Poetic Post

I was cleaning my room today and found a piece of paper full of scribbles. Upon closer inspection the scribbles were actually genius rhyming and i have no idea what so ever who wrote it, but for the reader's entertainment (and my own) here is what has been discovered.




"Oh proud left foot, that ventures quick within, then soon upon a backward journey lithe. Anon, once more the gesture, then begin: Command sinistral pedestal to writhe. Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke. A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl. To spin! a wild release from heaven's yoke, blessed dervish! surely thou canst go, girl! The Hoke, the Poke--banish now thy doubt verily, I say, 'Tis what it's all about'."



What a fantastical version of the Hokey Pokey!!! hope this reader has smiled today...



THE END

Wake Up!!!!

This morning my poor daddy was just trying to help and it was dark so I understand the mismatch. Five minutes before my alarm was set to go off Daddy came busting in worried that I was going to be late for work. He had a wringing phone in his hand causing us to think that my alarm was left elsewhere in the house rendering it useless. As it turns out it was my sisters phone and I don't have to be to work for another hour yet. But the upside is I got lots of Daddy hugs before he went back to sleep to enjoy the rest of his Saturday.

THE END!

Yellow Submarine

Once upon a time my siblings and I stopped at a burger ville during one of our excursions. After munching our food and joking for a bit we dared the Pudding, (the youngest) to push some buttons on the music box. Happy to bravely fulfill the dare she glanced through the song listings a minute before finding one she was happy with. Unfortunately for every one in the building the machine was broken due to unforeseen circumstances. The chorus of the Yellow Submarine rolled around with a crashing halt causing every one to flinch and cringe while sinking lower into their seats. Then the yellow part of the song insisted on going through a loop followed by a crash, so for the remaining five minutes of the song we all heard




"Yellow! *crash* Yellow! *crash!* Yellow!" and so on. Poor Pudding refused to try again and the burger ville employees were sending us dark looks, but if they didn't want us messing with the machine they should have put a sign on it or something. At least it wasn't something obnoxious like the credit commercials.



so any how



THE END

Never Board

Last week me and my dear Donnie took a train to Seattle to visit Raph and Mikey. (we gave each other the names of the ninja turtles. They were the only foursome cool enough aside from the four musketeers and we like having nick names)
Any who, one evening we embarked on one of our many adventures and wound up at the mall. We were there for about forty five minutes before it closed and on our way out we happened to notice the Red Robbins restaurant attached to the food court.

Cheese sticks sounded amazing so we tried the door but it was locked. The establishment was still open just locked. It was an odd paradox. So a helpful security guard told us hooligans that we had to go out side and use the other entrance. We thanked him and went out side.

The building was a bit confused because the mall appeared to be on the second floor and we had to take stairs to return to the side walk. We found another entrance further down the street and happily it was an elevator. (we like elevators) Unfortunately when we exited the contraption we were right next to the locked entrance of Red Robbins again and right behind the security guard who had his back turned to us.

Like ninjas we scrambled and shoved our way back into the elevator. We went to the ground floor and then the second again a few more times just for fun before looking for the ghostly entrance of the restaurant we wanted food from. It seemed to be just that, a ghost. We even stopped an employee who happened to be wandering the vast empty parking lot with us and she pointed back at the main entrance now guarded.

Raphael proclaimed that the security man was just board and wanted us kids out of the mall. So we settled for a burger place before going to see our movie which was a bad idea. It was a horrible movie, I suppose the name and actors should have given it away. (Never see Season of the Witch!!!) And before the movie we got lost in the theatre that had multiple levels. Finally the evening was over and we returned to the bus stop around o'dark thirty in the morning.

Unfortunately the driver saw us coming and left before we could get on the bus. This made Mikey most upset and Raph stood forlorn with her arms in the air out of shock. Me and Donnie kept laughing though. I think it made the morning worse for Mikey.

Eventually another bus took pity on us and then another and after a bit of a walk we returned safely to the apartment in the basement of the mansion. It really is the setting for a fantastic story or maybe an epic movie. Any ways I am never board with my wonderful ninja friends! Even a simple evening at the movies can turn into an adventure.



THE END!!!

Animals

I think that my family is good with animals because the animals can sense the Jesus in each of us. Animals have that extra sense that can tell if a person is sincere or not.
And then there's the other effect my family has on animals. Even if the pet starts out like an average dog or cat or bird etc. Being around other house hold members will certainly turn them into a one of a kind personality quirk of unusualness.

This puppy here is little Conguito (Kon Geet Oh), and he gets confused allot. When he runs around the house its always in a bit of a confused panic like he's lost or something. I remember one day I was putting towels away in the bathroom when I sensed a presence behind me. Upon turning there was Conguito frozen with one paw up in mid step. He stood there in the door staring at me with wide eyes and one ear standing straight up.
There was about a minutes pause before I got up the courage to ask him if he was alright. In reply and while still staring at me, he slowly tilted his head. He waited just a moment before licking the wall and running off like something from the little shop of horrors was chasing him.
That made me laugh for quite some time so here it is on my blog. Ta daaaaaa!

THE END

Fantastic

Today I received a reply to my two weeks notice...

My former employer and I tend to have very different opinions on things and I was having a hard time, but God who is ever in control has found me a new job with the hours I need WAHOOOOO!

Well the reply I got and was expecting to be a huge insult and question of my character was actually a praise and encouragement. They said "Thank you for working with us and we are sorry you had a hard time, Please use us as a positive reference and good luck with your new job we hope its wonderful."

God so cares about every thing!!!!!

THE END

Heavenly Places

At one point during the Jesus Culture conference, Pastor Jake was showing us how going to heavenly places is so easy. He instructed every one to close their eyes, take a deep breath, and just let Jesus take us where He wanted to go. It was crazy FUN! instantly all over the sanctuary young people and kids got pictures and ideas and amazing stuff and every one was feeling the effect of Jesus being in the room.

I had been standing on my chair due to the shortness of my stature and I really wanted to see what was going on, on stage. So every one closed their eyes and waited. I think the room might have developed a vacuum since every one took a breath at the same time. When my eyes were closed I could still see the place we were in only there was one addition aside from being clearer. Jesus was standing at the other end of the room walking in the crowd. it was so vivid that I opened my eyes but the room was dull again. still something was itching at my brain so I jumped off my chair and went to where I saw Him standing, but there nothing. So I returned back to my seat and closed my eyes again.

As every thing became clear again I saw Him and He stood still but the teenagers around Him, one by one each person turned into a flaming red orange mass like lava and flew towards the ceiling. it looked like flaming upside down rain. they slapped through the ceiling and shot into the sky, zig zagging about like rockets.

Then the United States was before me and one of the lava raindrops landed in New York and there was an explosion. Fire came out like big red arrows and flew West South and East. Then I saw myself coming to a landing in Africa and there were children running. When I landed some of them stopped and began giving me hugs and i was telling them that every thing was okay.

I think that's enough for one post.

THE END

Jesus Culture!

I'm at the Jesus Culture conference in Redding California, well we actually just finished tonight but happily its Saturday so we still get an awesome church tomorrow before we go home. Jesus Culture is a youth conference that happens a couple times a year. It was originally the youth group from Bethel Church having an extra extravagant party but now its morphed into something so big that it takes the Convention Center and the whole Church building to contain it.

Young people have come from all over to party with God this weekend. What the teachers have been instilling in us these past two days is how we are a supernatural revivalist generation. And that God wants us to have His presence all the time in our homes and in our city's. There has been a lot of praying against fear because that's a last resort trick of the devil, and we have inherited what our Daddy God has that's His favor and authority. He likes to pamper and love His kids, so when we ask that cancer be gone, God is so happy to make that happen.

Also we learned that the Holy Spirit has called us to live our lives with a shout (we are after all generation extreme). Live with a shout and show that with our time, money, energy, attitude, encouragement, and forgiveness. Church should be a party all the time because Jesus is in our midst. And Christians should be the most forgiving loving people because we have been the most forgiven.

The teacher we heard from today is called Russel Evans and he talked about the part in the Bible where Jesus was crucified for us, and in His last breath He said the words "It is finished." at that point all of hell cheered because the devil had his fill of blood and the man that had caused him so much grief was dead. But on the third day, in the midst of hell Jesus appeared in Satan's face causing much fear and panic. Jesus took the keys of our inheritance from the devil's petrified hands and said "What I meant by its finished, was their death is finished and your reign is finished."

The crowd was going absolutely wild at that point. Just before Teacher Russel had shared about what he imagined Jesus raising from the dead to be, we had been learning how to make a joyful shout. 11,000 young people in a room learning how to shout is definitely something to be seen and heard. When he got to the "Satan your finished" part, the sanctuary erupted with a powerful Ruah (meaning to sound an alarm). We meant to shake the earth and I'm pretty sure we did.

There is so much more to say that I can't put into words at the moment, but I most certainly will later. For now THE END

A different kind of gaggle adventure

For quite some time now it has been a joke among the gaggle to always say we are getting tattoos. Whenever we vacate the house for some spur of the moment reason, one of many parents would say "Don't talk to strangers!" or "Don't drink and do drugs!" or "Drive on the right side of the road!" etc. etc. And our response would be "Don't worry we're just going to all the bars and all the tattoo parlors." All in good fun of course, the parents would laugh nervously and mutter amongst themselves. For added effect every time a tattoo parlor would pass us by someone would crow "Hey guys lets go get tattoos!!!"

Well finally two of us did it. After much debate and thinking on my part (it was spur of the moment for my friend), Two gaggle members have permanently art worked their epidermises. There has indeed been much grief from our circles of friends, I think the entire world has been split in half for every other person says that tattoos are okay and every other person says that tattoos are evil! we're just going to leave it at that because if every one had the same opinion it wouldn't be very fun.

The gaggle that went with me for my permanent marring of the skin were fully supportive and willing to hold my hand no matter how hard I squeezed (I'm very strong). Also they were there to catch me should fainting occure but the little machine barely resembled a needle at all, it actually looked like a cross between a pen and a glue gun.

This is what I decided to put on the inside of my wrist. We left the leaves out of the picture so its just the dove. My other gaggleite got a dove as well but it wasn't planed that we have similar tattoos and we got them at different times at different places.

For me though I like the dove, in the bible when Jesus gets baptised the holy spirit appeared in the shape of a dove and whats shiny about doves it that their eyes can only look straight ahead. Most birds their eyes are on the sides of their head so they can see in front and behind them. (That's why crows have issues is cause their looking in to many directions at once, it makes them grumpy) Anyways I like the fact that doves can only look forward because I want to only look at Jesus and not be worried about whats behind me.

Another little ponder as this comes to a close, if the gaggle finally went and got tattoos...what else is actually going to happen in the future?

THE END

Post of a Post

I am going to try and put my musings into blog form and see how that works for a while. This here is the Blog of Pippin/Sparky/anybody, colonel of the infamous Gaggle Squad and since most of us are getting quite busy with this thing called growing up, I have taken it upon myself to manage my own blog! heh heh heh we'll just see how long this lasts.

This picture here is of me, icca chou, and pudface, taken on the event of Christmas Eve and every thing wonderful! For Christmas we had the privalage of going to grandma's house and being with the entire family. The whole evening was spent munching on food, opening presents, and enjoying each other's company.

As the hours began to roll towards the A.M. we found ourselves sprawled on the floor, staring with glazed eyes at the sparkely christmas tree or what was left of it anyways. Nana our great grandmother has had the joy of beading little ornimate bells just for the fun of it. And as the years have gone by we seemed to have aquired more bells than tree. Really what us young adults were staring at was a giant glowing bell that reached to the ceiling.

By now we were giggling in our overtired state of randomness and we were so impressed at the great acheivement of turning our tree into a giant bell at long last, that we began to sing Melekalikimaka (the greatest christmas carol ever). To acompany our singing, Evarella danced a lovely hula to our labored caroling. It was truly a hallmark moment. For the finally dear uncle lept to assist her with a walts and they finished with a tripping bow.

The crowd went wild with aplause!

This is the conclusion of my christmas memory and my first blog post.

Ta Daaaaaaaaaaa!

-Pippin