*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[Alaskan]

There are many kinds of "splat". The very large ones, if they land on your head, turn you into a splat too.

 

[Bunnylady]

Not a whole lot going on around here. A lot of "splat" in the form of raindrops and the occasional tree frog, but no meese or any other semi-catastrophic splats.

 

[Tanichca]

Just to let everyone know... You are all beautiful and you're all loved because you were made by God, who is love incarnate, for a purpose. my life just did a 180 this week. There's so much to say! Eep!

 

[sourland]

As are you, Tani.

 

[Bunnylady]

Just to let everyone know... You are all beautiful and you're all loved because you were made by God, who is love incarnate, for a purpose.

my life just did a 180 this week. There's so much to say! Eep!

Oh, gee, I'm having a Gaither flashback, ". . . I am loved, you are loved . . . we are free to love each other, we are loved." When I was a teen, every time the Bill Gaither Trio was in the Norfolk/Virginia Beach area, we went to see them. Was it really that long ago?

 

[sourland]

"When you were a teen" - was that during the formative years of the trio?

 

[Bunnylady]

Umm, well, it was after Gloria became part of the group, but before Danny left - I'm not sure whether that counts as "the formative years."

 

[oldrooster]

Bunny Bill and Gloria live in my home state of Indiana. SIL's family where neigbors and know them quite well to this day.

 

[Bunnylady]

That little trip down memory lane has gotten me thinking about how so many things have changed in so many ways . . . .

Toys, for example. When I was a kid, very few toys had batteries. Now, of course, it's almost impossible to catch my kids' interest with anything that doesn't have at least one battery, or a plug (well, to be fair, Baby

does like to read). But even when they were babies, an awful lot of the toys my kids were given lit up, or moved, or talked at you in some fashion. One of the worst was a sort of soft doll-like thing with a froggish face called "Baby Tad." It had several buttons that lit up; it would chatter and sing in this shrill, psuedo-childish voice. Fortunately, Baby

outgrew whatever interest she had in it at a pretty young age, and it got consigned to the attic, where it was forgotten.

Batteries can last a long time when they aren't being used, you know? I think Baby

was school age when I started hearing voices. Seriously, I would be alone in the house, and I kept hearing what sounded like a voice somewhere, saying something I couldn't quite make out. The radio wasn't on, nor the TV; I didn't really think I was hallucinating. Finally one day I pinpointed it as coming from the attic. I walked up the stairs, and when I got up there, I stood for quite some time, listening for the sounds I'd been hearing. Finally I heard it - a creepy deep, distorted voice that was barely above a groan, imploring me to "PIIIIICK UUUUUUUUUP BAAAAAAAAAYBYYY TAAAAAAAAAD."

My first reaction, of course, was, "No freakin' way!!" But I did manage to pull myself together and root Tad out from the bottom of the box where he was hiding, haul him downstairs, and relieve him of his batteries before he had anything more to say. I learned my lesson - remove the batteries before storing things like that, or it may come back to haunt you!

 

[Bunnylady]

Bunny Bill and Gloria live in my home state of Indiana. SIL's family where neigbors and know them quite well to this day.

Small world, ain't it?