Wednesday, September 26, 2007


The winds blow chilly and cold, trees shift against an azure blue sky, rubbing their bare branches together like so many chilled fingers. Grass is turning brown and the smell of smoke is in the air, fall has come and with it Football Season. This cries the death knell for quite conversation on the ride home Sunday afternoon. Now the war woops of sports announcers fills our van with an ever heightening cacophony of noise. Dad and Sterling listen with rapt attention as the plays are called and occasionally snorting in derision, making cryptic comments to each other as well as to themselves. As a very tense moment arrives (perhaps the ball is going to be "punted" whatever that means) they shush the car at large. Even if there is no one talking first Dad then Sterling leaning in towards the speakers and shush emphatically. The game bursts upon our ears and sounds something like this.

"This is Bart Frowler and Randy Michacker for Sports Talk Radio, looking at a game between the Texas Rednecks and Greenbacks of Florida during a commercial brake. Well Randy this has been a hard faught tiff between the two teams, but it seems that the Rednecks have it in the bag".
"Why yes Bart they have taken stern hold on the field and haven't given up. They are playing on their own turf and after 50 years of loosing to the Rednecks, this time will be different. And having the ball in the last minutes of the game will almost assure the outcome. Well lets get back to the game".
"Randy the Rednecks are going to play the ball nice and easy only a few second remaining on the clock so no big deal. They appear to keeping it in play as long as possible killing time. But what's this? ahha the Greenbacks attempt a blitz aaaannndd it fails! Roopy Nailhoffer the Quarterback for the Rednecks manages to snap the ball out in time. Tank McAllen the runningback has got it, he is running....the 50 yard line....40...20...10 annndd....he TRIPPED!! Fumble! Fumble!!!! Mallawishas Toopoo picked it up and is running it back at the 20 yard line...30....50.....60....80...90...100 SCORE! The Greenbacks have won again!!! The crowd is going nuts the entire Redneck team is on the ground crying and pounding their fists. That's the game, there are still 10 seconds on the clock but that's the game."

"In other Football news, the Denver Mules were massacred on the field by the Kanses City Peasants 135 to 5. Dirk Slaughterhouse of the Oakland Beggers was red flagged for trying to chew off an opponents ear. Apparently it slipped his mind that the ear was under a helmet. The Philidalphia Buzzards played the Detroit Kittens, a rather wild game hardly anyone scoring, several Bombs thrown as well as two Hail Mary's, the Kittens beat the Buzzards 10 to 7."

This is what we get to look forward to in the next months, not to mention the conversations at breakfast, lunch and dinner about football, the muttering about football, the blogging about football, football forums and arguments about football. As well as them both crouching over the computer hitting the refresh button over and over again watching the scores pop up.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Here am I

This picture was taken in Georgia by a friend of mine. I'm on seven sets of scaffolding and she is on eight. Spooky.

Monday, September 10, 2007

1 Peter 3:8-12

Finally, all of you, live in harmony with one another; be sympathetic, love as brother, be compassionate and humble. Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult, but with blessing, because to this you were called so that you may inherit a blessing. For,

"Whoever would love life and see good days
must keep his tongue from evil
and his lips from decitful speech,
He must turn from evil and do good;
he must seek peace and pursue it.
For the eyes of the Lord are on the
and his ears are attentive to their
but the face of the Lord is against
those who do evil."

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Getting What She Wanted

.....Everyone was staring solemnly at the Tree when Aslan suddenly swung round his head (scatering golden gleams of light from his mane as he did so) and fixed his large eyes on the children. "What is it, children?" he said, for he caught them in the very act of whispering and nudging one another.
"Oh Aslan, sir," said Digory, turning red, "I forgot to tell you. The Witch has already eaten one of those apples, one of the same kind that Tree grew from."
He hadn't really said all he was thinking, but Polly at once said it for him. (Digory was always much more afraid than she of looking a fool.)
"So we thought, Aslan," she said, "that there must be some mistake, and she can't really mind the small of those apples."
"Why do you think that Daughter of Eve?" asked the Lion.
"Well, she ate one."
"Child, he replied, "that is why all the rest are now a horror to her. That is what happens to those who pluck and eat fruits at the wrong time and in the wrong way. The fruit is good, but they loathe it ever after."
"Oh I see," said Polly. "And I suppose because she took it in the wrong way it won't work with her, I mean it won't make her always young and all that?"
"Alas," said Aslan, shaking his head, "It will. Things always work accoring to their nature. She has won her heart's desire; she has unwearying strength and endless days like a goddess. But length of days with an evil heart is only length of misery and already she begins to know it. All get what they want: they do not always like it."