Giving away puppies is not very fun at times.

Love

I love this girl. God has blessed me with her friendship. I say "Thank-you God!!!

Why???

Why are they so cute??? I don't understand where thy get it.

Last chance to see Babes in Toyland today! 2:00!

I love mondays.

Why is it that whenever I what to enter one of the Pioneer Woman's contests for cameras, cooking item and other things, I aways find out about it the day after it has happened. Or the contest winners are just announced. I don't understand.

Mother Goose/Babes in Toyland Part 2!

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
    And can't tell where to find them;
  Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
    And bring their tails behind them.

  Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,
    And dreamt she heard them bleating;
  But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
    For still they all were fleeting.

  Then up she took her little crook,
    Determined for to find them;
  She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
    For they'd left all their tails behind 'em!

  It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray
    Unto a meadow hard by--
  There she espied their tails, side by side,
    All hung on a tree to dry.

  She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye,
    And over the hillocks she raced;
  And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
    That each tail should be properly placed.

-Little Bo-Peep, Tess Hamacher

Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!
  The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
  Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
  Under the haystack, fast asleep!

-Little Boy Blue, Erik Baur

 

Simple Simon met a pieman,
    Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
    "Let me taste your ware."

Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
    "Show me first your penny,"
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
    "Indeed, I have not any."

Simple Simon went a-fishing
    For to catch a whale;
All the to look
    If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much,
    Which made poor Simon whistle.

He went to catch a dicky bird,
    And thought he could not fail,
Because he had a little salt,
    To put upon its tail.

He went for water with a sieve,
    But soon it ran all through;
And now poor Simple Simon water he could find
    Was in his mother's pail!

Simple Simon went
    Bids you all adieu.

-Simple Simon, Jorin Larson

Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig, and away he run,
  The pig was eat,
  And Tom was beat,
And Tom ran crying down the street.

-Tom Tom Piper, Benjamin Wegner

Babes in Toyland opens tonight! These are some more of the Widow Pipers children.

Mother Goose/Babes in Toyland Part 1!

These are some Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes that are about people in the play Babes in Toyland. Enjoy!

Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet. Eating of curds and whey.
There came a big spider who sat down beside her.
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
-Miss Muffet, Rebecca Light



Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea. With silver buckles on his knee.
He'll come back and Marry me. Pretty Bobby Shaftoe!
Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair. Combing down his yellow hair.
He's my love for evermore. Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
-Bobby Shaftoe, Trustin Dinsdale



Lucy Locket Lost her Pocket. Kitty Fisher found it.
Nothing in it. Nothing in it.
But the Binding round it.
-Lucy Locket, Eve Dilly



Mary, Mary, quite contrary. How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and Cockle-shells,
and pretty maids all in a row.
-Contrary Mary, Clarissa Light (Me!)



Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown, and Jill came tumbling after.
Then up Jack got and off did trot, as fast as he could caper.
To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob
With Vinegar and brown paper.
-Jack, Marcus Baur -Jill, Jantzen Larsen

More to come later!

Thomas's Song

Jesus you were all to me, why did You die on Calvary?
Oh Lamb of God I fail to see, how could this be part of the plan?
They say that You're alive again. But I saw death and every sin, reach out to claim their darkest win. How could this be part of the plan?

If I could only hold Your hand, and touch the place where nails were driven.
I would need to feel Your side, where holy flesh be spear was riven.
Then I'd believe, only then I'd believe, Your cruel death, was part of a heavenly plan.

Holy presence, holy face, a vision filling time and space.
Your nearness makes my spirit race. Could this be part of the plan?
I see the wounds that cause the cry, from heaven ocean earth and sky.
When people watched their Savior die. Could this be part of the plan?

Reaching out to hold Your hand, and touch the place where nails were driven.
Coming near I feel Your side, where holy flesh by spear was riven.
Now, I believe. Jesus, now I believe, Your cruel death was part of a heavenly plan.

I proudly say, with blazon cry, You are my Lord and my God!