Sunday, June 29, 2014

Poetic justice!

I was following this $70,000 SUV this morning and thought I'd take a pic.

The message on the back window is a little blurred. The acronym is G.R.E.A.T. which stands for
Gang Resistance Education And Training. It's a $70,000 SUV with tricked out wheels
(not seen in this shot), the kind pimps and drug dealers buy,
bright chrome wheels that keep spinning while you sit in traffic.

Monday, June 16, 2014

A remarkable family

"Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord, the Lord himself, is the Rock eternal." Isaiah 26:4 (NIV)

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Saturday, June 14, 2014

What a beauty!

I found this on craigslist, located in Kansas City. A very rare 1889 Willcox and Gibbs Treadle.
I so want this machine!! Alas, it's a 2 day drive.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Ode to the Sewing Machine #19

Many of you follow my "Ode to the Sewing Machine" posts.  We've all seen the ads on craigslist, ebay and elsewhere.  The clueless sellers give those of us who sew a belly laugh, or two!

No one in their right minds would continue reading, but who says quilters are in their right minds, so here's installment #19...

Better run right over there!

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Were you the victim of bad, bigoted parents?

(Please note, I did not write this.  You will find this on Carl Trueman's blog.)

Carl Trueman
 In light of this story, about a girl who became a boy at the age of five, I resisted the temptation to rearrange the word 'lunatics,' 'asylum,' and 'have taken over' to make a well known phrase or saying, and instead spent a moment or two reflecting on my own childhood.

I well remember one afternoon at age three deciding that I was not a human being but actually a monkey -- to be precise, a common marmoset. Consistent with my identity, I ran round the house making monkey noises and climbing on the furniture.  I subsequently refused to eat chicken nuggets, preferring fruit and raw nuts.

Tragically, my parents were a pair of reactionary bigots.  Rather than facilitate my self-realisation by handing me over to the zoo or taking me to a rain forest in order to release me into the wild, I seem to remember my mother physically and verbally abused me (by clipping me round the ear and telling me not to clamber all over her nice furniture).   I know, I know: It sends shivers down the spine to imagine the psychological damage wreaked upon me by the imposition of what Insider Movement advocates would no doubt call the Greco-Latin-European concept of 'human nature' on a common marmoset trapped inside a three year old human body.  But those were dark, ill-informed times.

It is good that we now live in a more enlightened age, is it not?


This additional blog is written by a woman who was a tomboy growing up and did not 'transition'.