(sorry he's late for your birthday, Rachel)
It feels sort of surreal blogging at you this morning... a mere 15 minutes ago I was having some sort of extreme dreams... my brother Barry and I were hiding out from the police. (no, I've never been in trouble with the law) We were parked on a country road and he was fishing in the river to try to appear normal. While we were fishing we were waiting the delivery of some miricle drug that would revive a patient we had back at the hospital. While we were purchasing that drug from (who?) they were showing us little mittens for premature babies... it would hold a piece of muscle on the babies wrists - a piece some babies are born without. Ok, I know this is totally wierd. I hardly ever dream. I have no idea why I dreamed this! I find that I dream if my husband gets up first and I can here him in my 1/2 sleep... and then I drift off again till he wakes me. Do YOU dream? What do you dream about? Do you find there are conditions to your dreaming more often than not?
I know that in the bible dreams are mentioned as a place God visits to people... though it also says that often these dreams were interpretted too. Honestly, I don't know if these are the same sort of dreams as we have. The bible does set these dreams apart from 'visions' so I am wondering. Surely, if these dreams we have are of God, we would just know. Please help me here if you know the answer to my questions?
'In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams.
I read yesterday, that the bible is still the #1 selling book in the world. Thats interesting and comforting. I also noticed on the news that our policemen are still 'sworn in' with a hand on the bible. These things give me comfort - but I wonder if it will also be so.
I also heard a debate about whether a Poinsettia is poisinous or not... because some people refrain from buying them. I found this on a pet site:
The toxic potential of poinsettia has become highly exaggerated. Poinsettias are no longer classified as extremely toxic. Therefore, while keeping this plant out of the reach of your pet is still a good idea, pet owners don’t need to banish the poinsettia from their homes for fear of a fatal exposure.
A LOVELY THANK-YOU CARD AND GIFT FROM
the artist who helped the children make
awesome clay creations!
I had a lovely morning with Miles yesterday, driving around to the various schools, delivering the little clay creations the kids made at the workshop a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, though requested, quite a few of the pieces bore no identifying initials or any marks at all. Now with 4 schools this got a tad confusiing but Miles got it figured in the end by process of elimenation. It was a beautiful sunny day - when we left home, at least. When we arrived home I had a severe headache. Really, I never get these either. LOL This one was not even completely dislodged with a tylenol 3 and a sleep. Ok, so now, if you tell me you had a migraine... I could know what your going thru... wow! It is debilitating, for sure.
I've got a day of tutoring and visiting set up today. Kind of like reader Dawn, of yesterday who said she took a nice day off, not to clean house... but to finish making two gifts. Are you all taking some time off for yourselves through this busy time? Dont' forget to take care of yourselves and encourage those around you to take a breather too... instigate it if necessary. I encourage my friend Sonya to get her hair and nails done around this time of the year (we get a giggle out of that!) - hey, we get so busy we think of everyone else instead of ourselves. Its amazing how something like getting a cut or manicure can pick us up!
metal woods (it's a golf thing)
Middle East peace
mild mannered reporter
Smile of the day:
The Taxpayers Lament
Tax his cow, Tax his goat;
Tax his pants, Tax his coat;
Tax his crop, Tax his work;
Tax his ties, Tax his shirt;
Teach him taxing is no joke.
Tax his tractor, Tax his mule;
Tell him, Taxing is the rule.
Tax his oil, Tax his gas
Tax his notes, Tax his cash
Tax him good and let him know,
That after taxes, he has no dough.
If he hollers, Tax him more;
Tax him till he's good and sore.
Tax his coffin, Tax his grave,
Tax his sod in which he's laid.
Put these words upon his tomb,
"Taxes drove him to his doom."
After he's gone, we won't relax.
We'll still collect inheritance tax.
BARB'S HANDY TIP #152
Yep, you have to have the Norad site to be able to track Santa as he 'rounds the world on Christmas Eve