Just sayin,
I, for one, will shout out my gratitude for the sacrifice made on Calvary!
The temple veil was torn…
The stone was rolled away…
Jesus mended the bridge we burned,
opening up the way for us!
There is no greater gift!
No cookies needed here…
Confetti, maybe…
Step 1 – The first thing to keep in mind, is that we must be very very quiet. Approach slowly, making no sudden movements or noises.
Step 2 – Make sure that you have brought enough bags of seeds, as they often congregate in large groups.
Step 3 – If you can whistle, they seem to love that, so whistle away.
Step 4 – Most often they will come right down and settle on your shoulders, head, or even the camera.
I don’t think they will bite you, unless you try harm them or put em in a cage or something. I’m not an expert Budgie approacher, so I can only write about my own safe practices. I simply try to capture pictures, feed them yummy seeds, and if I am incredibly gentle, they will allow me to pet them on their fluffy heads.
All in all, I feel rather confident in sharing my tips on how to approach a Budgie… wait… oh… oops! I thought the question asked me to describe my approach to Budgies, not Budgets. My bad… as far as talking about budgets… it’s for the birds!
Here, have some Budgie Biscuits…
And yes, from California to the New York Islands… all of it!
It is very hard for me to write a respectable answer today, now that WordPress has my criminal history and everyone now knows that I would sell my freedom down the river for a boy and a football game… hey, maybe that does reflect patriotism.
Anyways, I don’t wish to ruin my Friday morning coffee moments with a bunch of patriotic mumbo jumbo that will bore the ever loving socks off all who venture into the Lobby.
This website should reflect my love of God, love of life, and love for you guys… beyond that, there isn’t much else I wish to be transparent with… just sayin…
Here, have a Friday morning cookie with me…
The down side to being so smart is that one cannot pretend ignorance about a great many things, one of which is the law.
I have in fact broken the law… many times, in fact, but I’m not about to divulge them to you. Well, maybe just a bit.
When you are a runaway child and your hungry that’s one thing, but when you are tucked into a foster home that feeds you and houses you… now it has become another thing all together.
One time, when I was about 14 years old, myself and my roomie decided to do a runner… but not a normal runner, just to her parents house. She’d been getting into trouble in school, so her parents did a kind of tough love tactic by putting her temporarily into foster care. She was a bit of a bad girl, now that I think about it, but I digress. Anyway, her parents had gone out of town, so their house was empty for super bowl weekend. We took it upon ourselves to hook up with two boys from school and break into her parents house to eat drink and be merry, so to speak.
What we didn’t know, was that her parents had put the house under watch, due to her unreliable teenage behavior. Someone saw us break in, immediately calling the police to report our teenage invasion. I think her parents must have been so ready for her shenanigans, they had given all authority to the police to basically scare the teenager right out of us.
One minute we were lounging on the couch, NOT watching the football game, and the next minute, the front door literally flew off its hinges as the coppers broke the door open and shouted their arrival all at the same time! Dirty cards, in my opinion… I was of the understanding that they are to announce first, and then enter! Not in this case, they didn’t! The next thing I knew, I was face down on the lawn, someone’s knee in my back, and cuffs were being roughly put on my 14 year old wrists.
I was then hauled to the pokey, where they tried to scare me straight by leaving me in a urine and feces marked holding cell for some hours.
F.Y.I. when you are trying to scare a teenager who has been assaulted and mistreated on a vile level… your peepee room only pisses her off! Just sayin…
To be honest, we all have a conscience that enables us to question the legality of a thing… I was 14 and I knew wrong from right, in fact, I understood it at a far younger level than most.
The idea of unintentionally breaking a law is sort of an impossibility for most individuals, if you think about it, because the law has been placed in order for you to know NOT to do it. I’m just glad the question didn’t ask if you’ve ever unintentionally disregarded a warning label… it’s a real eye opener to realize that some folks need to be warned NOT to drink the acid out of a car battery!
Here, have a cookie…
It would make more sense if the prompt asked me what I would title an auto biography… how on earth would I know what somebody else might write about me, therefore knowing what they might be inclined to use as an appropriate title?
Not to be disrespectful towards someone writing about my life other than myself, but currently, there isn’t anyone close enough to know what might be written. I have no more than three people that I consider even remotely familiar enough to write about my life, none of which are writers.
I did, in fact, write my own story down for others to read, but I’m still not sure why. Nobody that I thought would read it, ever took the time or made the effort to read it! My own biological sister rejected my words before she ever got past the introduction… not joking!
If my own sister, as well as my children seem averse to giving me any grace, at all… well, perhaps the writing was more for me than it was for anyone else.
I imagine that if anyone wrote of me, it might only be things under the title of
She Wore a Scarlet Letter, or Sins of Her Past, or maybe The Unlovable
Thank goodness that I don’t buy into others opinions of me any longer, but rather, I look upon the book of another, in whose pages I seem to keep finding entry after entry about my very life. As it happens, the book has already been written and has been in circulation for many many years. Due to the reputation this book holds, and as I know the author pretty well, I wouldn’t dream of suggesting we change the title that graces its’ cover.
By now you have most likely guessed the name of this publication, but just to ensure you and I are on the same page here, the title of the book is called The Holy Bible. When I asked the author if I could share the title of His work, He was happy that I should do so… suggesting that anyone wishing to find their life written into this book, might feel free to use this title for their prompt answer, as well.
Here, have a cookie…
What were your parents doing at your age?
As no one, especially me, could give a hoot what my parents were doing at my age… I will bless you with not answering so specifically.
I will briefly reflect on the times.
Here are a few things I would expect they saw…
I think this should leave a lasting impression, don’t you?
Here, have a cookie…
No, I don’t mean break the law! I mean break down this wordy daily prompt question… cause I’m not sure I can even come up with a worthy answer.
I feel like I have entered into a Dr. Seuss style inquiry… I mean, come on! Firstly, one has to consider how much power needed to even effectively attempt a change. Am I the only one to fully realize that if you were not born into the life of groomed and planned political life, there isn’t much power available left for changing anything, aside from a bad lightbulb.
Secondly, haven’t we already learned about cause and effect, enough to understand what has to go into choosing, changing, and putting into effect, any one singular law? If we haven’t even been able to brave the idea of going back and changing our own past, for fear of how it might effect the present or even the future… why do we think it would be any easier to choose a law to overturn and rewrite for the masses?
Thirdly, asking any one person why they would choose one thing over another, is so open to any manner of reasonings as to their motives for change. It comes down to the individuals perspective, sometimes healthy and sound, while at other times very judgmental and destructive. If the saying goes that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then it stands to reason that so to is ugliness and self preservation. This why stuff can be a good thing when seeking understanding of something, to a point, but then can become somewhat of a slippery slope.
I am a child of God, following one set of laws… HIS! There is no need for change here, and as the bible instructs, we are to honor our Government, out of reverence for God… not man. Because of this, I find myself unable to answer the prompt with any one specific law to change. Even Thomas Jefferson was adamant about not mixing matters of Church and State. See, I don’t ONLY read the Bible!
Here, have a cookie…
Though I feel that you have already been shown ideas of my dream home, I did try to come up with some clearer visions for you to enjoy.
While I enjoy the look of a shingled roof, I decided that I much prefer thatch, or even moss. I think it blends into the forest a bit more naturally.
As much as I liked the little creature sitting near the porch, it seemed too lonely for my liking, so back to the drawing board I went.
After all my efforts to add more creatures into this dream home, I was now faced with having a house too small to fit everyone, because… duh… they would obviously be staying with me inside, as I’m not barbarian that would make them sleep out in the cold.
After all that effort to come up with a great answer to the daily prompt, I have simply gone back to my favorite place…
If a thing’s not broken, why try to fix it? You’ll find me in the barn…
I don’t even have to make you cookies today, as the babies have made you popcorn!
Sometimes too many words spoken, can spoil the beauty of the message, so I will keep my prompt answer short, and to the point…
Let all that I am praise the LORD; with my whole heart, I will praise his holy name. Let all that I am praise the LORD; may I never forget the good things he does for me. He forgives all my sins and heals all my diseases. He redeems me from death and crowns me with love and tender mercies. Psalm 103: 1-5
Have a muffin this morning… I don’t feel like cookies today, do you?
Blueberry muffins, with those little crumbly bits on the top, have to be my all time favorite muffin… what’s yours?
The older I get, the more things I add to the list of bygone days…
There was camping, swimming, biking, hiking,
Barbies, babies, drinking, dancing, horse riding,
motorcycles, mopeds, sand dune climbing, river rafting,
drive-in theatres, frat parties, sunbathing,
boy chasing, love making, chance taking…
Just call me the Risk Junkie, cause if it looked scary, I’d be trying to do it!
It’s like that song about the song that never ends, my list does in fact go on and on and on…
Life changes for us all on that big wheel of time, and while some things change or disappear as we get older, we still find plenty of activities and hobbies to bring us pleasure, they might just look a bit different.
I might not bike and hike like I used to, nor can I “CAMP” without a mattress inside of an RV, but I do walk along a lovely river in the woods nearly every day, leaving me filled with just as much pleasure being outdoors, as it did back in the day.
I could go back through my whole list of things I did when I was younger, explaining to you how each one of them has changed over the years… but I suspect that your own lives come with similar lists. We are all on the same wheel of time, just at differing places on it’s cycles of motion.
Where one activity stops, slows, or loses my interest… another surfaces to bring me just as much joy and pleasure… just different, and maybe even better than that of the past.
Just sayin,
Here, have a cookie…
Journey With Me! 