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Please understand that I consider James to a great friend and love him as a brother. Just thought it would be important to begin there. If you haven't read the adventures of James lately, stop by and see his post for Jan. 16 here.

So while James is saving his neighborhood from ferocious beasts I couldn't help but think about the time I was called upon to save my family from a series of disasters that occured one summer. I felt chills reading of James's exploits as it reminded me of the impending danger we faced from a terric fire that burned outside of our home. My parents were trapped within the home and had no method of getting out. I knew from the insane barking of our dog that fear had taken ahold of all of them. A lot of time we think we can play the hero when faced with danger but the sight of the flames gripped me with great fear. Maybe it was the thought of my parents gasping for air as the flames grew higher. Maybe it was the soon to be desperate whining of my beloved pet dealing with the terror as only animals can. But either way something inside of me finally snapped. I rushed towards the flames with only one thought "I have to save them--no matter what". Somehow the image is still caught in my mind. Maybe the flames themselves possessed some dim form of intelligence--it was as if the sight of body flashing toward them created a pause in their relentless destruction. Then without further thought I hurled myself into the middle of the danger. Rolling on the ground and kicking up dirt to protect myself I vanquished the flames and saved my family. never again would that smouldering damp match threaten those whom I cherished.

Of course it was less than a week later that I was again called upon to defend my loved ones from an invasion of aliens. Few nine year olds have their mettle tested as mine was that summer. The burn scars were barely healed when I was again plucked into the path of danger from the road of serenity. I will never forget the grave, yet uplifting words of my father as I drove back the Alien Horde from the land that his tears and sweat had purchased. "Turn off the flashilight, quit yelling at the neighbors, get out from under the car and go to bed. It's 11:30." wow. It's 11:30. that has always stuck with me. Once again our neighborhood could breath easily.
posted by Darol at 9:42 AM

 
I won't bother to talk about my lack of posting. I will talk about the lack of really good cards--birthday, holiday, joy to the world types of things. The current crop of cards is ridiculously poor. It began with trying to find a card for my sister's birtherday. Not only were there none for her that made any sense (I find two page long, premade dialogue to be an ill fit) but there weren't any period. I am at a Walmart--which by default means if they don't have it nobody has it--the day after Christmas and there are no cards for sister (or as my mom found out later....daughter) birthdays. However you will be comforted to know that the Valentine and St. Patrick's Day cards were already neatly packaged and busheled for delivery to the people. WHAT?!?!? I guess it's never too early to pinch somebody for not wearing the appropriate color. I think we should have greeting card days where you get to punch a hallmark representative if they put out stupid cards.
Then we come to the issue of finding a card for an occasion that you want to be just right. Not too mushy yet not so boring that a coma results from reading the inscription on the cover. Maybe just some blank cards where a person can at least write the way he/she wants to. NOPE. Oh you can find cards to celebrate ARBOR day (which really has sick irony to it from the perspective of the trees. "hey just wanted to say we love trees-----by killing them to make this card to say we love them.) You can even find a card to celebrate the first time you fly a kite in a rain storm and don't get called Benjamin Franklin by gang members who blow up rubber trees to protest the effects of NAFTA (well I mean you probably could find one for that). But try to find a card that you would like to give someone that might have any meaning whatsoever and you are out of luck. It's like Hallmark bought the Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy program and just keeps printing passages out of it. Sad really. Roll them credits.


posted by Darol at 1:37 PM