Brown Bear Brown Bear

"What was your favorite childhood book?"




I remember this book being read to me. I was in Kindergarden. After it was read to us, each day we had a color sheet of one of the animals. When we had all of the pages colored we had our own Brown Bear Brown Bear book.
I can't believe that I remember that. Funny what a topic makes you think of and remember.
That book is still my favorite childrens book.

Keep Typing

So, I'm supposed to journal after I get through eating. I have decide to blog.
You see, if I blog for ten minutes after I eat, then there is no point in going to throw up. (Lets see how long this works)
Its killing me to sit here and not get up and rush to the bathroom.
Keep typing, keep typing, keep typing!
Its only been two minutes!
Am I insane? I mean COME ON! I feel like I HAVE to go throw up and its hard to just sit here.
O goody! BF just called. I'm talking to her right now.
Six minutes down. Breath! Keep talking and typing.
Seven minutes!
Eight minutes!
Nine minutes!
Omg! I CAN do this.
Keep typing, keep typing, keep typing, keep typing, keep typing, keep typing.
10 minutes! Thank goddess. My food is digested.
I did it.

Childhood Day

"You can go back to your childhood for one day. What day and age will you choose?"

I bust though Mama Yarbourghs screen door and let it slam behind me. I then hear, "Don't let the door slam." I giggle, because I know that I will let it happen again...because I love the sound that it makes.
I run out into the yard. What a beautiful day. The sun is shining the flowers are blooming and all the family is here.
There is Papaw Yarbourgh, his mouth full of chewing tobaccky. There is cousin David chasing Christy with a snake. Papaw Griffin is sitting with the other men folk and they are just a talking. All my cousins are everywhere playing. Shawn, Josh and Jeremy are over on that tank...pretending its a train.
I run to the tree in the front yard with the thick vine that makes for a great swing. I climb on and swing. A cousin races by..."hey, I want to swing!" I jump off and go find cousin Jennifer. We decide we ARE going to eat those green apples off the the apple tree over yonder. "Don't eat those apples" warns Mama Griffin, "you will get a belly ache." We eat them anyways...but don't tell her that our belly's really do hurt.
"Time to eat" Papa Griffin says the prayer.
Food is piled up on every flat surface. Sweet Ice Tea and Root Beer to drink.
I get me a plate of Mama Yarbourghs chicken n' dumplins and one of Mama Griffins biscuits and put honey on it. I go and sit with the other cousins.
Eatin is done, time to go back and play. We decide to play baseball in Aunt Betty's field. "Batter up"
I need to pee. So Mama Griffin takes me to the back porch where the white bucket is. She has to hold on to me so my bottom doesn't fall through. "Mama, when is Papaw Yarbourgh gonna get the bathroom inside finished building?"
"Who wants ice cream?" "I do" well all yell. We all take turns to turn the ice cream bucket. Homemade, fresh vanilla goodness.
The women folk clean the kitchen and the men folk go for a walk in the fields and down by the pond. Us cousins play a game of tag.
Man its time to rest. We see those watermelons in the ice chest when we looked to see if there was anything to drink in them. Yummy! "I want watermelon" "Me too" "Hey Me too"
Mama Yarbourgh and Mama Griffin cut the watermelons...We sit under that big shade tree and eat our watermelon while the juice runs down our chin.
Its about dusk now...time to huge everyone goodbye. Well see them soon enough.
I huge my Mama and Papaw Yarbourgh. They are the best at giving hugs.
I get in the car with my Mama and brother. We all wave goodbye.

What a great day to go back to. It was nice seeing Mama and Papaw Yarbourgh and cousin David. I sure have missed them over the years.

Pigs

This is an email that I received. I see the truth in it.

A chemistry professor in a large college had some exchange students in the class. One day while the class was in the lab the Professor noticed one young man (exchange student) who kept rubbing his back, and stretching as if his back hurt.

The professor asked the young man what was the matter. The student told him he had a bullet lodged in his back.
He had been shot while fighting communists in his native country who were trying to overthrow his country's government and install a new communist government.. .

In the midst of his story he looked at the professor and asked a strange question. He asked, 'Do you know how to catch wild pigs?'
The professor thought it was a joke and asked for the punch line.
The young man said this was no joke.

'You catch wild pigs by finding a suitable place in the woods and putting corn on the ground.
The pigs find it and begin to come every day to eat the free corn.
When they are used to coming every day, you put a fence down one side of the place where they are used to coming.
When they get used to the fence, they begin to eat the corn again and you put up another side of the fence.
They get used to that and start to eat again.
You continue until you have all four sides of the fence up with a gate in the last side. The pigs, who are used to the free corn, start to come through the gate to eat, you slam the gate on them and catch the whole herd. Suddenly the wild pigs have lost their freedom. They run around and around inside the fence, but they are caught. Soon they go back to eating the free corn. They are so used to it that they have forgotten how to forage in the woods for themselves, so they accept their captivity. The young man then told the professor that is exactly what he sees happening to America.
The government keeps pushing us toward socialism and keeps spreading the free corn out in the form of programs such as supplemental income, tax credit for unearned income, tobacco subsidies, dairy subsidies, payments not to plant crops (CRP), welfare, medicine, drugs, etc.. While we continually lose our freedoms -- just a little at a time.
One should always remember: There is no such thing as a free lunch! Also, a politician will never provide a service for you cheaper than you can do it yourself.

Also, if you see that all of this wonderful government 'help' is a problem confronting the future of democracy in America, you might want to send this on to your friends.
If you think the free ride is essential to our way of life, then you will probably delete this email.
But may God help us when the gate slams shut!