CGI</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">EFX</span>...and sadly, a lame story line.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">But I'll be waiting for a dedication. I'll be waiting to see "Dedicated to the Memory of Ben Chapman, The Land Gill-Man".</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Rest in Peace, Ben Chapman. Aloha......</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-21784562216837763502008-02-15T10:27:00.004-06:002008-02-15T12:32:05.056-06:00So it's been awhile...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R7Xamky0czI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TLoAT02cbSQ/s1600-h/focus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167276503724225330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R7Xamky0czI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TLoAT02cbSQ/s320/focus.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R7XaBUy0cyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PSMZhHrKQKc/s1600-h/focus.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Always lots going on...so I haven't had time to keep the dust off here. In fact, it's starting to look like my house.,...hmmmmmm.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I hope to get better focused. I'm having a hard time doing that just now. I think it is because I tend to take on HUGE projects and when I get interrupted, I get off track.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Such is the life of a genius.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">*insert laugh track here*</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">ahem...yep....</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Be back soon....I hope.</span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-1875818083059623722007-12-28T08:59:00.000-06:002007-12-28T09:26:52.557-06:00Aftermath...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R3UVlX71iHI/AAAAAAAAADo/cZmGiuAVwW4/s1600-h/waitingformiracle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149045480792361074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R3UVlX71iHI/AAAAAAAAADo/cZmGiuAVwW4/s400/waitingformiracle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div></div><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Basically, this is how this holiday season has left me ( setting Jesus' birthday and all that means aside for the moment). From the draining family ordeal that began just after Halloween right up until now...I am just a skeleton of my former self.</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">I sit in front of a computer, hoping to spill out something worthwhile to write and the words do not pounce forth. Sometimes I burst out crying...and sometimes I beat back the tears in angry defiance.</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">As all things, "this too shall pass", I have been dealt a good deal of "things" on a personal level over the last few months and it is getting harder and harder for me to get over them (though I know I must) and harder still, to see the proverbial "light" at the end of the tunnel. But I shall and I will...</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">It will take <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">perseverance</span>. It will take prayer. It will take forgiveness. It will take all those things and much more that I cannot grasp JUST yet, but I will.</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">I will.</span></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-56709507063179290652007-12-18T12:18:00.000-06:002007-12-18T12:30:20.952-06:00When Life Hands You Lemons....<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R2gPmH71iEI/AAAAAAAAADM/HptIRLWRM44/s1600-h/sectree.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145379721910257730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R2gPmH71iEI/AAAAAAAAADM/HptIRLWRM44/s400/sectree.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R2gPOn71iDI/AAAAAAAAADE/me8YK7zw4vI/s1600-h/secondtree.jpg"></a>In total height, it is probably about 7 1/2'... more than likely taller to the very tip. A real Frasier Fir that I bought at our local grocery store. It is VERY SIMPLY decorated with white lights...red and silver glass balls. VERY small green, blue, and red glass balls...and red berry sprays throughout.</div><div> </div><div>So...we did not go through Christmas without a tree gracing our living room.</div><div> </div><div>But from this Christmas and many Christmases to come, the tree that DOES enter our primary living space will no longer be the same as it once was.</div><div> </div><div>That will be entered into the ledger book into the Ghosts of Christmas past....not to be seen again....until its necessary time..</div><div> </div><div>For now, this tree, and 11 months of thinking about what the other options will be...will have to suffice.<br /><br /></div><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-6531901554795275492007-12-13T10:48:00.000-06:002007-12-13T11:36:19.293-06:00It's A Wonderful Life - Middle School Play<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw_aDXyahXojniEem28MA1ZpgsUuL58i_eKGwglaN0nOM01appTWW9a0tHPxTBegLrEOVOZBiUflk5gkkXQ1Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>This is a compilation of pictures from the play my oldest was in. You will see a picture of my youngest taken by the stage as well.</p><p> </p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-85247926555029714022007-12-10T13:52:00.000-06:002007-12-10T13:57:13.191-06:00A Picture Speaks a Thousand Words<div> Before and After shots....guess which is which...Last post for awhile..Thanks for stopping by.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R12Zxr8vPQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zp6TtT5vRzo/s1600-h/PICT2097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142435428417092866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R12Zxr8vPQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zp6TtT5vRzo/s320/PICT2097.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R12Zp78vPPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EsfpYW7q0Ng/s1600-h/PICT2083.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142435295273106674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R12Zp78vPPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EsfpYW7q0Ng/s320/PICT2083.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-7985957519070072662007-12-03T08:35:00.001-06:002007-12-03T08:35:08.882-06:00A Christmas Carol--1951<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/yBTHUo4G-3o' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yBTHUo4G-3o'/></object></p><p>This is my favorite scene from my favorite version of this Dickens story. Alistair Sim was amazing in his conversion from "covetous old sinner" to the man who "knew how to keep Christmas well". This scene makes me cry EVERY time I watch it.</p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-51383477110035906932007-11-29T08:48:00.000-06:002007-11-29T09:04:00.990-06:00That Light from the Southern Sky, Part 3<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R07RpN7x0FI/AAAAAAAAACo/ERdB1-dTT5c/s1600-h/PICT2059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138274730921545810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R07RpN7x0FI/AAAAAAAAACo/ERdB1-dTT5c/s320/PICT2059.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;">So....this is LAYER 3...Can you IMAGINE the tree <em><strong>IS NOT DONE YET????????</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;">I still have to find the star....I still have to fill the Shadow Boxes...AND...the bottom of the tree STILL has to have a village...and a couple of other surprises..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;">God help me...</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207800699601467665.post-70448961033630189622007-11-26T10:21:00.000-06:002007-11-29T09:02:01.128-06:00That Light in the Southern Sky, Part 2<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R0ry8d7x0EI/AAAAAAAAACg/WNwIx2vkXVI/s1600-h/PICT2057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137185445610901570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tluoEWj-esM/R0ry8d7x0EI/AAAAAAAAACg/WNwIx2vkXVI/s320/PICT2057.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"><strong>Believe it or not, this is LAYER 2 of my tree!!....Oh, I know..YOU might say, "It looks done", YOU say, "It looks fine", YOU SAY, "Wow, YOU ARE ONE CRAZY WOMAN!"</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"><strong>Well, that may be true.</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"><strong>But I have much work to do and I'm so very behind schedule, so I must get OFF my BEHIND and get to work...kiss kiss.</strong></span></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080161979296521842noreply@blogger.com3