Turtle, Turtle

Here is Ryan with the turtle that Rob won at Cedar Point. It's big and bulky and I have no idea where it is going to end up. Ryan likes turtles but his room isn't that big that a huge turtle can fit in it. Rob only spent $5.00 winning this. And the comments from others at Cedar Point were offending and funny. One guy wanted to buy it, another asked how he did it and when we told him he said "Oh, he's just lucky." I wanted to say "HEY, that's not luck that's talent" and countless others asked where and what game and did Rob "put a spin" on the ball. Little kids would come up and want to touch it. It was like carrying around Micky Mouse.

Where were you?

As I hung out our special 9/11/01 flag I really stopped and tried to remember everything about that day. You know we all say "I will never forget...." but already some details are fuzzy. I was walking with a friend. She called me today and we vowed to call each other every 9/11 no matter where life takes us. We had walked our walk and was sitting and chatting on my porch while everything was happening. We had not a clue. Could say we were innocent. We said our goodbyes, I went in the house to check for messages before getting a shower and on with the things on my to do list. Rob had called and said something hit a building in NYC and to turn the TV on. My mind couldn't wrap itself around what I was seeing. I sat down...watched the news reports. They were coming fast and furious. Some reports were true and other not. Everything seemed to be coming apart. Planes crashing everywhere it seemed. I was home alone and started to really freak out. What was happening to our land? Is this "the end"? I reached for my bible, let it fall open to the Psalms. I had no verse in mind, just read what ever I saw. I needed supernatural comfort. My eyes fell to Psalm 37. Find a bible and read how appropriate it is for what was happening that day. I couldn't believe it. God is good and faithful to those who seek him. And I was definately seeking...an answer to this mess. I have that answer but I don't like it. They hate us. We don't care about anyone but ourselves and we spew firth from our TV shows, movies and internet. They think we are to be killed for that. I couldn't have cared less about any Taliban or Afganistan or anything that wasn't on these shores. I do care now. The world got smaller that day. I now watch a lot more TV news than I used to. My heart stops with they come on with a "Breaking News" story. What will it be the next time? Tomorrow isn't promised to anyone. Hug and kiss and tell someone you love them today. I hope they aren't surprised. The US is forever changed by that day. Are we safer???? Do we care more about the world around us????

What I'm knitting

Here are 2 baby bibs and spit cloth from the Mason Dixon Knitting book. The intended is to be a baby boy hense the blue colors. Actually the baby is here and his name is Garrett Scott. Now I hope the mom uses these and doesn't "put it away" as some cute keepsake. Now I hope I can mail these off to be SPIT on!!!! But that's the way it is with knitting for someone else. You have to trust that they like it, that it fits and that they take care of it. Otherwise you will not knit them one more single thing......