He's making a list and checking it twice; gonna find out who's naughty and nice.

Clicking this title will take you to one of the most obnoxious web pages I've ever seen that will make you like Santa, Jesus, Christians, and Christmas each a little less.

Meant to put this up a couple weeks ago. Suppose it's still ridiculous/funny, which are really the only two requirements for

THE WEEKLY INAPPROPRIATE CHURCH SIGN



Happy Thursday to all and to all a good night!

From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters...

I needed that title in the worst way. If this embedding doesn't work, click on the title to play a great simple game.

How fun is this? I got 40 out of 51 and was ecstatic about it! How will you do?

Every thing turn, turn, turn,

Pete Seeger wrote this now classic song. Read all about it by clicking the title and hitting wiki. I liked it for a title and I like most versions of the song.

Here is a poem I worte for my dear friend Lauren:

The Sun and The Rain and The Apple Seed
By J.D. Rose

Season’s end,
and all that I love about summer passes
with it; the overwhelming sense of heat in open air
and hidden cool found beneath shaded trees and awnings.
I will miss the way the grass felt
between my bare toes as I ran through these days and explored
every inch of the wilderness
I found out my back door. Freedom
is the best word for my summer. Unrestricted,
unhindered, freedom to question and search and play; to discover
and now I have a good idea what all my seasons should include.

Season’s end, and now my days begin their steady decline
in daylight hours, which will matter less than I first thought
as I do my best work late in the day. I have begun
to see the leaves fall and the colors change on the trees about my age.
It is beautiful, not sad. I have also begun to see my roots
stretching out and the seeds fallen from my branches
take roots of their own. Children, or brothers and sisters,
that will be the legacy of my summer days; growing and teaching
all at once. Knowing always I could stand to lose a few adornments to this crown.

And you sister, questioning now what the seasons mean,
are a blessing to my deepening roots, the most pleasant
ring around me. I look forward to seeing Summer
through your eyes, then Fall,
then Winter, then final Spring
with its eternal birth.

Seasons end
and I could not be more
excited about the places I have ventured,
the seeds I have planted there, or the days
to come as my forest rises up with me
in it and passes through all time.

And you will be there; still a part of
what I love about summer, deeply
bound to that first budding thought
in my days of freedom. And we will find
heat and cool and calm all over
again. But we will stand much taller
then, surrounded by life
growing and teaching through seasons
passing into eternity.