Win a Boy

Well, you could spend the dollar... or you could climb into the vending machine itself and take your choice. And that is just what Robert Moore did today; you can read it at The Daily Mail.

This is all quite reminiscent of some most embarrassing situations my own mother had to face (by the creation of one family member, unnamed) of which include:

• falling into the fountains at York Mall while reaching for the pennies at the bottom
• getting his hand so stuck in a gumball machine that the store manager had to be called...

They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree --my best wishes to Jen :)

Ah! Sweet Fraternal Love

So Matt (my brother) and I were discussing Pythagorus tonight... Pyth. had this idea that everything; the world, objects, people, etc. is made of the abstract idea of "number". Matt says, "I know what your number is! 'Zero'; nice and round, with nothing in it..."

On blogging...

"This is the personal and private property of Ruth V. It is where I pour out my private and most intense emotions... I hope you enjoy it."

Matt and I were talking about the ideosyncracies of blogging tonight... I hope no one ever thinks that this is indeed, an accurate reflection of my person. Why blog? I sometimes wonder the same :)

A Vision Glorious

The church's one foundation
is Jesus Christ her Lord;
she is his new creation
by water and the Word.
From heaven he came and sought her
to be his holy bride;
with his own blood he bought her,
and for her life he died.

Though with a scornful wonder
we see her sore oppressed,
by schisms rent asunder,
by heresies distressed,
yet saints their watch are keeping;
their cry goes up, "How long?"
And soon the night of weeping
shall be the morn of song.

Mid toil and tribulation,
and tumult of her war,
she waits the consummation
of peace forevermore;
till, with the vision glorious,
her longing eyes are blest,
and the great church victorious
shall be the church at rest.

Samuel J. Stone, 1839-1900

Can't wait till that day!

It was a beauorgeous, end-of-the-summer night. The sun dipped below the horizon, leaving a lamp-lit wonderland...


Ok, so we haven't quite mastered no-fuzz fotography

--haha, tree hugger :P--







There's lots of life along the lake... This was a bit funny; those are all ducks lined up, roosting.


This (trumpeter, I think) swan swam across the lake TOWARDS us --just a wee bit odd for a wild animal. Territorial? Or maybe just vain... would have been a male either way :P

And the explorers

Southern Gentleman Meets Western Cowgirl

But neither has much to say... :)

These are the two littlest darlings in my life: Phillip and Holly. You can see the rest of the story at Curt and Jen's blog.