Well, since it seems that my dear, dear brothers have departed indefinitely, I thought I would post something:
Here's a question for you all.
How do you think your death will occur?
My death, whenever it shall be, shall be brought about by...*gulp*...
SWALLOWING A CHICKEN BONE.
Yes.
I will accidentally swallow a sharp piece of one of those squawking fowl's living cells imbedded in hard calcium compunds, and have it poke into my intestines, fromwhich, I shall become deceased in two days.
I would like to start an awareness program titled: Against Swallowing Chickens Bones And Dying From It Poking The Intestines.
All who would like to join ASCBADFIPTI, please leave a comment. We really need your help! Children everywhere need to be taught the dangers of chicken bones! Let us join up together as a strong force against this potentially deadly weapon.
And for all you poor scared chidren out there:
Remember kids, chicken bones are not to be trifled with.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Where Are My Brothers?
Yo, beloved brothers,
You stole this blog from me, doncha think you oughta post once and awhile?
Sincerely,
The Missing (or not-so-missing) Sister
PS: I changed a few colors around, I happen to enjoy blue better than pink :-)
You stole this blog from me, doncha think you oughta post once and awhile?
Sincerely,
The Missing (or not-so-missing) Sister
PS: I changed a few colors around, I happen to enjoy blue better than pink :-)
Thursday, August 23, 2007
History
I came across this in my history book, and thought it very good, just thought i'd share it with ya'll :)
The Bible teaches that the center focus of God's plan in history is the cross of Christ, all events are moving, not in an endless cycle but in a linear direction from creation to culmination.
Herman Bavinck writes:
...Furthermore, revelation gives us a division of history. There is no history without division of time, without periods, without progress and development.
But now take Christ away.
The thing is impossible, history falls to pieces, for he has lived and died, has risen from the dead, and lives to all eternity;
and these facts cannot be eliminated,- they belong to history, they are the heart of history.
But think Christ away for a moment, with all that he has spoken and done and wrought.
Immediately history falls to pieces.
It has lost its heart, its kernel, and its center, its distribution.
It loses itself in a history of races and nations, of nature and culture-peoples. It becomes chaos, without a center, and therefore without a circumference;
without distribution, and therefore without beginning and end; without principle and goal; a stream rolling down from the mountains, nothing more.
But revelation teaches that as God is Lord of the ages, Christ is the turning point of these ages. And thus it brings into history unity and plan, progress and aim.
This aim is not this or that special idea, not the idea of freedom, or of humanity, or of matierial well-being. But it is the fullness of the Kingdom of God, that all-sided, all-containing dominion of God, which embraces heaven and earth, angels, and men, mind and matter, culus and culture, the specific and the generic;
in a word, all and all.
The Bible teaches that the center focus of God's plan in history is the cross of Christ, all events are moving, not in an endless cycle but in a linear direction from creation to culmination.
Herman Bavinck writes:
...Furthermore, revelation gives us a division of history. There is no history without division of time, without periods, without progress and development.
But now take Christ away.
The thing is impossible, history falls to pieces, for he has lived and died, has risen from the dead, and lives to all eternity;
and these facts cannot be eliminated,- they belong to history, they are the heart of history.
But think Christ away for a moment, with all that he has spoken and done and wrought.
Immediately history falls to pieces.
It has lost its heart, its kernel, and its center, its distribution.
It loses itself in a history of races and nations, of nature and culture-peoples. It becomes chaos, without a center, and therefore without a circumference;
without distribution, and therefore without beginning and end; without principle and goal; a stream rolling down from the mountains, nothing more.
But revelation teaches that as God is Lord of the ages, Christ is the turning point of these ages. And thus it brings into history unity and plan, progress and aim.
This aim is not this or that special idea, not the idea of freedom, or of humanity, or of matierial well-being. But it is the fullness of the Kingdom of God, that all-sided, all-containing dominion of God, which embraces heaven and earth, angels, and men, mind and matter, culus and culture, the specific and the generic;
in a word, all and all.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Robertha Josephine "Bertha" Watt
I decided to post a small saga about Bertha (to bad she didn't have a better name!), this is just a small explaination about her
Miss Robertha Josephine Watt, 12, was born in Aberdeen, Scotland, on 11 September 1899, and was with her mother Bessie Watt on Titanic bound for Portland, Oregon where they were to join her architect father.
They were originally booked on the New York, but because of the coal strike were transferred to the Titanic.
Aboard the ship Bertha befriended an English girl, Marjorie Collyer.
They were rescued in lifeboat 9.
Twelve years old at the time, her most vivid memory was that she was roused from her sleep, and told to say her prayers because the Titanic was in trouble. She wrote about the experience as a student in 1917 for the Jefferson High School newspaper in which she claimed:
To be continued someday...hee, hee, hee!
Miss Robertha Josephine Watt, 12, was born in Aberdeen, Scotland, on 11 September 1899, and was with her mother Bessie Watt on Titanic bound for Portland, Oregon where they were to join her architect father.
They were originally booked on the New York, but because of the coal strike were transferred to the Titanic.
Aboard the ship Bertha befriended an English girl, Marjorie Collyer.
They were rescued in lifeboat 9.
Twelve years old at the time, her most vivid memory was that she was roused from her sleep, and told to say her prayers because the Titanic was in trouble. She wrote about the experience as a student in 1917 for the Jefferson High School newspaper in which she claimed:
To be continued someday...hee, hee, hee!
Friday, July 27, 2007
The Lusitania
The Lusitania was another large ship like the Titanic, and was actually one of the reasons the Titanic was built. The Lusitania and her sister ship were the two biggest and most luxurious ships before the Titanic and her sisters came along. They (the Titanic and the Lusitania) were from two rival ship lines. The Lusitania was very beautiful (But not nearly as much as the Titanic!) but she was sunk by a German submarine’s torpedo on May 7, 1915 a little off the coast of Ireland. This action helped get America into World War I for there were many Americans on board her when she sank. She sank 18 minutes after she was hit, and those 18 minutes were filled with chaos as the 1257 plus people on board tried to get off her, but because the Lusitania was listing to the starboard (right) side so badly, and because she was still moving forward as she sank, it made even the lifeboats unsafe. Because of the angle of the list, the only boats that could be launched were the ones on the starboard side. But even then, they were constantly flipping over, spilling their passengers into the water, then another lifeboat would start to descend, and the lines would break, the lifeboat falling and crushing the occupants of the lifeboat before her. Only a few actually made it safely. The people in the water thought that the Lusitania would flip over onto her side, crushing them. They could look up and see her leaning precariously to her starboard side right above them. The power failed, trapping men and women in the electric elevators. The deck was crowded with people, as it tilted farther and farther, noise was everywhere, screams and shouts of passengers, the noise of wood and metal scraping as the lifeboats were lowered, the calls of the officers, and the cries of babies. People were slipping and sliding along the deck. The ship was filled with passengers, and had a lot of babies and young children on board.
Some mothers tried to give their children to strangers, hoping they could save them. Florence Padley was on the deck when one lady asked her to take her baby, but she couldn’t, because she didn’t have a life jacket. Norah Bretherton grabbed her baby from her play pen, and then asked a man who had frequently played with her young son, Paul, to run down to the cabin and get him. He looked right through her. In desperation she forced the baby into a stranger's arms and ran down and grabbed her son. As she made her way up the crowded stairs, she was horrified by the callousness of fellow passengers, not one man offered to help her in her struggle up the sloping stairs, and she saw one lady with a little baby fall and slide down along the deck, and no one bothered to help her. It was every man for himself. Paul Crompton and his wife were trying desperately to gather up their six children ranging from age five months to fourteen. Anne Williams was in a similar plight with her own six children. Parents ran frantically around the boat searching for lost children, while children screamed for their parents. Baby carriages rolled wildly along the tilting deck, some empty, others not. One man remarked that all he saw in the water were “Children-children were everywhere.” One lady had just laid her eight month old daughter down for a nap when the torpedo hit. She ran back to her cabin, and grabbed the baby. As she started to leave, she remembered her next door neighbor had an eighteen month toddler who was asleep in the cabin right next to her, she could see no sign of the mother, and could not bear to have him stay there. But he was a big child and she could not carry both her baby and the toddler. She had to leave him behind. His little face would haunt her the rest of her life. Many people lost their children; Mabel Henshaw clutched her baby Constance as she jumped into the water, but they both were sucked down, and the force of the water tore Constance from her arms. When Mabel came back to the surface, Constance was gone. Charlotte Pye also jumped in with her baby, Marjorie. “My baby gave a terrible scream and we both sank. When I came up the baby was gone and I was dragged down a second time.” When she came up again, all she could see where dead bodies “and those that were living were screaming and shouting, wanting to be saved.” Charlotte was picked up by a lifeboat, she could do nothing but sit there “Crying and wanting my baby” knowing she would never see her again. The child had met “such a terrible end” and she tormented herself that “she could have taken better care of her” Her will to live was gone. Another woman worked hard to keep her three young children afloat. By the time a lifeboat came to help her, two were already dead. Her third child died moments later. She had to leave them floating in the sea. One woman was in the water with her baby for two hours, and just as some other survivors helped her onto a raft, the baby girl closed its tiny eyes in her arms and died, She had to leave the baby behind in the water. Soren Sorenson (weird name!) watched a mother valiantly try to save her baby by putting it on some wreckage, but it died, and she had to let it go, the little bundle drifting away. A Canadian, Percy Rogers saw a young child wearing a lifejacket and crying for her mother. He could not reach her and had to watch her die.
An Irish couple, Walter and Nettie Moore were holding on to an overturned lifeboat, Walter was trying to hold their baby son out of the water. But as time passed the baby’s skin turned a dark bruised color and froth appeared at his mouth. They realized he was dead. Walter lost consciousness, he said “I can’t hold on any more, Nettie” and slid into the water, still clasping his baby’s lifeless body.
The whole eighteen minutes of sinking was filled with death, chaos, noise, confusion, and fear. The captain of the submarine that fired the torpedo, Scheigner, wrote in his log: “It would have been impossible for me to fire a second torpedo into this crushing crowd of humanity trying to save their lives.” And we are just thankfully that he didn't. Out of the 1,257 registered passengers, the final toll was 1,198 people dead. There was 129 children on board, 94 were killed, and out of the 39 babies on board, 34 died.
Some mothers tried to give their children to strangers, hoping they could save them. Florence Padley was on the deck when one lady asked her to take her baby, but she couldn’t, because she didn’t have a life jacket. Norah Bretherton grabbed her baby from her play pen, and then asked a man who had frequently played with her young son, Paul, to run down to the cabin and get him. He looked right through her. In desperation she forced the baby into a stranger's arms and ran down and grabbed her son. As she made her way up the crowded stairs, she was horrified by the callousness of fellow passengers, not one man offered to help her in her struggle up the sloping stairs, and she saw one lady with a little baby fall and slide down along the deck, and no one bothered to help her. It was every man for himself. Paul Crompton and his wife were trying desperately to gather up their six children ranging from age five months to fourteen. Anne Williams was in a similar plight with her own six children. Parents ran frantically around the boat searching for lost children, while children screamed for their parents. Baby carriages rolled wildly along the tilting deck, some empty, others not. One man remarked that all he saw in the water were “Children-children were everywhere.” One lady had just laid her eight month old daughter down for a nap when the torpedo hit. She ran back to her cabin, and grabbed the baby. As she started to leave, she remembered her next door neighbor had an eighteen month toddler who was asleep in the cabin right next to her, she could see no sign of the mother, and could not bear to have him stay there. But he was a big child and she could not carry both her baby and the toddler. She had to leave him behind. His little face would haunt her the rest of her life. Many people lost their children; Mabel Henshaw clutched her baby Constance as she jumped into the water, but they both were sucked down, and the force of the water tore Constance from her arms. When Mabel came back to the surface, Constance was gone. Charlotte Pye also jumped in with her baby, Marjorie. “My baby gave a terrible scream and we both sank. When I came up the baby was gone and I was dragged down a second time.” When she came up again, all she could see where dead bodies “and those that were living were screaming and shouting, wanting to be saved.” Charlotte was picked up by a lifeboat, she could do nothing but sit there “Crying and wanting my baby” knowing she would never see her again. The child had met “such a terrible end” and she tormented herself that “she could have taken better care of her” Her will to live was gone. Another woman worked hard to keep her three young children afloat. By the time a lifeboat came to help her, two were already dead. Her third child died moments later. She had to leave them floating in the sea. One woman was in the water with her baby for two hours, and just as some other survivors helped her onto a raft, the baby girl closed its tiny eyes in her arms and died, She had to leave the baby behind in the water. Soren Sorenson (weird name!) watched a mother valiantly try to save her baby by putting it on some wreckage, but it died, and she had to let it go, the little bundle drifting away. A Canadian, Percy Rogers saw a young child wearing a lifejacket and crying for her mother. He could not reach her and had to watch her die.
An Irish couple, Walter and Nettie Moore were holding on to an overturned lifeboat, Walter was trying to hold their baby son out of the water. But as time passed the baby’s skin turned a dark bruised color and froth appeared at his mouth. They realized he was dead. Walter lost consciousness, he said “I can’t hold on any more, Nettie” and slid into the water, still clasping his baby’s lifeless body.
The whole eighteen minutes of sinking was filled with death, chaos, noise, confusion, and fear. The captain of the submarine that fired the torpedo, Scheigner, wrote in his log: “It would have been impossible for me to fire a second torpedo into this crushing crowd of humanity trying to save their lives.” And we are just thankfully that he didn't. Out of the 1,257 registered passengers, the final toll was 1,198 people dead. There was 129 children on board, 94 were killed, and out of the 39 babies on board, 34 died.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Annie Oakley
Phoebe Ann Oakley Moses was born in Darke County, Ohio in 1860 to Quakers Susan and Jacob Moses. Her family already had a somewhat turbulent past, with her father a veteran of the War of 1812 and her family having to move to Ohio from Pennsylvania due to a fire burning down the family business, a tavern.
Jacob Moses died in 1866 from pneumonia, but not before giving his wife six other children. Annie was the fifth in line and had to deal with her father's death at a young age, as well as her mother remarrying and having another child before losing that husband as well.
Due to financial circumstances the young Annie was placed with a local family for a time where she was abused both physically and mentally, reconciling with her family when her mother married a third time. Multiple marriages were not unheard of at this time, when a single mother had very little chance of survival or being able to care for her children.
The young Annie started hunting at the tender age of nine to try and put food on the table for her family, resulting in her becoming quite the expert shot. Her skills brought attention from the public and she began to compete in local shows. At the age of 16 she went to Cincinnati and defeated Frank Butler, a noted marksman who was working with a visiting sideshow. But in the end it was Butler who won, wooing the young Annie and marrying her the same year; adding her to his travelling sideshow. At this point she took on the stage name "Annie Oakley".
At that time travelling sideshows were big entertainment, giving the people a skewed view of the old west with wild displays and exaggerations of how life was in the old west not only for women but for natives and those seeking their fortunes.
The Buffalo Bill Wild West Show was just one example and Butler joined the show in 1885 with his expert shot wife. Annie was advertised as "Little Miss Sure Shot", supposedly a nickname bestowed on her by the famous Native American Sitting Bull.
Her fame became widespread thanks to her expert shooting skills and the showmanship of Buffalo Bill, allowing her to pull off such stunts as shooting the ashes off a cigar held by no other than Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany!
Annie Oakley's skills were known around the world, giving her fame and fortune far beyond what a simple girl from Ohio could have ever expected. When she finally passed away on November 3, 1926 she was one of the most famous women of her time, stepping outside of the barriers that restricted women in society. Indeed, the famous musical "Annie Get Your Gun" is loosely based on her experiences! Even after all these years "Miss Little Sure Shot" can still motivate and encourage young girls to look beyond society's boundaries and go further.
Jacob Moses died in 1866 from pneumonia, but not before giving his wife six other children. Annie was the fifth in line and had to deal with her father's death at a young age, as well as her mother remarrying and having another child before losing that husband as well.
Due to financial circumstances the young Annie was placed with a local family for a time where she was abused both physically and mentally, reconciling with her family when her mother married a third time. Multiple marriages were not unheard of at this time, when a single mother had very little chance of survival or being able to care for her children.
The young Annie started hunting at the tender age of nine to try and put food on the table for her family, resulting in her becoming quite the expert shot. Her skills brought attention from the public and she began to compete in local shows. At the age of 16 she went to Cincinnati and defeated Frank Butler, a noted marksman who was working with a visiting sideshow. But in the end it was Butler who won, wooing the young Annie and marrying her the same year; adding her to his travelling sideshow. At this point she took on the stage name "Annie Oakley".
At that time travelling sideshows were big entertainment, giving the people a skewed view of the old west with wild displays and exaggerations of how life was in the old west not only for women but for natives and those seeking their fortunes.
The Buffalo Bill Wild West Show was just one example and Butler joined the show in 1885 with his expert shot wife. Annie was advertised as "Little Miss Sure Shot", supposedly a nickname bestowed on her by the famous Native American Sitting Bull.
Her fame became widespread thanks to her expert shooting skills and the showmanship of Buffalo Bill, allowing her to pull off such stunts as shooting the ashes off a cigar held by no other than Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany!
Annie Oakley's skills were known around the world, giving her fame and fortune far beyond what a simple girl from Ohio could have ever expected. When she finally passed away on November 3, 1926 she was one of the most famous women of her time, stepping outside of the barriers that restricted women in society. Indeed, the famous musical "Annie Get Your Gun" is loosely based on her experiences! Even after all these years "Miss Little Sure Shot" can still motivate and encourage young girls to look beyond society's boundaries and go further.
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