Saturday, December 27, 2008

Sunday Scribblings #143 - I Believe....


I believe in...
the glory of sunrise
the miracle of birth
the opportunities of each new day.

I believe in...
the importance of faith
the strength of hope
the power of love.

I believe in...
the joy of laughter
the value of smiles
the delight of friendship.

I believe in...
the existence of God
the presence of angels
the beauty of sunset.

I believe in...
the peacefuleness of night
the anticipation of dawn
the celebration of life.


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Friday, December 26, 2008

True Colours Thursday--Green!

Better late than never.........





The above pictures came from a forest green sweater I wore today. My daughter let me use her new tripod to get these shots. Thanks, Sunshine!

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Saturday, December 20, 2008

Sunday Scribblings #142 -- Late!

Late is a child of our ancestor Time,
A threat that will always loom;
Covering my dimensional existence,
It imprisons me in a time cocoon.

Could I but penetrate those supple walls
How far my soul could soar
Free from earthly time constraints
To be late no more!

Ah, but enough of this ethereal musing
On these thoughts that are confusing.
I must stop, I’ve got to go…..
I’m late for work again—oh no!

"It gets late early out there." ~ Yogi Berra


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Thursday, December 18, 2008

True Colours Thursday--Red!

I really enjoy True Colours Thursday and decided to play along this week.


This is a picture of a gourd Santa which was painted by my mother-in-law.

As this meme's creator, Blue, is sick this week, True Colours Thursday is temporarily being hosted by BJ. Get well soon, Blue!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Sunday Scribblings #141: I Knew Instantly...

My daughter and I independently recounted this incident. My version is below. For her version, click here

I was excited! Christmas was just a week away and, though an adult in years, I was still a child at heart. Today was the annual “treat Sunday “at church. As my daughter and I left the building, we received a small paper bag containing various treats—usually candy, popcorn and an orange.

As we rounded the downtown square, I turned to my daughter and asked, “What’s in your treat bag?”

She opened the bag and found it contained the usual assortment of goodies. She picked out one of the candies and sighed, “Oh, it’s a Farley candy.”

Farley candy reminded me of Chuck & Betty Farley, a couple we had "met" on a previous trip to South Dakota. But, that is another story. Anyway, for some reason I have always had an affinity for spoonerisms. In my strongest, most ho! ho! ho! liday voice I shouted “Well, F…k Charley!”

I knew instantly that I should have silently rehearsed that spoonerism before blurting it out. Time stood still as many thoughts raced through my mind.

Oh, my gosh! Did I really say that? Here I am only two minutes away from church and I’m already shouting the “F” word to my 12-year old daughter. I must be a really unfit mother. And poor baby Jesus…what will He think? I didn’t mean to be irreverent. I really didn’t mean to say that.

As I sat frozen at the steering wheel wondering how to explain my outburst, both of us were struck with the humor of the situation. Simultaneously we burst into uncontrollable laughter. These were no giddy giggles, these were gargantuan guffaws that gave you a bellyache and made you cry so hard you couldn’t see. We carried on like this the remaining 10 miles home, hoping we wouldn’t meet a cop. He would surely accuse me of sipping too much eggnog.

Well, they say all’s well that ends well. And things did turn out just fine. My daughter was apparently unaffected by that unexpected encounter with the “F” word, I know Jesus understood and forgave my foolishness and I learned to quit using those spoonerisms.

Crappy Histmas to all!

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