Sunday, June 6, 2010
Poppies...to make you Sleeeeeep 245/365
Remember the part in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy and her friends can see the Emerald City past a meadow and the Wicked Witch of the West puts a spell on the flowers saying "Poppies, to make you sleep"? I used to say that to my kids every year when the poppies bloomed on the farm. Sis, this is for you.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to take pictures of yourself with bright orange flowers with bees on them?
Saturday, June 5, 2010
My First Official OMG I Spaced my Blog OUT! 244/365
ETA: probably a good thing I missed it. Check this out...
Friday, June 4, 2010
What's the first thing that pops into your mind when you think of your father?
You really wouldn't want to know :(
Thursday, June 3, 2010
A Different Kind of Freedom 243/365
Today's writing prompt from NaBloPoMo is "Define Freedom". Hmmmm rather than a definition I'll just talk about it OK?
Although I'm glad live in the good ol USA, the land of the free, that's not the freedom that means the most to me.
I cherish the freedom from false religious doctrines and superstitions that a study of the Bible has given me. I used to be afraid of hellfire, death, ghosts and so on. Now I know the true condition of the dead as brought out at Ecclesiastes Chapter 9:5-10
5 For the living are conscious that they will die; but as for the dead, they are conscious of nothing at all, neither do they anymore have wages, because the remembrance of them has been forgotten. 6 Also, their love and their hate and their jealousy have already perished, and they have no portion anymore to time indefinite in anything that has to be done under the sun.
7 Go, eat your food with rejoicing and drink your wine with a good heart, because already the [true] God has found pleasure in your works. 8 On every occasion let your garments prove to be white, and let oil not be lacking upon your head. 9 See life with the wife whom you love all the days of your vain life that He has given you under the sun, all the days of your vanity, for that is your portion in life and in your hard work with which you are working hard under the sun. 10 All that your hand finds to do, do with your very power, for there is no work nor devising nor knowledge nor wisdom in She′ol,(The grave) the place to which you are going.
When I was young I didn't feel good enough to go to heaven (more on that subject another time) but I didn't feel bad enough to deserve eternal torment in a fiery hell
Imagine my relief when I read this...
Is eternal torment of the wicked compatible with God’s personality?
Jer. 7:31: “They [apostate Judeans] have built the high places of Topheth, which is in the valley of the son of Hinnom, in order to burn their sons and their daughters in the fire, a thing that I had not commanded and that had not come up into my heart.” (If it never came into God’s heart, surely he does not have and use such a thing on a larger scale.)
Illustration: What would you think of a parent who held his child’s hand over a fire to punish the child for wrongdoing? “God is love.” (1 John 4:8) Would he do what no right-minded human parent would do? Certainly not!
This is my freedom. You'll not take it away, ever.
Although I'm glad live in the good ol USA, the land of the free, that's not the freedom that means the most to me.
I cherish the freedom from false religious doctrines and superstitions that a study of the Bible has given me. I used to be afraid of hellfire, death, ghosts and so on. Now I know the true condition of the dead as brought out at Ecclesiastes Chapter 9:5-10
5 For the living are conscious that they will die; but as for the dead, they are conscious of nothing at all, neither do they anymore have wages, because the remembrance of them has been forgotten. 6 Also, their love and their hate and their jealousy have already perished, and they have no portion anymore to time indefinite in anything that has to be done under the sun.
7 Go, eat your food with rejoicing and drink your wine with a good heart, because already the [true] God has found pleasure in your works. 8 On every occasion let your garments prove to be white, and let oil not be lacking upon your head. 9 See life with the wife whom you love all the days of your vain life that He has given you under the sun, all the days of your vanity, for that is your portion in life and in your hard work with which you are working hard under the sun. 10 All that your hand finds to do, do with your very power, for there is no work nor devising nor knowledge nor wisdom in She′ol,(The grave) the place to which you are going.
When I was young I didn't feel good enough to go to heaven (more on that subject another time) but I didn't feel bad enough to deserve eternal torment in a fiery hell
Imagine my relief when I read this...
Is eternal torment of the wicked compatible with God’s personality?
Jer. 7:31: “They [apostate Judeans] have built the high places of Topheth, which is in the valley of the son of Hinnom, in order to burn their sons and their daughters in the fire, a thing that I had not commanded and that had not come up into my heart.” (If it never came into God’s heart, surely he does not have and use such a thing on a larger scale.)
Illustration: What would you think of a parent who held his child’s hand over a fire to punish the child for wrongdoing? “God is love.” (1 John 4:8) Would he do what no right-minded human parent would do? Certainly not!
This is my freedom. You'll not take it away, ever.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 242/365
I'm following the writing prompts on NaBloPoMo over there----------------->
Today they are asking my favorite poem. It was a toss up between Poe's The Raven and Samuel Taylor Coleridge 's The Rime of The Ancient Mariner. I guess I have to go with the albatross this time.
I always remember this part:
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
I first read this poem in high school. Here's me and part of my class at our reunion this past summer
Today they are asking my favorite poem. It was a toss up between Poe's The Raven and Samuel Taylor Coleridge 's The Rime of The Ancient Mariner. I guess I have to go with the albatross this time.
I always remember this part:
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
I first read this poem in high school. Here's me and part of my class at our reunion this past summer
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
When I was Young 241/365
I wanted to be a cowgirl, maybe an Indian. My mom and dad watched Rawhide, Wagon Train, Gunsmoke, High Chaparral, Wild Wild West, Daniel Boone on TV. They took me to see The Cowboys, Cheyenne Autumn, A Man Called Horse, True Grit, The Alamo and many other movies both at a drive in and at regular theaters. I guess that helped my obsession with the West get a grip in my soul. Still love it. Have you seen my house LOL!
Territory Days helps feed my need.
They have real dancing Native Americans and pretend dress up cowboys.
Here's me and John Wayne, The Duke, my mom's hero....
Territory Days helps feed my need.
They have real dancing Native Americans and pretend dress up cowboys.
Here's me and John Wayne, The Duke, my mom's hero....
Monday, May 31, 2010
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Saturday, May 29, 2010
Cari Dell my Guitar Heroine 238/365
We went to Territory Days. I was a little disappointed at the fact the Civil War people weren't there nor was Brule but my guitar heroine, Cari Dell, was rockin! I got to talk to her and she gave me a promo pic with her phone number on it. I can get electric guitar lessons from her someday hopefully.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Capturing the Skull Quilt (not as easy as you'd think) 237/365
I had a comment on my blog yesterday about the CQ on my banner up there ^. I thought I'd show it in this post so I tried to get some pictures. hahahahaah! Fail Fail...give up and ask Jack to take it!
I used to have kits for this but they are all gone.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Glorious Guess 236/365
That's her name, Glorious Guess. That's what I want to call myself after Faith Nation. (This picture was taken with the craptastic OLD camera bleh!)
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
235/365 Kryptonite cover by a FEMALE (formerly BY A GIRL)
My Kryptonite video broke 43,000 hits. They either love it or hate it. "Bad publicity is better than no publicity" some guy said that once and I think I agree hahahaha
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Pot o' Plants 234/365
This is the planter I liberated from the abandoned house that burnt last year. It's slowly disintegrating but it should last another year or two.
Monday, May 24, 2010
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Saturday, May 22, 2010
Blue Glass for My Baby 231/365
Hit Mindy's yard sale today and bought this blue vase for Jack from her mom. Could be worse, he could collect oil cans like the guy in American Pickers.
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