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Lucy has got to be the funnest, baddest and cutest combination of dog in the world. Her rapid learning of tricks amazes me yet her persistent disregard to any training to come when she is called is hilarious.
I am not as disgusted with her disobedience as most other people in my family and I usually sympathize with her in any arguments against her. I can't fathom the terror of dog hair other people in my family have and I think wet dog is a nice healthy smell. (much my mothers horror)


She should be in a calendar.Her right eye is blind and the other night she came in with it bleeding. It is still a little pink in this picture.

Look how cute she is! I think this should be framed!

AHHH! Those eyes!

She sure knows how to manipulate me with her eyes.

She is probably a great philosopher.

I wish I was free

I wish I was free to do more things. I wish I was free enough to go do things on a whim. I wish I could delete school the way I can this word. I wish I was free to go riding every day. I wish I had enough time to pursue each exciting plan I come up with. I wish I was free to skip rocks all day.

I know that the things I am tied to are important, and I know that what seems like a long time won't be forever. But each time I drive in the car with out rolling the windows down I wonder what birds flew by that I did not look for and what the wind felt like on the bridge. I wonder if I will ever see that car again. And what was that song those people thought was so nice.

Each morning I don't open the window I wonder what the flowers smelled like a few minutes ago and what the clouds looked like while I slept. I worry about the amount of time I spend inside when there is so much changing outside.

I hate school. I think of all the leaves dancing with out me while I look at a blank white wall that has scratches and scribbles scrawled all over it. I wonder how Adam and Eve would react to our buildings and cars. I don't think they would enjoy them.

But I think the root of all my problems is really the way our culture puts pressure on any one not at the top to get to the top NOW! America is known for its opportunities and advantages, but what about the privileges of living? It seems as if in the rush for improvement they forgot what the were improving. In the beginning it was poverty and the quality of living. What is it now?

Maybe convenience? Or the social advantages of thinking up something new and "cool"? I have not analyzed the network of human reason that far so I can't say. But I would seem a bit pointless even to the point of a disadvantage.

I think I have taken as many classes of math as I will ever need. It maybe true that if it is at my finger tips why not soak it up, but what for? Will it develop necessary parts of my brain? Will it prepare me to help others? How can I say? I am not there yet, I am only aware of the useful things I could be free to do otherwise and the taxing effort it takes for me to spend on symbols.

So I won't complain and get it over with. But if I the world ends tomorrow and Jesus comes, I don't want to have spent 14+ years of my 15yrs. alive on school. I want to look back and be satisfied.

Maybe I will never be satisfied this side of heaven. Maybe God has called me to be a student in a white room with heavy books for the rest of my life. I could be called to this so that at each problem I will remember Him just to ask Him why? I won't know until I win the war and conquer the mountains. Until then I will just have to ask Him for help on the climb over.

I still wonder what it is like see each sunrise and I still wish for freedom but I am thankful I can do to the tune of this verse:

Jeremiah 29:11

For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

~Lydia

how to get on the couch

this way works well if you have running leap! :)

Sight, Smell, Taste, Sound, Feel or Why You Should Wake Up

As I got to the bottom of the stairs on Sunday morning the delicious aroma of fresh baked sticky buns pulled me straight to the kitchen.
The minute I stepped into the kitchen I was thrust into the bustle of a family trying to get breakfast before leaving for church. The banging of dishes being put away and the shrieking of children confused and muddled all conversation so you had to shout to be heard.

I was quickly press ganged into setting the food on the table, which was quite a balancing act as I made my way through the masses with large amounts of steamy eggs and tantalizingly sweet sticky buns. The food was a healthy motivation for pulling everything together and the kitchen was restored to semi peaceful atmosphere in a relatively short amount of time as we settled down to pray before the meal.
After the blessing food was quickly doled out to eagerly waiting crowds. The plates being past down the line were full of color. The scrambled eggs were a light buttery yellow which contrasted nicely with the crisp brown sticky buns that were slathered in white cream glaze with hints of ruby colored cranberries and purple blueberries peaking out of the cinnamon swirl. In a few minutes the only noises to be heard were the contented chewing of several mouths and the scraping of silverware on the plates accompanied with an occasional grunt of satisfaction.
The sticky buns lived up to their name with an abundance of sticky stuff which twisted my mouth into a delightful mess. I loved the cranberries when they burst in unexpected packets of warm succulent fireworks. Some of the sticky buns had orange glaze on them which was a nice change to the buttery eggs and the sweet cinnamon of the other sticky buns. Now there was a tangy sweetness that complimented the other flavors.
The obvious pleasure on all the faces as I looked down the table was worth all the time and energy spent in the preparation. I cannot remember many other times when I have had such a nice time or eaten such good food.