Wednesday, March 26, 2008
"So put your hand in the hand of mine, and we'll spread this love like dandelions." Toby Mac
Yesterday I spent some time on one of our message boards and participated in a discussion about love relationships. It was quite disturbing to read what some had to say about what had happened to them over the years, how they'd been bitterly disappointed, had loved and lost. To those who dared to post they were happy, the response was basically, "Yeah, maybe you're happy now, but just you wait..." Apparently it's naive and unrealistic to hope that our love is real, that it will last, that committment is meaningful...
Frankly, it shook me up to see what was said there, and I'm not really eager to go back and pay the board a visit, or at least a very long one. Sure, this morning I nabbed a good recipe that was shared by one of the posters, but I didn't venture much further down the page. I don't want to read about the dissolution of someone's marriage that's happening right now. I don't want to delve much into the sordid details and carry the sadness, then thoughtlessly let it spill onto the man I happen to love with my whole being.....because that's what happened last night. I tend to share my thoughts and ask what he thinks about it all, and before I knew it, I'd burdened him with my "lack of happy." That wasn't good.
So, this morning my hope is restored.
I've put my hand in his, and we're going to make like dandelions...
at 1:16 PM
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
"Our little rosebud."
That's what they said about you on that March day, more than a half-century ago, the day you were born and died. Soon after, you were laid to rest on a hill by the sea. Those who loved you walked away from that little grave and kept you tucked away in their hearts. Now they, too, have gone on to what comes after this. I hope you're all together again, having a happy reunion. I'm all for reunions...
Happy Birthday, Briita.
at 8:19 PM
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
This story was sent to me in an e-mail, sharing it here. Told by a gent named Crayt.
"This may be a first...
A couple from Montana were out riding on the range, he with his rifle and she (fortunately) with her camera. Their dogs always followed them, but on this occasion a mountain lion decided that he wanted to stalk the dogs (you'll see the dogs in the background watching). Very, very bad decision.
The hunter got off the mule with his rifle and decided to shoot in the air to scare away the lion, but before he could get off a shot the lion charged in and decided he wanted a piece of those dogs. With that, the mule took off and decided HE wanted a piece of that lion. That's when all hell broke loose for the lion.
As the lion approached the dogs, the mule snatched him up by the tail and started whirling him around, banging its head on the ground on every pass. Then he dropped it, stomped on it and held it to the ground by the throat. The mule then got down on his knees and bit the thing all over a couple of dozen times to make sure it was dead, then whipped it into the air again, walked back over to the couple (that were stunned in silence), and stood there ready to continue his ride as if nothing had just happened.
Fortunately, even though the hunter didn't get off a shot, his wife got off these four pictures. Crayt "
Sharing the first of the images
at 2:12 PM