Another "Kids say the darndest things..."

Butt Dust

What, may you ask, is "Butt dust?" Read on as these
marvelous stories unfold of what children think about
and you'll discover the joy in it!

BRITTANY (age 4) had an earache and wanted a
painkiller. She tried in vain to take the lid off
the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mom
explained it was a childproof cap and she'd have to
open it for her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little
girl asked: "How does it know it's me?"

SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the
hiccups. "Please don't give me this juice again,"
she said, "It makes my teeth cough."

D.I. (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and
asked: "How much do I cost?"

MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that
were hugging and kissing in a restaurant. Without
taking his eyes off them, he asked his dad: "Why is
he whispering in her mouth?"

CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried.
When his Mom asked what was troubling him, he
replied, "I don't know what'll happen with this bed
when I get married. How will my wife fit in?"

JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His
dad read: "The man named Lot was warned to take his
wife and flee out of the city , but his wife looked
back and was turned to salt." Concerned, little
James asked: "What happened to the flea?"

TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met an
elderly, rather wrinkled woman her Mom knew . Tammy
looked at her for a while and then asked, "Why
doesn't your skin fit your face?"

The Sermon I think this Mom will never forget....
this particular Sunday sermon... "Dear Lord," the
minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and
a rapturous look on his upturned face. "Without you,
we are but dust." He would have continued but at
that moment my very obedient daughter (who was
listening!) leaned over to me and asked quite
audibly in her shrill little girl voice,
"Mom, what is butt dust?"

No Means No (The words of Christ and a great band!)

Tony Campolo on The Hour...haha...he shares freely with George about his views on The American Democratic Party, The Religious Right and Jesus! George seemed slightly overwhelmed by the high energy Pasor but at the same time amused and receptive...www.cbc.ca/thehour

I (sonnets)

Inside my mind a bird forced songful tear
To whistle music that one cannot hide
A trumpet treb' of ears deceit so clear
A scream of magic babes and morning hate
Now mothers face a radiant song of tides
Were lullaby's to calm my oldhead's pain
And help the potter's brow to gaze his pride
While song is reaped of all it's youthful shame
Watery meals that cannot please the tongue
Now shout to interrupt the evening hymn
And fear not the dark, dark pallor of our son
I'll quate the math of sound and I it's sum
From you dear lyric I cannot escape
The latter work of melodies and fate

Feels Like Forever

Have you ever watched a running brook? A snow storm? A sunny day? It's all about change but not obvious change... This is the way life unfolds for us like 90% of the time. It's how spring springs. It sorta sneeks up us. Like even if we wanted ungodly low temperatures and snow storms we would have to wait another six months before our desires could be satisfied. Music and design are a mirror of this concept. The greatest song is the one that sneeks up on you like a theif in the night. It steals a piece of our security and makes a bold statement about it's meaning and leaves a wake of change...It's dangerous and we know it. As dangerous as ignoring change. We are even willing to pay money to expirience it...to appease it. Let's return to the babbling brook. It cuts the earth and feeds the deer. It can overflow and flood the earth but at the same time nurishs plant life. Change is a paradox but so is free will...it can cut in the spirit.

Art is the wife of a life well lived...