Irish Hills

That was an earthquake baby!

I’m sure ya’all know about the earthquake weather down in Southern California, weird phenomina and all that. But it isn’t too often that we get an earthquake where we live, in fact, hardly ever, but today was an exception.

As we were peacefully sitting in church (I was in the nursery rocking a sleeping child) the excellent sermon was unexpectedly interrupted by a small earthquake that shook our church and shocked everybody. As I was in the nursery with another young mother, it somehow slipped our notice, but something that sounded like a 600 lb. man ran across the attic and we both wondered what it was. It just so happened to be a 5.2 earthquake that came down from the Sierras.

I was also in the famous Loma Prieta earthquake as a baby in my Mother’s arms. My Father was at his work in an office building and when he felt it he immediately fell the floor under his desk. Mommy dearest who was answering the doorbell, huddled us together and stood underneath the doorway. Soon after it was over, my Grandfather called to check on us and was one of the few people to get a call in during the aftermath of the quake.

I’m not sure which I would rather take: earthquakes, tsunamis or tornados?

Coram Deo! Graciebird

Good news: I recieved my packet with my application for docentship at the park.

Bad News: I’m tired, so I’ll be brief.

Good News: I played outside some with siblings, and got them drenched, not ONE drop of water touched me.

Bad News: Tomorrow is Sunday and after that is Monday but it’s generally agreed upon that Sunday’s are the best because that’s when you get to relax and actually realize that life is not all one long big run on sentance. *Gasps for Breath*

Good News: Tomorrow is Sunday. The day when I get to worship with fellow believers, fellowship afterwards and talk with my family when we are all collected in one place.

Bad News: Ben is creating a monster project with kittens and imovie and a notorious song dealing with cats and chinese food, and I’m in it.

Good News: I think that we have a bug in our system. And I’m sleepy, *yawn.*

Coram Deo! Gracie

New Poem!

Wilt Thou steer my frail black bark
O’er the dark broad ocean’s foam?
Wilt Thou come, O Lord, to my boat,
Where afloat, my will would roam?
Thine the mighty: Thine the small:
Thine to mark men fall, like rain;
God! wilt Thou grant aid to me
Who came o’er upheaving main?

I’ve been reading a great big book of Irish poetry lately, and am really enjoying the fresh unique style of the poetry, so far I’m only to about that 13th century in poems.

I decided that instead of creating a nature journal, like Mom has tried to get me to do many times, I’ll create a poetry journal, where I copy down the poems that I like, and make picures to go with it. Another poem that I really enjoy is The Triads of Ireland. There are a whole lot of variations to that poem, but the one that I read was very interesting.

Coram Deo! Graciebird

Our family car is a gigantic, green, fifteen passenger, Ford van. It’s lasted us for over ten years though it will probably be replaced soon. It’s name is Moby Pickle and it’s green. The interior of the car when it opens up gapes at you, and the seats have stains. But it’s a great car. It didn’t fail us even when the transmission melted on our steep drive and we had to walk up the hill in our Sunday clothes. Nope, the old monster still had a bit of life in it yet. Here the old thing is.

Don’t you think however that we would be better off if we each had one of these?

Coram Deo! Gracie

I enjoy cooking. But of late, my expertise has been under attack by a certain Someone who says that we don’t do enough real cooking. *Pause* so all those nice home cooked meals, breakfast, lunch and dinner don’t count as real cooking? Alright. Maybe a little home made pasta will satisy the appetite?

So off to the cookbooks I go. I have to say, I really prefer cooking hearty farm meals. The sort that sustains you, baked beans, fried chicken and all that jazz. Not that we make that sort of meal all that often. Perhaps I haven’t been cooking the things that my brothers really want. Ben says that he would like home made bagels, and pasta with white sauce; be glad to oblige you Ben, just make up a list of all the food items that I need to retrieve and I’ll make it for you.

Anybody want a home made doughnut?

Coram Deo!

Yes, I hear the sigh. Ya’all knew that this would be coming sooner or later didn’t you? Well right now it’s all I feel up to so here you are!

You’re Vietnam!
After years of muddling through on your own, you’ve finally repaired
yourself to a point of respectability.  You would have been much better off had
people you didn’t like not kept insisting on spending so much time with you.  But
those times are fading quickly and these days you’re pretty sure you won’t get burned.
 Star power!
Take
the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid

I wonder why I wasn’t Ireland, I doubt that choice was in there.

Editor’s Note

I neglected to say that I found this at Naddy’s Blog. Thanks Naddy! Irish Hills gives you a shamrock!

Coram Deo! Gracie