Stuff and Such....

Advance Notice: I won’t be blogging Saturday, probably. I will be hosting the On-Hold Concepts booth (learn more about us at www.onholdconcepts.com) from 4:30 to 8 o’clock Saturday evening at UPFest (University Place Festival) at Wilson High School. At 8 p.m. the fabulous Drifters are playing LIVE, so I may remain for that as well. It should be a mildly warm evening (75 degrees) and lots of fun, blowing up balloons for kids and smiling at passersby. There won’t be any selling – just a demonstration for folks who want to pick up a headset and listen to samples of the product. We’re mainly there as a presence to let folks know we’re local and accessible, not only active nationwide!

This will be my first booth experience for On-Hold Concepts. I’m looking forward to it! I’ve had a number of booth experiences at fair and arts and crafts fairs… usually the shifts are a lot longer, but we have a lot of co-worker volunteers at OHC so none of us have to be there for an extended shift unless we want to be there longer.

I’ve been having peaceful dreams – a wee bit unexpected, this close to a large public appearance. Bobbie’s shalom dove must be working overtime; and all your prayers are helping, for sure!

I sure wish my parents had not (inexpertly) introduced “correction of personality” into my psyche. As mentioned in an earlier blog (much earlier!), I was born their little sparkler, their Shirley Temple – much like my grand niece Lizzie. (That girl doesn’t have a shy bone in her body, and I hope she never develops one, because shyness limits unless you fight it tooth and nail.) But because I was so unlike Mom and Dad, they thought something was “wrong” with me and tried to “tame” me – and it really has crippled me in a lot of ways since then. But
it’s good in one way: at least I can empathize with others who have the same malady and can encourage them and let them know it ain’t fatal to face your fear and DO IT ANYWAY!

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This afternoon my kiwi arrived from New Zealand, compliments of Helen Schofield. For a flightless bird, "Helen"(I named her after -- guess who!) sure did get here FAST! And she is utterly adorable. I expected her to be made of fabric, like a toy, but she's made of very solid material and is "clothed" in some kind of critter fur -- don't know if it's real fur or not (might be rabbit fur), but in case it is, Helen is off-limits to the cats. I have placed her on a high shelf above my computer monitor. She's just cuter'n anything you can imagine...

THANK YOU, HELEN!!!

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Well, now I'm going to log off and practice, practice, practice -- or at least listen, listen, listen to my presentation. Have to re-record it first, though, because I made a few minor changes...

(Like I say, I will never "finish" this presentation... I will just "surrender" it on August 11th at 10:05!)

The Countdown Begins!!! Alternating Currents...

Ooh-whee! It won’t be long now! I feel like singing one of John Denver’s signature songs:

All my bags are packed (well, not quite, but some are shipped!)
I’m ready to go…

I have a serious case of race horse nerves, standing inside a starting gate all a’twitter, being expected to wait until the “fence” swings open so I can run.

That’s really all this is. I’m ready. I’m willing. I’m able. And I wish I were already doing it so I could have it over with and have the rest of the weekend to relax and visit and hug folks. THAT’LL be MY “rose wreath!”

Writers love to write but many – if not most – are not as crazy about public speaking. My goal is to ENJOY it -- sooner rather than later, and the more I do it, the better I will like it and the sooner I will know how to relax and just share and have fun. I’m “rehearsing” sharing and having fun during these final days. It comes naturally to me one-on-one… so it’s definitely not beyond my grasp.

I’m a pretty good public speaker –just a nervous one (well-disguised from the audience, they tell me). I have a real fear of looking ridiculous, which is why I’m “photogenic” in front of a camera – I’d much rather try to “look the part” than duck, weave, frown, throw my hand up between myself and a camera, or upchuck. “Notoriety” is not native to me. I’d rather be in the shadows creating something dynamite to read rather than trying to look like dynamite myself.

It’s a pickle!

But I’m gathering up all my resources – emotional, physical, spiritual – and am going through with it. I keep my commitments – even the nutty ones – and boy was this a nutty one!

God bless you, Adam and Gary, for your faith in me. I won’t let you down. This presentation has been several months in the making and the memories were several decades in the living… so LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

On other fronts…

Sorry, I can see no other fronts right now. I am FOCUSED to the point of DISTRACTION – HA HA HA. Sounds like an oxymoron to me!

I could sing, walk, sleep to distract myself.


Gads, I’m waaaayyyy more unsettled about this than I was about having major surgery last year! That’s because in major surgery I didn’t have to do anything but show up! In this instance, I have to show up and be a “star.” Gulp… What is wrong with this picture? How did being friends with DeForest Kelley translate into giving speeches about him? Wasn’t the book SUFFICIENT?!

Guess not...


I will love it. I will love it. I will love it. I will love it. (Please note repeated affirmation... Fake it till you make it.)

All the people in Vegas in that room want to hear about De. Where else can I go and find this many people hanging on every word? NOWHERE!!!! It’s the perfect place to be – with other De fans! Might even sell some books. (Now there's an afterthought that encourages me!)

I will share. I will love it. During and after. God will see me through it.

Maybe I’ll take some Depends along, just in case….

Where I'm Going -- AWESOME!!!! I Want This Sung at my Funeral!

WHERE I'M GOING

by Brad Paisley

To hear this song, click here:

http://www.ziplo.com/WhereImGoing.html

Lyrics:

When I get where I'm going,

on the far side of the sky

The first thing that I'm gonna do,

is spread my wings and fly.

I'm gonna land beside a lion,

and run my fingers through his mane.

Or I might find out what it's like,

to ride a drop of rain.

Yeah when I get where I'm going,

there'll be only happy tears.

I will shed the sins and struggles,

I have carried all these years.

And I'll leave my heart wide open,

I will love and have no fear.

Yeah, when I get where I'm going,

don't cry for me down here.

I'm gonna walk with my grand daddy,

and he'll match me step for step.

And I'll tell him how I missed him,

every minute since he left, then I'll hug his neck.

Yeah when I get where I'm going,

there'll be only happy tears.

I will shed the sins and struggles,

I have carried all these years.

And I'll leave my heart wide open.

I will love and have no fear.

Yeah when I get where I'm going,

don't cry for me down here.

So much pain and so much darkness,

in this world we stumble through.

All these questions I can't answer,

so much work to do.

But when I get where I'm going,

and I see my Maker's face.

I'll stand forever in the light,

Of His amazing grace.

Yeah when I get where I'm going,

there'll be only happy tears

Hallelujah

I will love and have no fear,

when I get where I'm going

don't cry for me down here!

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"The call of death is a call of love.

Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative,

if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation."
-- Hermann Hesse

Eagles Don't Flap, They Float!! Be an Eagle in God's Nest!

http://plantinghisseeds.com/articles/eagles.htm

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And here's a wonderfully "controversial" article: Is There Sex in Heaven?

http://www.columbia.edu/cu/augustine/arch/sexnheaven.html

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Ponder some imponderables today, the way you did when you were a kid. It makes the world seem so fresh and alive and new again!

Friday-Saturday Blessings and Busy-ness...

What an amazing, positive-energy day it was yesterday at work!! It's quite nice nearly all the time at On-Hold Concepts (http://www.onholdconcepts.com/), but yesterday it seemed everyone on staff pulled out all the stops and went on a "blessing campaign." The ambiance was AMAZING -- truly like heaven on earth! I don’t know what caused it, but may it live long and prosper! It was just GREAT! I wonder if Chuck put something into the water or the ventilation system!

No. Just kidding. That wasn't it. I think the Holy Spirit just moved in and took over for the day!

Holy Spirit: Hello!? Calling all Christians! I'm supposed to be wherever you are every day! See what happens when you give Me free rein?"



Me: WAHOO!!!!

Holy Spirit: Ain't it GREAT!?!

Me: Amazing!

Holy Spirit and Me (in unison) Amazing grace... how sweet the sound...


When “shalom” (peace as only God can provide peace by His presence, power and blessing) moves in, all of the lesser-vibration emotions (anything this side of agape love) move out! It’s an amazing feeling. Truly. Like heaven on earth!

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I can now spill a few beans. Bobbie tells me that what she and Joel sent me need not be kept a secret from Alison, because she didn't receive the same thing. In fact, I think Alison's is a humorous item, based on something she wrote in her blog. (I have no clue! I'm not privy to what it is.)

Therefore I shall now shout it from the rooftops: I am wearing a dove necklace from the Bobsteins! I just came home from Target with a gold chain for it. It will be on display around my neck at the convention! I LOVE IT!

It's a gold dove -- with small die-cut "holes" in it; the filigree look(?) (if I'm using that term properly; my dictionary is in a box in the garage until I sell the condo and move into a duplex) . But within those die cut spaces lie a wonderful surprise: When the dove is tipped slightly, the word "shalom," in Hebrew, can be read!

I'm going to wear it just above my cross necklace (which is on another gold chain) to church and to the convention and everywhere else I go. I'm not big on wearing jewelry -- considering myself pretty much a Plain Jane -- but these are now my two favorite pieces of jewelry and I am going to show them off!

THANK YOU AGAIN, JOEL AND BOBBIE! You really know how to reach me where I live!

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Two weeks from now at this time, God willing, I will be at the Hilton and my "trial by fire" -- er, excuse me, I mean, my wonderful opportunity to share De with his fans -- will be over and I will be visiting non-stop with several friends I haven't seen in years and with a few friends I haven't even properly met yet -- as in, being in the same room with them: Alison, Billie Rae, Marge Duff. Marge and I were in the same auditorium at Valley Forge watching De, and I took her photo on stage with him and surprised her with it afterward via mail... but we will meet for the first time in Vegas. She sent me a recent picture and is all grown up -- and very lovely, to boot!

Gadzooks… I’m excited… and believing that my brain will “work on all thrusters” from the time I arrive to the time I speak and all weekend as I interface with “the gang” – Trek fans from EVERYWHERE!

Helen Schofield from New Zealand is sending me a stuffed kiwi. She says New Zealand natives are called kiwis and for her it’s appropriate right now… as she is “another flightless bird” who wishes she could make it to the convention! awwww… that is so sweet, and so sad … I will send her a videotape if I get one… or an earlier one, if I don’t.

We really need an angel to step up and offer to videotape my appearance. I will ask Phil to use his camera, but hate to do that. Billie Rae says she’ll run it for me but then she won’t be able to really relax and enjoy the hour.. she’ll be “working”… I don’t want to do that to her. But if I sit still on a stool on stage we could use a tripod and leave it running in one place…

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This morning at 8 a.m. I drove to Maple Creek to clean Aunt Tod's room while she was downstairs at breakfast. She doesn't have the energy right now (in addition to being underweight and on dialysis, she is battling a painful urinary tract infection) so I offered to come over and spruce up her room, vacuum, and file away a stack of documents she has received (or brought with her from Oregon) since arriving here three months ago. It was a great pleasure to transform her cluttered habitat into a clean, ordered environment.

Then I ran to Wal-Mart and Safeway for her (she didn't feel like going along) and will transport her to dialysis and back this afternoon and evening because I can tell she's too compromised to have to sit and wait downstairs up to 45 minutes for the shuttle to arrive. (The shuttle rules dictate that passengers be waiting up to 45 minutes so the shuttle driver doesn't have to wait for anyone. That's hard enough to do when a person is middle-aged and healthy; for a 94 year old, underweight, dialysis-dependent woman, it's very difficult.) I told her to sleep until 2:45 and I will call and pick her up at 3:00 to deliver her across the street for dialysis for her 3:15 appointment. Then I'll go get her at 6:15 and have her home in time for a late dinner before she goes upstairs...

She is very appreciative, the way De was. It's always such a blessing to bless others, but when they bless you right back with such sweet verbal appreciation, it feels almost self-serving to help them! Believe me, there have been others who, no matter how much you do for them, it's never acknowledged, never enough and always lacking somehow. I pray for and honor home health care and other personal care assistants who do this day in and day out with all kinds of people, because it is a very difficult road to hoe when the people you serve are angry, critical, or just plain mean-spirited. Not all oldsters are sweet grannies and grampies, you know. Some are sour apples and grumpies! I am fortunate to have only had to serve ONE of the crab apples to date... The staff at Maple Creek loves my aunt and treats her very well. They treat everyone very well, or we wouldn't have placed her there, but AGAIN, I realize how tremendously difficult it can be to treat mean-spirited, angry people the way God would have us treat them... Caregivers don't make much money, so it truly has to be a calling for those who elect to stay with it. They are earth angels, for sure...

Please keep my friend from Vegas, Betty Mosher, in your prayers. She is a breast cancer survivor for many years now. Recently the doctor found a small, new cancer spot in her cecum (a part of her colon) and will be going after that soon. She also has gall stones or some other blockage (doctor doesn't think that one is cancer) making her uncomfortable, so she is hoping they can go after both culprits at the same time during one surgery. Let's pray. God knows what and where the issues are and He definitely wants her healthy. Let's pray that she will realize that her future (now and eternally) is in His Hands and that He wants to heal her...

Thanks!

My sister is in Cle Elum this weekend for her 35th class reunion! OUCH! That means my 40th is just two years away. Where does the time go?

Ciao for now!

That's all for now!

Bobbie and Joel Bobstein Strike Again!

I returned from work last night to find a small box sitting on my porch with an adorable return address label from the Bobsteins (you know, the folks who remembered my Mom on Mother's Day with the planting of a tree in Israel).

Now I can't tell you what it is right now, because in the main box were two small boxes -- one for me and one for Alison -- and if she is destined to receive the same gift, I don't want to spoil the surprise. But it is sufficient to say I couldn't be more tickled. I'm treasuring mine from now until eternity probably. It was sent to calm my nerves and surround me with "shalom" (God's peace) before, during and after the upcoming convention appearance, and has already begun its ministry.

I love it! Thanks, you two!

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No blog last night because Thursday was crafts night at church and I was invited to show people how to make greeting cards using stamps, appliques, stickers, and such. My table was quickly surrounded by people ages 8 to 68 (I'm guessing -- I didn't actually ask ages) and we spent 90 minutes stamping, embossing, cutting, pasting, and generally having a great time. I dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, which was a major mistake, because it was HOT in there. Not just warm, but HOT, and I was doing a lot of moving around, which made it even hotter. But hey, we all survived and I'll know better next time... whenever next time is.

I've been selected to be the "greeting card teacher" at the women's retreat in late September at Cannon Beach, Oregon, so will be taking my stuff (lots and lots of it) down there with me then. Perhaps not quite ALL of it, though, because there seems to be a run on about ten to fifteen stamps and no use of the others... so I can save some weight by taking only the most popular stamp when I do this again.

At the conclusion of our evening, the ladies surrounded me and prayed for my knee (which I tweaked a little a couple days ago) and for enormous success for my presentation in Vegas. Oh, that reminds me! Two of these ladies want to "preview" the presentation and see what they think about it before the event. They are both self-proclaimed "Trekkies" (enjoyed TREK as kids) and so are interested in what I'm going to be saying. They're also a good way to "pre-test" the thing.... So I'll send it off to them and wait to hear back....

Off to work for the day! Be well! Love y'all!

Vegas Nerves -- Revelation!

It occurred to this thick cranium last night while sitting in a recliner that the only person expecting perfection out of me in Vegas is me! The nerves I'm feeling right now are completely self-generated (or serpent-generated: "Has God really said ---?" The same old "doubt God" ploy that Satan loves to interject into any worthwhile endeavor). Any nervous feeling of inadequacy about my ability to talk about my association with my dear friends Carolyn and De Kelley is BOGUS! If I'm not an expert in this field, I'm an expert in NO field!

The story I'll be telling is my story, and is as indelible inside me as the Pledge of Allegiance and the Lord's Prayer. So for me to be this nervous about it is nuts.

Okay, it's not nuts. It's perfectly natural for most of us to be nervous before a live presentation. Eighty percent of men have said they would prefer to go into battle and face death rather than engage in public speaking. Women probably fear it a little less because once we get going (talking) -- well, talking comes pretty naturally to us and our "audience" becomes our friend the moment we relax and "get real"!

But what I have to remember is that the people in that auditorium don't really give a fig about the messenger or how well she orates; they want me to relax (so they can) and be myself (so they can experience the message, not the messenger) and just share what it was like to know DeForest Kelley "up close and personal."

I CAN DO THIS!

I'm sure I will still have moments of almost-panic between now and when I step onto that stage -- realizing that this will be the largest crowd ever assembled to hear me (some of whom will be sitting there in very expensive reserved seating just waiting for the next speakers because they aren't Original Series fans. Maybe they'll be intrigued too, if I do it right... scratch that -- when I do it right! -- and BECOME Original Series fans, or at least DeForest Kelley fans. That would be terrific!)

Alison keeps telling me to just keep remembering to breathe normally between now and then. And I am remembering to unclench my fists whenever I find them clenched. Then I stop whatever I'm doing or thinking until I feel relaxed -- truly relaxed. These "exercises" keep reminding me, "There is no tiger in the room and there will be no tigers in the auditorium in Vegas..."

And I pray. "Lord, Adam and Gary [Creation's owners] invited me to this convention, and to the last one in Sacramento. I didn't ask for the opportunity, as I did in Seattle the first time. They asked me. So that tells me they believe I do a good job of remembering the De Kelley that they and I knew. And if I have been invited, twice, it may well be Your will for me too! You must believe I'm ready to start ministering to this audience -- and to any others that seek me out! This is an opportunity, and perhaps a test of my willingness to step out in faith and be a good servant while addressing De's fans. De reflected you, LORD. It's my turn. Please identify to me before the convention any words I intend to speak that were not written under your authority and instead give me what You would have me say to these precious people as I share a brief history of De, Carolyn and me. I am expecting the Holy Spirit to be with me and to help me along in the way, as I have been helped during the creation of the presentation. In Jesus' name I pray, amen!"

If God is with me -- and boy howdy, does it ever feel He is! -- all is ALREADY well at the convention (He sees all life from beginning to end!)!!!

That knowledge gives me peace...

Your prayers are helping! Please keep lifting them! THANK YOU!!!

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For all the sweet taters in my life!~ You know who you are!

http://www.frontiernet.net/~jimdandy/specials/sweettators/

Attention Convention Attendees with Videography Ability...

I received rare approval from Creation to videotape my appearance in Las Vegas for personal, private, archival use. Problem is, I don't own a DVD or VHS video camera!

If you’re coming to Vegas and have a DVD or VHS camcorder, please let me know. I would like to make someone I can rely on my “designated videographer.” Please let me know if you are willing and able! I will try to get you a close-to-front-row seat for the hour…

P.S. If you do become the videographer, please bring a tripod, too. 40 minutes of hand-holding a video camera, no matter how small, results in serious shaking, guaranteed!

Thanks much!

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Update: Bummer! Terry Rioux, De's biographer, won't be coming to the convention after all. She says the university and her horses have her tied down that weekend. Crapola! I thought my six year Terry drought was about to come to an end. Guess not! Grumble, grumble... To those of you who were looking forward to meeting her, I'm sorry! She be a professor now and has responsibilities... and a horse mom... which is probably even more hobbling...

It is what it is. Drat and boogers... (I just made up that expletive -- and know I should send it back where it came from, sight unseen, but it expresses my disappointment quite well, somehow...)

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What else?

Nada! Am continuing to listen to the presentation and read along. You would think that, since it's my own story, I shouldn't have to do this... but given just thirty minutes, I have to mold it so that it is sure to follow the 30-year path adequately without throwing anyone for a loop .. that's what makes it dicey. So I keep at it... Besides, I want to know it so well as written that I won't have to refer to anything other than an outline to keep me on-track. That takes time.

So... back I go...

Slept ten hours last night. Working and rehearsing places me into bed early these days!

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Hope you love this as much as I did when you click on it. If so, pass it along to others!

http://www.hall4bc04.org/Storm.htm

I wish I may I wish I might
Receive inspiration for this blog tonight!

It’s been a weird day. I hardly remember the weekend except for the three times I drove over to help Aunt Tod (twice on Saturday and once on Sunday), the lunch I shared with Della at Kings Manor on Saturday, and the couple hours I spent at Jackie’s Sunday afternoon celebrating two of her grandchildren’s (my grandnieces Elizabeth's and Isabella's) birthdays. Oh, and church was a biggie, too, but you already know about that if you've been keeping up with these blogs.

Oh, wait… there was more!

I turned on the Hallmark Channel on Saturday afternoon and lost myself for ten hours watching the Michal Landon Jr movies based on a series of books by Janette Oke (Here's the Amazon link to the books: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw/002-0343156-6431254?initialSearch=1&url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=love+comes+softly&Go.x=8&Go.y=8) about early pioneer life. I didn’t intend to get hooked, but did. “Love Comes Softly, “Loves’s Enduring Promise,” etc. Landon Jr has his father’s knack for telling a riveting, touching story, that’s for sure!

So now, suddenly, I remember where the weekend went! No wonder I feel tired today – and it’s only Monday!

I didn’t listen to my Vegas presentation this weekend at all, which I recorded a couple days ago. Should have, but didn’t. I will listen to it every night before bed between now and then.

Please continue to keep Jenn Cuellar in your prayers and add Anne Richardson as well, De’s former fan club president from Australia. She entered the hospital Saturday early with a very swollen face; no one can figure out yet what the deal is – whether she was bitten by a spider or had an allergic reaction to one her prescription drugs, so she is off all meds right now as they narrow down the culprit. She can really use your prayers.

FROM INNER JOURNEY

What's draining your energy?

"Energy is equal to desire and purpose."
-- Sheryl Adams

What people, events or things drain your energy?

What part of you is not going with the flow?

What are you resisting?

Plug your energy leaks and experience

what it feels like to work on all cylinders.
For a list of energy drains and energy boosters, visit

http://www.higherawareness.com/lists/endrnrs.shtml http://www.higherawareness.com/lists/enbldrs.shtml

"Everything you are against weakens you.

Everything you are for empowers you."
-- Wayne Dyer

Alison's Response to Yesterday's Blog Entry -- EXCELLENT!

That is truly frightening stuff. ("You Worry Me!" by the American Airlines Pilot)

I'm so glad I went to the kind of school and grew up in the kind of community where I cannot see faiths or skin colour because I was surrounded by so many that I see through them to the person inside. I'm so proud to say I've never seen a person as 'one' - what does that even mean?

My friend said he wouldn't allow a Muslim Doctor to treat him after recent events. What does a 'Muslim' look like??? Darker skin? Some are white! He said he'd check the name. If you go on names and creed and apparent religion and condemn every person for it, then you are a Nazi, for that is what they did to the Jews because they feared them.

There's no such thing as a Muslim terrorist. If someone is true to Islam they are not a killer. If someone is a killer, they are twisted. That applies globally.

Terrorists everywhere are in violation of any religion - especially Christianity (just look at George Bush - he's supposed to be Christian) and especially Islam. Murder is not condoned.

This is nothing to do with religion. It is nothing to do with creed. It is to do with humanity and its fear and its oppression.

This man is so frightened of the supposed 400 terrorists hidden. If I lived in the US, and my population was 301,139,947 I would be very happy to have such a small problem. We have as many in the UK which has a population of 60,776,238 and still it is nothing. Humanity is like that - the World is like that. There is a minority of people who have been warped, or allowed themselves to be warped. But it was once said that a few dirty drops in an ocean do not make the ocean dirty.

This Airline guy is on the verge of joining them. He doesn't understand that there are terrorists but there are also cultures (not just Eastern) that resent America for its foreign policy - a policy which I believe a great deal of Americans also don't approve of. Lines such as 'The greatest constitution on Earth' really irritate me personally and unfortunately this man's attitude is exactly the attitude that other countries are wary of. It is simply unfriendly, to walk into a party and tell everyone you're the best. Whether you are or not is irrelevant. The fact is it belittles everyone else. But this is the main message the rest of the world hears (through media, not people!) and it can be insulting and provocative.

We don't know how much damage the West has done the East in the name of 'helping'. My fear is it is a damage that will last for many years. If the UK and the US are allowed weapons of destruction, why not the Middle East? (If Tony Blair is a self-confessed liar, how come he's considered stable enough to have such weaponry?)

There are people who resent this, and they have a right to, but they are not necessarily killers or terrorists anymore than Maniscalco - they have their opinion, a pattern of thinking as you say, which can yet be altered with education.

I get the feeling this guy has been fed propaganda. I don't know the facts, but I do know that these are people, just like us, and we must see them and treat them as such.

I personally don't relate to any white person better or worse than I'd relate to someone of a different colour. I don't share certain cultural references with people, but being a traveller, that is something I simply have to rise above; it's superficial anyway. I am my own culture and I am my own country.

You have to have courage and you have to have faith - there is one God, one truth and one love across this planet. I would rather die believing the stranger next to me is a friend, than live in irrational fear of others and their differences!

If you allow it to get to you - if you allow yourself to fear strangers because of their clothing, their look, their apparent lifestyle, then you are signing up to a war. Because that's all this is. A war of fear -a war of terror. A war of ignorance.

I think we can do better than that!

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Alison's sensitive, measured and respectful rebuttal of the airline pilot (and my subsequent remarks) reminds me of that great part in FIDDLER ON THE ROOF where Tevye hears an opinion from a man and says, "You're right!" Immediately someone rebuts what the first man said, and Tevye responds to him, "You're right!" At which time a third man chimes in, saying basically that the two opinions just expressed are diametrically opposed and then tells Tevye, "They can't BOTH be right!" And Tevye says, "You know, you're right, too!"

I don't think Tevye was trying for diplomacy, here; he was simply demonstrating that we are often "torn" individuals, fighting with ourselves over what we believe and how we think we ought to behave as a result of the dichotomies that criss-cross our minds and experiences.

I resonate to what both are saying. I see and understand both perspectives, but obviously have come down on the side of praying and "living and letting live."

Our ideal (or born again) nature -- our "God within" nature -- sees our "old man" (the fearful pilot) nature and we who are living in the Spirit shudder when we realize that a part of the "old man" is still inside us, try as we might to dislodge and destroy him.

Fear is a strategy of the devil. If we allow it to dissuade us from being universally kind in all circumstances -- even the difficult ones -- fear wins and all of the fallout from that ensues.

Fear knocked.
Faith answered the door.

No one was there.

Related Story from Newsweek: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19876834/site/newsweek/

P.S. We also need to extend grace to the American Airlines pilot who wrote the original: TWO American Airlines planes were hijacked and used in the assault on the World Trade Centers, so this man lost two fellow pilots in the attacks and feels great responsibility to get his passengers to their destinations safely -- a double-whammy for the fellow... so his fear and distrust came as a natural outcopping of the way in which the attacks were carried out...

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I urge you to take thirty minutes and logon to today's (July 22nd) sermon at www.churchforallnations.org. Select MULTIMEDIA, then video (or audio if you don't feel like watching). The "grace-centered" person Pastor Wolfson describes reveals the essence of DeForest Kelley to a "T." I hope my presentation in Vegas does it as well as Pastor Wolfson did it today... (Pastor Wolfson didn't know he was describing DeForest Kelley, but oddly enough he did say this way of living was "the real McCoy" -- at which time I nodded my head in enthusiastic agreement!)

The sermon will only be available at this link for two weeks, but you can order a copy at this link at any time thereafter.

Do it. It may well affect the course of your life and the timbre of your interactions with others! I know it has mine!

To My Sorrow... and Dismay...I Resonate to this Essay...

"YOU WORRY ME!"

By American Airlines Pilot - Captain John Maniscalco

I've been trying to say this since 9-11, but you worry me.

I wish you didn't. I wish when I walked down the streets of this country I so dearly love, that your color and culture still blended with the beautiful human landscape we enjoy here. But you don't blend in anymore. I notice you, and it worries me.

I notice you because I can't help it anymore. People from your homelands, professing to be Muslims, have been attacking and killing my fellow citizens and our friends for more than 20 years now. I don't fully understand their grievances and hate, but I know that nothing can justify the inhumanity of their attacks.

On September 11, nineteen Arab-Muslims hijacked four jetliners in my country. They cut the throats of women in front of children and brutally stabbed others to death. They took control of those planes and crashed them into buildings, killing thousands of proud fathers, loving sons, wise grandparents, elegant daughters, best friends, favorite coaches, fearless public servants, and children's mothers. The Palestinians celebrated, the Iraqis were overjoyed, as was most of the Arab world.

So, I notice you now. I don't want to be worried. I don't want to be consumed by the same rage and hate and prejudice that has destroyed the soul of the terrorists.

But I need your help. As a rational American, wanting to protect my country and family in an irrational and unsafe world, I must know how to tell the difference between you, and the Arab/Muslim terrorist.

How do I differentiate between the true Arab/Muslim-Americans and the Arab/Muslim terrorists in our communities who are attending our schools, enjoying our parks, and living in our communities under the protection of our constitution, while they plot the next attack that will slaughter these same good neighbors and children? The events of September 11th changed the answer.

It is not my responsibility -- but it is my desire -- to determine which of you embraces this country, with ALL of its religions,with ALL of its different citizens, with all of its faults. It is time for Arab/Muslims in this country to determine it for me.

I want to know, and have a right to know, whether or not you love America. Do you pledge allegiance to its flag? Do you proudly display it in front of your house, or on your car? Do you pray in your many daily prayers that Allah will bless this nation, that He will protect and prosper it? Or do you pray that Allah will destroy it in one of your Jihads?

Are you thankful for the freedom that only this nation affords? A freedom that was paid for by the blood of hundreds of thousands of patriots who gave their lives for this country? Are you willing to preserve this freedom by also paying the ultimate sacrifice? Do you love America ?

If this is your commitment, then you need to start letting me know about it. Your Muslim leaders in this nation should be flooding the media at this time with hard facts on your faith, and with what hard actions you are taking as a community and as a religion to protect the United States of America.

Please, no more benign overtures of regret for the death of the innocent because I worry about who you regard as innocent. No more benign overtures of condemnation for the unprovoked attacks because I worry about what is unprovoked to you.

I am not interested in any more sympathy. I am only interested in action. What will you do for America at this time of crisis, at this time of war?

I want to see Arab-Muslims waving the American flag in our streets. I want to hear you chanting "Allah Bless America." I want to see young Arab/Muslim men enlisting in the military. I want to see a commitment of money, time, and emotion to the victims of this butchering and to this nation as a whole.

The FBI has a list of over 400 people they want to talk to regarding the WTC attack. Many of these people live and socialize right now in Muslim communities. Some of you know them. You know where they are. Point them out, if they are guilty -- or if you have the slightest concern that they may be.

But I have seen little even approaching this sort of action. Instead I have seen an already closed and secretive community close even tighter. You have disappeared from the streets. You have posted armed security guards at your facilities. You have threatened lawsuits. You have asked for -- and received -- protection from reprisals.

If the true teachings of Islam proclaim tolerance and peace and love for all people, then I want chapter and verse from the Koran and statements from popular Muslim leaders to back it up.

What good is it if the teachings in the Koran are good, and pure, and true, when it seems many of your "leaders" are teaching fanatical interpretations, terrorism, and intolerance? It matters little how good Islam SHOULD BE if huge numbers of the world's Muslims interpret the teachings of Mohammed incorrectly and adhere to a degenerative form of the religion. A form that has been demonstrated to us over and over again. A form whose structure is built upon a foundation of violence, death, and suicide. A form whose members are recruited from the prisons around the world. A form whose members (some as young as five years old) are seen marching in the streets around the world, burning effigies of our presidents, burning the American flag, shooting weapons into the air. A form whose members convert from a peaceful religion, only to take up arms against the United States of America, the country of their birth. A form whose rules are so twisted, that their traveling members refuse to show their faces at airport security checkpoints, in the name of Islam.

We will NEVER allow the attacks of September 11, or any others for that matter, to take away that which is so precious to us: Our rights under the greatest constitution in the world.

I want to know where every Arab Muslim in this country stands and I think it is my right and the right of every true citizen of this country to know it. A right paid for by the blood of thousands of my brothers and sisters who died protecting the very constitution that is protecting you and your family.

I am pleading with you to let me know. I want you here as my brother, my neighbor, my friend, as a fellow American.

But there can be no gray areas or ambivalence regarding your allegiance and it is up to you to show me where you stand.

Until then "YOU WORRY ME!"

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As disturbing as the above is to me -- since it mirrors the same pattern of thinking that eventually placed loyal Japanese-Americans in internment camps during World War II -- it's sadly understandable. It's difficult to see a Muslim and think only benign thoughts. A bit of primeval fear and paranoia pops up every time, no matter how hard I try to snuff it. I offer up a prayer every time I see one now: a prayer of mutual blessing, and of mutual protection.

God is the only One who can sort the benign from the malignant -- but at least my prayer allows me to remain on an even keel despite my new ambivalence.

I don't want to hate, or to worry, or to have to wonder if the Muslims in my community are here for their freedom -- or to prepare for their jihad against the things we espouse and cherish as a nation.

I only know that I don't know -- and that makes me shudder... because this is not how I want to view other human beings...

Convention Update: Saturday 10:05-10:45 is My Time!

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Weather Report – cool and wet for many days in a row. We are LOVING IT! I just hope some of this wonderful wetness is getting to eastern Washington where it has been so hot and dry. There is grave fire danger in the forested areas; we are three inches shy in precipitation to date.


Despite the best-laid plans of mice and men, I didn’t get to sleep before midnight again last night. I was careful not to drink tea or caffeine yesterday afternoon, and was very weary at work as a result all afternoon, so caffeine wasn’t a factor. The major factor was sitting at the PC emailing folks who are coming to the convention or flying over to stay with me after it, which was great… and ordering a couple things at my CafePress.com store (DeForest Station) for the convention. That’s where I stumbled -- started looking at what other CaféPress stores are offering and lost myself to curiosity for an hour or so (searched on DeForest, and Kelley, and Robert Kennedy, and Faith, and Jesus, and such as that…) I almost ordered a few things from the RF Kennedy and Jesus stores, but changed my mind (came to my senses) and realized these are luxuries, not necessities, and I can put them on a wish list for Christmas. The prices are low enough that someone could actually get them without undue hardship to a checkbook. I took notes and will make a list. My family, every year, asks me what I want for Christmas and I can never think of anything other than Subway gift cards and phone cards. (Those are very important staples, you see!) Now I will prepare to answer the question for six months and give those who inquire a smile and an actual list – probably very short, but at least a list! -- instead of frustration. “She actually has a list this year! Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles!” If they dance, it won’t be a surprise!

Bobbie Bobstein says I should reclaim my guitar from the garage (purchased in Mexico forty years ago for $10 by my dad for me) and she will tune it and play some folk songs on it when she visits! Maybe I will get the music sheet for A SIMPLE COUNTRY DOCTOR from its creator and have her sing that… It’s a great tribute to De, written the weekend he passed away. You can find the lyrics here: http://www.ovff.org/pegasus/songs/simple-country-doctor.html . You may even be able to hear it on the Internet, but I’m not sure about that. The creator of the song sent me a copy on DVD so I could use it as an intro, but it’s about five minutes long, and I have never had that much leeway for an intro. Wish I did. It’s exceptionally good. It won a folk song award (Pegasus?) a few years after it was written, and should have! I wish De could’ve heard it. I think it would touch him deeply, to realize the depth and breadth of the legacy he left. Not bad for a man who said, when asked what he thought his legacy would be: “That’s almost something for someone else to answer, but my first thought is, I hope they will remember! There’s nothing deader than a dead actor, you know!” As far as I know, that’s the only proclamation he ever missed by a mile! It may be true of most actors, but it’s certainly not true of De Kelley.

What else?

If Aunt Tod doesn’t need me tomorrow morning to take her shopping, I will probably have lunch with Della at Kings Manor. I left my TREK Magazine with her (the one with my interview in it) so she could read and then share it with her daughter (a big Trek/De fan), so she is expecting me to come back one of these weekends to have lunch again and retrieve it. If it’s cool still, I may stay and play Hangman with her and other ladies and gents who want that kind of challenge to their brain matter. They love it when I stay to play because of my extensive (writer’s) vocabulary and knowledge of critters, the Bible, geography within the U.S., movie and song titles, and other categories I can use to try to “hang” them. Rarely do I succeed, because Della still has a mind like a steel trap. She and a couple others usually figure out the word or phrase…

I also use fun/funny hints during Hangman. One hint, e.g., was “Biblical Prophet, He Was a Bullfrog… That threw them for a loop! “A bullfrog prophet?” one lady thoughtfully inquired. “Wasn’t that during the plagues against Egypt?!” I just about wet myself laughing! (Answer: Jeremiah.) That way we get laughs when the answer is finally discovered.

I put the word “douche” up there one time with the hint, “Internal sprucer upper” or something like that. Strangely enough, Della figured it out right away but was embarrassed that she may have guessed wrong and whispered (with a strategically-cupped hand to her mouth), “Douche?” I do have to remember that the older generation doesn’t talk about personal matters with the alacrity of more recent generations! (Who am I kidding? Neither do I! That’s precisely why I threw it in there – to wake ‘em up and make ‘em wonder if I finally had lost all sense of decorum!) A little shock to the system is just what a brain needs to wake up and smell the coffee. After “douche,” I didn’t stump anyone on anything all afternoon, no matter how difficult or unlikely the word! My elderly friends were fully alert, awake and aware; as McCoy would say, “working on all thrusters”!

Let’s face it, YOU’RE more awake now that I’ve shared this anecdote, aren’t you? It’s amazing what a picayune, unexpected “moral outrage attack” can do to one’s mental abilities! It certainly sits me bold upright!

One of my first jobs as a young adult was working in a veterinary hospital. (I was a very innocent young lady – my Dad never told me an off-color joke until I was 24!) At the veterinary hospital, I blushed red for three months straight. The vets would joke about artificially inseminating dogs while actively gathering sperm from a male and then depositing it into a female (believe me, you don’t want to know; don’t ask!). I would just about die of acute embarrassment, not necessarily by the process itself but by their description of the process! And Max would mangle lovely standards (songs) to fit the veterinary profession, ditties like, “They asked me how I knew… raccoon shit was blue… and to them I said … you have been misled, raccoon shit is red” and “colder than the ring around a polar bear’s ass, COLD!”

Yes, it’s true: I have Max Flockerzie and Pete Yantorni to thank for the lop-sided “blessing” that I almost never blush anymore! If you can survive working in a critter care facility with two veterinarian cut-ups (pun intended), you will not blush again, either. Your blood will learn to stay out of your face and chest. I don’t know how, but it will.

21 Days -- Marge Duff et al Are Counting!

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeegads ! ! ! ! !

I'm shipping stuff to Vegas, my publisher is shipping stuff to Vegas, and comrades from afar are emailing to say, "See you soon!" -- so this means only one thing: the Las Vegas convention is --- there is no lingering doubt at all -- "perilously close."

Here's the link to what we're all getting into: http://www.creationent.com/cal/stlv.htm

You have to scroll waaaaaaayyyyy down the page to find the blurb about me. This should prove once and for all that I ain't no celebrity. So relax and treat me no differently than you would your best friend in the whole wide world who's scared to death -- pray for me! -- and all will be well! HA HA HA HA HA ! ! ! !

Today at lunch I re-recorded what I plan to say, because there was plenty of time at work between clients to "revise and edit." As mentioned before, I never "finish" a presentation -- I "surrender" it when the time comes. It isn't about perfection, though. It's about wanting to give the attendees the best time possible... and what I consider "the best time possible" changes from day to day and minute to minute!

I've been re-reading my book and noting things that haven't been brought out before at a convention. And it's worthy, but it won't "fit" the road map that will work in a 30 minute time frame. Since Creation can't tell me yet whether I'll have 30 minutes or 60, I'm planning for 30, expecting questions for 10 or 15, and hoping I come up with enough good responses and reminiscences (keyed by fans' questions) that the entire hour will fly by before anyone notices. That's my plan.

I did notice that some of my best stuff from earlier appearances isn't in this one. But those moments happened as a result of fans' questions -- they weren't in my presentations, they were brought to it by the hearts and questions of fans. It's the interaction that elicits the best stuff, so I want to allow plenty of time for that. That's somewhat risky, but it's also the best way to truly interface with De's fans. He did it. I want to kind of stick to the same format he used: Talk a little, read a little, then open it up for questions, comments, sharing of memories...

21 DAYS... by Marge's count. (I think she's flying in a day earlier.) My appearance is Saturday the 11th -- don't know the time yet... That's 23 days, the way I count (this being Thursday night).

23 days... Eeeeeeeeegaaaaaaaaddddddddddssssssssssssssss.

Plenty of time to tinker with the blueprint and figure out what needs saying and what can be left for fans to discover in the books (Terry's bio of De and mine)...

"Oh, joy..."

The Trek-motif On-Hold Concepts (www.onholdconcepts.com) post cards look terrific! I got a thousand of them, so will see if all my buddies will hold a handful during my appearance so that when I mention them from the stage, any business owner in the audience who wants one won't have to go far to get one...

Wait'll you see them. They are SO COOL! (blush) I wrote and designed them... so I shouldn't be bragging, BUT I AM!!!

Have a great evening. Emails are coming in here by the bucket load tonight --- (ding, ding, ding)

ANTICIPATION

ANTICIPATION

IS MAKING ME WAIT

KEEPIN' ME WAITING...

so I need to respond to them...

More tomorrow!

The Convention is Near!

Last night I audiotaped my presentation and will begin listening to it every night until I'm pretty sure I have it in order and won't have to refer to notes much. With any luck at all, the only time I won't be looking at De's fans is when I'm reading excerpts from the book. That's the ideal scenario and my goal.

The basic problem is that I'm shy, so even in normal surroundings I rarely look at who I'm chatting with except for a few brief nanoseconds at a time. So at the convention I will have to pick out a few faces in the crowd (ideally people I know, as long as they aren't nervous for me) and concentrate on them! Enough of my friends and e-mail pals are attending that, if they spread out and sit all over the place, I will be able to look like I'm looking at everybody... That would be a very nice "special effect."

I will really, really try to "get over" the trauma of standing up there as quickly as possible because I want to look back on it having ENJOYED it, not just having SURVIVED it! :)

I can imagine myself being completely at ease and natural up there, so I know what it should look like -- kinda like De looked when he was appearing at a convention. (Truth be known, he looked a little nervous himself at first a time or two, so I'm accrediting these pre-show jitters to the perfectly natural tendency to compare public speaking with being positioned before a firing squad or atop a gallows trap door without the courtesy of a hood...)

The good news is that Bobbie Bobstein (the relocated New Yawker who now lives in North Carolina) has decided that she will fly to Washington a few days after the convention and spend ten days with me, encompassing two weekends. And Alison may end up flying to my place, too. Alison is definitely coming to the convention; she's just wavering back and forth on whether to fly to Washington with me afterward or to return to England and sell her flat first... WILL SOMEONE IN ENGLAND PLEASE BUY HER FLAT before the convention?! That would settle the matter once and for all! That way these two ladies could keep each other company while I'm at work weekdays. I have plenty to keep both of them entertained. I must have two solid weeks' worth of De movies and TV episodes (not counting anything having to do with STAR TREK), so they will be happier'n two peas in a pod with a week-day comrade to share that bounty and joy with... So I'm hoping it works out that they can both be here at the same time at least part of the time. I would feel less like a lousy host leaving for work in the morning... Being a working gal is the pits at times. Thank God I love my job!

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Three hours later. I just got off the phone with Bobbie. Yes, we talked for three hours, coast to coast. We are going to have the BEST time when she gets here! WAHOO!!!!!

I need to hit the hay now. Bobbie said so. And Bobbie KNOWS 'cause I got silly toward the end of our marathon chat. (That's always a dead giveaway. Let this be fair warning to those of you heading to the Vegas convention. When you spend serious time with me, you will pay for it along about midnight! Silliness will ensue and that will be your cue: Kris is about to go tilt, totally sober! I can't wait!)

You take care and I'll dedicate myself to a seriously long blog tomorrow night.

Very, Very Disturbing...

From Pastor Alan Meenan's Church For The Nations E-Newsletter at www.churchforthenations.org :

Last week the Los Angeles Times released a front-page story on a Southern California medical practitioner. Dr. Prem Reddy is a cardiologist who has already purchased eight hospitals and hopes to add a further six in the next few months. The buying spree, claims the Times report, is making his company one of the largest hospital owners in the State and placing it in a position to challenge industry leaders.

The difference in Reddy's hospitals, however, appears to consist in a shift in the philosophy of medical care. The enterprise has proven very profitable for Dr. Reddy but at what cost to the adaptation of American values? According to the article, Dr. Reddy is unapologetic in providing health care commensurate with what a patient can afford. "Why should (everybody) expect the same medical treatment?" he asks. Evidently medicine, like so many other things, has here become simply a matter of making money and is no longer about compassion for ailing humanity.

The brother of our Lord Jesus, the apostle James once wrote an amazing thing (2:1-6):

My brothers, as believers in our glorious Lord Jesus Christ, don't show favoritism. Suppose a man comes into your meeting wearing a gold ring and fine clothes, and a poor man in shabby clothes also comes in. If you show special attention to the man wearing fine clothes and say, "Here's a good seat for you," but say to the poor man, "You stand there" or "Sit on the floor by my feet," have you not discriminated among yourselves and become judges with evil thoughts? Listen, my dear brothers: Has not God chosen those who are poor in the eyes of the world to be rich in faith and to inherit the kingdom he promised those who love him? But you have insulted the poor."


As I continued to read the article, I learned that Dr. Reddy is originally from Nellore in India. At that point the disturbing pieces came together for me. Of course, he would think in terms of a human hierarchy with some people more deserving than others. The inequalities of the caste system are pervasive in Indian society.

America, by contrast, was founded on Christian ideals which affirm equality among peoples. As part of God's creation we are all equally deserving: black and white, rich and poor, celebrity or unknown, men and women.

Dr. Reddy's worldview, steeped in Hindu thought, is a reminder and perhaps a wake-up call that the very foundations of our society cannot be taken for granted and that the elements we espouse are under constant threat from our pluralistic age. So while it may be fashionable today to be tolerant of every conceivable ideology, that very acquiescence may result in the unraveling of American culture as we have known it.

Human equality is an American ideal only because it is first and foremost a Christian dogma. The concept that all men are created equal is actually foreign to most people in the world and is conspicuously absent from the ideologies of Hinduism and Islam.

For the Nations, Pastor Alan

333 -- A Benediction?

3:33 has been popping up on the clock a lot lately – which is "fascinating. Why?

3:33 was my “De time” on the clock because of 333 Montgomery (http://www.neverpleadguilty.com/tv/tv.htm) and because it seems he or Carolyn often called me during the 3:33 time period in the afternoon when I worked at Warner Bros. (De portrayed real-life criminal defense attorney Jake Ehrlich in a pilot called 333 Montgomery. Jake Ehrlich chose De to play him after he saw De do a scene. He said, "That's me! That's me, exactly!"

I know, I know – 3:33 pops up twice a day, like (ha ha) clockwork, but usually I am utterly oblivious to time or do not refer to a clock often enough that any particular time is "locked in" that often. The past two weeks almost every time I look at the clock, it’s 3:33 (a.m. or p.m.) !!!
If feels mighty Twilight Zone-y to me!

I think this is heaven’s way of telling me the way is clear for me to present in Vegas in exactly the way I have in mind, which may seem pretty far off-course to folks in Sin City. But I know it’s what I am supposed to be doing with my life and I will do it there. Not in a heavy-handed way at all; just in passing. Those who are supposed to be influenced by it will be – the Holy Spirit will nudge them onto a new path, one they in no way anticipated when they elected to come hear me speak about De (in the same way I was nudged when I least expected it).

I’m reading Ann Spangler’s new book PRAYING THE NAMES OF JESUS. It’s even better than her earlier volume, PRAYING THE NAMES OF GOD. (She is becoming a better writer.) Quite often in this volume she will write something so profound that I want to post here verbatim, but it would be a violation of copyright to the extent I want to do it, so I suggest you get the book and read it for yourself. I promise you it will be worth every nickel you pay for it.

When you get it, turn to page 256 and 257 and tell me if a light bulb doesn't go off over your head and make you think, "Oh my gosh! That's it exactly!"

'Nuf said. You need to get the book. Truly. You do. You won't be sorry or I will buy it back from you -- after you have read it all the way through. But then you have to send it to me so I can give it to someone else living on a limited income who will be mightily blessed by it...

Alison's email address isn't working -- at least, it isn't working when I send her emails. She gave me a private address, and I'm waiting to see if that one works. The phone hasn't rung tonight, so I suspect that one didn't get back to her, either...

Veddy odd! Alison, I would like to give you my phone number right now, but then everybody and their brother would have it and that might not be good. I don't have a clue how many people read this blog...

Email Bobbie Bobstein. She can give it to you!

Join Hollywood Prayer Network... Pray for Your Favorite Hollywood People of Every Religion, Nationality

I have belonged to the Hollywood Prayer Network almost from its inception. It is making inroads and is changing the face of Hollywood day-by-day. I encourage you to logon, join up, and find out how to strategically offer prayer for entertainment industry professionals. I'm praying for Tom Cruise, Katie Holmes and baby Suri (Scientologists), Jerry Lewis (Jewish and amazing -- you know him these days best as the host of the Labor Day Muscular Dystrophy Telethon, but he has a remarkable history as a comic and entertainer; I've been a fan of his since I was 12) and our very own Inquisitor... who shall remain unidentified...

http://www.myspace.com/hollywoodprayernetwork

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Contine to pray and lift up Jenn Cuellar. I have never prayed the way I am praying now for this amazing, young woman who has touched so many lives already in her few short years on this planet.

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More later... Must off to church...

A Prayer to Ponder... and an URGENT Prayer Request for a Dear Friend...

When Minister Joe Wright was asked to open a session of the Kansas Senate, everyone was expecting the usual generalities, but this is what they heard:

"Heavenly Father,We come before you today To ask your forgiveness and To seek your direction and guidance.

We know Your Word says, 'Woe to those who call evil good.' But that is exactly what we have done. We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values.

We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery. We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.

We have killed our unborn and called it choice. We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable.

We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self esteem. We have abused power and called it politics.

We have coveted our neighbour's possessions and called it ambition. We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of speech and expression. We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our Forefathers and called it enlightenment.

Search us, Oh, God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin and set us free. Amen!"

The response was immediate. A number of legislators walked out during the prayer in protest. In 6 short weeks, Central Christian Church, where Rev. Wright is pastor, logged more than 5,000 phone calls with only 47 of those calls responding negatively. Commentator Paul Harvey aired this prayer on his radio Program, "The Rest of the Story," and received a larger response to this program than any other he has ever aired.

With the Lord's help, may this prayer sweep over our Nation and wholeheartedly become our desire so that we again can be called "one nation under God."

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Prayer Request

A dear, dear former co-worker of mine has been diagnosed with Stage 4 leukemia. Her name is Jennifer Cuellar and if you knew her, you would be on your knees right now in intercession for her. She is a delightful, dedicated, hard-working woman, 27 years old, who works at Church For All Nations, where I served Pastor Ken Ecker for a year and a half just nine months ago. Jennifer occupied the cubicle next to me. She is a fantastic woman of God. You can access more information about her and send her prayers at this website URL: http://jennifercuellar.homeip.net/.

Please, please, please stop what you are doing right now and pray for a bone marrow donor and complete and total remission and healing for her.

So this is urgent... very urgent... let's overwhelm heaven with our prayers morning, noon and night!

Jenn's friend Kate Stinson says the doctors are talking about 16 weeks of chemotherapy treatment... so please continue keep cards, letters or emails coming to her. Notes mean a great deal, even when they are from people Jenn doesn't know. (Imagine what notes and emails from all over the world would do for you if you were the one in her hospital bed.) Be a blessing! Be a friend to a lovely, effervescent friend of mine! PLEASE AND THANK YOU! You can send Jennifer cards to this address:

Jenn Cuellar
c/o Kate Stinson
6320 90th Street Court East
Puyallup WA 98371

or email Jenn c/o Kate at Kate_Stinson@hotmail.com
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From Bobbie Bobstein... The Perfect Joke!

G-d was missing for six days.

Eventually, Michael, the archangel, found him, resting on the seventh day. He inquired, "Where have you been?"

G-d smiled deeply and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds,"Look, Michael. Look what I've made."

Archangel Michael looked puzzled, and said, "What is it?"

"It's a planet," replied G-d, "and I've put Life on it. I'm going to call it Earth and it's going to be a place to test Balance."

"Balance?" inquired Michael, "I'm still confused."

G-d explained, pointing to different parts of earth. "For example, northern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth,while southern Europe is going to be poor. Over here I've placed a continent of white people, and over there is a continent of black people. Balance in all things."

G-d continued pointing to different countries. "This one will be extremely hot, while this one will be very cold and covered in ice."

The Archangel, impressed by G-d's work, then pointed to a land area and said, "What's that one?"

"That's Washington State, the most glorious place on earth. There are beautiful mountains, rivers and streams, lakes, forests, hills, and plains. The people from Washington State are going to be handsome, modest, intelligent, and humorous, and they are going to travel the world. They will be extremely sociable, hardworking, high achieving, and they will be known throughout the world as diplomats, carriers of peace, and producers of software."

Michael gasped in wonder and admiration, but then asked, "But what about balance, G-d? You said there would be balance."

G-d smiled, "There is another Washington. Wait till you see the idiots I put there."

I Will Have Twenty DE Books in Vegas to Sell

Good news. I will be able to bring 20 of my DE title to the Vegas convention after all. My friend Betty Mosher, who lives in Vegas, says she will accept a box of books from my publisher and hold them for me -- along with a box of publicity materials I'll be sending from here -- until I arrive there. She will also pick me up at the airport and deliver Alison and me back to it... so we have a "chauffeur" in Vegas! (She just had surgery and says she has two back-up drivers to fetch us in case she ends up unable to keep this commitment, so I have full confidence that all will be well! WAHOO!!!) Betty and I met in Vegas thirty years ago -- we were in the same hospital room. I was getting intestinal bypass surgery and she was getting hemorrhoid surgery. I knew she was a keeper friend when she joked to me, "You know what that they're calling us at the nurse's station, don't you?" "No. What?" "The ass and the bypass in Room C-204!" I was in (actual) stitches, and had to hold a pillow on my tummy to keep from popping them when she made that observation!

(Postscript to the above: Also in our hospital room were a Vegas showgirl who had tried to commit suicide and another lady whose doctor was also Elvis's doctor -- the infamous doc who was giving him all the prescriptions that killed him a month later that same year. Gives me shivers because he came into the room to check on her loudly proclaiming that the huge ring on his finger was a recent gift from Elvis. I bet he wasn't quite so boisterous later when the scandal broke out about Elvis's Vegas doctor! That probably buttoned up his lip pretty reliably...)


So I emailed my publisher tonight and ordered 20 copies of the book. Wish I had the wherewithal to order 50 copies; they would probably all go! But alas... selling this amount should cover any additional costs I have while in Vegas (meals, souvenirs) and still allow me to bring a little bit home afterward and put it into the kitty for buying books NEXT time.

Still ~ those of you who can order ahead and plan to have a book for me to sign, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE order ahead. I want to be sure everyone who wants a book and a signature gets a book and a signature, and for sure twenty books will NOT cover the expected turnout.

So again, the link to the book is this:
http://www.authorhouse.com/BookStore/ItemDetail~bookid~7780.aspx

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The temperature "only" got to 85 today, so tonight it feels positively decent in my den as long as the fan is bringing air in from out-of-doors. Ahhhhhhh. It's probably 78 right now. Perfect.

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Robert W Bly’s The Copywriter’s Handbook is on my recommended reading list now – and holds an honored place at my desk as well. It’s very good. I plan to buy copies at Christmas time for the copywriters in my life. Even great copywriters can learn from it.

My own copy has improved steadily over the course of the past seven months. This book has confirmed things I have learned as a freelance writer for 35 years and has also aided the journey toward ever-increasing confidence.

The book is both an instructional manual and a huge ego boost – especially as the reader gets toward the end. Bly proclaims that when a copywriter is exemplary, they’re worth what a doctor or lawyer gets per diem. Why? Because the copywriter is often the creator of the first “face” that people “meet.” The copy writer is the one who convinces a prospective customer or client to commit to a tentative relationship. Unless the first impression is great, there is little chance the rest of the people in the company will be seen – the people who can cement the relationship, provide the service, deliver the goods, solve the problem. Copywriters are unseen, anonymous salespeople working from a keyboard, in essence.

Copywriting it isn’t as easy as it looks. It is often fun, but it ain’t easy!

Give this book to the writer in your midst. Doesn't matter what kind of writer. This book will improve what they do.


Then logon to http://www.onholdconcepts.com/ and imagine what one of our wonderful copywriters (maybe even me!) can do for your business !

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DO NOT, ABSOLUTELY DO NOT, BYPASS THIS LINK WITHOUT LOOKING AT IT. AMAZING!

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