As a way to explain these letters, my daughter wrote letters to our houseguests that just left today. We had Aunt Lorraine, Jason, Jordon and Noah and Finace' Kendra who came to visit for one day. I tell you, I have never had a better visit with them, and I did not get enough of any of them. So much so I am going to steal Noah and have him live with me if God agrees with me that this is a good idea.

Anyway, when my kids were babies Noah took my boy under his wings, and Jordon took my Punkin under his wings. My kids grew up saying that each boy belonged to each of my kids. I have never seen my daughter just love someone like she loves this family. And my son geeked out and held his own against all of them for Star wars knowledge. It was a FANTASTIC visit.

And today with big tears my daughter writes this to them, and it was precious so I quote:

Luran (Lorraine)
I love you luran! You my best best Loran in the worolld.(Your my best best Lorraine in the world) I houp sone I could see you agen! (I hope soon I could see you again) You brong us some food to ett, bid us pop we could grenk. (You brung us some food to eat, buyed us some pop to drink) Your the best Loran! I cant wate atell I sey you agen! (I can't wait until I see you again) Rememer us ok ant laran. (Remember us okay Aunt Lorraine) I love you and you love me rit and that will never cand! (I love you and you love me, right? And that will never change!)
Love Belle

Jasin (Jason)
I love you Jasin! (I love you Jason) you play so good on the gator, and seng vary niys! (you play very good on the guitar, and sing very nice!) I am so glld I soo you agen! (I am so glad I saw you again!) Your a vary taited prson whth a good prsonallity! (You're a very talented person with a good personality) Ill see you ageb some bay rite? (I'll see you again some day right?) Yor so niys to come and visit awer hows! (You're so nice to come and visit our house!) I love  you dont forget! Rememer me and [the boy] ok (I love you, don't forget! Rememeber me and [the boy]okay?
Love,
Belle

Nouh, (Noah)
I love you Nouh! You'll allwas be my favorite nouh! (you'll always be my favorite Noah!) I cant wate antell I see you agen. (I can't wait until I see you again.) Remeber me and [the boy] as long as you live, and when you do youll never forget the little grll namd [Punkin'] and her big brother [the boy](Rememeber me and [the boy] as long as you live, and when you do you'll never forget a little girl named [Punkin'] and her big brother [the boy]. And I prommis Ill remember you. I nevver whnt eney one to hute you ever! (I never want anyone to hurt you ever)Promise you'll be saff, becus I karr about you as muth as you love me! Be saff and remember us. (Promise you'll be safe because I care about you as much as you love me! Be safe and remember us.)
Love,
Belle

Jorden, (Jordon)
I love you Jordon! Youll allwas be the frst personthat I nowe. (I love you Jordon! You'll always be the first person I know) But I still love nouh! But dont get sad becas ill alwas love you a litol bitt  more then nouh. (But I still love Noah! But don't get sad because I'll always love you a little bit more than Noah) Remember me and [the boy]and you'll have grat mimuhrys of as. (Remember me and [the boy] and you'll  have great memories of us.) I want you and your feeonsa to be as saff as you can! (I want you and your fiance' to be as safe as you can!) I andrstnd Im the fist girrl you mett, but your feonsay is seckint, but she neds  you to take car of her. (I understand I'm the first girl you met, but your fiance' is second, but she needs you to take care of her) Im gust a little girrl that reads, plays gams and more too it. Remember me and [my brother] ok? (I'm just a little girl that reads, plays games and more too it. Remember me and [my brother] ok?
Love Belle.

I think it is adorable that even since Punkin was a baby, Jordon was her boy. He taught her to walk, he carried her all over the place, she loved him, she drug him everywhere and he played with her. Her brother did the same thing to Noah. And now that Jordan is fixin to get married, Punkin' writes this letter and releases him to the loving capable hands of Kendra. What a girl to give her boy away!! LOL!

I tell you my family rocks And I have missed Aunt Lorraine and Jason (who has a studio in his house, and made a CD of songs he wrote and they kicked ass!! I didn't not realize they would be THAT good. It was just such a nice day. With all of us drinking some green apple something yummy that taste like heaven, and eating outside, hugging, kissing, and lots of love being shared. All I can say is I am glad I am gonna steal her kid so him and I can go through college together. Now what I want to do is pack me and my kids up and get the hell out of here. The problem? They live in Idaho. Man. If they lived in Montana, I might be able to be talked into it. But Idaho? Crap!

So to all you who came to my house, and laughed, visited, and loved me and my family last night, thank you. You are always welcome here. I wish you could have stayed longer and I am really sorry about the loud snoring. Just be really glad that is all it was because I can really let things rip from every other avalible orfice that can rip. *cough* I hope you enjoyed my punkins letter to you all. I eccho her statements that we love you all!! You all are precious.

Love all the Knights.

I hate not having cable. Mostly because I get sucked in to watching shows about chickens, such as Mike, the headless Chicken. I am so not kidding. As the story goes, Mike was going to be that nights dinner and the farmer went out and lopped off Mikes head. Mike, not knowing his head was missing, ran around still pecking and scratching. The farmer had a heart, stopped the bleeding, and there you go. The sucker lived for another 15 months. Mostly in side shows, claiming a small place in fame.

When I finished beating my head in the wall about being too poor for cable, I was reminded of my own childhood. I have written about my folks before, and I will be writing about them much more what with their 48th anniversary coming up and all, but what I am not sure about is the question "Is my dad a uber genius, or a country boy?" I am not sure. Because most country boys don't have genius IQ's-do they? I mean, most country boys can butcher rabbits without crying, can't they? Yet, do most geniuses raise rabbit and chicken to butcher?   

They don't-do they?

I don't think so. All I can answer is this, had my dad whacked off a chicken head, and the poor sucker ran around still pecking and scratching refusing to die, my dad would have NEVER finished the job, because number one-he would have been crying too hard, and number two, us girls would have never have let him do it. I mean, we girls loved nothing more than a good butchering, and nothing more than THAT then when my dad started to cry about it all, but had one LIVED through having his head cut off-any one of us would have threatened my dad that if he was going to kill that (insert animal we killed here) then he was going to have to kill US first to do it. Because we were a edgy and stupid bunch of girls. And like I already said, my dad has a heart way the hell bigger than your heart and would have cried about it. 

I do remember one particular funny butcher story. (if there can be such a thing) It was when we lived in Spokane Washington. We lived in the 'burbs actually, in Otis Orchards. And right next to where we lived where these stupid lawyers who thought, "hey! Lets move out of the craziness of the city, and move into the peaceful and quiet 'burbs of Otis Orchards. And furthering their stupidity, they moved next to us. I don't think we had been quiet a day in our life. And peace? WTH is that

We had a small little farm. So small in fact you couldn't call it a farm. You could call it a house with way too many damned animals, including horses, cows, geese, chickens, and rabbits. We had several other animals that no self respecting farm would claim, and since I am not self respecting I will claim them here. Dogs, cats, hamsters, and fish. But what we butchered was rabbits.  
 
And so butchering day arrived the exact same day the dumb lawyers decided to host for their uppity working partners a classy champagne brunch. Oh yeah. You see where this is going.

Cut to a yard full of excited little kids. All us girls got all our friends to come down and watch the butchering of the rabbits. We all are hovering in one corner of out yard, giggling and covering our eyes while looking through the fingers, while the jet set next door are wondering what the heck is going on next door. Freshly BBQed steaks on plate, glass full of champagne they are watching us with great interest. 

And then Whap! on the head, Zip! goes the knife and my dad stands to face his adoring daughters and all the hooligan friends with still twitching rabbit in one hand, the head of the rabbit in the other. All of us girls, scream and run giggling (because we are sick, SICK little farm kids. The only thing funner than butchering rabbits, was Chickens that would actually join us on the scream and lap around the yard) While my dad screams "boogety boogety" at us, while thrusting the rabbits high in the sky. 

And then we notice the jet set choking on their steaks. We hear swears. We see all of them trying to get the hell off their deck as fast as they can.

Oops we all say.

Oops. 

And right then out through the front door bursts Ug. Ug was a mutt of a dog we girls loved, because little girls will love horrible beasts, but my parents didn't love him because he crapped on the floor all the time, reducing my parents to putting him in diapers. And Ug watching all this through the screen could stand it no more so he bursts through it, diapers on, baying at all the fun and heading straight for what he always headed straight for if he was let out without a leash-the chickens. 

POOF! He landed on a chicken and feathers exploded. My dad screams at my mom to get him back in the house, my mom screams at my dad to shut the hell up, and we kids just scream because-well, here is a situation to scream, and we never passed that up. 

Poof! Another chicken! More feathers! More screams. My mom now has the horse whip and is popping the dog with it, while screaming. We all scream. Poof! More chicken feathers.

CRACK!

YIPE!

Sweet lord will this fun ever end?! Sadly it does. Someone get a hold of the dog and returns him to the house and order, if you can call it that, is once again returned to the back yard. Or, our version of peace, which is lots of giggling, screaming girls with every rabbit that is butchered. But what of our neighbors?

Opps.

They are long gone, blinds pulled tightly closed on the Clampets next door, obviously no fans on fun. Killjoys. It was no big surprise when in a couple of months their house was up for sale. 

Lawyers wouldn't know fun if it bit them in the ass and covered them in exploded chicken feathers. But who am I to judge? Oh look! I gotta go, here come a show on moss growing. This has got to be good.

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Oh! Did you guys freaking SEE THAT MOVIE?! Wow! First off I have this to say this: Yum.  Holy crap I didn't know if I should drool over Obi or Anakin first. Then Anakin when he went to get out of bed and I was pleading with the star wars gods to let him be nakey butt when he stands up. And if he is, please SW gods, let him jump  up all fast like. Reeeeeaaaaallly bouncy like. Leap up, please oh please, and do some long stretches and maybe a jumpin jack or two. But alas, no. I learned the gods of Star Wars are not accommodating, or not strong enough to change a scene in the movie, just for me. Stupid god's.

Let me go back from the beginning here. It was what Supe? Only but a year ago I didn't even allow Star Wars in my house? Because my sister (who didn't research a thing I learned) told me it was bad and evil. Then Supe talked to me about this movie, the whole entire thing. Who George was, what his vision was, and how this thing called Star wars changed his life when he was a young tag student and first saw it, and he caught me all the way up from beginning to the end. And because I Lurved Supe, I lurved Star wars.

And then I got star wars movies and I started to realize while watching attack of the clones, I was seriously catching the fever. I was getting lost and swept up in all this really cool stuff. I was getting so turned on by it all that when Supe and I went to Seattle to See Steve Burns we went to the Sci-fi museum. (yes they seriously have one of these in Seattle, and yes, I seriously went) It was fascinating!! Seriously fascinating. I had become an honorary geek. (small 'g', unlike Supe who is a Capitol 'G')

And so he puts up this counter on his blog counting down 120 days until SW's very last flick ever. And we have been anxiously awaiting it all until last night, when at midnight, it would play. I pre bought my tickets, and my boy and I were ready. We get there at 10 O'clock and the line went all the way around the block. We had to stand about 2 blocks over. There were really neat costumes, like a really scary Darth Vader, and a really yummy Obi who looked so much like him I almost threw him over my shoulder and took him home with me. Everyone is line was all bragging about who knew the most obscure SW facts out there. It was a gin-you-wine *ahem* light saber measuring contest, among the geek crowd.

We stood in line for two hours before getting in to the building and once inside we stood in line for another 30 mins. Once we got in the theater, to which my boy picked AWESOME seats, we waited ANOTHER half an hour. What was supposed to start at midnight didn't start until 15 after 1am.

But then it starts and is AMAZING. The story was so good (all be it a tad hokey with the whole lava planet and all. I mean,  come on! If they were that close to all that lava, I wanted to see more sweat. More sweat and maybe a bare chest or two. Hell, put them both in loin clothes. Now THAT is how the lava planet should have gone. That aside though...it was a seriously good movie)

Lots of light saber butt kicking. Lots of crash em ups. And Yoda! When he scurries up that guys arm, the whole place cracked up. Then and when he walks in the door and floors the two bad guys using the force Everyone laughs. You know, Yoda  himself is a total badass. And that lizard thingy Obi rides! How hot was he on his running lizard?! Who but me hoped the lizard survived his fall? Who but me had impure thoughts about how macho Obi is when he jumps on and off that thing? My goodness he is so strong and manly. He could crack coconuts with those thighs. And squeeze limes with his butt.

What? Right. Sorry Mom.

I have been asked by several of you in email what the heck I am. Most of you assumed I was Jewish, and wonder what the Sam hill is a Messianic believer. So I will try to lay it out here, making it brief what the festival are that we celebrate. (This is for you Aunt Lorraine!)

Being messianic means basically that you believe the whole entire bible is true from Genisis to Revelation. Jesus is/was the Jewish Messhiah sent to save the whole world. We try our best to do biblically commanded feasts and festivals and not one's laid out by man. Which is why we do what I explain here, and not christmas or easter etc.

In Leviticus 23 it talks about the 7 festivals of the Lord and it tells us to do them forever. Forever means to do it way back then, and also now, and teach our kids to do it, and they teach their kids, and so on and so on and so on....you know...FOREVER. So that is WHY we do the seven festivals. To find out some more about it, go read Leviticus 23 for your own self. There are also two more that are not commanded to do, but we do them anyway because they teach a great lesson and are hella fun, and they are Purim and Hanukkah. The bible says to enjoy them, but it isn't a holy commanded one, if that makes sense.

Now, the festivals are also called rehearsals. What are we rehearsing for you ask? The coming of the messiah of course! (To which Christians and Messianic believers believe he has come and gone, and He is named Jesus, ((Or Yeshua if you are us and speak it in Hebrew)) and we are just waiting for him to come on back again) There are four in the spring (which have been fulfilled) and three in the fall (which we are waiting to be fulfilled) It goes as such...

First is Passover. Passover was when Jesus (we call him Yeshua, because that is what he was called in Hebrew by his mother who spoke Hebrew, being a Jew and all. So when I say that, I mean Jesus. Same Guy. Same God) Jesus started his ministry on passover. He also was killed on Passover. (that was the first one to be fulfilled-the death of Jesus)