Popcorn's Pistol

My oldest daughter, while a princess in my heart, in reality is more a fiery pistol than frilly royalty. This girl is a dynamo, a firecracker, a synergistic force. Her brain functions in a rapid-fire, free-flowing, super- insightful stream. Never stopping, never pausing, ever analyzing. Her talent and potential sizzle just below the surface of her no fear take on life. Christ is grooming her for a ministry like no other. How he knows what her freight train power can do to grow His Heavenly Kingdom. I am waiting prayerfully, patiently, joyfully, peacefully, and faithfully in the wings to see what unfolds in her precious life. Join me in lifting her up to the Light who is Christ so she can find her way and rest in the joy that is her gift from Him. She can out think you, and you, and yes, you too. She is utterly resourceful and can take care of herself, and me, and the world. In a jam? Call her and she'll figure it out for you. She'll provide you with multiple options, all equally feasible. Need to get somewhere? Give her your quadrants and she'll draft you a map, from all four directions. She can survive many manifestations of wilderness... mental wastelands like betrayal, loneliness, sadness, and fear. Her resilience is astounding! I count myself blessed to have guided her when she was young and as a lucky spectator of a brilliant soul finding solid ground.

Popcorn's Princess and her Pictures

My middle daughter is a ray of sunshine wherever she goes. Currently she is shining in a far away Texas town while she studies her loves, French,Poetry, and Art while graciously tolerating other obligatory subjects. You know the ones... She is quite the photographer. I've posted some pics she took on a recent holiday trip to New York. If you know her, you know how beautiful she is inside and out. Her inner beauty, serenity, calmness, and peace as well as her sunny outlook on life is captured by the still shots she snaps with her camera.

Popcorn's Pentax

Stay tuned! Popcorn is traveling far and wide collecting blog photog. Meanwhile enjoy this: WhereGodWantsMe.pps (techno challenged? Press enter to advance slides)

Popcorn's Politics

Something odd happened to my intellect since 1982. Slowly I lost interest in many of the things that used to interest me. I read Newsweek religiously as a sophomore in high school. I had strong political feelings and opinions even then. I earned a degree in Political Science in '82. I taught Government for many years at the high school my kids now attend. I kept up with all facets of political life in America. This does not mean I am not still a patriotic sap. Did you see the" slide show" before the Superbowl this year of all of the Patriot players and NFL leadership reading from the Declaration of Independence? The quotes of our forefathers being read while they showed an actor dressed up like George Washington and Thomas Jefferson? I was on the couch bawling, sobbing. Mr. Popcorn thought I had hurt myself or something. I cried at the sight of Lady Liberty in New York recently. However, as the years have marched forward, I have slowly lost interest in all things political. Politics have just disappeared from my radar. I tune in to the primary returns, the candidate debates, and the late night show appearances of the hopefuls...but I just can't get that old fire lit. I wonder why my political wood is wet?

Popcorn's Other Phavorite Phood

I run, I work out, I do without many things in the name of fitness. But just so you know, I will never, ever, not eat these:

Popcorn's Panic

Yesterday afternoon, a beautiful, sunny, gorgeous day here in my neck of the woods, disaster almost struck. We were driving to the high school track to get in a little work out. We were chatting and shootin' the breeze when all of a sudden a car came barreling towards us not paying any attention at all to us. The driver was coming out of one neighborhood and crossing the street we were driving on, into another neighborhood. She never paused in the median, she just sped right across and at that precise time, we were passing the entry to the neighborhood she was aiming for. I was in the backseat and Mr. Popcorn and little popcorn were in the front. All I saw was this fast moving object coming at us on the left and I just braced myself and closed my eyes. There was no way she was not going to hit us. And HARD. It was going to be bad. Mr. Popcorn was right in the line of fire, broadside fire. But he slammed on our breaks and swerved hard right- into the entrance of the neighborhood she was aiming for. I heard wheels screeching and smelled rubber as I held on to the backseat. Miraculously, I heard no bang, no clang, no crunch. When we stopped and I opened my eyes I asked, "Did anyone hit anyone?"....Mr. Popcorn said, " no". The only thing I heard him yell before I opened my eyes was "Are you kidding me?"The front of our cars were a hair from touching. We all just sat there for a few seconds, then he backed up and let her go on through, no car exited, no words exchanged. Out of nowhere on a peaceful and flower- lined street we drive every single day shot a potentially life-changing arrow. It shook us up.

PROUD Popcorn

I know I know, pride cometh before a downfall and all...but what's a mom to do? My son, precious young kernal, light of my life...anyhoo...At his track meet Thursday afternoon, first of the season, he WHOOPED SOME MAJOR TAIL in the 100 meter dash. Ran it in 11.94 seconds placing first out of four heats for his grade with five high schools in our district competing. I knew you'd want to know.