November 2009 - Posts

• Concreting at the Thrashes

  Posted Nov 24 2009, 07:36 PM by Tim with no comments Filed under: family, working_together, posted_by_tim

• A Few Autumn Photos

  Posted Nov 18 2009, 05:56 PM by Tim with 1 comment(s) Filed under: posted_by_tim

• Flash Dark 's

  I know we have here foFlash Lits but is there such as a Flash Dark ,  have you herd Fash Dark's well if you have  plese  leve  a content thank you !    I think that there myte be sach a there Flash dark's [P] Posted Nov 04 2009, 02:44 PM by Emily with no comments

• Theta and the Book

  "What should I say about you, Theta?  Hey Theta, don't fly!  Do you want to read a book?  Do you?" "Yes, I do," said Theta. "What book do you want to read?" "One about flying." "I want to fly.  Don't you, Theta?  Fluffball!  Oops, she pooped." "Theta wants to write something; she's climbing on  the keybo ard! That's why the spacing looks so funny." "Now she's asking for food; she's licking the Num Lock key with her tongue." "Yum...I think F10 tastes better than Num Lock." "Have you ever heard of a begging bird that can type?" "Now I think I'll try to put on Scroll Lock+33333333333333333336666666666666666" "Did I do all that?  Wow!  Look at me!  I'm a typing birdie!" "Well, it's time for Theta to say goodbye.  She was going to read, remember?  Say goodbye, Theta." "hffffrssgfyp." (Theta walked across the keyboard)  By the way, Theta is  a 8++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ week old cockatiel. "Stop it, Theta, I'm tryna write! Ok, Theta, let's go read.  No, don't fly!  Now you're stretching your wings." "Let's get Tim to take our picture....shall we?" "-----+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ SNBPRTHRHWNWTWRTRPWT B    RR;R;R;R;R;SOSOSOSOS SOS     SAVE  OUR  SHIP! what ship?" Posted Nov 04 2009, 12:49 PM by Suzi with 2 comment(s)

• Memories

  Here is a poem that I wrote a while ago.  It depicts an early morning walk Dad and I shared while we were vacationing at Sandbridge Beach one year.    A September Sunrise A man and lass from cottage steal, While the shroud of twilight lingers, And o’er the moonlit sands of pearl Their footprints yet imbedded lie, ‘Till foaming waves like a kitten laps them. As seagulls wake from eventide, The air grows full of lonely cries; Footprints cease—the twain have paused, And over restless wave and dark, Their wand’ring eyes the sunrise seek. The father points—they strain to see, A faint red glow peeks above the horizon, And while they watch, the growing light, From pale, to pink, to salmon brightens, The sun has ris’n triumphantly, O’er sky and land and man and sea!                                          ~Emily Hynes      "From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the Lord's name is to be praised." (Psalm 113:3) "Thou wilt show me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures forevermore." (Psalm 16:11) "Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights." (James 1:17) Posted Nov 03 2009, 03:55 PM by Emily with no comments Filed under: poetry