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Well it seems, according to one anonymous person, that I have not enough "interesting" posts to keep even my small few followers entertained and that I need to update more often. If you want a mish-mash, I'll give it to you every once in a while.
Remembered something funny after looking through my old diary: Somebody had died in our blood family and members of our church "family" had sent us a bunch of food, including a plastic tub of chili. Mom told me to get it on the phone, so I raced downstairs into our basement to fetch it. Because I had done it a thousand times before, I raced up our wooden stairs 3 steps at a time; I lost my balance, fell and slid backwards down the steps, squashing the chili tub open all over the dirty steps AND me in the process. I lay there laughing for a good five minutes. Proceeded to scoop up the chili on the top of the pile that wasn't contaminated, put it back in the tub and tried to clean myself up before my family came home. Mom sort of thought it was funny, except for the food we lost. I, on the other hand, think of dirty wooden steps every time I see chili now.
When I was 14 or so I took a lengthy poetry class in our homeschool Co-op that would meet every Friday, and thoroughly enjoyed it. Here is one of my favorite ones I wrote using Personification:
The Old Tv
She was born in 1950,
She was nifty.
Her mom was Mrs. Sylvania,
And her dad was Mr. RCA.
She cried for Elvis,
Laughed with Bill Cosby.
But her eyesight failed,
Her voice became hoarse.
Finally an old wire snapped,
Then all life aws lost.
Now she rests in her grave,
Under mountains of filthy junk,
In the corner of Dave's Junkyard
What is that outfit this girl is wearing? Yes, I know I'm strange, but I love Civil War reenacting. There is something about putting on clothing you would have worn in 1850's-1860's....you transform from a girl to lady, boy to a gentleman, no matter your age. You talk, walk, speak, interact, dress and do everything different. At a Civil War reenactment there is nothing like hearing a cannon firing, the smell of gunpowder, seeing elegant ladies being escorted by gentlemen, cooking over an open fire, and teaching the general public about life during that time. Not to mention all the men, regardless of rank or age or social standing, look very handsome in their attire and the ladies so very put-together in their confined, braided hair, tiny waists, and full skirts with petticoats peeking out from underneath as they glide across the ground.
Ask a lady what she wears underneath her dress on her legs and you will be treated to a shocked look of horror & amazement that you would dare mention her "undergarments," or her "limbs." Say that Gone with the Wind is an accurate portrayal of southern life and how they dressed? The fashion show will show you up. If you happen to say that the War Between the States was started because of slavery, there will be a flock of history nerds disguised as soldiers & washerwomen proving you otherwise with their vast amount of knowledge. Lazy & faint Southern women? How about hard-working, productive farm women who cooked, cleaned, hand-sewed the family's clothing, had to grow all food or go without, and worked from sunup to sundown right alongside their husbands while still looking like a lady. Oh that's right, they were boring, no-fun no-nonsense people. Wrong-o. Attend a ball or dance and you will get a sufficient lively work-out while trying to "catch" the eyes of a prospective mate. It's also a good time. I'll stop ranting about how much I enjoy this hobby...try it yourself the right way and you'll fall in love with the easy-going atmosphere like I did & the people who attend it.
November 21, 2010. The handiwork of our Creator God. He is Awesome!
Have a great Thanksgiving everyone...don't gain too many extra pieces of lard around your gut by being extra grateful for your delicious food this year.
"And he fell to the ground. Then he heard a voice saying to him, Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting Me? And Saul said, Who are You, Lord? And He said, I am Jesus, Whom you are persecuting. It is dangerous and it will turn out badly for you to keep kicking against the goad [to offer vain and perilous resistance]. Trembling and astonished he asked, Lord, what do You desire me to do? The Lord said to him, But arise and go into the city, and you will be told what you must do."- Acts 9:4-6