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Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Be Strong And Of A Good Courage
If you haven't read about Joshua lately, I hope you will do so. A few of us "internet friends" are reading it together, and the Book of Joshua contains such wonderful reminders and words of encouragement.
Jos 1:6 Be strong and of a good courage: for unto this people shalt thou divide for an inheritance the land, which I sware unto their fathers to give them.
Jos 1:9 Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.
Jos 1:18 Whosoever he be that doth rebel against thy commandment, and will not hearken unto thy words in all that thou commandest him, he shall be put to death: only be strong and of a good courage.
Jos 10:25 And Joshua said unto them, Fear not, nor be dismayed, be strong and of good courage: for thus shall the LORD do to all your enemies against whom ye fight.
Jos 1:6 Be strong and of a good courage: for unto this people shalt thou divide for an inheritance the land, which I sware unto their fathers to give them.
Jos 1:9 Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.
Jos 1:18 Whosoever he be that doth rebel against thy commandment, and will not hearken unto thy words in all that thou commandest him, he shall be put to death: only be strong and of a good courage.
Jos 10:25 And Joshua said unto them, Fear not, nor be dismayed, be strong and of good courage: for thus shall the LORD do to all your enemies against whom ye fight.
Dreaming of CB Radios
So, most of you know I have weird dreams. But, then there are those times when I have a REALLY weird one. And, Saturday morning was one of those times. I don't know whether to attribute this to the cold or the cold medicine. Either way, it's a doozie.
Part of the fun is trying to figure out what prompted particular points of the dream. I think it all started with Michael's Pappy's 9/6/07 post on Roger and Willco. It reminded me of the days back in high school when all of my cooky friends had CBs in their cars. Mind you, this was not normal. And, we knew it. But, we didn't care, and we had fun communicating with each other around town. Driving around the loop on the weekends, running errands, bored at night, running out for fast food during the lunch hour - no matter the reason or the time of day, we had a great time on the CB with our friends. This was long before the days when everyone had cell phones, mind you.
Of course, our family had CB radios long before that. In fact, Dad and Mom belonged to a CB club when I was very young. We'd go to the club meetings, have parties, and enjoy visiting with the other CB folks. The members had funny blue vests with long white fringe. Maybe someday, when I go home, I can have Dad pose for a picture in his old CB club vest. Of course, the picture won't look authentic for the period without his afro or moustache, but I don't think we'll ever see those again. (I'm HOPING we'll never see those again.)
Dad's handle? Piano Man. Mom's handle? Ten Pin. (She's a bowler, of course.) Aaron's handle? Little Big Shot. My name? Well, my uncle (whose heritage is rumored to be American Indian) named me Little Papoose. (You can giggle for a few moments, but then you must stop.)
When I got into high school, a new handle was given to me: Grape Ape (I loved purple.) Susan's name was Queenie. (Long story.) Anne's name was Plain Jane. (She said she had a hard time coming up with something because she didn't have anything identifiable and was more of a plain jane kind of girl... so this name stuck.) Mitch, Shane-O, Lorie, Buddy, Brian, Troy, Chad, Kevin, and so many others were involved, and I think the sales of CBs (and CB repairs) quadrupled in Canton within 6 months.
So, we get to the dream... Long story short, I walked out of my house one morning to find a CB on the roof of my car. It had a note instructing me to install the CB immediately. As soon as I did, I heard many of my old high school friends' voices. All of them had experienced the exact same thing: walked out of their homes that morning, saw a CB on their car, saw a note that instructed them to hook up their CB, hooked them up and began talking with friends they haven't seen in 10+ years. At first, it was great because we reminisced about old times and laughed about many of our escapades. But, then a deep voice (handle: Big Mama) appeared on the channel and started giving everyone instructions. And, if we didn't follow, Big Mama would shock us through our car seats. It became very frustrating to me because I had things I had to get accomplished that day. Besides, Big Mama never called me by the correct handle! But, I went along with it because I didn't want to get shocked. After many orders to do dumb things around town (example: lift the post office mailbox lid 5 times then shut it), we friends realized all of us were in Edwardsville together. So, we tried to use ten-codes to signal where we could meet up and figure out what was going on. Our friend Mitch was able to track the signals to the basement of the library where we finally found Big Mama on her CB. Let me introduce you to Big Mama:
Big Mama - in real life - is actually "Molly Brown." (She actually has TWO names.) And, Molly Brown is owned by a man who lives outside of Edwardsville who I tutor on the computer.
Yes, it was difficult - even in the dream - to understand why a tiny talking dog (a cute one, in fact) would try to control all of us or why she had such a low voice. And, we were trying to get to the bottom of it when alarms started ringing in the library. But, the alarm sound was actually my cell phone ringing. So, unfortunately, I woke up and was never able to get to the bottom of it.
I don't know what was more weird, the dream or having to confront Molly Brown last night at the tutoring session.
Part of the fun is trying to figure out what prompted particular points of the dream. I think it all started with Michael's Pappy's 9/6/07 post on Roger and Willco. It reminded me of the days back in high school when all of my cooky friends had CBs in their cars. Mind you, this was not normal. And, we knew it. But, we didn't care, and we had fun communicating with each other around town. Driving around the loop on the weekends, running errands, bored at night, running out for fast food during the lunch hour - no matter the reason or the time of day, we had a great time on the CB with our friends. This was long before the days when everyone had cell phones, mind you.
Of course, our family had CB radios long before that. In fact, Dad and Mom belonged to a CB club when I was very young. We'd go to the club meetings, have parties, and enjoy visiting with the other CB folks. The members had funny blue vests with long white fringe. Maybe someday, when I go home, I can have Dad pose for a picture in his old CB club vest. Of course, the picture won't look authentic for the period without his afro or moustache, but I don't think we'll ever see those again. (I'm HOPING we'll never see those again.)
Dad's handle? Piano Man. Mom's handle? Ten Pin. (She's a bowler, of course.) Aaron's handle? Little Big Shot. My name? Well, my uncle (whose heritage is rumored to be American Indian) named me Little Papoose. (You can giggle for a few moments, but then you must stop.)
When I got into high school, a new handle was given to me: Grape Ape (I loved purple.) Susan's name was Queenie. (Long story.) Anne's name was Plain Jane. (She said she had a hard time coming up with something because she didn't have anything identifiable and was more of a plain jane kind of girl... so this name stuck.) Mitch, Shane-O, Lorie, Buddy, Brian, Troy, Chad, Kevin, and so many others were involved, and I think the sales of CBs (and CB repairs) quadrupled in Canton within 6 months.
So, we get to the dream... Long story short, I walked out of my house one morning to find a CB on the roof of my car. It had a note instructing me to install the CB immediately. As soon as I did, I heard many of my old high school friends' voices. All of them had experienced the exact same thing: walked out of their homes that morning, saw a CB on their car, saw a note that instructed them to hook up their CB, hooked them up and began talking with friends they haven't seen in 10+ years. At first, it was great because we reminisced about old times and laughed about many of our escapades. But, then a deep voice (handle: Big Mama) appeared on the channel and started giving everyone instructions. And, if we didn't follow, Big Mama would shock us through our car seats. It became very frustrating to me because I had things I had to get accomplished that day. Besides, Big Mama never called me by the correct handle! But, I went along with it because I didn't want to get shocked. After many orders to do dumb things around town (example: lift the post office mailbox lid 5 times then shut it), we friends realized all of us were in Edwardsville together. So, we tried to use ten-codes to signal where we could meet up and figure out what was going on. Our friend Mitch was able to track the signals to the basement of the library where we finally found Big Mama on her CB. Let me introduce you to Big Mama:
Big Mama - in real life - is actually "Molly Brown." (She actually has TWO names.) And, Molly Brown is owned by a man who lives outside of Edwardsville who I tutor on the computer. Yes, it was difficult - even in the dream - to understand why a tiny talking dog (a cute one, in fact) would try to control all of us or why she had such a low voice. And, we were trying to get to the bottom of it when alarms started ringing in the library. But, the alarm sound was actually my cell phone ringing. So, unfortunately, I woke up and was never able to get to the bottom of it.
I don't know what was more weird, the dream or having to confront Molly Brown last night at the tutoring session.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Rain Check
Sadly, the rain continued here, and my new friend Tori called on Saturday morning to suggest we plan our farm visit for another day. That was disappointing, but I was able to enjoy a couple of hours more sleep. That's especially nice when I have a cold. But, it often leads to weird dreams too. (To be continued tomorrow...)
Friday, September 07, 2007
Higher Calling Farm
Long story short: A woman placed an ad on freecycle which advertised a shelf she'd like to give away. I wrote to her because I thought it would be useful in organizing the craft room I am attempting to create in my upstairs room. We starting exchanging notes and have formed a friendship, and I am very excited that a small group of us will be attempting to visit her family's farm tomorrow. It is called Higher Calling Farm.
If you view the web site, you'll find out a lot of what you might want to know. A family was in the world, but they sought to better serve God. So, they started a farm, homeschooled their children, remained thankful to God for His many blessings, and dedicated their life to serving Him and His kingdom. They specialize in pastured poultry, and their farm holds many unique animals. I cannot wait to meet HAPPY JACK and AMOS! (OK, especially HAPPY JACK!) I am very excited!!!
Lord willing, if it doesn't rain and if I am not too sick, we will meet these new friends tomorrow morning, and I hope to post some pictures on Monday. Hope everyone has a wonderful, wonderful (cold-free) weekend!
If you view the web site, you'll find out a lot of what you might want to know. A family was in the world, but they sought to better serve God. So, they started a farm, homeschooled their children, remained thankful to God for His many blessings, and dedicated their life to serving Him and His kingdom. They specialize in pastured poultry, and their farm holds many unique animals. I cannot wait to meet HAPPY JACK and AMOS! (OK, especially HAPPY JACK!) I am very excited!!!
Lord willing, if it doesn't rain and if I am not too sick, we will meet these new friends tomorrow morning, and I hope to post some pictures on Monday. Hope everyone has a wonderful, wonderful (cold-free) weekend!
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