time past not forgotten

Many Americans slept while the young adults of Iran fought to take back part of their government this past summer. They wore green and came out in droves to support a man with a questionable past but a centered today and a hopeful tomorrow, Mousavi.

This photo doesn't represent my idea of the radical islamist persians I once believed to be gathered heavy beards and brooding with contemplations of a sucidal bliss road to heaven... No I don't see a burka covering every square inch of female skin nor do I see jihadist seeking bloody revenge.

I see a banana republic style dressed female standing up to the forced election of a dictator like executive ruler known as Ahmadinejad. Yes there were young ladies and young men who were martyred for their search for a freer society as many are whenever a desire for freedom is pursued.

I hope for the desires of their hearts to become reality.

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February 24, 2010 at 2:55 AM

stages of teddy bear life

Artist Stephanie Metz does a wonderful service to life with this incredible idea. The stages of development from a teddy bears perspective, in which children, might gain an understanding of the miracle of life. What an imaginative way to simplify the goings on within the womb when life is being fearfully and wonderfully woven together. I'm looking for this set for my own children's education! I probably won't get the skull rendition of teddy bear, however, I also applaud a very seemingly original idea.

finite first day..

Malakai's first day of pre-preschool was one that I actually missed. I rendered this from a photo that the lovely misses took, and he seemed so melancholy...I may have exaggerated this emotion, but I hope I captured it. He happens to love school now.

BLEGS... or bleggin it.

I am coining this phrase: "blegs" or "bleggin it". These youths with their tight pants hanging down pass their bottom...it appears as if their back flows right to the leg, without the interruption of the cheeks we sit upon. Hence the combination word back+legs=blegs, kinda like calves+ankles=cankles? It's not as mean as the later, and its not meant to be mean, just to describe such a strange fashion expression. I watch as the pants are constantly being pulled up, only to slide back down...this could prove injurious if one was running and the pants slipped to trip up the stride! Blegs! I always make the statement when I see the youth group kids blegging it. Ha!

eternal in the finite

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