August 29, 2008 ⏤ top 10 highlights and a question for you

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After I get all of the mutating missionary  blogs from the past re-posted here, I will continue writing fresh ones.  Enjoy the review...

Robyn Rochelle Cox
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Loving God in the Moment

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top 10 highlights of the week:

1. someone coming home - my world feels a bit safer
2. love the fact that men are really strong. Men can move things. Big things. Down many flights of stairs and make it look easy. At least the men I know. I must admit when these guys moved my incredibly heavy oak desk down those steps... I held my breath!
3. eating raspberries from a friend's garden today
4. having a friend come over later than expected and not leaving until 1:30 am. She doesn't get away from husband and child often - but we had some really good girl-time.
5. taking care of some unfinished business
6. deciding to do major spring cleaning in the fall i.e. NOW September 1. - a whole new day!
7. Wednesday morning theology classes
8. studying German
9. laughing, crying, and remembering with my sister
10. laughing, crying, and remembering with my longest known friend
QUESTION???? does anyone else remember this poem. I began quoting it when I was in first or second grade - now how sick is that????? It was in the Childcraft Children's Books.


The Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee
by Mildred Plew Meigs
Ho, for the Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee!
He was as wicked as wicked could be,
But oh, he was perfectly gorgeous to see!
The Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.
His conscience, of course, was as black as a bat,
But he had a floppety plume on his hat
And when he went walking it jiggled - like that!
The plume of the Pirate Dowdee.
His coat it was handsome and cut with a slash,
And often as ever he twirled his mustache
Deep down in the ocean the mermaids went splash,
Because of Don Durk of Dowdee.
Moreover, Dowdee had a purple tattoo,
And struck in his belt where he buckled it through
Were a dagger, a dirk, and a squizzamaroo,
For fierce was the Pirate Dowdee.
So fearful he was he would shoot at a puff,
And always at sea when the weather grew rough
He drank from a bottle and wrote on his cuff,
Did Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.
Oh, he had a cutlass that swung at his thigh
And he had a parrot called Pepperkin Pye,
And a zigzaggy scar at the end of his eye
Had Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.
He kept in a cavern, this buccaneer bold,
A curious chest that was covered with mould,
And all of his pockets were jingly with gold!
Oh jing! went the gold of Dowdee.
His consience, of course it was crook'd like a squash,
But both of his boots made a slickery slosh,
And he went throught the world with a wonderful swash,
Did Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.
It's true he was wicked as wicked could be,
His sins they outnumbered a hundred and three,
But oh, he was perfectly gorgeous to see,
The Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.