Blogging Blast #2: Hey you! What’s going on out there…?!

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(So just what is a Blogging Blast??  — BLOGGING BLAST #2)

I planted a green bell pepper plant next to a purple bell pepper plant this summer.  Now my green plant is giving me hybrids.  I’m not much of a gardening guru, but I suspect that there has been some serious botanical hanky-panky going on in that little plot. 

By any other color, would taste as sweet....
By any other color, would taste as sweet….

Diversity and variety are wonderful in the natural world—plants and flowers, dogs, people.  I love how God designed our DNA and genetics such that, when fitted together in various combinations, we get new-ness.  I love how the real flower lovers know how to combine them to make new colors and shapes to delight us in the spring and summer.  I love how you can Continue reading “Blogging Blast #2: Hey you! What’s going on out there…?!”

Blogging Blast #1: How well are you “prepped”?

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(So just what is a Blogging Blast??— BLOGGING BLAST #1 )

I just received my new official emergency backpack for my office.  (I’m a school nurse, and we try to prepare for the unthinkable, as well as treat headaches and put bandaids on boo-boos.)  I won’t mention where I got it, but I say it’s “official” since it’s bright red and has a cross on it.  Supposedly, it has enough space to hold supplies for three days.  It’s the three days of “what” that gives one pause, and obviously calls for prioritizing what one might need for those three days. (Three days with 550+ middle schoolers….just sayin’.)

Nevertheless, it always good to be prepared.  There’s been a movement about the nation of people who have been dubbed “Preppers”.  I went to one website that offered topics from Hunting and Plant Gathering After Nuclear Fallout to How To Make Garlic Pan Bread On A Campfire 

I wouldn’t last long….

Still, I admire their Continue reading “Blogging Blast #1: How well are you “prepped”?”

Blogging Blast: Take Cover!

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The seasons, they are a-changin’ here in Missouri; the weather is trying to make up its mind between frost or sunshine. The plants are going dormant and the bugs are dying off (finally–I should buy stock in “deet”; and as much as I use, it’s probably a good thing that I’m not within childbearing age anymore.)  Each season, it’s like nature just decides to try something new, and even though it’s the same rotation, it’s always got it’s own spin. (Pardon the pun.)

And if nature gives itself permission, why not me, too?

Therefore, for this week I will initiate my first “Blogging Blast”, which is a blog per day for one whole week.  You can take that as a promise or a warning, whichever seems appropriate.  I realize this is no big deal for some veteran bloggers, and yes, I shamelessly use the scheduler without remorse.  And yes, I try to keep them to around 500 words, so granted, they are none of them literary tomes that will likely end up in the Library of Congress.  (Fear not!  My weekly “Not-My Poetry” will be published as scheduled.)

Regardless, each post will be published at 0800 (Central Time) so feel free to check in (or alternately go off the grid, just to be safe).

Here goes…..

Will somebody please push the “pause” button?

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When Joplin, Missouri, which is practically in our back yard, was hit by that mother of all Midwest tornadoes a few years ago, it was odd to see people out going to the mall as usual even though a quarter of their town just got blown off the map. Not being critical, it was just somehow surreal.

So without adding to the political commentary (and I’m sure there is plenty, not without reason), I interrupt my regularly scheduled blogging on this very humble site to pause in prayer:

Father, help.

To our brothers and sisters in France, our prayers and petitions are with you.

Hand me the drill, please

neuschwanstein-castle-467116_1280My tool box is not extensive.  And over the years I have at least had the limited wisdom and resources to gather in a few more specimens to adorn my garage walls: an electric sander, an electric drill, an electric saw; good grief!  Makes me appreciate our forebears prior to Ben Franklin’s little kite and key experiment.  Some things I have procured only AFTER trying to accomplish the job using,…something else.

Failing to use the correct tool for the job can be not only inconvenient, but downright dangerous.  A Phillips screwdriver does a lot better on a Phillips-head screw than, say, a table knife.  Ask me how I know.  I could give Continue reading “Hand me the drill, please”

Madison Avenue Blues

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Here’s my first offering on the category site for guest poets.  Composed by Robert L. Jones III, you can visit his website on mythology and all things superhero at: https://robertlambertjones3.wordpress.com/ (If you haven’t read my DISCLAIMER, please do…)  Feel free to leave comments, or perhaps click the poll rating below.  Thank you for your contribution to the art world of which I am definitely not a part….

MADISON AVENUE BLUES

Advertising slogans designed to persuade us to choose

Values that identify people by the products they use

Help to guarantee the consumer pays his dues.

 

Don’t you know the customer’s right, but he’s playing the game?

Habits can be modified; economic trends are explained,

Once the proper stimulus has the buyer trained.

 

            The beautiful people they put on the spots Continue reading “Madison Avenue Blues”

Needed: Drill Sargeants, inquire below

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I never saw Saving Private Ryan; don’t want to either, but I heard that the real heroes who were there gave that first twenty minutes their blessing as being pretty eye-popping accurate.   Maybe it was just in some other old movie I saw years ago, but a quote stuck in my head.  The scene was inside one of those small, flat-bottomed landing craft as it rapidly approached the beach at the invasion of Normandy in World War II.  To the anxious American soldiers, the commander in charge said, “Men, as soon as you step on that beach, you are a veteran.” 

Despite the popularity of GI Joe and similar movies, games, and consumer junk, there is absolutely nothing nice about war.  Nothing.  But war is part of human existence.   I reiterate what John Eldredge so aptly talks about in his book, Waking the Dead, that the backdrop of all life is, in fact, war.  It’s not what we were originally created for, but it is what it is, and now we are responsible for dealing with it.

Interestingly, the pattern of war started even before the human race came on the scene when Satan gathered his army and mounted his unsuccessful coup (what was he thinking???)  He was, unfortunately, Continue reading “Needed: Drill Sargeants, inquire below”

Proper way to wait

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“Yet those who wait for the Lord
Will gain new strength;
They will mount up with wings like eagles,
They will run and not get tired,
They will walk and not become weary.”

Thanks also to Pastor Lawrence Wilson for this comparison idea, and for the encouragement to “not take your ease, but take your position.”

Isaiah 40:31  New American Standard Bible (NASB) Copyright © 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1995 by The Lockman Foundation

NEW!! All for guest poets!!

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I am NOT a poet, to begin with.  That whole WordPress Poetry 101 will most probably (and thankfully, for them and for my dear readers) never see my name on their roster.

It’s not that I don’t appreciate poets; I’m married to one.  It’s just that poetry isn’t altogether my thing. 

I read the Aeneid once, and even understood about 70% of it, so I really am at least part human.  But I also relate along the lines of George Carlin’s “See my beard? Ain’t it weird?” paradigm. 

Having clarified that, I would like to offer to my readers a new category in my little cyberspace corner:

(Drum roll…)

NOT-MY POETRY

(I wanted to name it Pontifications Of Other’s Poetry, but was concerned that the acronym might be a bit off-putting for some of the more gentle folk.)

On Thursdays, I will be posting others’ poetical musings for your interpretation and review.  And if you have any to submit, feel free to add your URL in the comment section. 

You just never know who might be reading…(George Carlin would be proud.)

Campy, by any other name….

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Extremes.  I suppose it’s all a matter of perspective, as well as where you are on the cultural timeline.  What used to be viewed at insipid and grotesque can now be seen as tongue-in-cheek acceptable.  Only currently, it’s called “campy”.  From my professional orientation, “campy” indicated an intestinal bacteria that caused, well, things generally not printable except in medical contexts.  I see we also have an alternate definition:

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Camp (n.) and Campy (adj.): Being so extreme that it has an amusing and sometimes perversely sophisticated appeal. Over the top and farcical, intentionally exaggerated so as not to be taken seriously. Found primarily in Continue reading “Campy, by any other name….”