Celebrate!

This young man rode his chrome sting ray up our driveway when he was 14 years old. He was wearing a black trench coat and his hair was grown past his shoulders. Our son introduced him to us and he has been family ever since. We have now loved him half of his life.

Several years ago he brought home a lovely young woman.

She grew to love him and we to love her. She too became family.

This past weekend we celebrated their wedding. And it was a grand celebration. Our son was the best man and our daughter-in-law a bridesmaid and right hand in the coordinating. We were all there for the beginning of their adventure and now into what will be a life full of rock and roll fun!

Congratulations Greg and Christine!

what are you celebrating?

Amen!

"You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is about the end of any nation. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it."

Adrian Rogers

He Is A LIAR Part II

http://www.heritage.org/2009/07/21/morning-bell-obama-admits-hes-not-familiar-with-house-bill/

Read it....it just gets more and more unbelievable.

courtesy of Drudge

The Twilight Zone

The conversation in her comment section went like this:

Lucy: "While I too am opposed to Obama's plan and have written about it on my blog as well, I take offense to this line in your post:"unintelligible, surly GED graduates" (Blogger's name omitted), I am one of those GED graduates you refer to. I'll admit that sometimes I am surly...but I am rarely unintelligible. I don't get your need to be snarky. With that line, you put down an entire population of people who made an effort to right a wrong and continue their education when whatever reason or circumstance stopped them previously. Again, snarky isn't necessary...its just mean. But if the shoe fits......:

Blogger's Response: "Lucy - Not every high school (or for that matter, college) graduate is honestly interested in continuing their education after they get a diploma and I daresay not every GED graduate is either. Props to you for doing so, but Lucy, have you ever been to the DMV? Seriously? I'm surprised some of them managed to finish GRADE school.

Lucy: "You missed the point...but I am not surprised."

Blogger's Response: Lucy - This is so funny. You come on my blog, get offended by something that wasn't even directed at you, and then call ME names. Do you work in the DMV? Did I say "all GED graduates"? No? Then I was clearly not referring to you.You seem to come here just itching for something to get your panties in a twist over. Something that you can relate to your own life so you can feel righteous when you declare, "I am so offended! Me me me!" People who act this way usually 1.) are slightly paranoid, 2.) have no sense of humor, or 3.) are completely self-centered. So, guess what? My blog is not about you or your own personal triumph over hardship. Sorry.

I refuse to continue this pointless exchange on this person's blog, as she only continues to miss the point. The point is this: Why does she feel the need to put down, name call, demoralize, bully etc. people on her blog? This is not the first time I have seen her do this and in fact I removed her from my blog roll for just that reason. She is not interested in constructive dialog when opinions differ. It is only hers that is important. That is fine...it is her blog. But why the need to be downright mean?

And she is right...why do I go there? Good question. I just had hoped for change. Oh shit...I really should give that up!

It seems to me she gets some kind of personal satisfaction from putting people down. I don't know...must be a self esteem issue. Not to be guilty of generalizing, just wonder when you have been disabled most of your life if it messes with your head.

I wouldn't know...I am just one of those lowly GED graduates who totes a gun (cuse I'm paranoid), throws down a few PBRs before breakfast, and wears a wife beater with my best camo BDUs. But damn that gravy stain...anyone got a stain stick? After all, it is all about me!

Do You Know This Person?

Robs from the rich...

Gives to the poor...

Throws like a girl...

He is a LIAR

I could not believe what I was hearing so I did the research myself.

Obama is a LIAR and a narcissist. If you believe he has your best interests at heart with his health care plan, you are an idiot. His constant reassurances that 'there will be choice' for those of us who don't want any part of a socialist medical system are bullshit.

If you don't have time to read the entire 1018 page document (as most of our Representatives surely did not) this is all you need to know:

"Protecting The Choice To Keep Current Coverage," the "Limitation On New Enrollment" section of the bill clearly states:
"Except as provided in this paragraph, the individual health insurance issuer offering such coverage does not enroll any individual in such coverage if the first effective date of coverage is on or after the first day" of the year the legislation becomes law. (http://www.ibdeditorials.com/IBDArticles.aspx?id=332548165656854)

In other words, if you need insurance after the law takes affect...you're fucked! Your only choice is Obama's policy.


It is all outlined on page 16 of the document. You would think he would have buried it deeper.

It makes me sick to my stomach. I don't think I have ever been this afraid for myself, my family and my country. In the words of a dear friend:

"It is time to start the revolution"

Ghosts

I had a comment appear on a post from this blogger who calls himself Willie Dueright. I didn't recognize the name so I clicked on the profile to see who this stranger might be.

I was immediately struck by a sense of familiarity. The kind that stirs your gut. Are you who I think you are? Am I that friend you wrote about? Is it you, my friend who drops the one line in my email box every year. In fact, it was just yesterday I read it again...for I am another year older.

I am taken back some 30 plus years...yes it has been that long. To a time of teenage dreams and adventures both exciting and fraught with pain. We had fun...so much fun. Do you remember the time we went horseback riding and were so sore we could barely move the next day?

But then there are other memories both of us would rather not relive. Then again...didn't those things make us who were are today? And I think it is okay for us both. There have been struggles yes...but mostly life has been good for us both.

I am glad you are writing...write more. Write from the heart. You are and always were so expressive. Tell us your story...you who beat death twice. I am anxiously waiting.

If you remember, I was always one of your biggest fans.

and if it is not you...ignore the rantings of a madwoman

Mother Nature's Palate

I haven't played in ages and when HSMSHS decided to do a week long theme I knew I wouldn't be playing until the end of the week. The theme was color in nature. So I dug through my old shots and found some of my favorite highlights of Mother Nature in action.

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Dog Watching the Sky on Friday?

Even Henry enjoys watching the sun set on the point of the islands of his lake.
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While Creeking One Day/Rocks

Addendum July 18th: When I saw that the photo hunter theme was 'rock', well......

One of my favorite things to do when I was a child was 'creeking'. I lived in an area that had several small tributaries, shallow and teaming with life. We would put on our old tennies and spend hours stomping through the crystal clear water, over turning rocks to see what Mother Nature had hidden beneath. There were creatures in abundance for us to find...fish, crabs, salamanders, snakes.

Those days spent with my feet immersed and my hands exploring all things slimy were passed on to my children, as I still live in the same house. Though I will say it was my husband who spent most of the time in the shallows with them, for he too had many hours of experience in the creeks. I married a neighborhood boy.

And now we pass the tradition on to a third generation. A freckled face lad who came to know the secrets of the creeks at a young age. Papa introduced him to the rocky bottom shallows and its hidden secrets when he was about three and he has been captivated ever since.

But it was me who took him on this particular day...the day we found a treasure of a different sort. Left by whom...I don't know. But we took our picture and left it for someone else to find.

"In Vino Veritas (Truth in Wine)"

Jason Evans of The Clarity of Night is sponsoring a short fiction contest. The contest is based on the theme "In Vino Veritas (Truth in Wine)" and this photo.

I do not consider myself much of a creative writer, but was intrigued and thought 'what the hell'. After some long hours and many drafts here is what I submitted:

Crystal Melody

By Lucy Logic

The sound of his voice resonated in her mind. High pitched and screaming, not unlike that of wet fingers rotating around the rim of a crystal wine glass. In fact, wasn’t that what she was doing when the words began to spill from his lips: mindlessly tracing her finger atop the edge of her glass?

“Beth, this isn’t fair to anyone. I’ve met someone else.”

She lost his words in the music of the crystal, in the color of the wine. Refusing to speak or look at him. She became desperate to play her tune. Round and round her finger went. Deeper into the depths of the blood red liquid went her mind.

“Beth, you have to say something!”

She did not respond. She could not respond. For the edge of this glass, cold and full of melody, was where sanity and reason resided. The rhythm of her finger holding her precariously to that edge.

“Beth!”

Lost in the melody, she did not lift her head to watch him walk out the door.

As the latch locked in place, he couldn’t help but have heard the crashing of the crystal as it shattered against the door behind him.

Sanity and reason trickled crimson down the wall. They pooled on the floor amongst the splintered pieces of her broken life.

Round and round her finger continued, tracing the edge of a glass that was no longer there.

Head over to Jason's to see what other incredible writers have submitted...I pale against their talent.

It's Friday

And that means it is time for a beautiful sky! I never get tired of taking pictures of the lake sky. I am presented with some amazing vista views both morning and evening. I hate to admit it though lately I have been sleeping in and not seeing the sun rise.

Here comes the sun and I say...its more than alright!

J-E-L-L-O

Do you remember that five note jingle? We all sang it at one time or another and we have all eaten this wiggly dessert in one form or another. I find it hard to believe there is a person out there who has escaped a molded jello dessert during a family holiday meal.

Jello...some of my favorite memories are centered around it. I remember in fifth grade we had an assignment that encompassed teaching the class a lesson on how to do a task from beginning to end. I taught my classmates how to make orange jello.

Jello...I still make a dish at Thanksgiving and Christmas that my mother always made...grated carrots and fresh oranges gelled in orange jello. Ummmmmmm. I make it, no one eats it. It's a tradition I can't let go of.

Then there are those jello shots. I have not had the pleasure but my husband has. His fortieth birthday. He was the first to leave...I am told they 'sneak' up on you.

I filled many a trash can with empty jello boxes when my kids were little, filling their fists with jello jigglers. Do you moms remember those? I made them with juice instead of water making myself believe I was giving them a more healthy snack!

Jello wrestling? Also don't have first hand experience with this. Sounds sticky...but I am sure there is a You-tube of it out there if you are really interested in seeing it.

Oh the things you can do with Jello. Anyone else care to share some memories?

Hello.....

is there anybody out there...just nod if you can here me. Is there anyone at home?

I cannot believe it has been nearly a month since I last posted. Does anyone still read me? Have you been checking to if there is news in Lucy world, only to find the same old post still sitting there? I extend to you my most humble apologies. I do have excuses, many of them. But I will tell you what I tell my kids at school about excuses...they are like armpits and butt holes, everybody has them and they all stink!

All that matters is...I am back and hope to be posting regularly again.

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Now that school is out, I have been spending a great deal of time at the lake house. Just got Internet and television connected today. This is part of the reason I have not been posting...no connection. I was cut off from the outside world. It was great!

I do have to admit I did miss reading some of my favorite blogs (I caught up today), but I did not miss the TV one bit.

What is that you say, someone famous died? Oh yea, I think I heard that in the grocery store in the toilet paper aisle.