Monday, October 26, 2009

Are we there yet?

What is it these days with the propoganda all over TV? I can barely watch anything anymore without homosexuality being thrown in my face. It seems like I get into a show and then they introduce a lesbian couple.
But I just realized that it isn't any different than any other sexual immorality to God.
This must be what our parents felt like as television was taken over with "free love."
We have been so inundated with sexual images that we aren't shocked anymore. At this rate, my kids will be as used to seeing homosexuality as I am used to seeing every other kind of immorality.
Time to chuck the TV, move to the mountains, and start the llama herd.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009


Let me just brag for a minute on my darling daughter, will you?
She's not a great test taker.
There have been many pre-test meltdowns in our classroom.
Today was not any different.
But she wants something from me, so she stifled it, for once.
And she scored a 99%!!!

Now I will brag on myself momentarily.
Caleb's grandmother signed him up in the Lego Brickmaster Club early this year.
He watches the mailbox like a hawk, because he gets packages every other month.
He hasn't received one in quite some time.
I emailed them yesterday to ask what was up, and this morning they apologized, fixed his messed up membership, shipped the mailings he has missed, and extended his membership for
Five extra mailings!!! (That's ten extra months!!)


Friday, October 16, 2009

Friday, October 9, 2009


Where can you go to eyeball an emu?

Where can you gaze at a zebra?

Where can you speak to a spider monkey?

Where can you observe an ostrich?

Where can you consort with a camel?

Where can you gratify a giraffe's appetite?

Where can you wander with wildebeests?

Where can you be dazzled by deer?

Where can you look at a llama?

Why, Tennessee Safari Park, of course!


Monday, October 5, 2009

You may call me Nancy Drew

Kroger or Wal-Mart?
I couldn't decide which one to visit for a little alone time after a particularly grumpy day. I approached the stop sign where I needed to decide to turn or go straight, depending upon the destination. I crept up slowly behind the trailer-pulling pick up truck already sitting at the intersection.
"What is that odd shape on the trailer?" I wondered.
That's when I recognized it. It was a piece of playground equipment like some I had seen before. There was another large piece in the back of the truck, as well as two volley ball net poles on the trailer.
"What if that isn't just like the school's waiting-to-be-installed playground equipment."
"What if it IS the school's waiting-to-be-installed playground equipment."
The truck turned the direction toward Wal-Mart, so my dilemma was solved. I needed to know if my spidey sense was correct. I kept behind the truck until it came to a traffic light in town, prepared to snap a photo with my handy-dandy camera phone, when I saw it clearly by the glow of a street light. In bold black letters on the belly of the moulded plastic hippo was the name of the school. My suspicions were confirmed.
"Why is playground equipment being moved at 8:00 at night?"
So I called hubby and had him notify the police.
But somehow, giving them the make, model and tag number of the truck didn't seem like enough. I decided to follow the truck to see where it went.
So I did.
But when it turned down a dark, one-way country lane with nowhere to turn around, I decided my adventure was over. I went back into town to report the wherabouts of the truck to the police.
I hope I have helped the school in a possible recovery of their equipment. I hope that I didn't misinterpret what I saw. I hope no one comes to snuff out the witness.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Great Scott!

The hot tub has pooped out on us for the time being. Seems that you actually have to take care of these things once in a while. Okay, so it's the pump motor, and I can't really do anything to it, so upkeep on it isn't my spiritual gift. I just have to make sure the water's not nasty, and it's warm when it's needed.
Thankfully, I have a pretty handy hubby, and he took it apart to see what was up. Apparently there's a part in it that fires up like the starter on a florescent light bulb that makes the light turn on. It's called the capacitor.


Our flux capacitor is fried.

I don't think a giant bolt of lightning would be a great idea to power up the hot tub.

Do you?


Thursday, October 1, 2009

Autumn breeze

Oh, the sounds of living in the woods! It has been so beautiful this week that I have left the windows open, morning and night. I LOVE living in the forest! The birds, the trees, the crickets, the frogs, the barking neighbor's dogs..... Okay, so not-so-much loving the barking dogs.
I found some gorgeous mums at the local nursery to plant in the concrete planters that I was given. I don't have a green thumb AT ALL, but you just can't go wrong on a good mum. I think I'm gonna go get a couple more today and plant them in the brick pillars out front.
The smell of burning leaves wafts through the house occasionally. Fresh, clean air is filling every corner, and the coolness has me wearing fuzzy slippers again.
Oh, fall! Beautiful autumn that changes leaves from monochromatic to an artist's palette! Only God could have created such a wonderful season!