Junk Mail & Haters

It is so funny that people get viruses. Now, I know sometime people get email in their boxes that 'sound' like a real email, or that maybe it is very important because it sayd so in the title. But I have chosen the recipient of my
"Keep On Trying Bud, You Suck at Sending Out Junk Emails" Award...this guy...

SUBJ: Fw[1]:HI Meeiyzdgobiot
FROM: cnrzzqjfcexeba@ server.com

NOW REALLY! Why in the world would I ever open this? You may be thinking ' well that was generated byt a computer program.' Ok then, I have another award:
"Keep On Trying Bud, You Suck at Designing Programs That Send Out Junk Emails" Award.

My friend Randy has been struggling with some family issues. His siblings and paarents dont like that he goes to Mars Hill or that he is dating a Catholic girl. If you have kept up, you know how hard they have been on him for it. Well, he is now engaged to this sweet young Catholic girl and they are getting married next July.

On Sunday, Randy's siblings disowned him. Yes - they told him they wanted to cut all ties'. They said they would not be at his wedding, would not stand up for him, and that he wasn't welcome. He was crushed I am sure. Although he didn't show it to us. He had been very angry and upset all day and was worn out by bible study time.

I don't understand. How can people, FAMILY, choose to say that, because you worship at another building, you are not worthy of their presence or that by being around you they may be poisened.

We worship the same God! We love Him just as much! We don't worship idols, or snakes, or wear Nikes in anticipation of the coming of the aliens! We are CHRISTIANS, or at least trying to be. We worship the same FATHER, and yet cannot call each other brother or sister? What kind of living is that?

This song, byt Brad Paisley, reminds me how wonderful heaven will be, when we are all on the other side and have all these silly questions and decisions taken away - the blinders removed - and all we see is Love from the Father.

When I get where I'm going
On the far side of the sky
The first thing that I'm gonna do
Is spread my wings and fly

I'm gonna land beside a lion
And run my fingers through his mane
Or I might find out what it's like
To ride a drop of rain

Yeah when I get where I'm going
There'll be only happy tears
I will shed the sins and struggles
I have carried all these years
And I'll leave my heart wide open
I will love and have no fear
Yeah when I get where I'm going
Don't cry for me down here

So much pain and so much darkness
In this world we stumble through
All these questions I can't answer
So much work to do

But when I get where I'm going
And I see my maker's face
I'll stand forever in the light
Of his amazing grace
Yeah when I get where I'm going
There'll be only happy tears
Hallelujah
I will love and have no fear
When I get where I'm going
Yeah when I get where I'm going

Corrective Maintenance

Yes - the anonymous blogging commentor strikes agin, leting me know that I dated my fish's birth and death dates as 2006. WHOOPS!

It IS still 2005. Sorry about the cunfusion. But since only 3 people read this, 1 of whom I don't know the identity, (NOTE: mayhaps we should refer to them as C. Smith) I am not too worried.

Thanks, Nony Mous.

Why It Sucks To Be A Spider

It's like a wordless picture poem...

"Nemo" Strikes Close to Home

Following a vast array of pet stories recently on my linked blogs below, I have the opportunity to share one too.

**AUTHOR'S NOTE: I spilled Coke on y keyboard and some of the keys don't work all the time, naely the "m" key...see what I ean? Please excuse y ess here. Sorry.**

WARNING: What your about to read is graphic. There is nothing happy about it. It is sad. If you don't think it is sad you are heartless, or don't understand the bond that can be made between a man and his pet fish. (TJ, most fish may only be able to remember things for 3 seconds - but my first are trained and brilliant. In fact, one of them pooped E=MC2 on the side of the tank. Brilliant, I say.)

Circa 2004 there was a movie released: "Finding Nemo." It seems little Nemo the fish (which is "omen" backwards ... I should have seen all this trauma coming) undergoes some really fun adventures in the wide open sea. Well, while he is captured in the dentists fish tank, he gets sucked into the water recycler thingy. I hope you see where this is going.


When I feed my fish (which is about 2-3 times a day) I go up to the aquarium, and tap on the glass. They all come running (well, swimming) to the front and frenzy in order to try and get to my fingers. They know them. They are friendly fingers. Last night at 1130 I was going to give them a last snack (since I hadn't fed them all day) and I only saw 3 come to the front. - but I have 4. I bent down quickly, surveying the tank for Crazy Eddie and where he might be. That is when I saw it.

Eddie, known in fishdom for swimming upside down, running into thr side of the tank, inspecting the pumps, etc., was against the sucker part of the water recycler - he was tuck. Upon closer evaluation, his tail had been sucked into the pipe, and was lodged between the slits in the end of it. He was breathing, but it was labored. I rushed in, hand first, and gently pulled him free. The current in the auqarium sne him spinning and in circles, and he seemed to lack the bouyancy or will to fight it.

I put him in aholding tank (a glass baking dish) overnight, with some food - hoping he would eat and find the strength to learn to swim again. What follows, is his fate.

RIP
Edward "Crazy Eddie" Fish
February 14th, 2006 - October 5, 2006

Eddie is survived by Laverne, Shirley, and Pete.
Eddie went to the big ocean in the sky late Wednesday
to meet Jaques and Homer, his late snail friends.
Eddie was a good fish, always jubilant and roudy.
He was a little slow, but he is a fish - his brain in naturally small.
We will miss his "swiming against the current" attitude,
when he would fight the skull that bubbled,
and his overall zest for life.

For You I'd Wait

Coldplay has a funny way of saying things. Perhaps this song is about Christ. Or perhaps it is about you. But either way, it is about

Love
Trust
Anticipation

Steal my heart and hold my tongue
I feel my time, my time has come
Let me in, unlock the door
I never felt this way before

And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummer begins to drum
I don’t know which way i’m going
I don’t know which way i’ve come

Hold my head inside your hands
I need someone who understands
I need someone, someone who hears
For you i’ve waited all these years
For you i’d wait til kingdom come
Until my day, my day is done
And say you’ll come and set me free
Just say you’ll wait, you’ll wait for me

I Love you, babe...I can't wait until March....
-me