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  • August 30, 2010

Falls coming up and I’m going to describe it. Don’t know why….

 Summer’s brilliance slowly fades into the distance and Autumn shyly peeks her head out. She is seemingly inferior to Summer’s glory and radiance at first. She starts small. Wispy breezes  float down from the mountains.The leaves change color slowly at first, only gradually becoming a soft yellow green. She gently urges the animals to collect food before Winter comes. The days turn chilly and Autumn watches in silent joy as young people cuddle together in front of the blazing fire. The leave continue slowly changing, the winds pick up speed. Then  Autumn glides gracefully out of hiding. The leaves fall from the trees in magnificent shades of ambers, and yellows, and oranges. She tenderly drapes the land in a thick fog, engulfing the horizon with the clouds. A gust scatters to the wind the pile of leaves a child had gathered together. Some days the sun shines, but some days the rain comes pouring down. It drips through the gaps in the trees and soaks the ground in it’s wake. Autumn peers down at the children skipping in the mud. She giggles in glee and continues her work. The rain soon stops and she brings out the sun as she strolls through the grain field. She adds a breeze for good measure and watches in bliss as the stalks wave in the wind. She observes the harvesters and their machines picking the grain. After four months of delightful labor the branches hang bare, the animals begin hibernation, and all is prepared for Winter’s arrival. In sadness, Autumn bids farewell to Earth and greets Winter as he approaches to begin his work. With one last longing glance, Autumn departs, yearning for the day when she may come again….

K’ay, so, that’s about it…. hope y’all like it.


While this man is clearly on the other side of the fence from me with regard to a few of his “facts”, he does present what at first blush seems to like a reasonable set of questions?

While I think I agree with what he is getting at, I find it amusing how many of his questions (and statements) contradict each other. I’ll break one of his rules also and leave pointing them out as an exercise for the reader.

I recieved an e-mail this morning about Mr. Moore. He is a judge in Alabama who was sued by the ACLU for refusing to remove the Ten Commandments that were hung in his court room foyer. After he was removed from office he wrote the following poem:

America the beautiful,

or so you used to be.

Land of the Pilgrim’s pride;

I’m glad they’ll never see.

Babies piled in dumpsters,

Abortion on demand,

Oh, sweet land of liberty,

your house is on the sand.

Our children wander aimlessly

poisoned be cocaine

choosing to induldge their lusts,

when GOD has said abstain.

From sea to shining sea,

our Nation turns away

From the teachings of GOD’s love

and a need to always pray.

We’ve kept GOD in our temples,

how callous we have grown.

When earth is but His footstool,

and Heaven is His throne.

We’ve voted in a goverment

that’s rotteing at the core,

Appointing GODless Judges;

who throw reason out the door,

Too soft to place a killer

in a well deserved tomb,

but brave enough to kill a baby

before he leaves the womb.

You think that GOD’s not angry

that our lands a moral slum?

How much longer will He wait

before His judgment comes?

How are we to face our GOD

from who we cannot hide?

What then is left for us to do,

but stem this evil tide?

If we who are his children,

will humbly turn and pray;

Seek His holly face

and mend our  evil way:

Then GOD will hear from Heaven;

and forgive us of our sins,

He’ll heal our sickly land

and those who  live within.

But, America the beautiful,

If you don’t then you will see,

A sad but Holy GOD

withdraw His hand from Thee.

~~Judge Roy Moore~~

I humbly ask for prayer for him, please bless him as you go about your day.

Your sister in CHRIST


I would like to recomend this site www.thewarriorempires.proboards.com It was created by my friend. It is an appropriate site that is progressing to a role playing game based on the story we are writting. If you have any sugestions or coments please say so and contact us. I hope you enjoy it allthough theres not much there.

Hannah aka Kioshi

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  • March 5, 2009

T’was during World War II,

I had a red balloon.

It was much like a fish,

And it glowed as the moon.

I also had a suit

With pom-poms on each boot.

It had a robot pup;

The pup could play the flute.

I had a bottle too,

That, when I pulled the ring,

It made a little “Pop!”,

And out came lots of string.

But all these things are gone;

I do not have them now.

For during World War II,

My stuff just went, “Ka-pow!”

I made this corny little poem as a school assignment, and got dad to LOL.

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  • February 3, 2009

Hi all! I found this awesoume new game: Portal! It allows youto create portals through sections of rooms, and then travel nearly anywhere! Here’s the link for the Wikipedia page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portal_(video_game).

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  • January 28, 2009

At a bridal shower ,my mom and I went to on saturday,it started snowing. Of course we didn’t find out until one of my freinds, with dark brown hair, went out side. By the next morning there was snow all over. A day later there was ice on the ground and roads. Luckily no one got hurt. Snows fun, but not right now.Abi I hope it won’t countinue.Whaa?

Thats all,

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  • January 24, 2009

A bit of good news: I found version three of super mario flash. It has three new monsters, a few new pipe pieces, and (my fave) warp points! Here’s the URL: http://pouetpu.pbwiki.com/SMF_480X360

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  • April 5, 2008

Old Version

The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.

Moral of the Story

Be responsible for yourself!

New Version

The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving. All the networks show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food. America is stunned by the sharp contrast.

How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

Kermit the Frog appears on a talk show with the grasshopper, and everybody cries when they sing, “It’s Not Easy Being Green.”

A political activist stages a demonstration in front of the ant’s house where the news stations film the group singing, “We shall overcome.” He then has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper’s sake.

Politicians exclaim in an interview on a different talk show that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his fair share.

Finally, the EEOC drafts the Economic Equity and Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the government.

A senator gets their old law firm to represent the grasshopper in a defamation suit against the ant, and the case is tried before a panel of federal judges that the President appointed from a list of single-parent welfare recipients.

The ant loses the case.

The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ant’s food while the government house he is in, which just happens to be the ant’s old house, crumbles around him because he doesn’t maintain it.

The ant has disappeared in the snow. The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the once peaceful neighborhood.

Moral of the Story

Be careful how you vote.