This YouTube video features one of my keyboard students. Praise the Lord that God is using Michael at such an early age!

I often share Mother’s Day with my son.  He was born two weeks early on Mother’s Day in 2000.  Talk about a Mother’s Day gift!!!!!

We spent the day after church with my mom.  She fixed us lunch - I know that seems wrong - but Dad’s PD makes it hard to go out to eat - even to our house.

Mom and Dad got James a 6 foot canvas teepee that sets up like an umbrella.  James and Sarah are going to have a blast with it in the backyard this summer!  I think all the pictures are on Mom’s camera. I will post them when I get them.

I’m sitting here at the computer ( I WAS checking facebook), and I hear my son upstairs playing with his trains. Now, for a moment, let’s forget the fact that he is supposed to be cleaning up for Community Group tonight. We’ll (I’ll) deal with that in a minute.

James is in a “Thomas” phase. He’s been watching his many DVD’s while he plays with his very elaborate track that he and Sarah put together. For about the last year, he hasn’t been playing with his trains much at all- and I was kind of sad. I even put away the big pieces and all but a small bit of track. But he’s baaaaaack! Right now he is singing the Thomas song while he plays. When he was little he’d sort of sing it - you know, the same phrase over and over again. Now, when he sings it, it is with all the right words (the wrong ones were cute though), the correct melody, AND all the little instrumental bits in between.

Just thought I’d let you know! (All 3 of you who haven’t deserted me while I’ve been playing on  Facebook)

This from a blogger named Suzanne (http://www.dadamo.com/B2blogs/blogs/blog1.php/2008/04/21/infrequent), “I heard this quote from a guy named Stephen Davey. It made me chuckle, so I’ll share it with you. “You can’t teach American history and expound the virtues of our heritage, and at the same time teach evolution. Because you can’t have the same kid quoting ‘we have been endowed by our creator with certain inalienable rights,’ and at the same time, ‘we evolved from animals.’ Some 5th grader is going to catch on and say, ‘Hey wait a second, which is it?’” “

Dream #3 was so scary and violent that I don’t want to write about it. When I woke up, I had to make myself ‘finish’ the story so that it turned out ok. If I had gone back to sleep without finishing it with a ‘good’ ending, I’m afraid it would have only gotten worse. Funny thing is that I didn’t wake up panicky like I did with dream #2, just disturbed.

Dream #4 had Sarah climbing the big tree in the front yard. She climbed so high that she could not get back down. I called the fire department and told them to bring a ladder truck or a cherry picker. Yes, the dream was that vivid that I recall what I said on the phone. Neighbors (that I didn’t recognize) came and tried to throw a rope around her. I’m not sure what that was supposed to accomplish, but that’s what they were doing. I woke up before they got her out of the tree - so I guess she’s still up there!

Fortunately, this is the end of the weird dreams that I remember from last week! PHEW!

They’re coming to take me away, ha-haa!!  They’re coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa, To the funny farm - Where life if beautiful all the time and I’ll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they’re coming to take me away, ha-haa!  (Dr. Demento)

A friend wrote on facebook about hearing and seeing her dad polishing his church shoes last Sunday morning.  For her, that sight and sound brought back wonderful memories of her childhood and her Godly family.

My Sunday ‘lump in my throat’ memory was of my dad wearing his wedding ring.  As a tool and die maker for Ford, he couldn’t wear his ring during the week.  But every Sunday morning, it went onto his finger.  I am so blessed that God chose the most wonderful parents in the world for me.

In this dream, I only remember a small part. I walked through a doorway that had a sign above it that looked like the ‘Welcome to Lincoln Park’ sign at Southfield and Dix. However, instead of welcome, it read, “Lincoln Park is a city, Finally!” Where did THAT come from?????????

So, I walked through the door way into a wood paneled and carpeted hallway. As I walked the ceiling became lower, and I eventually had to crawl. I turned right at a ‘T” thinking that it looked bigger. It wasn’t though, and I started panicking. I reached a spot where I could turn around to go back to the bigger hallway. When I turned though, the hall that I came from was just as small.

I woke up fighting with the covers and in a absolute panic.

Don’t put me in a looney bin!

I have had some very unusual dreams lately. I’ve waffled on posting them, fearing that they may land me in the looney bin! But here goes:

Several nights ago, I dreamed that a bald eagle was flying in the ‘huge field next to our house’ (which is obviously wishful thinking - both about the bald eagle and the huge field!). As I reclined on the ground, watching upward, the eagle would occasionally fly out of my view making huge circles in the sky, but would soon return to my view again. When I heard a thump beside me, I cowered, assuming that it was the eagle. I soon ceased to be afraid when I heard it whimper in pain. As I turned to take a look, I discovered that the eagle was, in fact, a child in an eagle costume, complete with a computer printout showing how far he had flown that day - all the way to Kentucky!

My sleeping mind, at this point, realized this was a dream, and was trying to wake up, but the dream was strong and continued. My memory of the dream, however, faded at this point but I was very disturbed when I fully awoke. And you, (my three readers) are equally disturbed, I’m sure! Just think, this is only the beginning. There are three more dreams that are equally strange, that I can recount fully. Am I just getting old?? I normally only remember dreams when I’m ill. Hmmmmm, What do you think?

Today’s word is avarice. I was sure that I had heard that word in Prosecutor Kym Worthy’s speech on the 24th. I read back through the transcript and found that yes, Ms. Worthy did indeed use the word in describing “the Roman Goddess of Justice (who) is the idealization of the moral force that (SHOULD- my word!) underlie(s) the legal system”. “She is almost always draped in flowing robes, symbolizing the fair and equal administration of the law without corruption, avarice, prejudice, or favor.

I think this was the only word in Ms. Worthy’s speech that I was not sure about. In context, we can assume that it is not a good thing - but what exactly? According to The American Heritage Dictionary, avarice is “An extreme desire for wealth”. Unfortunately, there seems to be a gap between the ideal legal system and the real legal system.

How’s this instead? How do you make a snowman when there are NO carrots in the house? And, heaven forbid, NO COAL!!!!