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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Am I just a rebel?

I don't particularly care if I get a thank you card or not.  I am so challenged when it comes to snail mail myself, I think once a gift is given, there should be no strings attached.  I remember well the pressure I felt trying to gather time, stationary, a stamp and an address and put them together into a thank you note within the appropriate amount of time.  I tell you, it is seriously difficult for me.  I know it sounds crazy, but I'd rather bake them a  two layer cake than send a thank you note.  (Hmmm, when I put it that way, perhaps the thank you note is not so bad)

 


Sunday, November 22, 2009

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly...

It was very windy today.  I heard the storm hit sometime in the night.  One moment no unusual sounds, the next, wind whistling around the house.  We were delayed a few hilarious minutes getting to church because the garage door stopped closing every time a leaf broke the electric beam. 


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Portiajules asked about my plays.  This is one I wrote for the seven to ten class last year. They had fun with it.  I needed a specific number of parts and a specific running time, that's why I wrote it.

Daniel and the Lion’s Den

Daniel

Daniel’s servant

King Darius

Three evil advisors

Five Lions

An Angel

Two Narrators

Two Guards

One Hunter

Narrator 1:  Once there was a righteous man named Daniel who loved God and prayed to him faithfully every day. He was the chief advisor to King Darius.

Evil Advisor 1:  What can we do about Daniel? He is the king’s favorite.

Evil Advisor 2:  Yes! As long as he is chief advisor, we can never be better than second best!

Evil Advisor 3: You are advisors; think!  There must be some way to trip him up.

Evil Advisor 1:  No, he is completely good.

Evil Advisor2:   He even prays three times a day.

Evil Advisor 3:  That’s It! I have an idea!

Narrator 2:  Daniel was Jew, and he opened the window and prayed toward Jerusalem out loud .  The evil advisors who were jealous of Daniel had King Darius make a law…

Evil Advisor 1:  Oh king Darius the great,

Evil Advisor 2:  We think it would be good if

Evil Advisor 3:  You passed a law that for thirty days

Evil Advisors 1,2,&3 Nobody prays to anyone except you!

Darius:  That would be a strange law…(thinks) Why do you think it would be good?

Evil Advisor 1:  Well, I think it might give the people…

Evil Advisor 2:  -Something to have in common!

Evil Advisor 3:  (cheerfully) The country that prays together stays together!

Darius:  Very well, make it a law of the Medes and Persians.

Narrator 1:  This was a special kind of law. Nobody could break it, not even the king. Meanwhile deep in the mountains…

Lion1:  I’m so hungry!

Lion 2:  Look for something to eat.

Lion 3:  I smell something yummy

Lion 4:  Here it is, but why is a rabbit just lying here in the path?

Lion 5:  Look out!  It’s a trap!

All lions:  OH NO! (trap springs around them)

All lions:  Roar, Roar, let us out, let us out!

Hunter:  No, you will get me a good price back in Babylon.  I will sell you to King Darius who will put you in a pit.

All lions:  No, no! we cannot hunt for our food in a pit!

Hunter:  You won’t have to hunt for your food, King Darius will feed you..

Narrator 2:  King Darius kept a pit filled with hungry lions.  He used to throw criminals into the pit.  But now, Daniel was a criminal just for praying to God, for after he heard about the law, he just went to his window as he always did, and prayed aloud.

( Daniel prays aloud and evil advisors are listening)

Daniel:  Oh Jehovah! Blessed be your name.  Here we Jews are; still in Babylon.  Forgive us, I pray, let us go back to our own country!

Evil Advisor 1:  Listen to that!  Daniel is praying to his God!

Evil Advisor2:  Even though it is strictly against the law!

Evil Advisor 3:  (happily) Let’s go tell the king!

(come to King Darius)

Evil Advisors Oh King Darius the Great,

Darius: What?

Evil Advisor 1:  Do you remember your law about praying?

Darius:  Yes

Evil Advisor 2:  It was a law of the Medes and Persians, remember?

Darius: Yes, go on.

Evil Advisor 3:  Well, your chief advisor, Daniel, is still praying to his God and not to YOU!

Darius:  Oh NO!  What have I done?!?

Narrator1:  King Darius knew he had been trapped.  He had to arrest Daniel, because it was a law of the Medes and Persians.  He couldn’t break it.  Now he knew his satraps had planned this just to get rid of Daniel.

Narrator 2:  King Darius tried very hard to think of a way not to punish Daniel, but in the end he had to send him to  the pit of lions!

Darius:  Arrest him! (points to Daniel)

Guards:  Yes Sir.  Do you want him in the lion pit?

Darius:  No, but do it anyway.  (to Daniel) I’m sorry I ever made that law!

Guards:  Well, at least the lions will be happy.

Narrator 2:  Darius spent a sleepless night worrying about Daniel.  Meanwhile…

Lion 1:  It’s been days since we had any decent food.

Lion 2:  What has happened to crime in this town?

Lion 3:  Don’t worry, something will turn up.

Lion 4:  Look, here it is now!

(Guards send Daniel into the pit of lions.  All the lions prowl around him, purring and growling.)

Guards:  In you go!

Lion 5:  Hello there dinner!

Daniel:  You shouldn’t eat me.  You should be good lions.

Lions:  We are good lions! We’re in law enforcement!

Daniel:  Then you shouldn’t eat me, because I am innocent. 

Lions:  They all say that. (advance toward Daniel growling and saying things like YUM!)

Angel: (holds out hand), Stop that!

Lions:  Who are you?

Angel:  I am an angel sent by God. You should be good lions.

Lions:  We’re hungry!

Angel:  Daniel is in here for praying to God, and now just to make sure you don’t eat him, (waves hand)

Lions:  What is thammmmmm   mmMMMmmm! (they can’t open their mouths.)

Narrator 2:  God remembered Daniel, and sent an angel to the lion pit to shut the lion’s mouths.  Early the next day…

Darius:   Daniel! Was your God, in whom you trust able to deliver you from the lion’s mouths?

Daniel:  Don’t worry King Darius, I am alright.

Darius:  But how-

Daniel:  God sent an angel into the lion’s pit, and the mouths of the lions were sealed shut!

Narrator 1:  The king was overjoyed to receive Daniel back from the lion’s pit, safe and sound.  Now his attention turned to the satraps who had suggested this terrible law in the first place.

Evil Advisors:  Uh oh.

Darius:  YOU were so ambitious, you betrayed not only Daniel but me!

Evil Advisors:  Uh oh.

Darius:  I think you should get the same punishment as Daniel.  Does that seem fair?

Narrator 2.  It didn’t seem fair to them, but that’s just what happened.

Guard:  In you  go. (pantomimes ushering advisors into the lion pit as they try not to go.  Lions roar)  Well, at least the lions were happy.

 


Saturday, November 14, 2009

All Typed Out.

I thought I would come on here and write a post or something, but when I saw this blank page I just sort of went "bleh".   I have typed approximately 8,000 words this week.  I have a class and I have been writing plays for my drama class.  I am teaching drama at a homeschool enrichment program.  I have three drama classes. 

I learned to type on a real typewriter.  I don't even think the ones at the school were electric when I learned to type.  I used an IBM Selectric, (with the ball) when I was a secretary. 

I was never great shakes at typing in school, and there were so many auxiliary skills you had to master, like: how to erase a mistake and keep the eraser crumbs out of the keys, then roll the paper down, right back to the correct position to type a different letter. We had to learn  how to type subscripts and superscripts for footnotes by loosening the platen and sliding the paper around.  Don't even get me started on footnotes.  That was a nightmare on a manual typewriter.  That self correcting white tape that let you white out with a tap of a key was a marvel...

I can claim that my speed got up to a point where I out-typed the selectric ball a few times when I was doing an environmental study report at work.

Do people even call it typing anymore?


Sunday, October 18, 2009

October 10 2009 012

This is a picture of the moonflower I went out to sniff.  It smelled pretty good.  These are large flowers, about 6" across.  This is the plant  across from the pizza parlor, and the last time I tried to smell it was in the evening, and the aroma of baking bread and pepperoni was overwhelming the delicate fragrance.  This time we went in the morning, so the flowers, which open at night, were getting ready to wilt. It wasn't as fragrant as I remember. I got there just a few days before the frost.  Glad I did. 



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