Thursday, June 26, 2008

My Dream Girl -- posted by John

Last night I had the most wonderful real-ish dream and the saddest wake up. I dreamt I had a girlfriend, but she was more than a girlfriend-- we were meant to be!

We were around twenty years old and oh, we were so in love. She was so beautiful. Man, was she beautiful! Everybody here loved her too.

At one part I was cleaning the goat pen and it was a big job, but I saw her coming out and I didn't care because I was so happy. She came to me and I climbed over the fence and we hugged and kissed. And then I woke up.

I woke up because George rolled over and hit my mouth ulcer with his elbow. It was like I got splashed with cold water and that's when I found out. That's when I found out it was only a dream. But it was more than a dream because I really loved her! I just laid there and cried because I lost her.

I fell back asleep again but all that happened was her father died and I didn't know about it and she was very sad. I don't know how old he was because they didn't give me that kind of detail in my dream.

When Mom came down the hall this morning, I got up quickly to tell her my dream so she could write it as I said it because I write very slowly and I didn't want to forget it. Sometimes Mom and I are like The Ghost and Mrs. Muir because she writes down what I say and it is already spelled right so I don't have to say, "How to you spell... ? " She never changes my words though because then it wouldn't be me writing it. (It would take me a day and a half to write this post in cursive.)

Anyway, the whole dream was about loving. I could have stayed in that dream, it was so good. It was sorta like 50 First Dates when Drew Barrymore kept painting pictures of Adam Sandler even though she couldn't remember him. He was still in her somehow. Well, this dream girl was still in me even after I woke up.

That's like real Christian love. There is a difference between real Christian love and phony Christian love or not Christian love. Real Christian love never ends. Even if my wife turned out to be a phony, and divorced me, I would always love her and pray that me and the Lord would win her to us. That's what I hate about making friends that aren't born again. They leave or break up and don't last forever. Phony Christian love isn't really Christian at all. Where we live, there are a lot of phony Christians. That's why we haven't found a church yet. We have church at home like the first Christians did, but we're hungry to meet more real Christians but they are probably in homes, too, so we keep praying that the Lord will hook us up. We know some but they are too far away to be with.

We're going to visit churches again soon but, in the meantime, I started a church for me and George and Richard but Richard never comes even though I ring the dinner bell. I read the Bible to George but he can't handle a whole chapter except when Mom or Dad are reading during Bible time. So I read 5 or 6 verses and then we pray.

I love the book of Romans because I got holy on chapter 8 especially verses 1 & 2:

1There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. 2For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus hath made me free from the law of sin and death.

And verses 13 & 14:

13For if ye live after the flesh, ye shall die: but if ye through the Spirit do mortify the deeds of the body, ye shall live. 14For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God.

It's like the Holy Spirit just grabbed ahold of me with that chapter and then I just got it.

Mom got holy on I John chapter 3 (not the Gospel of John but I John) especially verse 9:

9Whosoever is born of God doth not commit sin; for his seed remaineth in him: and he cannot sin, because he is born of God.

Before God made me holy, I was so scared because I didn't want to go to hell. I knew Jesus came and died to take away the sins of the world and I started thinking about it a lot when I was alone, like in the bathroom. I knew I wasn't safe because I did sins. I got so sick of it that I grabbed a Bible and my mom and I took them to her room and I told her I wanted to get holy so I confessed my sins and prayed and asked Jesus to give me a new heart, one without sin in it.... best day of my life!

It's a relief to not have to go to hell!

Monday, June 23, 2008

Through the Time Zones -- posted by John

I made another friend on Diaryland named Mrs. Sarah and she writes me notes and I write her back. Although, for some reason, my notes to her posted twice. Mrs. Sarah's so nice, it posted twice! She thinks I'm a gentleman because I say Mrs. Sarah instead of just Sarah. I am a gentleman, but the truth is most real Southern kids say "Mr." and "Mrs." to adults and we say "Yes, Ma'am" and "Yes, Sir". It took one of my brothers a long time to get in the habit, but we kept working with him.

There are lots of rules to good manners but if you forget, just remember the most important rule is to let others go first, and love your neighbor as yourself. Unfortunately, we've all watched the last piece of cake go bad because no one wanted to eat the last piece. You should always yield to others, but please don't let the cake go bad!

It's weird to think about Mrs. Sarah being 5 hours ahead of us and Ms. Maggie Mae is an hour behind us. I looked it up on The World Clock and our globe. *waving through the time zones to Mrs. Sarah and Ms. Maggie* (even though Mrs. Sarah might be asleep now)

Sometimes I meet people online and they read my journal for awhile and then quit. That always makes me so sad because I feel like I have room for everyone.

I watched A Knight's Tale again. It is very confusing because it has some things from nowadays, like music.

It was shocking to see Heath Ledger, and I just kept thinking about how he is dead now.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

The Lion Sleeps Tonight-- posted by John

"In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight..." I've had that song on my mind all day.

Sometimes I get a Toby Keith song on my mind. It's the angry one about terrorists and it goes...
"And you’ll be sorry that you messed with The U.S. of A.
`Cause we`ll put a boot in your *beep* It`s the American way." Only, I'm not allowed to sing the *beep* part out loud. I can sing it in my head though.

God hates people who love violence but he does want men to protect their families. I don't want to ever kill anybody but I would do it to protect my family. I may look small but I'm a mean, green, fighting machine.

We've been hearing things in our woods lately and that's why I have all this on my mind. If it's just a homeless man who wants our chickens, I would want to feed him or send him to a hotel or make him our butler, but I wouldn't want to kill him. But if it is a mean, dangerous man, I'll put a boot in his *beep*.

Actually, I would call on Jesus first, then, if he tried anything, I would knock him out. I would call the police and let them shoot him with a sleeping pill shot and let him wake up in jail. End of story.

For Father's Day we got Dad the HBO series on John Adams. He LOVED it. The look on his face told it all! He loves history.

He already bought himself a drill, and since his car died and he gets to get another one, we only got him one present. Sarah Grace baked him a cake, too.

The girl who plays the daughter of John Adams is attractive.

We all love history. We're always playing Sharpe or Greeks or knights or Davy Crockett or Musketeers or some time in history. Lately I've been James's squire.

Mom loves Puppy, the sheep. Everytime Mom turns around the bend, Puppy comes running up to her to be petted. That's why they named her Puppy.

Puppy just stomps at me. I don't know why.

Veronica, a Saanen goat, bites my hair. Another Saanen, Ida Claire, either runs away or tramples me and George, or she steps on my foot. Uncle Bob, our llama, spits or sneezes on me. Widget is just annoying and Crumpet does nothing.

I feel so very bad for Crumpet. He was born with a deformed foot and they were going to put him down so we took him for a pet. He hobbles around on that old foot like a peg leg.

Today I went to kiss Margot Tenenbaum (our adopted dog) on the nose, and she lifted her head at the same time so I accidently kissed her on the mouth!

Monday, June 9, 2008

William Wilberforce -- posted by John

Mom has been bribing me with coffee so I will get up with the sun. It's been triple digits here so we've had to get up at 5:00am to clean the animal pens. Mom knows I love Starbucks, but I'm only allowed to have it on special occasions. I guess shoveling manure is a special occasion now.

We watched Amazing Grace yesterday when it was too hot to go outside. It is a movie about a man named William Wilberforce who was an abolitionist in England. It was during the time of the French Revolution but it was in England.

I don't know much about the French Revolution except it was the French against the French and the king and queen got their heads chopped off. I saw Les Miserables, the movie, but I don't remember it. I got a mug from when Mom and Dad and the "Big Four" saw it live at the Koger Center. That's all I remember so Mom said she'll get the movie. The book is probably too hard for me.

Amazing Grace was produced by the girl who plays Debra on Everybody Loves Raymond.

William Wilberforce was friends with William Pitt. That is who Pittsburg is named for.

Anyway, Wilberforce ended slavery in England through politics rather than the bloody war in the South here in the United States. General Sherman was an evil man like Hitler.

Wilberforce was friends with a man who once was the captain of a slave ship. The man became a Christian and wrote the song Amazing Grace. He was so happy God saved a wretch like him! You've got to see this movie. We TiVoed it.

Dad taught me a bird call. I make four fingers, stuff them between my thumb and pointer, put my thumbs together and blow. I can also flap my hand to make a quivering whistle. It can also sound like a train whistle.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Overheard -- posted by Mom


Sarah Grace: "Will, did you eat all of the crab rangoon wontons I brought home from class?"

Will: "I had to. I was watching Ocean's Twelve and Brad Pitt was eating."

Sarah Grace: "Eating will not make you Brad Pitt. Eating will make you fat."


George: "You know the day after yesterday, er, and then the day before that? Richard must have used my toothpaste because it's all crooked."


Richard, holding one rubber ball: "I just can't juggle, Mommy."


John: "May I have another piece of Canadian bacon? I don't know how those Canadians do it, but that stuff is delicious!"


Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Carry You Home -- posted by John

Last week I got to listen to Rhapsody with Mom. She showed me Eric Clapton. Eric Clapton wrote a heartbreaking song about his little boy who died when he fell out of a tall apartment building. The little boy was running around while a worker was working on the bathroom and had a large window open. I cried when I heard that song.

I heard a lot of Eric Clapton songs. One about a girl named Sally and one about a girl named Layla, and some others, but I felt the one about his son the most.

Eric Clapton wasn't married to the little boy's mother. I don't understand that, and I didn't think it was possible, but Mom said it happens.

I showed Mom James Blunt's new song called Carry You Home. It is about a girl he is watching die and he promises to carry her home. It is one of my favorite songs.

James Blunt used to be like a minor Baldwin brother that I didn't really care about, but then when I heard more of his songs, I started to like him and now I would like that CD for my birthday in November.

That song makes me think about what I would feel if I had a wife and she was dying before my eyes. Songs can really churn up a lot of emotion in me.

Yesterday I slept from lunch to supper. I know it was because of how hard I worked over the weekend. It was the final weekend of building the dog pen and we worked on it from dawn until dusk.

My job was to get all the brush and yard trash out of the area and I helped dad build the gate. The older boys cemented posts and drove in t-posts and installed the horse fence. Dad also helped them.

After sleeping most of the day, I got up during the night because I couldn't sleep. I thought about surprising Mom by cleaning up the house but all the lights were out, so I thought "oh, bummer" and I just laid there and thought about stuff. Next thing I knew it was breakfast time and farm chores.

I met a lady online who likes my journal. I think she liked my last entry about Sarah Grace. Hi, Miss Maggie! I'm glad your real name is Maggie. I love it!

Monday, June 2, 2008

Overheard -- posted by Mom


Mom: "Richard, did you brush your teeth today?"
Richard: "No actually. I'm taking a break from that. But I'll be back on it tomorrow. On my honor, Mommy."


George: "Chickens. don't. like. pudding."