Isn't it ironic...

Actually I typed this up earlier, but lost it. Now that the frustration has worn off, I'm gonna try it again.
Life can be so ironic sometimes. God has a strange way of making a point, and sometimes I just don't get it. But I guess that's why He's in charge.
Take this story about my late friend, Wayne. Wayne was in his middle to late forties when we met. He had several heart problems. He had also had multiple surgeries for these problems.So many, in fact that the doctors told him they could not do anymore surgery if he had another problem. Wayne was a devout Lutheran, but also an avid outdoorsman. He loved to hunt, fish, and arrowhead hunt, although no one would risk taking him out on a trip. Enter my husband Steve. He found a kindred spirit in Wayne. He often took Wayne out to the rivers or creekbeds to hunt for "rocks." Steve was not worried that Wayne would collapse on him. He often joked with Wayne that he had no problem taking him out. If Wayne ever had a problem, he would go and get help, just as soon as he took all of his (and Wayne's) arrowheads home. It was this kind of attitude that brought them so close together. Wayne never did have a heart problem while out hunting. Ironically, they got themselves into (and out of) quite a bit of mischief. In his truck, Wayne was once even sucked into a tornado. All this, and the man had a fragile heart.
One day, however he visited the doctor for chest pain. Terrified at the thought of his heart giving out, Wayne prayed that the doctor would bring good news. The doctor came. His heart was fine. Nevertheless, his lungs needed further review. Upon extensive testing, the results revealed that Wayne had cancer. This man, God delivered through multiple heart surgeries, and various near death experiences now has cancer.What was He thinking?
A bit ironic,huh? Wayne fought it until the end. The only thing I could think was, " What an amazing witness to his faith!"


What irony do you have in your life?
Currently listening: Celtic Woman By Celtic Woman Release date: By 01 March, 2005

And now for the continuing saga...

Like sands through the hour glass.... just kidding! By popular demand, here's more that I've written of Sail Away. I don't know if I'll stick to that title or not. Also I am continuously editing it, so if it shows up in print, it will be better. Love to all my fans! LOL! No really. Ha ha. ~D


October 2007

Rutherford High was playing their biggest rival, Livington. Everyone at school was hyped for the big game. Heading to the gym, Jason saw a couple of boys horsing around in the hall. He thought a teacher would probably be along soon to calm them down. The gym was packed! Everyone was shoulder to shoulder. Jason thought to himself that if one of these kids fell it would trigger the domino effect. The band was in full glory. The cheerleaders were ever spirited. And even a few of the known potheads were there. This was the pep rally of the year. Forget about homecoming, if they won tonight, victory would be sweet. Right in the middle of the excitement, the kid in front of him stumbled back. This in turn caused Jason to flail backwards. He caught some guy’s arm and a small riot erupted. By the time it was all said and done Jason was being taken away in handcuffs.

Sally and Bob Walker thought the police must’ve been crazy to take their grandson to jail. Jason was a good boy, despite his problems with his mother. Kayla sporadically popped in and out of Jason’s life, and when she did, it always left lasting scars. Jason dealt with the disappointment rather well. Now with their grandson in jail, they hired the best lawyer they could afford.

Roberta Davis had a good standing in the law community. She had won her fair share of small criminal cases. This one was to be no exception. Her client, Jason Walker was a 15 year old boy accused of stabbing a classmate at a school pep rally. The prosecution’s whole case was full of holes. There was no weapon, no motive, and the only witnesses’ stories had changed twice. The witnesses, two friends’ of the victim, had said Jason cut Brad accidentally. Then, turned around the next day and said Jason had stabbed Brad in a fight. The rumors were flying around Rutherford. The principal had of course, expelled Jason. He wouldn’t be returning to Rutherford anytime soon. Bertie had to find some way to get Jason into school, just as soon as she got him out of jail.

Sail Away Continued

April 1991

Kayla was an over achiever. She made all A's and was a popular girl. She can still remember when she met Kevin. Kevin was older than her, and it made her feel special that a man of 21 noticed a girl her age. She met him at a club on teen night. He was the bouncer there. She was teasing him about having to use his big muscles to throw some kid out. He snapped back that he was more than just big muscles. Kayla was smitten. Not many boys at school talked to her, much less flirted. Over the next few weeks Kayla was swept up in a whirlwind of emotion. She was in love with Kevin. So much that she was blind to the fact that Kevin was not a very nice person. Before she met him she was a virgin. Now, he taught her things that her mother didn't even know. It was 5 months into their relationship that Kayla noticed something was wrong. Kevin didn't seem to be as attentive to her feelings. What would she do without him? And to top it off she was late.No, not for school either.
Her fears were confirmed a month later when the EPT she took turned blue. Great, just what she needed! Kevin was none too pleased either. He spent even more time out late, and drank a lot. Kayla's grades slipped and she felt as if her life was over. Her parents were shocked that their precious little girl was pregnant. If they only knew the whole story.
Jason was born in July 1992. This was the turning point in Kayla's life. She couldn't handle the responsibility. After she graduated, she left. Jason was better off with her parents anyway. Kevin had been long gone for some time now and during that time he had been in and out of jail several times. He signed over his parental rights for Jason. Kayla went as far away from the country town she grew up in as she could get. It really wasn't far enough as far as she was concerned.
Jason's grandparent's gave him the most normal childhood as they could. When he was in fourth grade they moved him to a bigger school so he would have a better learning experience. Rutherford ISD had an exemplary learning program and excellent extra-curricular activities. Jason fit in perfectly.

Sail Away

He sat, looking at the stark white walls. For two days now, he wondered how he ended up in this cell. They said he had a knife. They said he cut some kid at the pep rally. Jason never carried a knife. Why were they doing this to him? He used to be known as a happy-go-lucky kid who had lots of friends. Where are his friends now? He could never go back to that school, even if they let him and he wanted to. They would just find something else to fault him for and throw him out. He didn't know what he did to deserve this punishment. He didn't think he had any enemies. But he was wrong.


How's that for a story beginning? Leave me comments and let me know!
Love, Me

Gleaning for inspiration

My mother found for me the newsletter that Great Grandfather used to write. Entitled "Of Cabbages and Kings," it was a small church newsletter that he put out anonomously as "The Walrus." Hence, the title of my online journal. When he began, the third line of the title was incomplete. It read " 'The time has come,' the Walrus said, 'to talk of many things of ?? and ?? and ?? of cabbages and kings." Thanks to three somewhat younger parishoners, the next time the letter went out, it was corrected. He was dissappointed about not recieving any mail from the first letter, but rather than get discouraged, he just remarked "no noose is good noose!"
He also gleaned for inspiration, here is an example:

As a symbol of our modern age(this was the 60's):
A staid old gentleman, judge at a horse show was upset by the dress of some of the young girls. He remarked, "Just look at that young person with the poodle cut, a cigarette, and tight blue jeans," he commented to a bystander. "Is that a boy or a girl?"
"It's a girl! It's my daughter!" the bystander replied.
"Oh I'm sorry sir, for give me. I didn't realize you were her father."
"I'm not! " snapped the person, "I'm her Mother!"
He also went on to comment on Ed Sullivan and the Beatles. My how times have changed!

More next time.
Love you much, Me

P.s. I am just the Walrus, you don't have to listen to me. But if "The Carpenter" speaks to you, you might want to pay attention!

"Our feet must've shrunk two sizes before we were done!"

So I was reminiscing about my childhood today. Some kids were writing sentences in lunch detention and I thought back when I was in about 1st grade. My mother, sister and I lived in the apartments on Edmond near where Clicks is now. My mom would walk with us to Woolco(like Walmart) to go shopping. One day, Dana and I walked over there by ourselves. I was probably about 7 and Dana was about 5. We got in so much trouble. My mom made us write sentences forever. Dana was barely able to even write then, but she had to do it!
Then there was the time at same said apartments that we were supposed to go to our grandma's house(which we loved). But we got caught up playing in the back parking lot on a giant pile of asphalt freshly mixed with tar! My mother was furious, at least we thought so. She was probably laughing her head off in the next room. She told us we wouldn't go to grandma's until we got our feet clean. We were in the tub for two hours! Our feet probably shrunk two sizes before we were through!
Lastly, we were living in some different apartments this time, Dana and I got up VERY early one Sunday morning and decided to go play. Our station wagon was unlocked so we climbed in and proceded to pretend to drive. Remember this is an apartment parking lot. We layed on the horn several times, having the time of our lives. An angry neighbor came out yelling and knocking on our windows. We had the doors locked, but we were scared to death! He told us to stop or he was going to call the police. When we were sure he was gone we sneaked back up to our apartment and told our mom about this rude stranger. Needless to say, we regretted confessing that crime. Why did we always get in trouble, we were just playing? Oh, the good old days.
Love, Me

The Walrus and the Carpenter

The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily, Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--"It's very rude of him," she said,"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be, The sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead--There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter Were walking close at hand; They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:"If this were only cleared away," They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year.Do you suppose," the Walrus said,"That they could get it clear?""I doubt it," said the Carpenter, And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!" The Walrus did beseech." A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,Along the briny beach:We cannot do with more than four, To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,But never a word he said: The eldest Oyster winked his eye,And shook his heavy head--Meaning to say he did not choose To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up, All eager for the treat: Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their shoes were clean and neat--And this was odd, because, you know, They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them, And yet another four; And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more--All hopping through the frothy waves, And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter Walked on a mile or so, And then they rested on a rock Conveniently low: And all the little Oysters stood And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--Of cabbages--and kings--And why the sea is boiling hot--And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,"Before we have our chat; For some of us are out of breath, And all of us are fat!" "No hurry!" said the Carpenter. They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,"Is what we chiefly need: Pepper and vinegar besides Are very good indeed--Now if you're ready, Oysters dear, We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried, Turning a little blue. "After such kindness, that would be A dismal thing to do!" "The night is fine," the Walrus said. "Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come! And you are very nice! "The Carpenter said nothing but "Cut us another slice: I wish you were not quite so deaf--I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said, "To play them such a trick, After we've brought them out so far, And made them trot so quick!" The Carpenter said nothing but "The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said: "I deeply sympathize. "With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,"You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again? 'But answer came there none--And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
By Lewis Carroll

I wanted to share this as it is one of my favorites. My great-grandfather wrote under the nom de plume "The Walrus" so I thought I would too.
Love D

This is the start of something better.

I really like my new job, despite the kinks that need to be worked out. I am told by different people what a good job I am doing, and that means the world to me. Every time I start to get discouraged, God sends someone to brighten my day. Thank you.

On a different note:
I was at my parent's the other day and I was looking at their wedding album. This brought back so many memories. I was 12 when my mom married my step-dad. Being a a hormonal pre-teen at the time, I thought my world was crashing down around me. I not only did NOT want my mom to remarry, but In some twisted universe I wanted her to reconcile with my natural father. I also did NOT want to share my mom! Looking back now, that was one of the best things that ever happened in my life. We put my step-father through the wringer. But he made & makes my mother happy and still to this day he upholds his vow "for better or for worse." We put him through the worse part right away. After 2 girls going through their teenage years, he finally gets to enjoy the better part of that vow! We love you! ~D & D