Folks, I'm simply flattered. I have not been on my site for hours and only now read the comments of my faithful friends. It has inspired me to update after so long in a backslidden state. That worm I wrote about was as different as an Amish grandpa with no beard. It actually had a tail. I mean, the last bit of its gehoona was smaller then the rest. It looked like a worm with a tail. It was at Laroy Weaver's milking parlor until the water hose flushed it down the drain. When I saw it, I almost right away decided to share a tale. It truly looked magnificiently sick and disgusting. And I missed the invitation to the volleyball. :( When are you playing again? Probably wouldn't have time to play anyway. Uh, yeah, I'm trying to think what I should say. You know, what impression I want everybody to get... What part of my life do you want to know? Oh hey! "Revival" meetings are scheduled for this weekend in Homerville. (10 mi. North of here) We would like to see Amish getting saved, I guess. You know....do you want me to be honest? I wish I was more excited about it. I feel out of touch or something. Guess you could pray. My sister's ex-boyfriend said he can't wait for the meetings. Another Amish young man expressed interest. I'm busier than Garfield going through the heating ducts. I want to finish spreading fertilizer tomorrow. I took Dad's manure spreader up to brother's place today where the produce field is with the horses and we ended up using the tractor to pull it through the field. It was a little soft and they got tired. And the chain that runs the attachment on the back of the spreader that converts the "manure" spreader to a "fertilizer" spreader kept alternating between coming off an breaking. I didn't get really mad, though I had a good reason to. I finally decided to just let it dripple out the back and not worry about "spreading" it. I'm planning on growing the best, most nutritious, absolutely delicious, melt-in-your-mouth vegetables. It might take me a couple years to get the soil built up with the proper minerals and then...look out! Nutrient Dense Food! There's a movement coming and I'm planning on being on the front wave! The organic movement is basically baloney as are most government-controlled programs. I know Omama might bring the rapture before I get my dream vetables, but I figure I'll have the skill and the experience to grow vegetables on the new earth. That brings me to one of my latest hang-ups with the Christian world which is their believe in the "sweet by and by" where it's "finally over". I don't believe for one second that when we get there, we'll just sit around like castrated monks (a borrowed phrase) singing songs for eternity. I don't believe we won't have responsibilities in the next world. No wonder we don't have the desire to grow and develop and compete and.... obtain glory. Oops! I just said it! If heaven is not a graduation of what we are learning here to the real thing, what is the purpose of all the pain and growing up? If its only a "rest" where we have nothing to do but have church, why not just spend our lives being nice and grow boxes? Oh dear religion, you unsatisfied emasculating sissy, you're always demanding perfection and perfomance while you rob life and passion and deny the pursuit of glory and virtue. I really should hit the sack. Let me know what else you want to know. There's much I could ramble about... Not all of you might know that my family has left the Amish for about a year now. Except 2 married sisters. Next to religion, is spirituality. Move it sis. This might interest you, Carol. I took my family out to Pa about a month ago and met Rosie and her husband. I was flabbergasted! I didn't know she got married and was going to church where I first went when I left the long beards and lousy bonnets. I would like to say "small world" but I've said that so often, I'm getting scarred of saying it anymore. I still want room to grow produce and hunt deer. That's it. ~M | 
