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[Dec. 31st, 2015|08:22 am] |
Peaceful Raven is now Nathanomir! I am still friends only. If you'd like to be a Friend of the Bad Assed Florida Cracker, comment here. |
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| My New Business |
[Mar. 23rd, 2009|10:36 pm] |
Stress killing you? Then talk to me.
I am now selling Tunguska Mist.
These are all natural adapotgen sprays designed to reset the body's systems that have been affected by stress -- sleep, appetite, libido, immune, energy, etc.
I use them myself -- which is why I decided to become a sales rep for the company. We even make one to wean people off those damnable energy drinks!
Check out my website and see what you think. Buy something while you're there, too! I need the money and you need this product! Click on the banner ...
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| NEW BUSINESS |
[Mar. 19th, 2009|04:44 pm] |
I am now a sales rep for CyberWize Adaptogen Mists.
These are totally natural, botanical based products. They are designed to reset the various human body's systems and help it recover from the effects of stress.
The reason I'm selling them is I used the product and felt great! NOBODY is as stressed out as I am -- three months without any income? COME ON!
But with these mists, I feel great and can think. They are oral sprays (think about B vitamin compounds you put under your tongue). They have a 95% effectiveness rating. And remember -- all natural, no preservatives, sugar or additives. The tube lasts for a month and is about the size of a magic marker, so it's convenient.
If it works for me, it'll work for you.
There are ten different combinations; each one targets a different system in the human body. I use the Zest (resets the adrenal system), Ignite (resets the libido), and MochaBlast (helps ween people off those damned energy drinks).
Check out my website: http://www.tunguskamist.com/4465766
Buy a bunch of mists. You need the boost and I need the money! |
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[Mar. 16th, 2009|07:13 pm] |
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HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S EVE! |
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| TO MY BELOVED WIFE ... |
[Jan. 24th, 2009|12:13 am] |
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I know you
I walked with you once upon a dream.
I know you
The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
Yes, I know it's true
that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
the way you did once upon a dream.
Thank you for turning my dreams into reality. I haven't regretted a single day with you.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, DARLING!
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| REDNECK CHURCH |
[Nov. 19th, 2008|09:49 am] |
You know you're in a Redneck Church if . . . .
1. You know you're in a Redneck Church if ... thefinance committee refuses to provide funds for the purchase of a chandelier because none of the members knows how to play one.
2. You Know You're in a Redneck Church if ... people ask, when they learn that Jesus fed the 5000, whether the fish were bass or catfish, and what bait was used to catch 'em.
3. You Know You're in a Redneck Church if ... when the pastor says, 'I'd like to ask Bubba to help take up the offering,...' five guys and two women stand up.
4. You Know you're in a Redneck Church if ... opening day of deer season is recognized as an official church
holiday.
5. You Know You're in a Redneck Church if... a member of the church requests to be buried in his 4-wheel-drive truck because 'It ain't never been in a hole it couldn't get out of'
6. You Know You're in a Redneck Church if ... the choir is known as the 'OK Chorale'.
7. You Know You're in a Redneck Church if.... in a congregation of 500 members, there are only seven last names in the church directory.
8. You Know You're in a Redneck Church if ... people think 'rapture' is what you get when you lift something too heavy.
9. You Know You're in a Redneck Church if ... the baptismal pool is a #2 galvanized ' Wheeling ' washtub.
10. You Know You're in a Redneck Church if .. the choir robes were donated by (and embroidered with the logo from)Billy Bob's Barbecue.
11. You Know You're in a Redneck Church if ... the collection plates are really hubcaps from a '56 Chevy.
12. You Know You're in a Redneck Church if ... instead of a bell you are called to service by a duck call.
13. You Know You're in a Redneck Church if ... the minister and his wife drive matching pickup trucks.
14. You Know You're in a Redneck Church if ... the communion wine is Boone's Farm 'Tickled Pink'.
15. You Know You're in a Redneck Church if... 'Thou shall not covet' applies to huntin' dogs, too.
16. You know You're in a Redneck Church if ... the final words of the benediction are, 'Y'all come back now, Ya hear'.
God Bless and don't fergit ta say yer prayers! |
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| HOLY CRAP! |
[Apr. 29th, 2008|08:15 am] |
Okay, so maybe it wasn't so holy, but it sure was crap!
I just cleaned out about two and a half years worth of blogs on MySpace, blogs that long ago vanished here on LJ and on Xanga. Most were spiritual in tone, from my years in the ministry, when I would post about God. Sermonettes, if you will.
MY GOD! I WAS ONE SELF-RIGHTEOUS SON OF A BITCH!
It isn't that I was condemnatory or judgmental, but the tone in those early essays made it sound like I was the only person who knew anything; the only person with any "life" in him. I was trying to teach grave, love, acceptance and freedom from religion, but the message was hidden in the tone, which was one of arrogance, blind self-righteousness, and that of an insufferable know-it-all. I made my statements of grace as absolutes, which is nothing less than the very legalism I was preaching against. Woe is me!
How could y'all stand to read those things, much less remain friends with me with that attitude I had? Y'all could give lessons on patience and love!
I am thanking God (again) for the events of February 1, 2006, when I almost died. Those events totally changed me. It would be arrogant of me to say that those events removed all that arrogance, but they certainly shattered it. The shards are no doubt still there, but now that I know it, I'll do my best ... rather, I'll ask Jesus to do HIS best ... to pick them out. |
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[Mar. 23rd, 2008|01:31 pm] |
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Praise God from whom all blessings flow!
The once and future king lives!
HAPPY EASTER!
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| FEBRUARY 1 |
[Feb. 1st, 2008|12:00 pm] |
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay,
My, oh, my, what a wonderful day.
Plenty of sunshine headin' my way,
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay!
Mister Bluebird's on my shoulder,
It's the truth, it's "actch'll"
Everything is "satisfactch'll."
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay,
Wonderful feeling, wonderful day!
It was one year ago that I lay in an emergency room, my life slipping away through two holes in my stomach.
I'm still here.
And life is wonderful! Beautiful! Awesome!
I think I'll take some time to sit on the porch, smoke a cigar, and spend time with God. And, yes, He will look like Danny Glover.
I see trees of green........ red roses too
I see em bloom..... for me and for you
And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue..... clouds of white
Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.
The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky
Are also on the faces.....of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you do
Theyre really sayin......i love you.
I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
Theyll learn much more.....than Ill never know
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world |
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| WAY COOL!!! |
[Jan. 17th, 2008|01:32 pm] |
Check this out! Trish found this last night while surfing "Boutwell."
The US Coast Guard Cutter BOUTWELL!
History of the Boutwell.
Okay, so technically, it's not named for a member of my family. It's named for George Sewell Boutwell, Civil War era senator from Massachusetts and Secretary of the Treasury under President Grant. As far as I know, the only thing we have in common is a last name (he was English, my line is Scottish). It's actually a Norman name ... his began as Boutillier, footsoldiers with William the Conqueror, where mine was originally Bothwell, but somebody in the background Normanized it ... the Normans were invited to Scotland to make something of the Scottish army.
Still, it's cool!
P.S. Boutwell Auditorium in Birmingham, Alabama, IS named for a member of my family. |
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| Ponderings |
[Jan. 13th, 2008|11:44 am] |
I'm reading Philip Yancey's Finding God in Unexpected Places. Last night, I read the chapter that contains this ...
As I now reflect on Jesus' stories of the kingdom, I sense that much uneasiness among Christians today stems from a confusion of the two kingdoms, visible and invisible. Each time an election rolls around, Christians debate whether this or that candidate is "God's man" for the White House. Projecting myself back into Jesus' time, I have difficulty imagining him pondering whether Tiberius, Octavius, or Julius Caesar -- not to mention Nero or Caligula -- was "God's man" for the empire. What took place in Rome was on another plane entirely from the kingdom of God.
The apostle Paul cared deeply about individual churches in Galatia, Ephesus, Corinth and Rome, but I find no indication that he gave any thought to a "Christianized" Roman Empire. The Book of Revelation continues the pattern: that book records specific messages to seven churches but dismisses the political entity of Rome as "Babylon the great mother of prostitutes and the abominations of the earth."
Some historians argue that the church loses sight of its original mission as it moves closer to the seat of power. Witness the era of Constantine, and the Dark Ages, and Europe just before the Reformation. We may be seeing history repeat itself. The church has faced the constant temptation of becoming the "morals police: of society.
There is a lot here to think about.
I agree with Yancey's assessment. We Christians should be more concerned with the spiritual dimension, and less with the physical/political dimension. Certainly, we have to care about this dimension, because we live in it, and we have seen that the "So Heavenly minded that they're no Earthly good" mentality doesn't work, either. But we have become obsessed by this dimension to the point that we forget that we work in BOTH and that the spiritual is our reality. They can kill us here, but not there. If Jesus and Paul weren't concerned publicly about who the Emperor of Rome was, then why should we, their followers, be so preoccupied with who the President is? Prayer can bring down a tyrant, or keep the President from becoming a tyrant. How many Christians actually have prayed for President Bush to hear God's will, instead of just mouthing support prayers as if he were "God's man" in the White House? I know some have, but I bet the majority haven't. On the other hand, a LOT prayed that prayer for Bill Clinton, solely because they hated him, and feared him. He turned out to be a fairly good president, despite his inability to keep his pants zipped.
Perhaps God is less concerned with us electing "His man" to office than He is in us using our conscience and common sense to elect who we want, then praying for the poor idiot while he's in office. Prayer is a more powerful tool than votes. Perhaps Christians can police the morals of America and Europe far better by living as examples of what to do, than by imposing their views of society in the halls of power. Billy Graham lost influence with the people when he was the buddy of presidents, and later repented of that coziness and refused to be seen in public with them. His influence came back when he did that.
When we look at this dimension from the perspective of the other dimension, we have far more power and influence than when we look at this dimension from the perspective of this dimension alone. |
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[Dec. 31st, 2007|03:41 pm] |
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
MAY 2008 BE THE BEST YEAR OF YOUR LIVES, AND MAY THE LOVE, JOY AND PEACE OF GOD BE YOURS. |
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| DREAMS! |
[Dec. 30th, 2007|11:27 am] |
I TOLD you that my dream writers were smoking LSD!
Last night, I dreamed that I was one of Leonidas' 300. But we weren't fighting the Persians. We were fighting the Aliens! And we were kicking their asses! Slicing, dicing and making Julien fries out of H.R. Giger's best! Somehow, in my dream, I figured out that the Alien's acidic blood was hydrofluoric acid and we covered ourselves with candle wax and were invulnerable (hydrofluoric will eat through metal, metal oxides and glass, but not wax).
And I looked GOOD (pretty durn good!) in that Spartan armor (or lack thereof). That really makes me want to hit the gym! |
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| SNORT! |
[Dec. 28th, 2007|06:46 pm] |
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I should get the video camera out and film the cats chasing each other! This is hilarious! |
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| NON TURKEY TURKEY SOUP |
[Dec. 28th, 2007|06:28 pm] |
Thanksgiving turkey lives on at our place! I made some hopping soup yesterday, to clean out the refrigerator.
I took a cup and a half of frozen turkey broth left from Thanksgiving and threw it in a pot with some water. I added about four carrots and four celery stalks, all chopped up, a package of frozen corn and a package of frozen peas. Then I sauteed a diced onion and four diced garlic cloves until they were carmelized and added them. Then I added two cups of brown rice. For spices, I used sea salt, black pepper, fresh thyme and fresh sage from Trish's herb garden, and rosemary. I let it cook for about three hours.
THIS IS SOME GOOD STUFF!!!! Even on the second day. |
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| SURVEY |
[Dec. 28th, 2007|11:15 am] |
Survey stolen from the one and only ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lesetchka
1. Today, what is your guilty pleasure?
Surfing the web and writing, nude! Bwahahahahaha ...
2. Whose phone call do you ignore?
Any call that is not in my phone book. If I don't know you, don't call me!
3. What item from your childhood do you still have and cherish?
A very beaten up copy of The World of Pooh, that my mother gave me when I was four. And a hardback copy of Peanuts Treasury that Mom gave me when I was sick in bed for four months with mono. The dustjacket is etched with the lines of comics that I drew, using that book as a lapdesk. Oh, and my chess set, which is another gift from Mom when I was sick. She wanted something to do with me, not just sit there and watch TV, so she bought a nice chess set, a book on how to play, and we learned together ... and it was the only time I ever kicked that woman's ass! Other wise, my ass was the one kicked!
4. Where do you go when you need to be left alone?
I drive around in the country, looking for things to photograph. The country is a great place for solitude. Not unlike fishing ... people leave you alone when they see a camera in your hands.
5. What words can really push your buttons?
"You need to ..."
6. What artist would you love to see in concert this year?
You mean next year, don't you? There are only three days left in this year. Uh ... I'd love to see Van Halen or Bruce Springsteen, but I doubt I'll have that kind of money or be able to fanangle a ticket before they're all sold out. So ... whoever comes this way that's good. Right now, Ted Nuggent is about the only non-country guy who comes to Fort Worth. I reckon I'll go to Dallas!
7. What is your signature sexy style?
Do guys have a sexy style? I'm going to hit the weights again, and when I get my belly off and my shoulders, chest and arms tight, I'm going to drop a teeshirt size, just for the fun of it. I don't think I'll ever make the threads scream, but I would like them to say "HEY!"
8. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
Not that I'm aware of! And aside from Trish, no known admirers, either.
9. Give me a song lyric that fits your mood at this very moment.
"One day at a time, sweet Jesus, is all that I'm asking from you."
10. When was the last time you observed a rainbow in the sky?
On the way back from our road trip, we saw one in Alabama. A double! All the way across the sky, from side to side, and saw the origin point in the woods ... we didn't get out to try to find the pot of gold, though. |
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| What Do You Have To Say? - All By Myself |
[Dec. 27th, 2007|11:45 am] |
I stay so entertained that this took some thought. I read, I write, I paint, I surf the web, I sit down and listen (actually LISTEN) to jazz (especially Trane and Miles), I play with my action figures, I kick butt on video games (at the moment, Mortal Kombat and Devil May Cry), I talk to Trish, I talk with my friends, I do things with Trish (and they don't always involve the bedroom ... going to the mall with her is greatly entertaining! That woman can cut a dress down to size with such eloquence). |
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[Dec. 24th, 2007|12:49 pm] |
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MERRY CATMAS!
I MEAN MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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[Dec. 21st, 2007|01:35 pm] |
Who watched "Clash of the Choirs?"
It's about time the networks aired a feel good program that had substance. That was awesome! Perfect for Christmas. I actually got weepy at times, and Trish will tell you that I only cry at "Shindler's List." And the music was incredible. It actually inspired me to try to sing. By myself ... my singing voice is terrible!
I'm not surprised that Nick Lachey's choir beat Patti LaBelle's. Her choir was good -- REALLY good -- but it was standard choir. Nick's took risks, had great choreography, and the fun they were having was obvious. An acapella version of "Flight of the Bumble Bee!" WOW! And he highlighted his men's section. Most choirs don't, which is a common lament among people who hear choirs. I had no idea that he was so deep, either. So much for the boy band member stereotype. |
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