Tuesday, January 04, 2005

 

Wee bee

Bird has a bumblebee tattoed on an ankle. The wee bee, like most problems in the heat of the moment, seems a little bit bigger than life size.

Don't misunderstand. The inky dinky bee did cause a big problem, a real one. But the storm has passed -- with a fair amount of work on both our parts.

The secrecy and deception explains a lot of recent attitude and behavior on Bird's part.

Bird will hear one more message from me regarding this, unless she reads it here first. There is a law of the universe involved.

Stick a potato in the tail pipe of a car. If it's tight enough, it will cause the car to run poorly, fumes will back up throughout the system, and the car, and its occupants, will get sick.

Get constipated. Your body will suffer. You will get physically sick.

Stop praying. That is, let your own sin keep you from going into God's presence. Your spiritual life will suffer mightily. You will get spiritually sick.

Keep a secret. Lie to keep it hidden. Your relationship with yourself, and with others, especially those from whom the secret is hidden, will suffer. You will get emotionally sick, and it will affect everything else about who you are and how others perceive you.

That ain't really preachin'. It's just the truth, as experienced by the Erudite Redneck. Bird is learnin' it the hard way. But she seems to be learnin' it.

--ER

Comments:
You shoulda called this one "The Bird and The Bee." After all, you are indeed teaching the facts of life. Good for you!
 
Trixie is right about the birds and
bees. and that little bee stung you
and bird. I am glad to hear you are
talking it thur..very wise words you
had to say..
 
You always did expect more out of others than you did yourself.
 
Untrue. (And somewhat unkind). I expect a lot of myself, as well as a lot of others. No one is harder on me than I am on myself. And this attempt at insult is trifling compared to my own self-examination and occasional self-condemnation.
 
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