Q & A

Being the little kid on the side of the field stomping ants and pulling grass, My Beloved Is Mine has tagged me, and pulled me into this game we play.


QUESTION#1:
What is your favorite dance?
*Spanish waltz!!

QUESTION#2
What would a perfect day be like for you?
*Feasting!, fellowshipping, worshipping, and dancing!! with fellow believers that I love! (to borrow her words)

QUESTION#3
Name 8 of your quirks!
1.Whenever possible, I back into a parking space.
2.I occasionally eat my hamburgers with: ketchup and barbeque sauce on one side, and jelly on the other.
3.I only read books when I'm awake
4.I only have 3 quirks
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QUESTION#4
What was one of the most vivid dreams you have ever had?
*I was being chased by a huge killer donald duck, I almost got eaten, then I woke up out of breath.

QUESTION#5
Quote your favorite childhood prayer.
I never had a childhood prayer, but, The sound of my fathers voice when he prays is Unique only to him praying, as a Child it was one of the most comforting things I could ever hear.

QUESTION#6
List 8 items that you would put in a time capsule to be opened by your great, great, great grandchildren.
1. Pictures
2. stories, of God's glory and grace in our lives
3. my pocket knife
4. A cd, so they can say "look momma they used to play music on something this huge"
5. My wedding photo album.
6. a book of dances that we dance
7. a towel =)
8. a legacy

QUESTION#7
List 8 things you do to relax!
1. PRAY
2. Drive really fast!!
3. Go to church!
4. Kayak
5. Dance with my sister(she is only one patient enough)
6. Drink hot tea
7. play with little kids
8. Dance

QUESTION#8
Finish these 8 incomplete sentences.
1. Some people think it is amusing when I....am up past my bed time, and get really punchy(i.e. 4 a.m.)
2. Compared to me, most women/men.....are, older or younger(I've yet to meet someone the exact same age =)
3. I get excited when.....there is a dance coming!!
4. I would like to make myself......a good caffe mocha.
5. Mothers can't......(I not sure I know of anything a mother can't do. Aren't they amazing!!)
6. My friends dont understand why......I act so strange =)
7. I am confident that......the Lord has dealt mercifully with us.
8. If people only knew how......much they mean to me.


The people I choose to tag are as follows:I don't know if I know anybody that hasn't been tagged already.

After seeing My Beloved Is Mine's love for unique food I thought of this old recipe we have..

Elephant Stew,

1 Elephant
Salt and pepper
2 rabbits(opt.)
Cut elephant into small bite-size pieces.(this should take about 2 months)add enough brown gravy to cover. Cook over kerosene fire for about 4 weeks at 465 f. This will serve 3,800 people. If more are expected, 2 rabbits may be added, but do this only if necessary, as most people don't like to find hare in there stew.

Tag, tag, tag. Three times and your it, right??
I have been tagged for a grand sum of three times!

When playing tag as a child, I think I was the annoying kid who could out run anybody, but would hover just out of reach, begging to be tagged, but making it impossibly hard on the tagger.
Geuss I'm just getting old and slow =)

Meddling that far down in my mind, might be a dangerous proposition.
In due time you will herein recieve the answers to your many questions........

The Poem of Monroe

Scribbled this out in my mind on the way home.
It has been refined, I hope you like my poem.=)
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The group of eighteen, warriors of the Lord
Rose early one morning, and piled into a Ford.

To embark on a journey, long and boring
Shared conversations, laughter, and snoring.

We rented a big ol’ van, and used Purvis‘ too,
divided evenly, the people between the two.

Drove due South through Arkansas, clear from end to end
Continuing on and on, voice messages we did send.

We arrived at our destination, at four in the afternoon
Monroe, Louisiana , not a moment too late, or a moment too soon

Our bottoms were numb, and sore from the trip
Exercise soon, we needed to get

Checked into the hotel, then went to a diner
Fellowship and food, what could be finer?

Sitting there eating, minding our p.‘s and q.‘s
a man stopped, and asked, I have one question to ask of you.

Do you know the Lord? I just have to inquire
For I saw the ladies among you, and their beautiful attire.

The world don’t dress that way, not any more,
What more is there to say? Oh, praise the Lord.

From the world your clothing, is very unique,
Your modesty is something, more than skin-deep

From there to the conference, to hear of God’s word
Encouraging pastors, and men with the sword

To fight a good fight, for not all our battles,
Are against Princes and Kings, on horses with saddles.

To use our stinger missiles, to send blows that hurt
Instead of lobbing pine cones, and neglecting the Church.

Encouraging one another, sweet fellowship too,
Though the mob at the book table was more of a zoo.

Fighting the urge to sneak in some snoozing,
With Dr. Hart, the battle, I was losing.

My head started to bob, till my hip began vibrating.
My cell phone did shake, ‘twas most aggravating.

My brother did make my phone to vibe,
From down the pew my snoozing did spy.

I didn’t fall asleep, not once more on our trip.
My kind loving brother, made sure I not slip.

When it came to singing, and praising our Lord,
our voices together, all in one accord

Sang of His mercy, glory, and might.
Lifted our voices, morn, noon, and night.

Voices, united, a room filled with men
To stand there and listen, made your hair stand on end.

Sitting down for the first lecture, Mr. Cook did get punched.
Purely by accident, His nose did go crunch.

As the laughter subsided, his nose did inspect
Went quickly to the restroom, a tissue to get.

Two nights in a hotel room, with Justin and Tracy.
Not much sleep did we get, went pretty near crazy.

With boundaries set, both were ignoring.
Not one night with them, did end up boring.

Justin, on Tracy several pranks did he play.
Waking in the morning, the room in disarray.

The very last morning, our trip near its end.
Stock up on breakfast, went the command!

For after we leave, lunch won’t be till three.
If you don’t eat up early, hungry you’ll be.

Only half day of lectures, it ended too soon.
We packed up and left, only, half past noon.

On the trip home, we had different seating assignments,
Packed like sardines, we hope no one minds a little confinement.

All in different seats than when we started,
We all almost died if someone farted.

We finally stopped, a quarter past three, for some Mexican food,
For which our stomach’s were thankful, and we thought was good.

Drove on for many hours, to which some were sighing
Mr. Cook as our driver, if we’d had wings we’d a been flying.

We arrived back in Springfield, at something like nine thirty,
Parted ways at the gas station, not the end of our party.

Another good while back to the Purvis’
We decided not to sing, only knowing half the verses

We left their house, being greatly enriched.
Thanking our Lord, for we have been blessed!!

Life the universe and everything

When one know not what to write or what to write that in which he know not what to write, upon. It is best "they" say to write, write ones thoughts, ones dreams, ones recollections of the past, write anything, just write. One is to say then pronounced he is suffering from a syndrome known as "writer blog".
So for a cure for all the closet poets and writers out there, some genius came up with this method of conveying in which even you now partake.
So all to say, they may be point less and random, but I've been cured, I can come out from my little closet and put it all down here for you to read.

I pray you are uplifted.