SUMMER TOUR 2007

Summer Tour 2007 was a success. More pictures to come as soon as I gather them all.

complete with Tour tees



a gnome to watch over you


a really old mountain range


20 hours of car time


there's a big white house up here on the left

IF A TREE FALLS AND THERE'S NO ONE TO HEAR IT

I'm not sure exactly when this started, but I've been talking to myself for a while now, and it seems to be getting worse. Sometimes I silently move my lips along with my thoughts, and sometimes I'm actually mumbling aloud. Lately, my boss will walk past my desk and laugh because she heard me say something like "My band-aid came off" and she knows I'm not talking to her. Aaron has become a little frustrated with me at times because he can't tell if I'm talking to him. It goes something like the Brian Regan joke where you end up yelling some meaningless thought:

Angela inaudible mumbling: I need to remember to get mustard.
Aaron: What?
Angela slightly more audible: I need to remember to get mustard.
Aaron: What? I can't hear you.(!)
Angela loud and clear: I said I need to remember to get mustard(!)

So yesterday, I was driving home and where the freeway bottlenecks and usually adds 7 to 10 minutes to my commute, traffic was flowing along freely. When I came upon this afternoon-traffic anomaly, there in the confines of my little Accord, all by my lonesome, I let out a little "Woo Hoo!" Literally - that was the sound. I know I write Woo Hoo a lot, so when I heard myself actually exclaim it out loud I cracked up. . . and continued to cruise at an easy 55mph merging down to one lane with no problemo.

SWEETEST NIECE

Where did you get your eyes so blue?


Out of the sky as I came through.


Where did you find your smile so bright?


God gave it to me with the morning sunlight.

CHARLOTTE, IS THAT YOU?

This spider. . .


. . .has been spinning its web anew each night. . .


. . .for the past seven nights.

DID YOU GET YOUR HAIR CUT?

Because I know this has been a burning question keeping you up all hours of the night, breaking your daily concentration, dominating dinner-table conversation, filling your journal pages; I give you the answer to: Really, what are the Most Well-Known hair-dos and where the heck did they come from?

1. Mohawks

Originally sported by warriors of various Native American tribes, the hairstyle was adopted by a squad of U.S. Army’s bad-to-the-bone 101st Airborne Division during World War II, before being commandeered by the punk rockers in the 1970s.

2. Pompadours

Pomps of yore (the style originated in 18th-century France) depended on beef tallow, bear grease, and other artery-cloggers to cement them into place. Not surprisingly, slathering one’s hair with animal remains tended to attract animals (insects and other nasties), which occasionally turned the original pompadour into, quite literally, a rats’ nest.

3. Beehives

Like precursors to the Cracker Jack box, these 18th-century ‘dos served as treasure troves, housing exotic prizes like tiny caged birds, cupid dolls, and other bulky curios. Of course, not every hairdo was a winner. When millions of hungry peasants revolutionized France, the over-the-top hairstyle quickly fell out of fashion - landing in that little basket just below the guillotine.

4. Queues

A queue wrapped around the head
When the Manchu invaded China in the 17th century, they brought over a killer fashion trend - killer as in, adopt it or else. The Manchu sported the queue, a shaved-in-front, pony-tail-in-the-back haircut, and forced the Han Chinese to do the same. While much of China eventually submitted to the do-or-die trend, many thousands bravely chose to keep their hair - and lose their heads. So what was the big deal with getting a little shave? Aside from the queue not being such as flattering cut (even compared to, say, the mullet), it also happened to be against the religion of millions of long-haired Confucian Chinese, who believe that one’s skin and hair are sacred.

5. Mullets

Business in front, party in the back. Late 20th-Century takes full responsibility for this one.

And now, you decide. Will the Rachel become one of history's most well-known dos?

WHO'S LUCKY NOW?

And because I'm feeling bloggish this fine Saturday morning, another post for lucky you.

Just about one of the saddest things I've seen happened last night. Scoopie found a baby rabbit and I guess she thought it was so cute she couldn't resist playing with it. And honestly, who wouldn't want to play with a cute baby rabbit?

Now when I say "baby," I mean baby. Small enough to fit in the palm of my hand (don't worry, I didn't actually hold it in my hand), not yet fully furred, barely having its little beady eyes open. So as you might imagine where this is going. . . a baby rabbit and Super-Scoop don't necessarily make the best play mates. The poow wittle wabbit had the tiniest, most heartbreaking little SQUEAK, SQUEAK, SQUEAK (translation: HELP! What the heck?! Mooooommmy!)

Scoopie wasn't being terribly rough or anything. In fact, I think she was gingerly carrying the little thing around, maybe giving it a good little toss now and then. But again, I'm sure she was only thinking about how much babies like to be tossed above their adult's head, and giggle and squeal with delight. Except this baby rabbit wasn't squealing with delight.

Reenactment

Aaron: "Scoop's got some kind of animal out there."
Angela: "What? What do you mean?"
Aaron: "She's got something. It's squealing."
Both: Investigate.
Angela: "What is it?IsItAMouse?OhIt'sALittleMouse.Oh.That'sSoSad.Wait.IsItAMouse?WhatIsIt?IsItAMole?"
Aaron: "It looks kind of like a mole."
Angela: "Oh that's so sad. Poor little thing. Scoopie, you can't play with baby Moles."
Aaron: "Wait, it's a baby rabbit. Yep, that's a rabbit."
Angela: "What? A Rabbit?! OH NO! Not a little baby rabbit! Awww, Aaron it's so scared! Poor little rabbit! Do they know? Do rabbits know when their babies are missing? Its mom is probably looking for it! She can hear it squealing! Awww, ohhh, this is so sad. Scoopie took that little baby right out of its nest. Just snatched it right away from its momma."
Aaron: "Ang, it's ok. There are probably 12 more where this one came from."
Angela: "Yea, but it's still sooo sadddd. Oh my gosh, Aaron! It's moving! Look at the poor little thing. It's still alive! Is it hurt? What should we do?!"
Aaron: "It's only going to upset you more if you keep looking at it."
Angela: "It's so sad.This is making me cry.It's so little and scared and, and, and"
Aaron: "Why don't you go inside."

You might be lucky. But I guess that rabbit's foot wasn't so lucky.

QUOTABLE QUOTE

I recently came across this picture I'd saved from my Dad. This is the email he sent with the photo attached.

May 1, 2003
Subject: I sing for joy

I was singing these songs last Saturday morning at 7am when I took this picture.

I sing for joy at the work of Your Hands...Nothing compares to the Promise I have in You...

and

...I can only Imagine - what my eyes will see - when Your face is before me...surrounded by Your Glory - what will my heart feel - will I dance for You Jesus - or in awe of You be still - will I stand in Your presence - or to my knees will I falll - will I sing halleluja - will I be able to speak at all - I can only Imagine...I can only imagine. This is Debbie's favorite.

You can't always fly above the clouds in the heavenly places, but you can sure always sing about 'em.
thought you might enjoy.
Have a good day.

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