Thursday, December 31, 2009

2009 - The End

Our Son1 came home.  Our Little Loo celebrated her third year as a Rocky Mountain Bride.  Our Son2 was a hero to his little girl and us all, slaying more dragons than anyone would want to meet in a lifetime.  Our Son3 joined the workforce, leaving a hole in the home.  Our Son4 stepped into his man-shoes, tightening the slack in the rope around the farm.  Our bammy passed away.  New chicks lived in the living room for 3 weeks, which was 2 weeks longer than they were cute.  I repeatedly prayed my way out of (vociferously) demanding an apology from everyone who voted for Obi.  I developed a compulsive interest in weaving ... which will follow me on January 1st to my new blog, NottaLotta Acres 2010, as this one ('07-'09) is officially retired.

If you've been following here or visiting here, do make a note of the new location and come along with me, where you can sign-up to follow again or just poke around from time-to-time, when the mood strikes.

Audio Sermon: Examine Yourself by Paul Washer

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.  He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.  He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.  Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.  Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.  Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.  Psalm 23

Sunday, December 27, 2009

She's Gonna Weave

Having stuffed our humble home with mountains (okay, foothills) of fabric and yarn, it seems fitting that I do something to diminish the burgeoning stashes.  I don't knit all that fast, and I seem lately to be allergic to the sewing machine.  So I'm planning to weave.  I'm excited by the prospect and would have opened an Etsy shop by now, but common sense popped up out of nowhere, staying my flying internet fingers, and I'm going to learn first whether or not I can crank out anything more aesthetically pleasing than a clown's nap-mat.  There may just not be that many clowns feeling sleepy, so I shouldn't bother Etsy just yet.  Who is Etsy anyway?  Betsy-Wetsy's younger sister?

So on the heels of the hours of online studying which ate several of my recent days and turned my eyes a lovely, pastel pink, and having said, "Yes, I'm sure you can!" the necessary number of times, my Charles(not) and Son4 have made me a peg loom.  I won't unveil the finished product yet, because A) the stain is still curing so it's unassembled, and B) I want to wait until the first of the year.  But here are the bits:

If you're a US citizen and not all about looms, you might be asking, "What on earth?"  If, however, you're all about looms or live in the UK, this will have looked quite like the bits of a peg loom ... which is not a frame loom, erroneously called a peg loom by some in the US.  Or never mind and whatever.  That's my peg loom, and I'm stickin' to my story.  A couple of pegged frame looms are in my very near future.

That's all.  So I'll weave now.  "Oh?  Where are you going?" ← Newest joke around here.

Be glad in the Lord, and rejoice, ye righteous: and shout for joy, all ye that are upright in heart.  ~Psalm 32:11

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Rejecting All Else

Quoted by and from The Berean Call
December 22, 2009; Our Daily Updates

Accepting Christ Means Rejecting All Else

"The notion that we enter the Christian life by an act of acceptance is true, but that is not all the truth.  There is much more to it than that.  Christianity involves an acceptance and a repudiation, an affirmation and a denial.  And this not only at the moment of conversion but continually thereafter day by day in all the battle of life till the great conflict is over and the Christian is home from the wars.  To live a life wholly positive is, fortunately, impossible.  Were any man able to do such a thing it could be only for a moment.  Living positively would be like inhaling continuously without exhaling.  Aside from its being impossible, it would be fatal.  Exhalation is as necessary to life as inhalation.  To accept Christ it is necessary that we reject whatever is contrary to Him.  This is a fact often overlooked by eager evangelists bent on getting results.  Like the salesman who talks up the good points of his product and conceals its disadvantages, the badly informed soulwinner stresses the positive side of things at the expense of the negative."
--A.W. Tozer the expense of the soul.

From that time Jesus began to preach, and to say, Repent: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.  ~Matthew 4:17

Monday, December 21, 2009

Smack the Penguin

Willow sent me this one.  Isn't it great, when your friends know exactly what will bring cheer to your life?

You really must take some time out of your day to SMACK THE PENGUIN.  [Directions: Load the Smack the Penguin site.  Click once to make the penguin leap; click again to make Yeti take a swing.]

Then, it'll complete my cheer, if you post your high scores in the comment section.  I'd offer a prize to the highest scorer, but the only good stuff I have, I won't share.  So whack the bird around, just for the fun of it ... or just because you're so stinking competitive that you MUST beat my own high score: 322.9 feet.  Of course, I only played for about 7 minutes, so if you become addicted to the game and send the penguin to the moon, people may suspect you're a sloth.  What a dilemma, eh?

For a plethora of penguin games, none of the rest of which I've played (so don't blame me if any are ucky), poke → here ← .

A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.  ~Proverbs 15:3

Sunday, December 20, 2009

From The Viscount Monckton of Brenchley in Copenhagen

Lord Monckton Assaulted to the point of unconsciousness by EuroThug Police at Copenhagen

The Sonoran Weekly Review

"One of them began the now familiar technique of manhandling me, in the same fashion as one of his colleagues had done the previous day.

Once again, conscious that a police helicopter with a high-resolution camera was hovering overhead, I thrust my hands into my pockets in accordance with the St. John Ambulance crowd-control training, looked my assailant in the eye and told him, quietly but firmly, to take his hands off me.

He complied, but then decided to have another go. I told him a second time, and he let go a second time. I turned to go and, after I had turned my back, he gave me a mighty shove that flung me to the ground and knocked me out."
Read the full report here

Through thy precepts I get understanding: therefore I hate every false way.  Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.  ~Psalm 119:104, 105