————— March 04, 2015 —————

Purim-Hebrew

Chag Purim Sameach!

((Happy Purim!))

I have posted about Purim on several occasions, now, and don’t really see the point of re-posting it all, when you can just look on the sidebar and read them – if you want – on your own.  Know what I mean?  But in order to make things easier, here are the posts:

Feast 9: What is Purim?
The basic information on the feast day.
And yes, it’s commanded ‘for all generations’.

The Stolen Day

How Mardi Gras is actually Ha’Satan’s attempt
to hijack Purim and corrupt it’s purpose.

Haman’s 10 Sons

An interesting post about how
Hitler was a second Haman… with a twist!

Purim & the Future

Haman is a prototype of the coming Anti-Christ
according to the Jews.  Find out more!

————— March 01, 2015 —————

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We are working our way backwards thru the NT letters, this winter.  I know that sounds odd, but the letters in the New Testament are in order by size, from biggest to smallest, going from Romans to Jude.  And I thought with the kids, it’d be more fun to start small and get bigger.

Last night, we read in the last chapter of the last letter that Peter wrote.  And did you know that there’s a prophecy, there?  It’s Peter’s last foretelling of the future.  And I wouldn’t have even realized that if it weren’t for the fact that… well, it was fulfilled, this week.

Check this out (starting with the Bible, 2 Peter chapter 3):

This second epistle, beloved, I now write unto you; in both which I stir up your pure minds by way of remembrance:  That ye may be mindful of the words which were spoken before by the holy prophets, and of the commandment of us the apostles of the Lord and Saviour:  Knowing this first, that there shall come in the last days scoffers, walking after their own lusts,  And saying, Where is the promise of His coming? for since the fathers fell asleep, all things continue as they were from the beginning of the creation.  For this they willingly are ignorant of, that by the word of God the heavens were of old, and the earth standing out of the water and in the water:  

Whereby the world that then was, being overflowed with water, perished: But the heavens and the earth, which are now, by the same word are kept in store, reserved unto fire against the day of judgment and perdition of ungodly men.  2 Peter 3:1-7

I read that, and my jaw dropped.  Because this article came out and was on my newsfeed three times, last week:

http://www.space.com/28681-theory-no-big-bang.html

If a new theory turns out to be true, the universe may not have started with a bang.  In the new formulation, the universe was never a singularity, or an infinitely small and infinitely dense point of matter. In fact, the universe may have no beginning at all.

“Our theory suggests that the age of the universe could be infinite,” said study co-author Saurya Das, a theoretical physicist at the University of Lethbridge in Alberta, Canada. The new concept could also explain what dark matter — the mysterious, invisible substance that makes up most of the universe — is actually made of, Das added.

According to the Big Bang theory, the universe was born about 13.8 billion years ago. All the matter that exists today was once squished into an infinitely dense, infinitely tiny, ultra-hot point called a singularity. This tiny fireball then exploded and gave rise to the early universe.  The singularity comes out of the math of Einstein’s theory of general relativity, which describes how mass warps space-time, and another equation (called Raychaudhuri’s equation) that predicts whether the trajectory of something will converge or diverge over time. Going backward in time, according to these equations, all matter in the universe was once in a single point — the Big Bang singularity.

But that’s not quite true. In Einstein’s formulation, the laws of physics actually break before the singularity is reached. But scientists extrapolate backward as if the physics equations still hold, said Robert Brandenberger, a theoretical cosmologist at McGill University in Montreal, who was not involved in the study.  “So when we say that the universe begins with a big bang, we really have no right to say that,” Brandenberger told Live Science.

There are other problems brewing in physics — namely, that the two most dominant theories, quantum mechanics and general relativity, can’t be reconciled.  Quantum mechanics says that the behavior of tiny subatomic particles is fundamentally uncertain. This is at odds with Einstein’s general relativity, which is deterministic, meaning that once all the natural laws are known, the future is completely predetermined by the past, Das said.  And neither theory explains what dark matter, an invisible form of matter that exerts a gravitational pull on ordinary matter but cannot be detected by most telescopes, is made of.

Das and his colleagues wanted a way to resolve at least some of these problems. To do so, they looked at an older way of visualizing quantum mechanics, called Bohmian mechanics. In it, a hidden variable governs the bizarre behavior of subatomic particles. Unlike other formulations of quantum mechanics, it provides a way to calculate the trajectory of a particle.

Using this old-fashioned form of quantum theory, the researchers calculated a small correction term that could be included in Einstein’s theory of general relativity. Then, they figured out what would happen in deep time. The upshot? In the new formulation, there is no singularity, and the universe is infinitely old.

One way of interpreting the quantum correction term in their equation is that it is related to the density of dark matter, Das said.  If so, the universe could be filled with a superfluid made of hypothetical particles, such as the gravity-carrying particles known as gravitons, or ultra-cold, ghostlike particles known as axions, Das said.  One way to test the theory is to look at how dark matter is distributed in the universe and see if it matches the properties of the proposed superfluid, Das said.  “If our results match with those, even approximately, that’s great,” Das told Live Science.

However, the new equations are just one way to reconcile quantum mechanics and general relativity. For instance, a part of string theory known as string gas cosmology predicts that the universe once had a long-lasting static phase, while other theories predict there was once a cosmic “bounce,” where the universe first contracted until it reached a very small size, then began expanding, Brandenberg said.  Either way, the universe was once very, very small and hot.  “The fact that there’s a hot fireball at very early times: that is confirmed,” Brandenberg told Live Science. “When you try to go back all the way to the singularity, that’s when the problems arise.”

I learned A LOT this morning, from this.  First, that the scientist screwed up Einstein’s theory of relativity in order to even have a Big Bang in the first place.  Had no idea, but it figures.  Then I learned that the predominate two theories can be linked with an older theory (or, actually, several other theories).

I find it amazing that they CAN definitely pinpoint a hot fireball… since we have already explored (earlier this summer) the fact that it was a fire/flare event that caused the Great Flood.  And what do the last two verses in 2Peter3 say?  That the people in the end times would a) say that there was no start to the universe, and b) that there *was* a Flood event that would be acknowledged at the same time, and that it is directly related to the fire-induced events Yehovah oversees.

A TOTAL fulfillment.  Just this week.  To the letter.  Including bits that I had not seen as being related, but Peter did.  And that’s just astounding.

————— February 19, 2015 —————

Changes on the Site

I have been a very busy beaver.  I have created another weblog. (Yay, me!)

Now, don’t go getting all freaky on me.  S’okay… anything that’s spiritual, scriptural, or noteworthy will still be posted here.  But anything that is personal… as in thoughts, activities, our school stuff, reflections, etc… they’re ALLLLLLL going to a different place.   I’m sorry if that’s a pain in the gludious hiney for you, but frankly?  I’m not happy.  I’m writing with my MOTHER standing over my shoulder, reading, and that feeling is just wrong.

So!  Why am I telling you this?  Because a) I want you to know what’s going on.  I’m pretty honest about stuff, and want to keep it that way.  And b) I don’t want you to think that there won’t be anything at this site, anymore.  There will be, but just not every day.  Oh, I’ll be writing everyday.  But not here.  And c) to rub salt in a wound.  Because I’m becoming just about that damn vindictive.  Okay, I probably shouldn’t be, or at least shouldn’t admit it, but… see reason ‘a’ for more details.  I’ll repent when my ire is calmed down, some.

Anyhow, now you know!

 

————— February 18, 2015 —————

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Good Morning.  We got some amazingly beautiful snow, last night – I love being blanketed by it.  And now, icing on cake, the sun has come out and is sparkling all over it.  Could it be any prettier a day?  I love that we can stay in where it’s warm and look out at all of the pristine beauty.
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Great Music.  Ethan found a Jars of Clay CD in our shelf that we’ve never heard, so we’re trying new music, this morning.  Sometimes I buy things at yard sales, and they get put on the shelf before we even listen to them.  Of course new music always takes some getting used to, but that can be fun and interesting, too.  We already listen to two Jars of Clay CDs pretty regularly, so adding to it could be nice.
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Getting it Out. I finally had my post-mother breakdown last night. So I’m purged, and things are on the upside, now.  We gave her a second chance… she blew it within six minutes.  So that’s that.  But I actually forgot about the whole recovery, thing.  Sunday was the kids’ “Recovery Day”.  It was harsh, but they’re through it, now.  But three days of dealing with absolute fury really puts the hurt to me.  Intestinal, headaches, emotional… and I forgot about the emotional part.  I freaked last night and… well, Brian thinks it’s pretty amusing, but I can’t say I agree while it’s going on.  Next time, no mascara.
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It’s WEDNESDAY.  Electronic school day.  An easier day for me, and the kids love the break, mid-week.  I ordered the next ‘Quantum Leap’, because we’re really zooming along through them.  But the kids are writing some amazing reports from them.  I…
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Decisions.  I’m beginning to wonder if I want to post stuff here.  Honestly, all it feels this site is good for, anymore, is broadcasting my activities/thoughts to my mother.  That’s NOT what I want.  I’ve thought of going protected, but I hate the password boxes all over my blog.  UNacceptable.  I thought about going private, but those don’t show up, except in my dashboard.  If they were visible (to me, signed in) on my feed, yes, but…  it doesn’t work that way.  So I’m not sure what to do.  Still thinking about it.
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Blessings.  Brian got a side work check yesterday… it was so much more than we were expecting, my jaw dropped when he proudly showed me. It’s getting split in half – half put aside for spring dental appointments (not cheap when there are seven people), and using the other half to go on our annual waterpark trip.
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Sad News.  Our tax lady (who has been a good friend of ours for twenty years) has been diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis.  She’s a wonderful woman, and I hate to see her suffering.  She’s an earth mother – very much long walks in the fields with her dog, camping and hiking, cleaning her husband’s deer and making venison stew, heating with wood, etc.  Her normal job is as an office manager at a business, but she did taxes on the side.  She’s got to cut everything back because of side effects of the meds, so we won’t be seeing her, this year.  I’m more upset about that than I am about not having someone to do the taxes… because it was always nice to go over and spend some time, just chatting and having a nice time, together.
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Sing Thing.  This week, Lydia and I are starting a singing group.  It’s only eight weeks to performance, which is really good… because it’s a three hour round trip to participate.  I know… that’s a LONG way to go, but it’s to be with friends, and I’m starting to really value people who value us.  I’ll gladly drive that far to be with good people.  So I’m really looking forward to it.
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Dinner Invite.  Speaking of being with friends… someone we care about has moved back to the area after years of being gone.  And I’d like to invite them to dinner.  But it’s been so long since I’ve had anyone over to my house… I don’t know how.  I wouldn’t know what to cook, or what to do when they got here… I’m terrified.  I mean, it was painful having people over for an hour to catch our chicken pox a year ago.  And that wasn’t even for supper!  I don’t know if I can do it.  Trying to think through it, and come to some sense of peace, so that I can do it.  I… have become socially pathetic.  Maybe worse.
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Speaking of Nerves…  We have a field trip coming up, next week.  I’m on edge over it, because it’s at the workplace of a guy I went to high school (500 miles from here)… and I really, really, really don’t want to see him.  Granted, he might not be there, or not be in the part we’re going to tour.  Granted, he might not even recognize me.  But I just… y’know that kid that was just so arrogant and awful and loud and… and… yeah, that.  It’s a good field trip for the kids, and it’ll be very educational, but… wOw, I’m going to be freakin’.
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Krazy Kitten.  I posted a week ago about a feral kitten we caught.  It’s still deeply nuts, but we tried to handle it, and found out that it was injured.  So right now, we’re mostly leaving it to itself until it’s mouth and paws are healed.  It just stares at us, mostly.  But when Brian tried to change the litter the other day, it jumped straight into the air and was HANGING from the top of the cage by it’s paws, like a money.  SO psycho.  And this isn’t a little crate – we bought it for Ellie (boxer/shepherd dog).  I’m starting to think this might be a very long-term project.  ((sigh!))
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Car Fixes!  It’s so exciting.  For the first time in TWO YEARS, my car blinker works!!  And two weeks ago, Brian was trying to de-ice my wiper and ripped that sucker in pieces, and left it… so the past two weeks, that’s kind of been… not so useful.  The handle on the passenger side fell apart last spring – it’s there, but the door is kind of flopping on the inside.  But he’s getting the parts to fix that, now, too!  I’m so thrilled, I can’t tell you.  My car isn’t a piece, it just… had a few issues that needed attention.  How did this all come about?  Well, his battery died in the truck, on Monday, so he borrowed my car, got out of work half-day, and went to the auto store.  While there, he got a wiper and blinker socket and a new battery (Want a laugh?  The dead batter was a *lawn tractor* battery.  WAY too small for a truck.  He bought it with that in it!).  Anyhow, he spent the afternoon making some repairs.  So stuff is good!
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Anyhooo!  So there’s the update.  And even at this, I’m wondering if I should be writing this.  That’s never a good thing…

————— February 17, 2015 —————

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Our subject:  “Floats, but not a Boat!”

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Caterpillar air balloon (Lydia),  Frog’s Lily Pad (Isaac),
Mouse in a tube (Ethan),  Bat on a Bottle in the water (Aaron),
and Dragonfly on a leaf in the river (me)

————— February 16, 2015 —————

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As most people know, I separated from my mother last March.  Yeah, it’s been almost a year.  (((((Almost.))))))  She showed up once in… June, I think?  To apologize for following us 300 miles to Great Wolf Lodge to crash our vacation, but after 40 years of being absolutely controlled, manipulated, lied to, and played by that woman, I was not exactly buying her story that she just *happened* to have reservations at the resort on the exact same MONDAY as we did, especially when it was three days after she came over and saw it on my calendar and didn’t say a thing about going there on the same day.   Yeah. Riiiiiiight.
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I forgave her for upsetting us (whatever), let her apologize to the kids for taking a wrecking ball to our vacation, but… frankly, I didn’t want her shit in my life.  ANY. MORE.  So I ignored phone messages she had Pop leave, and we had a REALLY amazingly wonderful summer/fall/winter.  No stress, no bullshit, no lies, no manipulation, no trouble.  Well… there was the phone message asking us to have pizza with them for T-day that she placed at 6pm that same night.  ((?!?!))  And there was the paper bag of presents left on our deck in a torrential downpour on Christmas Eve that was disintegrated before we found it that we had Brian take back over to their house.  But other than that absolute stupidity, we’d been scot-free and enjoying the peace.
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Then Saturday – Valentine’s Day – Lydia shouts, “Oh, no!  Grams’ van is in our driveway.”  Brian gives me a ‘Shit, what do we do?‘ look.  And I figure that would be MY cue to make a decision.  So I thought I would be kind and let her say ‘Happy V-Day’ to the kids.  I’m not a complete ogre.  And I wasn’t sure if I wanted to try to start things with her again… but it was a chance to see if she had realized she’d done wrong, and would make things right.  So I opened the door and let her in.
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It was a freakin’ disaster from moment. ONE.   First she starts with the pandering, gushing, stupidity stuff.  When nobody responds to that (we don’t want it), she started asking us about what we’d been up to.  We told her about the kitten we rescued from the snow this past week.  OH, well, SHE has a new dog, and we just HAVE to see her dog, because it has a coat and is trained to do tricks and is SO MUCH BETTER than our animals…
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And she doesn’t just go out and get the damn dog from the van.  Noooo, she has to bring in my sister, as well.  My sister, who is umbilically attached to my mother and drives me the HELL out of my mind.  We can’t see the grandparents without my sister (and most times, not without HER kids, which makes me even more angry).  And of course my sister has to use the bathroom SOOOOO bad… which, btw, is code for snooping around, with her.  Whenever my sister is over, she likes to ‘explore’ and look into my stuff.  Grates every nerve that I have.  Sure.  Go.  Whatever.
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We’re five minutes into a visit that I regret with every FIBER of my being.
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She asks about our schooling.  We tell her about the field trip we went on the day before, to see our first opera.  There was a free homeschool production of Benjamin Britton’s “Noah’s Flood” done by Opera Grand Rapids, and I got tickets for our whole family to see it, as we’d never been to a real opera before (and are studying Benjamin Britton’s “Young People’s Guide to the Orchestra” this year).  And immediately both my mom and my sister were all, “OH, well, WE already knew about THAT.  There are posters up all over town and we saw them EVERYWHERE.
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So then she asks what we’re doing, that night.  Well, we don’t really celebrate Valentine’s Day.  We were going to just watch a couple of episodes of ‘Once’… and I explained that we were working our way thru the series, although about halfway through my explanation, I realized that…  My mother reads this blog.  She already knows about our watching ‘Once’.  And sure enough, the next words out of her mouth are, “OH, isn’t that the BEST series?  WE’RE watching it TOO!!!!!  And we’re ahead of you, because we’re manic.  And we know things that are going to happen in the show that YOU don’t!!!
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Dear God:  WHY did you not stop me from opening that door?
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I wanted her gone.  NOW.  N.O.W.  She doesn’t want to go, so she hems and haws and even Pop is trying to get her out of the house, and I’m still tamping everything down and trying not to kick her hiney OUT… GAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
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Okay.  Okay.  So V-day is over, it was a try, it didn’t work… it’s done.  We move on.  Right?   WRONG.  The next morning the phone rings.  I screen all of our calls, because I don’t want to talk to my mother.  So I’m listening to the message being left, and the voice is higher pitched and talking faster than my mom usually does, and I hear the name of my newborn niece in the message.  So I think, “Oh!  It’s my sister-in-law!  She’s calling to invite us to see the baby.”   So I pick up in the middle of the message…?
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AND. IT’S. MY. MOTHER.
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Two days in a row.  Do you think that she would go slowly and carefully, give us breathing room and be respectful of us?  HECK, NO!  What are you thinking???  Don’t be stupid.  You open the door an inch, she’s got a friggin’ bulldozer to blast thru with!   I… don’t want to hear from her.  If it was my brother or his wife about the baby, yes.  And anyhow, it’s their baby… not hers.  Get off my phone line.
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(((Deep Breath.)))  Okay.  I don’t answer the phone for ANYONE, anymore.  Ever.  Now that that’s settled, it probably won’t matter, because maybe she’s got her smothering out of her system, right?  WRONG.
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This morning Brian had to take my car to work.  It’s been so cold here, and his truck wouldn’t start.  No big, I just told him to drive safe, and went back to bed.  And a half an hour later, the phone rings.
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AT SEVEN SOMETHING IN THE FREAKIN’ MORNING.
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Now… my first thought is, “Oh, crap… Brian’s got car troubles.  Or maybe is in a ditch.”  So I scramble out of bed, listening thru our pre-recorded phone message, wishing I’d turned the volume way down on it, because it’s LOUD and please, Lord, don’t wake the kids up…
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AND. IT’S. MY. MOTHER.
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Seven. O’clock.  In the EFFING morning.  She’s leaving a message, pulled me out of a dead sleep, SEVEN O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING…. wait for it …. to tell me what to post and what not to post on my WEBLOG.
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So!  How’s this, Mom?  Like this blog?  Is it right up your alley?  Is this what you want me to write?  Cuz I’m thinking this is exactly what you were asking for.  Seriously, what do you expect?   That your overbearing crap is going to fly?  Really???   The ONLY reason I didn’t call your ass right back and tell you NEVER to freakin’ call my house EVER. AGAIN. is because I would yell and wake my kids up.
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I. Have. Had. ENOUGH.