Thursday, June 26, 2008

The dream of every little boy...

NASA is offering to take you to the moon for free! Well, sort of--your name, anyway. Read here for more information and instructions on how to send them your info, which will be placed on a microchip, which in turn will go hurdling through space on the Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter (LRO) to the moon itself. The deadline for submitting your name is tomorrow, June 27, 2008. (That's American Eastern Time, I assume, for those of you elsewhere in the world--so Mada and other NZers, remember that you're 16 hours ahead of that at the moment. ;) )

What do you think of that?

Wednesday, June 25, 2008


Watch your thoughts for they become words
Choose your words for they become actions
Understand your actions for they become habits
Study your habits for they will become your character
Develop your character for it will become your destiny
(Author Unknown)

Tuesday, June 17, 2008


The other day I took my little four year-old sister and Cody, the family's golden retriever puppy, on a walk down to the nearby pond. Though we didn't get to spend much time there (on account of the extreme heat, despite the fact that it was almost 5 PM), they seemed to have fun--"Baby Girl" (my own special nickname for my littlest sister) especially enjoyed seeing the ducks and watching the little minnows along the shore, while Cody had to be restrained from chasing the one and jumping in after the other. :P

Anyway, I took a camera with me: here's one of the results (and I may post another soon). :)

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Goverment Funds Murder

This article that a blogger friend of mine pointed to recently gives some truly appalling statistical information regarding abortions and Planned Parenthood in America. What right does the government have to support Planned Parenthood?! I should like to know why they think it's their privilege to bestow our tax dollars on such an organization--more than 300 million dollars worth--a large portion of which is used to support pro-abortion political candidates.

This is wrong! In the name of all of the unborn children that have lost their lives because, in part, of Planned Parenthood, I say this is unjust. Sickening. Repulsively disgusting. Sinful to the core. Murder, plain and simple.

Please pray for our country, ladies and gentlemen; whether you be a citizen of it or not. It is a truly sad state of affairs when more children die by the will of their parents in one year (in 2006 Planned Parenthood alone provided approximately 289,650 abortions) than soldiers died in the past four wars/military operations in which America fought (to date). Actually, the numbers are so astronomically large that I shall put it this way: suppose that the 2006 statistics for Planned Parenthood are the average. Suppose also that the approximate total number of American soldiers killed in all the wars and military operations in which the country has participated over its entire existence is 1,008,057 (yes, I had to do a bit of research for this post). This means that in the short span of just under 3.5 years the number of deaths attributed to Planned Parenthood will have equaled the number of American soldiers killed over the past 232 years.

All those precious little lives stamped out because of the stupidity, insanity, and pure selfishness of their parents. And Planned Parenthood plays on the sinful mistakes and tendencies of the young people in particular--directly in front of the side-road entrance to the college which I attended last semester was a Planned Parenthood office. It stirs my indignation and passion for this subject nearly every time I pass it--almost makes me want to cry.

I wonder if all those unborn children will be present as warriors in the Last Battle on Earth...Wouldn't that be amazing? Just a thought.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Shades of Star Trek

This humorous piece was written by my grandmother, relating her experience when looking to purchase a new cell phone last year. (By the way, for when you encounter the name "Melody"--that's the name of one of my aunts.) Enjoy! :)

All I wanted to do was pick out a new cell phone.

If I renew my Verizon contract for two years, which I had planned to do anyway, I can have practically any telephone I want for free if I buy online. So I am perusing the Verizon web site while talking on my elderly Motorola cell phone to a customer service representative. She says she can't renew my contract with my present telephone because it lacks GPS capability, which is required for 911 operators to know where I am. I am flabbergasted! "What!?" I say to her. "Do you mean these new cell phones know where I am all the time? How can that be possible? Half the time I don't even know where I am, and you're telling me all I have to do is ask my telephone and it will help me find my way home?"

"Absolutely," she assured me. So these new phones are smarter than I am! I'll never get lost again!

("Mom, I think we must have taken a wrong turn."
"Melody, just ask the cell phone how we managed to go two hours out of our way, and how to get back.")

But that wasn't the end of the surprises. I noted that most of the phones are equipped with a Blue Tooth. Now I don't want to sound old-fashioned, but I always thought white teeth looked pretty good on most people. And I told the CS Rep as much. She explained what the Blue Tooth is for, but she couldn't tell me where it got its name. How something that hangs on your ear got named a Tooth I'll never figure out.

Further down the list of the latest features, I ran across a couple of phones which boasted "removable memories." Really, at my age I struggle with half my memory feeling like it has been removed on any given day, so why would I want a telephone with the same problem? Again, the CS Rep (trying to keep a straight face, from the sound of her voice) told me that "removable memory" really refers to "additional memory", stored on a tiny little card that fits into the tiny little cell phone. And when she told me how much memory can be packed onto that tiny little card, I knew -- I just KNEW -- that the Star Trek age is just around the corner. One day soon, I will be able to just slap the Communicator button embedded in my chest, and my blue tooth will activate my GPS and it will all be recorded on my removable memory card. I wonder if I will be able to remember where I put the card?