Dog tired ...

I have heard that expression throughout my life (live in rural SC), but until tonight I did not know what it meant. I know now. I am to tired to dig, sniff, or lick! I am "dog tired"! What was I thinking, or not thinking ... college, NaBloPoMo for two blogs! Mercy me! I am "dog tired"... and there are 22 more days! Thanks for sticking with me. The weekend is in sight and I hope to get some much needed rest ... and inspiration! So until tomorrow, keep smiling! :)

Is the writer's strike affecting you?

There certainly has been some rustling on the Internet! All the blog writer's are talking about it and speculating on how long it will last. The news media is bringing it to the forefront of their broadcasts. But is it really affecting YOU? My opinion is NO. The choices available on most televisions is ummmm ... astronomical ... some have 500 plus channels! The inconvenience will be missing new, current shows of your favorite selections. You know, the ones you will not miss each week, no matter what is going on. TIVO. How did we live without it? A wonderful toy for TV addicts. Yes, I said, "ADDICTS." We are addicted to sitting and watching life through the little or BIG box. This bothers me. I hope it bothers you. We spend to much time watching TV. We need to look for something to ease us away from this activity. I think (again, my opinion) this writer's strike might be a blessing in disguise and it might give us the opportunity to find other things to do. We could read. We could talk to one another. We could visit our neighbor. We could learn something new. We could find a hobby. The list goes on and on, so many possibilities. Let's all use this time to try something different. I hope the writer's strike will be short and that it will end with every one's needs met.

ME!

This is me! This is meeeeeee! We just have to be silly sometime! Come swing with ME everyday, OK?

Good Morning!

For each of you on this glorious Sunday morning. You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to the game you want to see or meal you want to eat, when suddenly a sound unlike any you have ever heard fills the air. The sound is high above you. A trumpet? A choir? A choir of trumpets? You do not know, but you want to know. Therefore, you pull over, get out of your car, and look up. As you do, you see you are not the only curious one. The roadside has become a parking lot. Car doors are open, and people are staring at the sky. Shoppers are racing out of the grocery store. The Little League baseball game across the street has come to a halt. Players and parents are searching the clouds. Moreover, what they see, and what you see, has never before been seen. As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of the atmosphere part. A brilliant light spills onto the earth. There are no shadows. None. From every hue ever seen and a million more never seen. Riding on the flow is an endless fleet of angels. They pass through the curtains one myriad at a time, until they occupy every square inch of the sky. North. South. East. West. Thousands of silvery wings rise and fall in unison, and over the sound of the trumpets, you can hear the cherubim and seraphim chanting, Holy, holy, holy. Twenty-four silver-bearded elders and a multitude of souls who join the angels in worship follow the final flank of angels. Presently the movement stops and the trumpets are silent, leaving only the triumphant triplet: Holy --Holy -- Holy. Between each word is a pause. With each word, a profound reverence. You hear your voice join in the chorus. You do not know why you say the words, but you know you must. Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet. The angel’s turn, you turn, the entire world turns and there He is. Jesus. Through waves of light, you see the silhouetted figure of Christ the King. He is atop a great stallion, and the stallion is atop a billowing cloud. He opens his mouth, and you are surrounded by his declaration: "I am the Alpha and the Omega." The angels bow their heads. The elders remove their crowns. And before you, is a Figure so consuming that you know, instantly you know: Nothing else matters. Forget stock markets and school reports. Sales meetings and football games. Nothing is newsworthy. All that mattered matters no more ... for Christ has come. Please let me know the exact time you read this. It is mystical--honest. This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, he saw me, and he asked: My child, what is your greatest wish for today? I responded: "Lord please; take care of the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much." The love of God is like the ocean; you can see its beginnings but not its end. Anonymous from the Web

Algebra ... is it NECCESSARY?

Those of you that read here regularly know that I am back in college at AIUonline. I love everything about being back in school ... except, Algebra! My professor is the best - a wonderful teacher - patient, will give as many examples as we need to understand the equation we are solving. I do understand ... as long as I am in the online classroom with the board in front of me and his voice explaining every step, as he writes the work on the board. When class ends, the screen goes gray and so does my brain ... at least the section responsible for understanding algebra! It is "down to the wire" as they say, all of our assignments are due on Saturday at 11:59:59 PM CT ... guess what, I am a little behind, only 6! So think of me as you enjoy the glorious fall weather we are finally having, as I sit here (inside) typing away while listening to the archived chats. I have faith that I can do this, but pray for me anyway, OK? Another day in my Life after SAHM ...

What is it with HUNTING?

The hunting season started in September, I think. If you asked my hubby, he could tell you to the second of the day it opened. It is the absolute love of his life! Am I jealous? I was. I now realize it is his form of seeking a space to relax, renew, and connect. I am not jealous. How could I be ... look at the photograph; There is no competition; There is peace, tranquility in that photograph. So, will someone explain to me how anyone can actually take the life of such wonderful specimens of nature? I find the relaxation of being in the outdoors and watching these animals to be completely true; however, I still struggle with the next step of watching and waiting for "the KILL". Our freezer is full. We have given meat away. We have taken the deer to others to have it processed for their freezers. Killing for food no longer applies. Has it now become for the JOY of the KILL? This bothers me. Does it bother you? Or are you able to justify the "sport"? Let me know what you think. I find it is pulling me in two different directions at the present time. Help me to figure out ... What is it with HUNTING?

NOVEMBER 1, 2007

Today is the DAY! NaBloPoMo ... National Blog Post Month begins. For those of us participating, this means a commitment to post every day during the month of November. I will be posting here (my personal blog) and here, My 451 PRESS blog. Am I ambitious or what? I heard that ... I am not crazy, yet! Since I wrote, Hubby turned sixty-one (61) and I will be there sooner than I would like to admit! He is happily hunting. He can not seem to get enough of it. It must be a man-thing. He wants to share with me all the wonderful things he sees, hears, hits, misses, tracks, smells ... I try to pay attention. It is hard ... it is all Greek to me! Sitting in a tree, holding a rifle, not moving, listening, watching, being bitten by bugs ... it does not sound like fun to me! My goal is to pay attention more and to be interested in something that means so much to him. This month will be the month I form this new habit, loving the hunter and the hunt! We live in an ideal area for the sport - South, farm, wooded land and lots of tender loving care of "food plots", etc. by "my Man". I will keep you posted on how I do, OK? The sun is up. I have been up all night. Another habit I seem to be acquiring. I have always been an insomniac, but the 'all-nighters' were few. And then I decided to return to college. Yikes, no one told me it would be so hard to do after a forty(40) year absence. Hehehe, every one told me it would be! I have always been a little headstrong. It is hard, time consuming, fun, and the best thing I have done for me in a long time. I love every minute! Yes, I know, I am fifty-seven, and what will I do with a degree? Probably, WORK! We, baby boomers, are living longer and need the knowledge to compete in the job market since we may have to work until seventy or longer. I will be prepared now for whatever my future may hold. That feels good just saying it. Be happy for me and remind me of this post when I complain.