Teacher Tree Training

http://www.aslpro.com/cgi-bin/aslpro/aslpro.cgi
This is a fairly good site.

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I submit for your inspection:

The Dogwood;

I now submit The Bradford Pear:

And this is exactly what it looked like. Therefore, I am correct in stating that the tree is a Bradford Pear. You can argue all you want, but the fact is I am right.

Bwahahaha! The great and powerful Anne triumphs again!

LadyAnne

"But people who are close to me call me 'Almighty, Magnificent Lord' "

Do not ever, ever, ever call Jesus a "dude" in my presence. And the entire "Jesus is my homeboy" movement makes my stomach revolt.

Therefore...I submit the following idea. (And yea, I know the actual lyrics aren't talking about this subject...it's more the title that expresses my thoughts on the matter. Plus it is a beautiful song.)

RUSSELL WATSON
Nothing Sacred

If a love as strong as ours
Couldn't make it all the way
Can anything make sense at all?

If a love so deep and true
Couldn't stand the test of time
Then Mount Everest could slide
And Jerusalem could fall

Is nothing sacred anymore?
Is forever just another word?
Is a promise something people used to keep
When love was worth the fighting for?
If we can say goodbye
If we can say goodbye
Is nothing sacred anymore?
If we can say goodbye
Is nothing sacred anymore?

Our love was as certain as the dawn
As solid and safe as it ever could be
Our love was a star you wish upon
And you thought that I said "you"
I could have sworn that you say "me"

Is nothing sacred anymore?
Is forever just another word?
Is a promise something people used to keep
When love was worth the fighting for?
If we can say goodbye
If we can say goodbye
Is nothing sacred anymore?

Is nothing sacred anymore?
Is forever just another word?
Is a promise something people used to keep
When love was worth the fighting for?
If we can say goodbye
If we can say goodbye
Is nothing sacred anymore?
If we can say goodbye
Is nothing sacred anymore?
Is nothing sacred anymore?

Lady Anne

Tra la la, tweedle dee dee...

When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill,
And kisses the roses 'round my window sill,
Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill
Of the birds in the treetops on Mockin' Bird Hill.

Tra la la, tweedle dee dee
It gives me a thrill,
To wake up in the morning
To the mockin' bird's trill.
Tra la la tweedle dee dee
There's peace and good will;
You're welcome as the flowers
On Mockin' Bird Hill

Got a three-cornered plow and an acre to till
And a mule that I bought for a ten-dollar bill
There's a tumble-down shack and a rusty ol' mill
But it's my Home Sweet Home up on Mockin' Bird Hill.

Tra la la, tweedle dee dee
It gives me a thrill,
To wake up in the morning
To the mockin' bird's trill.
Tra la la tweedle dee dee
There's peace and good will;
You're welcome as the flowers
On Mockin' Bird Hill

When it's late in the evening I climb up the hill
And survey all my kingdom while everything's still.
Only me and the sky and an ol' whippoorwill
Singin' songs in the twilight on Mockin' Bird Hill.

Tra la la, tweedle dee dee
It gives me a thrill,
To wake up in the morning
To the mockin' bird's trill.
Tra la la tweedle dee dee
There's peace and good will;
You're welcome as the flowers
On Mockin' Bird Hill

Spring Diatribes...

Please excuse me while I rant. (And no, nothing has brought this on except I have been contemplating the meaning of life, the universe and everything. Well, Principles of Christian Life class may have helped my thoughts along a bit.)

Disclaimer: The author is not referencing any particular person, people or groups. The opinions are her own and completely open to disagreement. She is also not nearly as cynical as she sounds, this just happens to be a pet peeve of hers. The ideas and statements are not directed toward you or anyone you know. There are no situations or problems she is referencing directly. This post is purely on the philosophical/stating random ideas/soap box level. Please accept it as such and take no offence at anything you disagree with. If you have an argument, please feel free to debate. Or hit her. She doesn't promise to change her ideas or conclusions, but does guarantee you will be heard out completely. If this doesn't cover enough of the possible opportunities for affront, please assume whatever is necessary to keep her out of trouble is included herein.

Surely that isn't the way God planned it to be. Why must we complicate and degrade something that He meant for our good. There is no reason to make it harder than it has to be. A man is made for a woman and a woman is made for a man, and man and woman were made for God's glory, so why can't we just accept that and live our lives in his plan and point of view instead of our own, or the world's? And why must we look down on a woman because she isn't makin' babies? That is not what God intended the woman to "be for." Now don't misunderstand me, that is a part of who he intended us to be, but a woman is precious in God's sight as if there were no other person in the universe. Each and every one of us is the single most important person to God. In our own small and finite thought process that is not possible, and impossible to understand or comprehend, yet it is the truth the entire cosmos was based on. The "Holiness" (per se) world tends to be old fashioned in their thinking on this subject. Perhaps not intentionally or consciously, but the vibes are there non-the-less. If you are not married, a teacher, a preacher's wife, or a missionary's wife, you are of below average importance to the kingdom of God. As far as I am concerned, that is fallacy. Every christian is called to be a minister, whether they are "in the ministry" or not. We are not let of the hook because we have no call to the specific fields of preaching or missions. We are all called to be a light to the world and a disciple to the masses, or even just our one or two coworkers, or that little old lady up the street.




Now that I have rambled on for a bit, I'll switch to a lighter subject matter....


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The tree across the way is starting out with it's first spring blossoms. Snowy white and soft as clouds... springs imitation of winter finery... (Oh, look, now I am officially a poet. I waxed poetical about spring.) The smells of Jonquils and fresh breezes is in every breath you take. Makes me happy. I like spring. Except I miss my redbud and dogwood trees.

Now all I need is a horse to truly enjoy it to it's fullest potential.

LadyAnne

Shoes of Death

Sad results of spring-like weather; It means I can't wear my combat boots anymore. And that means I can't kick people nearly as effectively. Oh well. I can adapt. Maybe I should carry a cane-sword. I saw a really cool one in the store the other day. That would be almost as good as big boots, and would probably inflict a bit more damage. Not much but a little.

However, all this is just to say I am wearing the shoes that make me fall...so expect many painful incident updates today.

LadyAnne
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Quote of the Day:
I like an escalator because an escalator can never break, it can only become stairs. There would never be an "Escalator temporarily out of order" sign, only an "Escalator temporarily stairs. Sorry for the convenience." - Mitch Hedberg