Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The rains came down.

I can honestly say that I have NEVER been so scared in my life. Ever.
We stalled in rising floodwaters while 80 MPH wind threatened to flip our truck, hail pounded us, rain made it impossible to see the headlights of oncoming cars, peices of roof went flying though the air all around us, and steet lights flickered and died.
The reason?
We were driving through Seminole and saw a guy walking. Knowing from the forecast that it was about to get nasty (although we had no idea how nasty) we turn around to offer him a ride. He is gone. We blink and the storm front hits us so hard it nearly flips the truck off-road. We pull off into a parking lot across from my college and flood waters start to rise pushing the truck. We change seats (Mum and I) and she drives us out as the hail hits. We can just make out semis on the road as we pull out and the truck stalls. They miraculously don't hit us, and manage to see to go around (visibility at this point is nil). We finally make it to the part of the road where we had been about to drive when we spotted the guy walking and lo and behold a roof is now lying where we would have been. Hmmm.
All roads were flooded except one. We finally managed to exit the city after a good hour hour and a half of storm and the truck stalling three times; and even managed to stop and take pictures of some of the flood as the rain slacked off between storms. Much to my regret I did not photograph large things flying through the air or any of the exciting things that happened the first 45 mintues or so of the storm. I will post below some of the fun though.





Sunday, February 3, 2008

Some days...


Some days I just don't want to get out of bed. And as soon as I do, I want to get back in. The world is a cold place. My bed is warm. Oh well. Today I didn't want to get up, but of course it turned out to be a beautiful day. Then I made the cat mad. Which isn't really hard or anything. You just have to pick her up and hold her for 0.002 seconds and she will begin growling, tail flicking, and trying to bite. Then you give her a little rub on the head (pictured) and release her. When you release the wild feLion, you get your arms out of the way in a hurry. And the rest of you out of the way in a hurry. Or else you will meet her claws. She's not too fond of our bonding time. We share a mutual dislike of each other, which is the only reason I even bother to annoy her.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

My heart lives in the ocean.


The much awaited and highly anticipated "Rosie ramp"!
Everyone from Mississippi has just cause to laugh out loud; I'll give you three tries to guess what boards ended up fitting perfectly, but you'll only need one.


So. I got to thinking the other day (yes, I know; alert the media!) and I have come to the realization that I love God like I love the ocean.
From the time I could speak everyone knew that I wanted to be a Marine Biologist. I would live near my beloved ocean. The only hitch? I'd never seen the ocean of my dreams. in point of fact, I had never seen the ocean at all. However, I knew it was there and I knew that I loved it. I've never seen God, but I know that I want to spend eternity with Him. And I love him.
I have seen the ocean twice and it overwhelms me how much I love it, and how hard it is for me to return to landlocked Oklahoma and leave the ocean behind. One day perhaps I'll be able to stay with the ocean. For now I am still on earth, but one day I will join my Lord and Father in Heaven. Then I'll never have to leave.

Now perhaps you're wondering how on earth I've managed to compare my love for the ocean to my love for God. First know this; I believe that the Lord gave us talents. He inspired us. Each person has a passion(s) and I believe that these are gifts from God. We are here to do His will, and He gives us the strength and the passion to see them through. He never gives us more than we can handle, and there is a reason for everything if you just learn to wait (I know, it's hard).
So here is a short list. A Very short list.
Fear of the unknown.
Excitement and a thrill at the thought of the journey. Ride a wave to a new world. Go where God sends you.
Reassurance. It has always been there. No matter how the shores change, it will always be there.
Trust and Faith. You have to have faith that the waves will carry your boat safely to shore, that the lighthouse will be glowing strong, and that the harbor will hold you safely. You have to trust God at all times. Especially when you're the most afraid.
Without that trust, you are simply floating through stormy water wishing for a lighthouse and hoping for the shore. Without God's faith you are lost, but you are never alone. He is always with you to guide you.

"Everyone has faith in God though everyone does not know it. For everyone has faith in himself and that multiplied to the nth degree is God. The sum total of all that lives is God. We may not be God, but we are of God, even as a little drop of water is of the ocean." - Mohandas Gandhi

Sala Gabotse and Godspeed,
Abigail

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Tomorrow and things I should have said


This is something that has been on my mind quite a lot lately anyhow but this evening I made someone angry. I being my usual unthinking-self, caused someone else pain. This happens often undoubtedly; however, most of the time I don't think about it unless it's pointed out to me.

This past year has been a strange one. I for one was all too happy to bid goodbye to 2007. I lost several friends. There was a death in the family. My family was pulled apart and put back together so many times I lost count. We struggled to survive and in the midst of this I was pushed to grow up; start college, get a "real" job. One by one I've quit doing the things I love because there is no room for them in this strange new world of adulthood. My hearing worsened to the point that a normal conversation is no longer an option for me; it's outdoor voices or nothing. I've learned that I have physical limitations, something I had never before even considered. (I am Supergirl after all!?) Yet while I was changing, everyone else around me was changing even faster. Suddenly I'm an Aunt 3.0, and I'm still sitting here shaking my head wondering when this happened. Did I blink?

A former boss of mine, had beat cancer twice. I saw her and a little later found out that her cancer returned for the third time. When I heard about it I knew that this time she wasn't going to get better. I got angry at -- who else? God. She was a Christian woman who was nice. And poor. So poor they had to sell their assets to even get her into the cheapest hospital available. Where was God? I wouldn't go see her. I didn't think I could "handle" seeing her sick. (I know, I know)
Listening to my radio station (the housefm, where Christian hits live) I heard a song. Perhaps you've heard it too.

Disciple - Things Left Unsaid

It's just a matter of time a few days ago
I saw you, you were fine
Remembering what you said
About the book you read
The one I got you
The Beginning of the End
Oh how we'd talk
For hours upon end
What I give
Just to do it again
But you're lying there
In this hospital bed
Won't you open you eyes
And let's talk once again

(CHORUS)
If you fly away tonight
I want to tell you that I love you
I hope that you can hear me
I hope that you can feel me
If you fly away tonight
I want to tell you that I'm sorry
That I never told you
When we were face to face

Well I've been here all night
And I'm watching you
Breathe in and breathe out
Is it really you
Or just a machine
That's giving you life
And it's making seem
That there could be hope
I could say to your face
If it weren't for you
That there would be no grace
That's covered my life
You took the time
To speak into my mind
And my heart
Words of life

(CHORUS)

So goodbye for now
And I'll see you again
Some way, somehow
When it's my turn
To go to the other side
I'll hold you again
And melt at your smile
Now all I have
Are the ones that I'm with
And you taught me not
To take for granted
The time that we have
To show that we care
Speak into their minds
And their hearts
While their here
And say I love you

(Chorus)

Wow. I spoke with my Mother (who also knew her) and we decided to go see her. Her elderly parents informed us that she had gone into a coma. She never woke up. She passed away just before Oklahoma got cold in November.

Before that was a girl around my age. We had been friends for years, but had parted ways. She was a "wild child" who lived for the minute, and I being quite frankly lost, had slowed way down. She came to my volleyball practice one night in October and we spoke for about 10 minutes before I had to go jump back in the game. We just made light conversation, she had left her husband for another guy, then left him for another guy, ect. I didn't spare her another thought all that week. Exactly one week later (Halloween) we recieved a phone call that she had passed away. Her heart gave out. The things I could have said, but didn't. Why didn't I?

We are not guaranteed tomorrow, if you love someone tell them. If you've quarreled don't let it stew overnight, one of you might not wake up in the morning. Only God knows who you will see again, so please, take no chances; it may turn into your biggest regret.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Trust

Trust is not something that comes easily for me -- if at all.
However, I have to trust that God has it all handled; and of course he does, but sometimes when I'm lonely, or afraid I forget.
The following link is a beautiful example of a woman who even through tribulation, remembered to trust God. She is an inspiration to many, including myself.
There were many things that she wrote which will break your heart; bear in mind Ecclesiastes 7:3 Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.
I pray that when you read it, God will touch your heart. Unfortunately, compassion seems to be going out of style.
Sure you see movies where people die all the time. What is a movie these days without a little comedy and stunts as well as a lot of death and sex? Yes, I realize that in video games you have to shoot "bad guys", yet in this do you comprehend that you might also be killing a small part of your compassion? To those who have walked in sorrows wake, have you so soon forgotten your empathy?
http://wilhoite.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2006-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-06%3A00&updated-max=2007-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-06%3A00&max-results=50

Until next time.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Dreaming by the fire


So it's a wee bit nippy in Oklahoma and as a result Deer Da and I have been cutting wood. We are not professionals. Heck we're not even good at it! However, it feels wonderful when you step in from outside after doing chores (I'll elaborate on these in a bit) and ta-dah!!! the world is warm, cozy, and comforting.
Now most places are good to read your bible. I say most because not all places are good. For instance, reading the bible while you're driving down the road is not a good idea. Or reading the bible while changing a diaper; trust me on this one, you are going to need your full attention for this task. It's also not the best idea to read the bible when you're say stoking a fire, hammering a nail, or chopping vegetables with a really sharp knife...actually anytime you're using a really sharp knife it would be best not to be distracted. However, that's not to say that there aren't plenty of other opportunities to enlighten your mind with God's word. When you're waiting somewhere for something, when you're on a trip (and not flying the plane, driving the car, ect.), when you're at home, when you're not at home, and so on and so on.
Back to the point. Most places are good to read the bible. I will recomend my top three.
1. In a chair by the fire. Make sure that you're lighting is good or you'll hurt your eyes of course (I do know this from experiance; I didn't always have to wear glasses).
2. In a garden, park, or any other flora-filled place.
3. In a library.
Why are these my favorite places? They are all quiet. What we gain by reading the bible in quiet happens to be the same thing that we gain by praying in quiet -- we can hear God's answer. You can read all day long, but if you're distracted, not a word will sink in. These three places are good, but no doubt if you think about it other great ones will also come to mind.
So I'm enjoying some warmth, and I pray that you are too. I might need to bring in a bit more wood now though.

My chores are great. They just are. Now I'm not talking about cleaning, although I do like to clean, I'm talking about real chores. Hauling water to livestock, tossing hay, milking, chopping wood, ect.
In the morning when I rise my girls are already waiting on me. Out in the brisk air I go to see them bouding, leaping, and generally skipping down the hill to be the first one put on the stantion to be milked. (stantion = table with a built in bucket holder so the animal eats grain while you milk) I milk goats not cows. Been there done that, and several broken toes later I very much prefer milking goats to milking cows. Besides, goats are smarter. They get their grain, I get my milk, then move on to the next chore. The whole morning goes beautifully. There might be spilled milk, an egg might break, an hibernating snake might be uncovered in the woodpile, but life goes on. The pony gets his treat, the dogs get their bones, the sheep are let into the orchard. No matter what happens during the day, I know that the same thing will happen that night. The animals will be fed, milked, petted, told how pretty they are, the fire is stoked and life goes on.
Some envy animals. After all, animals just lay around and be animals and their every need is met. For that matter, they might as well envy the flowers. If they are oh so worried and they have not read "do not eat this blog" perhaps you could enlighten them, because if we can just stop worrying, God will take care of us.
Matthew 6:25-34
"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life? And why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you--you of little faith? Therefore do not worry, saying, 'What will we eat?' or 'What will we drink?' or 'What will we wear?' For it is the Gentiles who strive for all these things; and indeed your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But strive first for the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. "So do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring worries of its own. Today's trouble is enough for today.

So in closing, don't worry; just chillax. God has his hand on you and all you need to do is have faith. Remember that little "faith as a grain of mustard seed"? Ya, now it's coming together.
Sala Gabotse, Stay warm, and Godspeed.

P.S. A hydr wood splitter will save your back as well as many hours of labor!

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

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(thoughts clouding up)

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One of the rescue dogs caught a pocket gopher.
Naw he didn't kill it. I caught it.
Which might have been worse.
I put the pocket gopher in a bucket in the living room (the dog had been chewing on him and he wasn't feeling his best)
Mom told me to haul him off, but as afore mentioned he wasn't feeling all that well, so I thought 'let him rest a little bit'.
Ok, so gopher in the bucket and I go to town.
I'm gone about an hour or so.
I come home, play with the goats, check email, look up information on pocket gophers, do some laundry and Mom comes home.
Abigail did you turn the gopher loose?
Naw, he's right there in that bucket.
?!?
This bucket you say?!?
Yep thats the one.
Abigail :( there is no gopher in this bucket.
I get up and look and sure enough, there's no gopher in the bucket.
Sweatdrops appear on my forehead like a cartoon.
Don't worry Mom I'll find him! He cannot have gone too far.
I search the house. No gopher.
I move the furniture. No gopher.
Hmmm...
I repeat the above process stopping to look in the bucket every now and again so as to assure myself that there is indeed no gopher in the bucket. Still no gopher.
Aha! The lightbulb goes off in my head and enter Lula (my small schnauzer) the world famous vermin finder!
Lula you must find this silly pocket gopher.
Lula gets all a quiver and starts sniffing all around.
Then she starts running around barking.
Then she starts on a trail to the back porch.
Here I am relaxing thinking Lula will uncover this pocket gopher for me.
So I wait.
And wait.
And finally go to the back porch were I find her eating dog food. No gopher.
Out Lula goes and I repeat the look in the bucket and move the furniture process.
Here I will describe what I am looking for.
He is a small fellow about 6 inches long and 2 1/2 inches wide, being a light tan all over.
Naturally I don't look under or behind anything much smaller than that.
Very distressed Mom enters the house from watering her flowers and we move the large bookshelf in the living room which is only 1/2 inch away from the wall.
There is the silly pocket gopher stuck where all thoughts of freedom must have abandonded him.
I reach for him and he hisses.
Hmmm...
Really big teeth.
So I get a yard stick and set to rolling him into the bucket so I can remove him from the house.
By the time he was secured in the bucket he had chewed completely thru my yardstick.
Glad that wasn't my fingers.
Turn him loose in the canyon and resolve to let the dogs keep the next one.


AN OLD EMAIL - We only have about 6 inches of solid ice right now.
Cannot leave the farm at all in a vehicle.
(there is a guy in our ditch even now who foolishly attempted to find life beyond his own front yard)
You cannot even leave on foot without an Oklahoma icepick (formally known as a hoe),
and by the time you
a. find the hoe
b. crack the ice off of said hoe and
c. try to use the hoe like you're an experienced pickest scaling Mt.Everest...
your fingers are so cold that you have to crawl back inside
(because of course it's really slick and you'll fall if you try to walk like a silly human on two legs).
Hahahahaha no work...lalalalala all play...lalalalala... ... ... Ok, I'm bored already.
I'm so bored that I've started updating websites
I really need a new hobby.
Still no kids! I was holding my breath for them, but when my face started to turn blue I began to see the good values of patience so now I'm just sitting in a chair twiddling my thumbs.
Take care, stay warm, tell kids hi, Lula is snoring and sleeping on a pigs ear chewie thing but I'm sure she says hi in her own little odd Lula way. I would wake her up but that would require touching her and she rolled in some terribly dead thing that the LGD's drug up and dumped in the nice hot water I hauled out for the pregnant does. So the dead thing (I think it might be part of a deer but there is no way of knowing) anyway, it thaws out almost instantly in the nice warm water, comes close to making me retch, dump the water, scrub the tub, haul does more fresh water and upon my last trip notice that the dead thing is gone. Only one thought in my head. LULA!!!! (Note* Lula stays in the house only when it is really cold. At such times her potty breaks coincide with my chores so I can keep an eye on her)
At this point Lulu enters at stage left dragging a partially frozen, entirely rotten, putrid hunk of dead something-or-other. With streak marks where she had been rolling on it.
%@!# Lula!!!
Anyways, so Lula still stinks and I'm still mad at her (she comes in for the purpose of bath, but I get called off by Mom for some little task, upon finishing said task have to look for Lula, she's on my bed....Grrrrrooosssssss.....)
Lula irritated me, but I'm to the breaking point with the guard dogs.
The two oldest does who are about to kid are in their own pen so nothing can pick on them.
The guard dogs see this as their golden opportunity to prove their worth by guarding ONLY these two does.
One at a time they slip across the road and a few miles as the crow flies to some home butcher operation where the people like them and feed them wierd stuff and the "guard" dogs return with all sorts of nasty dead things.
The does won't eat their hay.
I get to digging in it today and find that the "guard" dogs have been cashing their dead animal parts IN the does manger!?!
I have to sit with the does when I grain them because the dogs will run them out of it and eat it all.
I have to sit with them while they drink their warm water because the dogs thaw out their dead stuff in it.
One of these days I'll figure out what idiot is letting them bring home that dead stuff; then you know what I'll do? I'll take it ALL back in a box, and maybe give them a dog or two. Yeh, I'll take the dogs with me and when the person admires them and pets them I'll kick the dogs out of the car and drive off really fast saying 'It's a dog buffet; you touch it you take it' then laugh like a maniac and not have to dig dead animal parts out of the pregnant doe water ever again. Life would be so nice.
Hehem...back to earth here.
Sala Gabotse,
Abigail and Stinky evil schnauzer


Remember that you're just a phone call away from an amusing day!
Quest - Thank you for choosing Quest Communications! How may I help you?
Abyss - I would like to make a payment.
Quest - Ok, I need your name and telephone number.
Abyss - Not a problem. It's Abigail insert phone number here (hidden for security reasons, lol).
Quest - Alright Abigail, to make a payment, I'm going to need you to tell me your address to verify that it is you.
Abyss -
Insert address here (hidden for security reasons, lol) and just for the record; I have absolutely no objections to someone calling in and paying my bill. If they cannot verify and they want to pay, by all means let them!
Quest - Hysterical laughter. (I don't suppose anyone had ever told her that one before)

So we go camping, Deer Da and I, and naturally every seed tick in the woods decides to join us. Now Deer Da doesn't care so much for the seed ticks so he sprays his legs down really well with a can of Off. Then goes thru the tall grass. and the brambles. And the scrub. When he returns to our campsite his legs are covered with seed ticks who have died? from the Off. They were on his legs, but not moving. He decided that the best way to remove his little pets would be to take a brand new pocketknife and scrape them off. I, keenly observing and highly amused, watch then as he runs the knife down his leg. It worked perfectly, removing all ticks...and hair...and dirt...and probably lots of dead skin too, giving him a shave job that most women would kill for. He was surprised, I was amused, and we both learned that in a pinch you can shave with a can of Off and a pocket knife.


Semi-Serious stuff -
Me.
My heritage.
Well lets see, I'm Irish and Scottish with wickedly curly blond hair, everyone knows that.
What they don't know, I'm a little part English (hence Hobbs), a little part Indian and a lot Gypsy. (everytime the wind blows I kinda feel like I should go with it)
I have an Indian name. Only a few of my family even know it. As it should be. So people call me by Abigail, Abyss, Abby, Abs, Rae and other little names. And for the most part I go where the wind blows me.
I am not really a material type of person. I don't do jewelry and make-up. I dress the way I feel; pants, skirts, capris. I try not to wear shorts, spagetti strap shirts or anything IMHO unappealing. No writing across my rear and midriff showing. That's just me. I am uncomfortable in "notice me" type ornate apparel. I don't love my shoes more than life itself and if my closet went up in flames I wouldn't cry.
My big exceptions to material objects are the following...
1. I have a scrapbook filled with photos which I would definitely run into a burning building to save. Many friends and family who have since passed out of my life are in this book and I am horribly fond of it. Oh yes, on the slightest hint of interest I'll whip it out and bore people to tears (although I can say with a large amount of certainty; If I know you - you're in it, If I don't know you - you might be in it) If you'd like to be sure of your inclusion, send me a picture, or a few, and I'll be happy to add them.
2. My blanket. My mother made each of her children a quilt, but she never finished mine. So I ended up keeping an older one; one of her first handmade quilts. A sample quilt, if you would. This too I would run into a burning building to save if need be. It is torn and coming apart in many places, but is one of those items that always gives me reassurance. I wrap it around me when I'm afraid and I remember that God is always around me and that he has sent people to help me, watch over me and take care of me. And I remember that I am here to do the same for others, even though like most humans, I tend to forget.
3. My toothbrush. No, I wouldn't run into a burning building to save it. In fact every couple of months I throw it away and get another, but it is something that I am a proud owner of and like to use.
My religion.
I was saved and baptized at the age of 13, but didn't really know what I was doing wrong until I met the LaMottes this last winter and then I began to understand that my Walk was way off track. It can be very challenging to wake up in the morning and not stress out over everything that I need to do, but it is easier now because I know that God is, always was, and always will be here to take care of me and help me through anything. This doesn't mean that I'm any less sarcastic and moody than before, just that I now realize that I am, and I'm trying to correct it. I also spent quite a bit of time at a few other homes where they are very religious, but still wasn't catching my worst habit; being myself. Anyone who claims that they like to just "tell it like it is" are merely making up an excuse to be rude and hurtful. What is so nice about being a human is that we always have a choice. It is very black and white regardless of what many say; Are we going to help others or help ourselves? Everything falls into one of these catagories which should be able to help us make up our minds easily. However, many people are mislead into thinking that there is no black and white, just shades of grey and it's every man for himself. Gee, just sit back and look at where that mindset has gotten you. Where that mindset has gotten your friends and your family. What if they could all see it clearly? Again, finally realizing this doesn't mean that I'm any less sarcastic and moody than before, just that I now realize that I am, and I'm trying to correct it.
My favorite Bible passages - If you have faith as a grain of mustard seed...
Mark 11:23
For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith.
1 Peter 3:3-4
Let your beauty not be external—the braiding of hair and wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes—but the inner person of the heart, the lasting beauty of a gentle and tranquil spirit, which is precious in God's sight.
Matthew 6:25-34
Therefore, I tell you, don't be anxious for your life: what you will eat, or what you will drink; nor yet for your body, what you will wear. Isn't life more than food, and the body more than clothing? See the birds of the sky, that they don't sow, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns. Your heavenly Father feeds them. Aren't you of much more value than they?
"Which of you, by being anxious, can add one moment to his lifespan? Why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow. They don't toil, neither do they spin, yet I tell you that even Solomon in all his glory was not dressed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today exists, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, won't he much more clothe you, you of little faith?
"Therefore don't be anxious, saying, 'What will we eat?', 'What will we drink?' or, 'With what will we be clothed?' For the Gentiles seek after all these things, for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But seek first God's Kingdom, and his righteousness; and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore don't be anxious for tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Each day's own evil is sufficient.
My future.
Will be wherever God leads me. There are many things I would like to do; however, to sum it up go wherever My Father wants me. I believe that everything happens for a reason, as it's supposed to and that God will lead me where he needs me. I could stress out thinking about all of the problems that pop up every day in my life, but God already has it handled and there is no need for me to worry.
Farewell until I write again,
Abra Cadabra