just a little weekend journaling

monday morning---i just got back from maybe a record setting trip to the grocery store--

always lots of things to catch up on, when monday rolls around--

we had a pretty busy weekend----

the coffee house turned out well--we had 8 youth and 2 were new--so that is always exciting---they all seemed to have a great time----and we also had birthday cake for our "pastor bob"----

he had left the church and was coming back----frank let him leave----i don't know why----so the pastor's wife, had to call him and tell him to come back, so we could sing to him and cut the birthday cake---

i told her she should have said the church was on fire or something else to get him back, but she being very sweet and truthful, told him about the birthday cake---

which led to a kinda funny scene, which i will leave a video today of-------

we also had our youngest grandson's birthday party to attend---he turned 10!

there was ballroom for robyn and lots of church yesterday-

we had our church then robyn had her "youth on mission" meeting----there they worked on the youth calendar for the summer---an exorbitant amount of time was spent on voting and re-voting on whether to go bowling later this month or skating---bowling won out---for now--

i went by to see my sister yesterday, since her birthday is actually today---she is 10 years older than me---we made a video there of her singing a funny song my nephew had written---but i don't think i will share that just yet---

then last night robyn was invited to a youth run church service at a friend's church---it gave us some good ideas to copy!

just checking in to say hi and wishing everyone a happy productive week :) 

                                        watch the whole thing and notice the awkward moment

the coffee house-- revival

tonight our church is having "the coffee house"--otherwise known as the "lighthouse coffee house"---aptly  named so for the wonderful mural on one wall of the room it is held in---it is a lovely scene of a lighthouse ----the room is the youth room---it's filled with old comfy sofas and decorations from my attic--but kinda groovy stuff ---no lava lamps or anything as drastic as that---but just a hint here and there of another style of decorating, i left behind--

this will be the 6th coffee house we have done------this is actually a revival of sorts---back in the 70's, our church held a coffee house in an old building on the church grounds, known as the annex---the youth operated it on friday and saturday nights----it was the place to be back then---

these days it is struggling a bit, but there are glimpses of success---

we have had several kids, and young adults come to play, and sing---some, their original music----at one time we had so many people wanting to perform---we were booked until fall!

our church does not have a large youth group, so we are still working on the attendance and hoping for better participation in the future-----a couple of the coffee houses have had a rather large turn-out---due to the performers, bringing in people they know--

i can't tell you how much i love to encourage young people, or anyone really, with their talents--and this revival is partly to get youth that love the Lord together and also to motivate them in their dreams and to give them a platform for their creativity---

back in the original days, i would sing sometimes at the coffee house, with a band----i wasn't there every weekend, but when i was, it was good to be there--

this revival was my daughter, robyn's, idea, as she loves bringing back things from the past and has made it her almost mission to gather the youth together, whether they want to or not!

we hope to be having a poetry reading night soon----but i think we will forgo the bongos---

                               this is our first performer singing an original song-- she is so talented!

here  she is again-- sorry the video is so dark--

                       here is another group that performed there-- the young man on the right has his own          
                       recording and producing company-- lots of local talent:)

"franko says"---bye bye

a couple of years ago, my daughter, robyn and i made a facebook, "like" page called "franko says"--

it is a silly page that is suppose to look like it is my husband frank---but really he is not saying anything--it is just robyn and me putting up things we have heard him say or digging  at him-----

first let me tell you why we call frank franko---when my older boys, dustin(also known as rohbye) and colin were younger ---our house was the kool-aid house----or in reality, the burrito and little debbie cakes house-

their friends were always dropping by or staying and always eating us out of house and home---great times---

well all of the young men started calling frank, franko---hollering and yelling at him whenever he would drive down our street---FRANKOOOOOOOOOOOO---he loved it and actually they still do it!

anyway this fb page----

it was pretty harmless stuff---and we thought for sure--anyone who found it and liked it, would realize it was not frank speaking and just us girls poking fun of franko-----

recently it has come to our attention---(because robyn is the executor of the page and will get a notice if there is action on the franko page)------that franko has an admirer----all the way from bulgaria---she had even posted a picture of herself ----

frank was very flattered i have to say----he hardly gets on a computer unless it is to do his bible study course---which brings me to my next point--

i told robyn, that she should explain--so she put a status up on the franko page--letting anyone that thought this was the rather cool looking older man in shades on the profile speaking---that it was indeed his wife and child---only having a little fun at old dad's expense----

even after that--the lady put a private message, asking why franko was not contacting her----okay time to take the franko page down----

so we have been meaning to do just that--even though we have had lots of people tell us how funny they think it is and frank actually would ask us every once in a while---"hey has anyone else liked the franko page"------but it must go---

he had gotten quite a bit of likes from people in other countries---which really impressed old franko---

so, soon the franko page will be a distant memory--although forever still there in facebook history-

the conclusion? of the third floor dream

okay, i wasn't sure i wanted to write this---i had thought i might write a short story about it but i don't think i will--so here is maybe the conclusion to "the third floor dream"

if you did not read my "t" day from the az challenge, you will have to go back probably, if you want to truly understand this post---i am not going to recap the dream----i am including a link to that post, at the bottom of this entry--


i hadn't had the third floor dream in quite a while--a few nights ago i had it again--

this time the friend that was in the last dream i had about the house, was in this dream, along with her mother--

the house was not as grand inside as in most of my dreams---but large--the rooms had high ceilings--the house needed a lot of work---another friend came to visit during the dream also--

everyone was telling me that i did not belong in this house, that it needed too many repairs and the location was not a good one--

this time i knew where the house was located--although in reality--the street does not have this particular house or placing of  any house---it was one street over from a real main street that i am very familiar with, but the house would not have faced the road in real life--

after i had this dream, i got up and wrote down everything i could remember, knowing that a lot of details had already gone---

during the dream, i am aware the house has this magical mystical haunting terrifying third floor---but unlike so many of my dreams about this house--where i know the third floor exists but cannot find the stairs to go to it---this time doors fling open and i point up to everyone in the dream--"look there it is the third floor" and this time i actually go up and into the third floor------

as i enter there is this old lady--she says she is keeping things in order while her brother is getting treatment in a mental institution-----i tell her she should leave and that her brother can no longer stay up there---it seems although we own the house, this unknown to us resident has a sorta squatter's rights and will not be leaving--

all kinds of creepy things are happening---one friend's mother is taken up in a tunnel device on one end of the third floor----and many things i cannot recall---i am traumatized and fearful, we will not be able to stay in this house--a house that for the most part--is our dream house------

at one point frank and i go for a ride to discuss the house issue--he is still so excited about living there and wants to stay no matter what---i--knowing it is not real but a dream at this point---tell him that this is certainly a dream and not real--

the conclusion----we enter one more time the third floor---now there are creatures--similar to gnomes and trolls---and even small people kinda like children---they all come over to us --we feel a presence like a love and warmth, very hard to explain---we know at once  there is nothing to fear and that we will be staying in the house--

as i awakened from this dream---i definitely felt the dream to be prophetic---i believe it has something to do with heaven and i believe when i have this dream it can mean that someone is about to enter heaven---i will not name the person here of course--but i was fairly certain one of my friends mothers was about to pass---

i will tell you, a part of me was sorry i had solved the mystery----of the third floor----but what i assumed was over may just be a doorway -----
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http://lynnproctor.blogspot.com/2012/04/third-floor.html

facebook woes

yesterday after a long day, i peek on facebook to see if anything is going on and to write a status about my day---

there i see my son colin's bloody toe---with a caption--"never saving a chipmunk again"-----i panic-----

of course i try to call him--no answer--i call his wife kelli--no answer-----i even send a fb message---what do you think---

okay, i may be a little paranoid about wild animals or even domesticated ones, when it comes to the possibility of rabies----of course it is deadly and there has been only one reported case of rabies that has had a human survivor------

i ask robyn to google it for me and see if chipmunks do indeed carry rabies---i knew that they probably did---but was hoping-----

i start telling my husband---"okay frank, you are going to have to tell colin that this is serious"

i preceded to tell frank to let colin know that if they did not save or catch the chipmunk then colin would undoubtedly have to undergo the series of rabies shots--no question!

frank is reluctantly agreeing and kinda getting a little scared himself i think---

phone rings, it is kelli---she is laughing-----"did you think the chipmunk bit colin's toe"---

now why would i assume such a thing---a picture of his injured toe, with a statement concerning his trying to help a chipmunk---

of course i thought the dag-gone thing had bitten my baby boy----

she continues to laugh and assures me, this did not happen---it was only as colin was trying to get the little chipmunk from his cat charlie's mouth--colin hit his toe on a bike tire-----hmmmmmmm

i am not sure i believe this and i ask kelli about 6 times, is she telling me the truth---she, between laughing, tries to promise me that she is being truthful-----she even adds how colin was so mad when he kept getting notifications on his phone, where i was either commenting on the picture, sending him a fb message or calling him----she tells me he says--"is that my crazy mom again!"---

call me crazy---i would pester him again if i thought i could save him from rabies------

moral of this story---and i know, good writing does not always have to have a moral----

don't be friends with your kids on fb---it saves on a lot of unnecessary worry and misunderstandings----not that i want to take this advice---cause for me, kinda like a car wreck---i just gotta know what's going on---i hope he doesn't defriend me after this-----it won't be the first time----haha another story for another day :)

repost-- january oh january

i was just sitting on my sofa sipping my coffee when it suddenly hit me, that i wanted to write--that i thought i had something to say-- here is what i think it is (kinda)------

january is the month of dread--also the month of endless dreams, of plans that may or may not take place----it's kinda like that list that you made a while back and crumpled the paper into a tight ball, threw it in the corner and never quite came over to pick it up and toss it, because----because maybe just perhaps, you could actually accomplish some of those crazy lofty ideas you had floating around in that autumn brain of yours--ideas that quickly lost value when compared to the heavy duty of the endless holiday, Christmas season---the list that was always there for someday


and january is that someday, today---within january's dark endless days, days where all you want to do is eat waffles and sleep on the sofa and breath in and out, till the next day passes---days when you don't want to think of the junk room that is now two junk rooms or the cloudiness that lies in the sky and your weighty head-


but alas the cold air comes at you like a dare, a dare to do something, anything--to change something, to believe in something again, anything, everything, someone--

so january sits before me and beckons me on, and whispers to me--it won't always be this way-love me enjoy me, i am only thirty-one days, don't hate me---i could have been june, would that have changed me, would you dread me any less--


so i uncrumple the paper, rub the cynicism from my watery eyes and read the thought of an eager heart, that heart of autumn--and discover the heart is the same, the list still distinguishable and i go on to trust that this january too will pass but this time i will watch as it does

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i've been busy the last couple of days so i haven't been able to write-- been in sort of a poetry mood-- not sure how this will resonate in june:)

surrender

surrender to your problems, the solution's around the bend
unfurl your clinched hands and hold them up to heaven--if only for a moment-surrender

release your inner most struggles-choose to be free-

don't wait until that perfect day---those days have lines still waiting, nervously--

surrender to your breaths as you take in the air of redemption --as you move toward that thing in the unseen reveal--

loosen that tight hold on the thing that is not holding you in place---

and fall fall fall into that sweet moment of surrender and rest