Man, I love the way kids think. I love the way they talk, the way they dance, the way they concentrate so desperately to colour in the lines with their crayons. I love the way they think, the way they so innocently view things, and how full of wonder they are. Oh boy. And I love the way they somehow find a way to outsmart adults, and they know just the time to do it...

As Mr. Dolphus Raymond was an evil man I accepted his invitation reluctantly, but I followed Dill. Somehow, I didn't think Atticus would like it if we became friendly with Mr. Raymond, and I knew Aunt Alexandra woudn't. "Here," he said, offering Dill his paper sack with straws in it. "Tåke a good sip, it'll quieten you." Dill sucked on the straws, smiled, and pulled at length. "Hee hee," said Mr. Raymond, evidently taking delight in corrupting a child. "Dill, you watch out, now," I warned. Dill released the straws and grinned. "Scout, it's nothing but Coca-Cola." Mr. Raymond sat up against the tree trunk. He had been lying on the grass. "You little folks won't tell on me now, will you? It'd ruin my reputation if you did." "You mean all you drink in that sack's Coca-Cola? Just plain Coca-Cola?" "Yes ma'am," Mr. Raymond nodded. I liked his smell: it was of leather, horses, cottonseed. He wore the only English riding boots I had ever seen. "That's all I drink, most of the time." I had a feeling that I shouldn't be listening to this sinful man who had mixed children and didn't care who knew it, but he was fascinating. I had never encoutnered a being who deliberately perpetrated fraud against himself. But why had he entrusted us with his deepest secret? I asked him why. "Because you're children and you can understand it," he said.
[To Kill A Mockingbird - Harper Lee]

profligate \PROF-luh-guht; -gayt\, adjective:
1) Openly and shamelessly immoral; dissipated; dissolute. 2) Recklessly wasteful. 3) A profligate person.



OH THE SUN. the beach. warm water. hot sand. no goosebumps when i walk outside. t-shirts and shorts. flip-flops. sunglasses.
march 17.

7When my life was fainting away, I remembered the Lord, and my prayer came to you, into your holy temple. 8Those who pay regard to vain idols forsake their hope of steadfast love. 9But I with the voice of thanksgiving will sacrifice to you; what I have vowed I will pay. Salvation belongs to the Lord!” [Jonah 2]

WORD OF THE DAY: hardscrabble (adjective) \HARD-skrab-uhl\
1) Yielding a bare or meager living with great labor or difficulty. 2) Marked by poverty.



I am drinking tea and munching down on handfuls of dry honey nut Cheerios. I don't think I have done anything like that in a long time. And I'm not quite sure why I am drinking tea and eating Cheerios.

There have been many prayer requests I have stumbled upon today. Kayla, Alysha, Momma S., illness is taking over their household it seems. haha. And, my Gram. Yesterday in church while she was playing Amazing Grace on the piano she began having chest pains. Being the tough lady she is, she hoped a nap would make it go away. When that didn't work, she assumed it was just the flu. Finally, last night, she let my stubborn Papa take her to the hospital where they told her she had a heart attack. Not quite sure why. She is still fairly young for a grandma, and she doesn't have any major reason as to why she would have a heart attack. I might visit her tomorrow...we're not sure yet. Thanks to everyone who has already been so encouraging already. Please keep them all in your prayers.

WORD OF THE DAY: specious (adjective) [SPEE-shahs]
1.) plausible or appearing to be true, but actually false: "Felix was never tempted by the specious low-fat menu that hung above the fryers at his local fast food restaurant." 2.) superficially or deceptively attractive

"I think I will be a clown when I get grown," said Dill. Jem and I stopped in our tracks. "Yes sir, a clown," he said. "There ain't one thing in this world I can do about folks except laugh, so I'm gonna join the circus and laugh my head off." "You got it backwards," said Jem. "Clowns are sad, it's folks that laugh at them." "Well I'm gonna be a new kind of clown. I'm gonna be a new kind of clown. I'm just gonna stand in the ring and laugh at folks. Just looka yonder," he pointed. "Every one of 'em oughta be ridin' broomsticks. Aunt Rachel already does." [Chapter22 - To Kill a Mockingbird: Harper Lee]


john wayne gacy jr.

This is my cottage; Copney Cottage, on the east coast of Northern Ireland. Such a beautiful place. God willing, I plan to go back there some day.

"If any of you should ask me for an epitome of the Christian religion, I should say that it is in one word - prayer. Live and die without prayer, and you will pray long enough when you get to hell.
There is enough dust on some of your Bible's to write "damnation" with your fingers."
[Charles Spurgeon]

Wow. Both of these are so important, yet that is so easy for me to forget. Prayer and reading. ACK. You know, sometimes I will try to pinpoint the problem on some "excuse" of mine, but really it's only in my own selfishness. I think that what I am doing now or then or later is more important than spending time with God. It's not.

"Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colours in a parched landscape; but most of all Summer was Dill." [To Kill a Mockingbird: Harper Lee - Ch4]

Word of the Day:
(noun) [meen]

1. bearing or demeanor, especially as an indication of mental state or character: "Tara should have known from Brendan's jittery mien on their first date, that he had deeply rooted, unusually high levels of anxiety."
2. an appearance or aspect; air; bearing