"Dem Ol Crats!"

I've been avoiding television all week like the plague. I just don't want to hear about the Democratic Convention, Barak Obama, the Clintons, Hollywood, or anything of that immoral sentiment. Now, I know, the Republicans aren't squeaky clean, either, but they do lean more toward the upper end of moral decency than those "Dem Ol Crats!"

So.... every time a news cast comes on about the DNC or any of....'them', I turn the channel real fast. I just know 'they're' spying on me to see what I'll do! Funny thing is, as soon as I turn the channel, the next station starts in on the same thing! Sigh. What's the world coming to?

We're in a real pickle, folks. How do we vote this time? I'm praying real hard over this one! Looks like we'll have to choose the lesser of two evils. Me....I'm still hoping the Lord comes back either before elections or the inauguration! My brother, Pat, and I had this conversation quite regularly for several months, and he'd laugh when I told him what I was hoping for. Then.... he died in February. Sure he could laugh! HE didn't have to worry about it!

I remember when Clinton was first running for office. Emily was 18 months old. Steve and I had gone to visit my brother Pat in Kentucky. That was around Halloween and someone from his church that year had stolen a "Vote for Clinton" sign and stuck it in his front yard! That was a prank that was hard to stomach. And those 8 years were constant heartburn. Fact is, we've been paying for those 8 years while our president Bush has been in office -- trying to clean up his predecessor's mess. It's no wonder we're in the condition we're in.

My husband hates it when I voice my political opinion at church, so I try to keep it down to a low roar. (Boy, is it hard!) But, when you're in our position, it IS important. Then, he has a guest youth speaker Sunday night who blatantly blasts the Democrats, and I looked at Steve and said, "You don't let ME do that!" He just shook his head. Poor guy.

So what's the point of this blog? It's simple. I just get a chance to let off steam. Then I get to preach. And here's what I 'preach'. Pray hard about who you vote to elect as our next president of the United States. Ever had a premonition about something? This is one premonition I can't shake..... we could be in DEEP trouble people. We are in a rapid descent of moral decline. How we vote will determine how much more rapidly we go down.... or up.

"If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land." II Chron. 7:14.

Pray, people, pray!

Dreaming of Topsail Beach

Here's what I'm dreaming about....and missing terribly.

Whoa Boys!

So Steve and I signed up to go with the band to Holiday World..... It was our chance to go at a much cheaper rate, plus take Emily and of course, Katie was already going with the band. It was going to be great! Then Steve found out it was on a Wednesday....during our Family Camp. Oh no - can't have that! So he dropped out. I'm looking for a partner. Someone to go with ME - cuz Em will certainly find someone to hang out with from the band, right? So I ask a friend who's already suggested she just might have to go with me that day, but...if so, I will have to ride the rides. That's no problem for me --- I love the rides! And, most of them love me! (Last I remembered). Well, she calls me back and says y'know, it's s'posed to be really hot that day and when she sweats, she really sweats and she's miserable and blah, blah, blah, but..... IF I can't find anyone else, she'll go. I call a friend of Em's -- she'd love to go!

We get up at 5 A.M. and leave by 6:20. It takes nearly 4 hours to drive there. (If I'd ridden with the band on the bus, I'd have had to pay a $30 background check fee not that I was worried about paying $30......) ANYWAY, It rains off and on the whole time we're headed there, sometimes pouring rain - y'know, the kind that slows you down 'cuz you can't see? Then we arrive. It only rained ONE more time that day --- as the band was playing. We had to run for cover to do the rest of our program. (I was holding Katie's music, because her little music holder had broken).

So.....while I was holding Katie's music, I told Em and Jordan they could go on in and to meet up with me later after the band was done. That was 10 A.M. I saw them again at about 1:30. I finally got bored and tired of trying to have fun by myself ( I hadn't ridden any rides), so I went back to my car, and studied my Sunday School lesson for awhile, then I threw my book in my purse, took it back into the park and studied it while I had lunch. I was having a blast! (Do you hear the 'Sarah-casm' here?)

Emily and Jordan showed up around 1:30-ish. So we found a place where they wanted to eat lunch, and while we're eating Jordan says she wants to ride this roller coaster and points to it, but Emily won't ride it with her. I say, I'll ride it -- I have no problem with roller coasters. She says, "really?" "Will you ride in the very front with me?" I say, "Sure - no problem." A little while later we are finally on the roller coaster, front row. It's called "The Voyage". I tell Jordan, "What happens on "The Voyage" stays on "The Voyage". It s l o w l y creeeeeeeps to the top of the first and highest point..... I look straight down some 30,0000 feet (Okay, so MAYBE I'm SLIGHTLY exaggerating) and moan, "God, help me!" and we're off! I don't remember much else after that except nausea, screaming, nausea, bumping left and right, nausea, head jerking all directions, nausea, holding tighter and tighter to the bar, constantly ramming Jordan with my left side, oh, and ....nausea. When it was over, I bravely stood, and walked past the wall where no one could see me and I held it up for awhile. Then I said, "Let's go to the water park and find a lounge chair where I can lay down and you girls can go have some fun!"