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My friend and work colleague often sends me interesting rants and screeds about silliness at work.  Today she sent me some ‘Thriller’ lyrics she modified.  This was my response:

All this pours
Out of your brain
As though trapped
For icy ages
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
To become
Poetry in my inbox.
You scare me.

 Then I promised I would post it on my blog.  Threatened, more like.

The superpowers of the weedworld, Dandelions are difficult to kill. Their roots go deep and, like ticks, you must get the whole thing if you hope to kill it.

Well, yesterday I was planting some late spring/summer bulbs with a bulb planter when inspiration hit me. This thing digs down 3 plus inches, it fits around the roots and digs out the dirt around the root, giving me the chance to get the whole dang thing. Huzzah! I dug out about 15 of them yesterday, root and all.

Now I’ve got another 300,000,000 to go…..at least I have a battleplan

(the weapon*)

*muuaaahhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!

In the process of moving from JournalSpace to WordPress I’m losing my old comments. That’s sad, but I can’t recreate them. Blogger allows WordPress to import everything over including comments. So, if you’ve commented on something and the comment seems to be missing, it is, but it lives on over on JournalSpace.

Paradoxuganda is my new favorite blog.  A married pair of doctors who also happen to be missionaries.  Or the other way around.

I first discovered them earlier this week when doing a search on Ebola, my favorite virus.  (Don’t ask, I’ll tell you later.)  Their blog came up on the search for a post a couple of years ago on “Ebola Heroes”, men and women who cared for Ebola patients at great risk to their own lives.  I couldn’t stop reading.

Their stories are compelling, their witness lovely to see, their blog and accompanying pictures, wonderful.  I hope you visit them.

Sooo, New Blog Again. This hosting service seems to be better, with more helps.

My old blog: http://vivianlouise.journalspace.com/

I’ve imported my old blog from Blogger, I’ll pull over all the Journal Spacey stuff and then I’ll be done.

For today.

Read the whole thing here. Mr. Chetwynd, allow me to salute you. That was a masterpiece of forgiveness and a clear teaching of the foundations of civility and civilization. Seriously. Thank you. Your letter reminds me very much of a hero of mine, Corrie Ten Boom.

Corrie lost nearly all her family in Ravensbrück and at the brutal hands of the SS. She held her sister Besty as she died in Ravensbrück, thought murderous thoughts at the female guard who beat Betsy. Before she left the concentration camp, released by a fluke of paperwork (read God’s gracious intervention), Corrie came to understand that there is no pit so deep that God is not deeper still. Later, after the war, Corrie was speaking her song of forgiveness and courage in the face of horror and pain around the world. At the end of one talk she was confronted by one of the guards who had abused Corrie, her sister and countless others, coming to ask her forgiveness, to tell her that he had repented and become a believer. Corrie struggled to forgive this man, struggled to make herself take his hand. She did repent of her unforgiveness, hardness of heart.

It was not for her ancestors that Corrie’s righteous and unrighteous rage was boiling, it was for her, her family, the people around her. How do you forgive the person who beat a friend to death with a rifle butt in front of your very eyes? With the help of the Almighty and a will to do the right thing.

I do not contest the history of this country in regards to the abuse and degradation perpetrated against black men, women and children. But that is in the past. The vast majority of people living here are not descendants of slave traders, owners, abusers. It is time to forgive, to start fresh, to believe that “Typical White People” don’t exist. We are not a homogeneous mass of faceless, soulless abusers. Rachel Lucas is right, you want equality - take it, but to do that, Rev. Wright, Sen Obama, you must forgive the past and release your ‘right’ to be angry forever.

Hat tip to the Lovely Dana for the Chetwynd letter. Dana, you rock, do you know that?

It was a few weeks ago, and while I’ve been meaning to post tons of witty observations and such, I’ve been hit with various things. Unfortunately bloging ended up on the bottom of my heap.)

 To understand something fundamental about my Dad is to watch Steven Segal’s “Under Seige” with him. He doesn’t watch it for the ‘plot’, the stars or the dialog. He watches that movie so he can see my iron sister, the USS Missouri. I have other iron sisters, the USS Iowa and USS New Jersey. Since I thought it would be way more fun to have an iron sister on the cake, here is what I got Jeff from the bakery to do for me:

Yup, that’s Dad with the way so cool Battleshiped cake.

Here is a close up:

Happy Birthday, DAD!!!!