We are at a lovely phase of moving: the Uruguay pile, the Venezuela pile, the giveaway pile, the throwaway pile, the carry-on pile, make sure you take things out of your purse that you don't want taken away... It's sure an encouraging time~NOT! Next comes an even more encouraging phase: "Beth, are you sure you want to take this...we are going to have pay millions in overweight...yadayadayada...you get my drift... It's an awesome time for family unity....um, maybe not! Have a great evening! We're headed to a Royals baseball game, hoping they'll break their LONG losing streak...
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Sonnet to Wint'ry Supplications
Awak'ning my soul one ice-bitten night,
(The wint'ry ghosts whipping with icy shards,)
Sleep eludes and taunts my groping sight~
And at the frosty doom I shrink~Coward!~
I rise to see the tempest thunder,
Terror is writ in my trembling ears~
But by the stair I hear a whisper,
A voice of satin, smoothed with prayer's tears,
To Christ in heav'n the weeping saint doth plead
For (O love undying,) for me; Her gist
Doth ask for peace, the King my life to lead,
And toil of her stricken years be kissed.
That dream (Tho' no dream it was) ne'er mine ears
Will forget~that spectral saint's love-show'red tears.
(The wint'ry ghosts whipping with icy shards,)
Sleep eludes and taunts my groping sight~
And at the frosty doom I shrink~Coward!~
I rise to see the tempest thunder,
Terror is writ in my trembling ears~
But by the stair I hear a whisper,
A voice of satin, smoothed with prayer's tears,
To Christ in heav'n the weeping saint doth plead
For (O love undying,) for me; Her gist
Doth ask for peace, the King my life to lead,
And toil of her stricken years be kissed.
That dream (Tho' no dream it was) ne'er mine ears
Will forget~that spectral saint's love-show'red tears.
Dedicated to Beth Sanders by her firstborn son on Mothers' Day, 2008 *Do not copy*
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Unalterable Typo
Evidently, you are not supposed to use the word "adult" on the web. I could not, however hard I tried, get 3 s to become 3 "adult"s. Sorry!
Worlds of Fun
This past weekend, we had a visit from college friends and their family. On Monday, we went to Worlds of Fun, a local amusement park. Boy, did Shell and I have fun~woo hoo, did we laugh! Of course, at our *ripe old age*, we didn't ride the scary coasters, but I'm fairly sure that noone laughed as hard as we did ALL.DAY.LONG! At one point, we crammed our *not-college-bodies* (all 4 of us s) into one log car for the log ride. It was hilarious! I'm sure that the next time I go to that ride it will say "LIMIT 3 S PER CAR". HEEHEE! Our children had a great time together also. Most of them were born within months of each other~that is, 3 of their children were born in the same year that ours were. As Seth put it, "We go together with them like peanut butter and jelly." Quite accurate.
Copyright Question
My son, the poet, dedicated a poem to me for Mother's Day. I would love to share it, but how do I keep some unscrupulous person from stealing it?
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
My Front Door~Cute!
What Your Front Door Says |
You are intriguing and charming. People are naturally drawn to you, even if they don't know you. You are calm and wise. You are a true leader. You never feel isolated in a group. Somehow, you always belong. |
Story of Faith, Part 2
God be praised! I know that you "faith"ful people will believe this, but God provided the passage money ALL THE WAY to Uruguay! We found out yesterday, and I was in tears at how great our God is! It looks like now we will all go to Venezuela first *pais de mis amores* and then Matt and 1 or 2 children will travel on to Uruguay the next week. I told you in my last post that Matt had found temporary housing for us...it seems that the owner is a leetle anxious about having a WHOLE FAMILY OF 7 stay there for a month as its use is mainly to sleep. Matt will find us a house, by the grace of God, and we will join them when that is found. So...that means I get to spend more time in Caracas! I always love my Caracas, and always will... Anyhoose, join me in praise to God "Who owns the cattle on a thousand hills, I know that He will care for me!"
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