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Come hang out and rock and read with me here...

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Chin Up!

My "hold your chin up" post. In more ways than one. My fence post where I think and hold my chin up as I look out at God's great big world beyond fences and get a better perspective and also my online "post" about keeping your chin up. PIMP LOL. Have a fun day. Chin up! Signed, The Vox With The Jokes


“UNHINGED!” Don't become unhinged that this story is a bit long. It's worth it. If ya drive by our chocolate and raspberry watermelon home and see our garage door all wee-wunky, don’t laugh or make fun or judge, stop and help us fix it. No, I’m not kidding. Came off its hinges last night. Good thing we didn’t. Kinda getting used to things breaking. No. I don’t want them to. And, no! Don’t pity us. Nope. Just sayin’. Happens a lot and we pray a lot. Fix a lot. So, if our garage door bugs you? You can laugh with us while you stop by and help us fix it, cuz it really bugs me. ‘specially after doing so much to the house and yard work and garden and all. I may be a Pennsylfloridavania hillbilly, but the OCD Victorian in me likes things to look good. But, the important thing is that life does become unhinged! But we need not! How? It hinges on where you take your unhinging. Me? God. He doesn’t need hinges to hang the moon or the sun or the stars, so He seems to know a lot about it. One more thing? You just never know when someone is unhinged. Sometimes, we so should apply hushness ‘stead of harshness. What? Hush my mouth! A quiet smile of understanding and a hand on the shoulder lets them hear God 'stead of us and lets God do His job. God never asked us to apply for His job. Just apply His job. Sometimes, we apply elbow grease and sometimes balm. But, we always apply within. Stop and help someone today. Helping unhinges. Photo of unhinged garage door and unhinged me. PIMP LOL. You can’t see the hinge under my hair but you can see the wooden pink door and hinge that holds my guts!!! UPDATE: we just surveyed the whole garage door thing and fixed it ourselves with 4 hands , 2 ladders and 2 brains. Yay! Thing is? When it came unhinged yesterday, it was so loud and springy and I just knew I was dead. I haven’t sp[rung into action and ran that fast out of the slightly opened garage door about to fall on me, since I was ‘bout 10 years old. Wow. Still got the flexible gymnastics attitude. Not so much the bod, but the attitude. I could have really gotten hurt bad. So thankful. Sam was like…wow and you lived to see it! Anyways, all fixed. One more life unhinge back on track. For now… Oh! And, speaking of garages? It's where we do tune-ups and up tunes, sometimes. Unplugged covers on a cell phone to just have fun and scare the neighbors. So, here's a fave from the garage of our hearts after my signature. Signed, I Get A Rush From A Hush Says The Li’l Too Observant Li’l Servant

Wednesday, June 11, 2014


So, I’m feelin’ a li’l meloncallin’me today. PIMP LOL. Have my fave watermelon colored summer top on and it got me thinking of the watermelon in the fridge. Got my hopes all up, again! Yuck. Why did they have to mess with perfection. I miss the big hunkin’ green watermelon with huge black seeds and the sweet nectar of melon awaiting inside to gorge and devour. They had to screw them up by trying to make seedless? Seedless? Really? How lame. Seeds are necessary for sweet life. I want a good watermelon so bad. Used to eat 1 a week forever. And, the spittin’ the seeds out kept us from getting addicted to chew. JK! But, ya laughed! Now, that would be a funny photo op. Anyways, gonna take my meloncallinme and my melancholy to God. He makes good from spit. And, spit’s about all we got today. No rain. But, I did get to take some shots of the ever so lovely and colorful purple Passion Flower in our yard. The butterflies of PSJ had all met here this morning I believe. Gorgeous ones flying all over the flowers. What a site! Anyways, about the flower? The Anglicized name, "passion" flower refers to the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ. The name and the flower itself are filled with symbolism. The 5 petals and the 5 sepals are said to represent the 10 faithful apostles (omitting Peter? and Judas). The tips of the leaves suggest the point of the centurion's spear. The central flower column denotes the pillar of the scourging. The flower's tendrils resemble the whips used in the flagellation. The corona filaments are compared to Christ's crown of thorns. The three stigma are called the nails, and the five anthers reflect the 5 sacred wounds, while the red stains recall the blood of Christ. Well, speaking of passion? When you’re passionate about something you will walk, run or crawl if you have to make a milestone. My milestones, a lot of times, find me down in the stones and gravel and mud just a' crawling my heart and knees out to mark them. That's okay cuz I've met lots of fine Marks in that crawl space. And, Paul's and John's and Mary's and Jesus. And, prolly, you. We all have to remember how to crawl cuz it may be our only option. Or theirs. And, speaking of lovely colors? I woke up from a bad, sad dream. So real. Felt lost and drawing blanks on why. Prayed and got my morning going but, it got me thinking. I might draw a blank, but at least I draw it in color. I might get painted black, but my true colors will show through my canvas. Life’s not always easel-y. I might get written off, but I will not be erased. I, sometimes, speak no words, so I might not be sentenced. We hold life at our fingertips. Let’s be kreatively kind huemans when we draw our conclusions or before we write others off. Like God is with us. He imparts Art when dealing with us. The Art of love. You know that guy? Art? He gets lost, sometimes. Art is gentle, kind, patient, forgiving wrongs, giving 2nd chances and loving huemans. Yes, I, might draw a blank, either because I can’t remember the answer, or I don’t want to, but I can do it in color. Huemor and hope come in all colors. Love doesn’t have to be a lost art. There! I just put all this week’s blog stories into one. Longer for you, but easier for me. Thanks, for taking time to read it. Oh! And, if you'd like to see the photos better? Click on the them to get the bigger picture. PIMP LOL. BTW? I find it totally bizarre that they include Peter with Judas. Not right. Signed, Makin' A Mark In The Dark & Finding A Call In The Crawl While I Chew & Yell ‘bout The New Mel

Thursday, June 5, 2014


So, I do a lot of thinking outside on my porch. My porch ponders. It’s not a big fancy porch on the front of a big Victorian home like in my dreams, but it’s a pretty place to ponder. Anyways, I was sitting here looking at my antique sewing rocker that I got from my Dad when I was pregnant. We found in an old antique store. Which got me  thinking about antiques. The reason we even have antiques is because people take pride in creating and take pride in caring for things over a long period of time without fail. Antique survival requires attention to the smallest details both in creating and caring. To have history something has to survive. To be an antiquity, something has to have history. The word antiquity got me thinking on iniquity. You know? Those wicked unfair acts that we def don’t want to survive. Iniquities also requre attention to the smallest detail if we want them NOT to survive. When we are in the iniquity, we just want to quit, right? In I quit -y? Because I don't want it to become part of my history! We want to quit the iniquity and do not let it become part of our history.  Part of our past. Part of what has passed, more like! So, we can become the fine antiquities God intended. The kind that make history. God forgives the iniquities so we can become antiquities. As far as the east is from the west. Wow. That's all got to say. Wow.  Oh! And, yes, I had a ball out on the porch and hanging outside today with Mason. Ha ha. Get it? Mason? Ball? Maker of the mason? Had a Ball filled with ice cold refreshing water! Whilst God refreshed me with the Water Of Life. Washes away the iniquities before they become antiquities.   Signed, The Antique Freak