Wednesday, October 26, 2005

What is Pluto?

What is Pluto?


When astronomers first defined the planets they called them similar bodies that revolve around the sun ,give no light of their own, and they were formed in the same gas and dust that formed the sun.


According to astronomers (The Week, September 30, 2005) Pluto is only one sixth the size of the earth and it is made of ice and dirt.Perhaps it is not big enough to be called a planet. Pluto has a"twin", or an asteroid of the same size that is twice as far away called Sedna. The Astronomers in the know are now saying that we could actually have a 20 planet solar system! Wow!

Gay Men Are Not Perverts And They Do Not Attack Little Children

Gay Men Are Not Perverts And They Do Not Attack Little Children


Rome decided that seminaries will be inspected to find out if any gays are present. If they are "discovered" they will be let out,according to the Chicago Sun Times.This was found in"The Week", October 7, 2005.


Would somebody please tell the Pope and Rome that the definition of being a very sick person , (a pediafile), is not a  typical gay person? Would someone tell him please that the two things are not at all related ? I abhor pediafiles too, but maybe we can focus on people preying on little children .And that to say that means that some person will be targeted in the name of religion?


Remember that Jesus Christ said "Judge not lest ye be judged?"


Come on now. This is not ethical.

Not For All Time But Once....

Not For All Time But Once....


Bernice lifted her quilted fabric up and looked over the design..She thought.."Oh!"....She gently went on sewing...it was a wedding ring quilt, a gift for her cousin.


She thought about her first wedding...that morning she ahd left her job on the motocycle, so happy...grinning all the way down the highway! She arrived at the church with a bag of clothes, ready to get changed...Nothing moved inside of the church building. ... All of this planning, yet no one was here..


She flipped the lights on in the changing room and began putting her lsip on . She began to feel excited all over again! ...She slipped her gown on..where was her sister?...she lsitened for her and for ehr mother...


Then she gazed out inot the church..the candles still flickered at the Virgin's alter..


Suddenly, her mother entered the church. Silently, she closed the door behind her. Her mother's eyes were red and wet... Bernice looked at her, confused...


"Mom?" she said softly.


"Bernice!! Come here Baby."Her mother was shaking hard as she hugged her close to her. Bernice still felt that pain, awful pain, in her heart.The young man she had loved so much...


"There has been an accident Honey.


"Bobby's been hit by a truck on his motorbike."


"Oh no!"


"Bobby's dead."


Bernice sighed. It had been twenty some  years ago,she had another husband  and a child, but still it hurt. her love of Bobby could fill so many pages of a book. And each page would show a shining, new love.


 


 

Friday, October 21, 2005

Paul Little's CarnivAOL

Paul Little's CarnivAOL


It's time to check Paul LIttle's CarnivAOL again!Here is the address:


http://journals.aol.com/plittle/CarnivAOL/


I can promise you it's very varied! You will find journals about two children, about a grandchild, about sad memories of a father, about a great dinner with a mother who has had chemotherapy, about how girls can vent their anger and get even !... about how we all wear masks and why ...and even about poetry.... and Paul's vacation in Italy! Woopee!There is also an antry about a long way home / adventures while driving a child home from work! So go and enjoy!


ALso Paul would like us to submit entrie for the next coming CarniVAOL!


 


 

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Overheard

Overheard


"I don't know what they think we are...they come here ...what do they add?"...


so ... people ...where is..the great.... melting pot.... and ... what  makes...one group... so much... better...


What if... we could... come together... to influence ...neighboring governments.. to be more... humane?


?


 

A Bird of a Different Feather

A Bird of a Different Feather


She pushed her bangs back from her eye. It was raining and she had to get the colored paper home in time to make  those flowers...She buttoned her coat tightly and pulled up the collar of her raincoat...


As she reached her house she rushed in to make the flowers. Soon there was a sound ...the door bell rang... She opened the door to find Jane struggling to stay dry.


"Hi!" she said. "I hope you can still use some help.."


"Oh..Oh sure!" "Come on in!" she said.


She made some coffee for Jane. They worked hard and after some time they took the flowers in little clay pots over to the club house for their gathering.


Later they would come back and have a nice holiday meal, thanks to their own hard work at decorating....


She sighed..it was good to have new friends in a town where she did not know everyone...


Whenthey entered the room a few hours later.. they were appauled... someone had removed the flowers. They had replaced them with cut daffodils in glass vases...


Anna could not believe the callousness of the act...


She was hurt.. she got out of her chair and walked towards the door.


She over heard one of the women saying :" No problem...."


"No..I don't believe she should have been allowed.. She's not from around here..No I know...."


Anna proudly picked up her purse as did Jane. They headed towards the door...


 


 


 

MY Heart's Desire

My Heart's Desire


Soooo.. Hadonfield asked for a list....okeydokey!


I want time for more fun with friends.


I have love and a great family.


I wish I could get lots of cash and build an orphanage.


I hate bias/prejudice/meanness.


I miss the older people.


I fear everyone's demise.


I hear wonderful songs.


I wonder at all of the new things that we learn about life through science.


I wish we would reach out more as a people to other people (countries) in need.


I am not timid.


I need warmth.


I should learn more patience and strength.