Me at work today . . .

I could relate to this little guy today at the office. (Except he's way cuter!) It was a L-O-N-G day!!! I think I even drooled on my laptop! Not really, but it was hard trying to stay awake all day.

Hotel Mike Mike Mike . . .

Mike yankee bravo lima oscar golf sierra alpha bravo Oscar uniform tango tango hotel echo Charlie India victor India Lima whiskey alpha Romeo Mike uniform sierra tango Romeo echo alpha lima lima yankee sierra uniform Charlie kilo bravo echo Charlie alpha uniform sierra echo november Oscar bravo oscar delta yankee echo victor echo Romeo Charlie Oscar Mike Mike echo november tango sierra Oscar november tango hotel echo Mike. India Mike Juliet uniform sierra tango alpha lima India tango tango lima echo papa uniform zulu zulu lima echo delta, bravo echo Charlie alpha uniform sierra echo India tango hotel India November kilo tango hotel echo yankee alpha Romeo echo sierra Oscar delta alpha Romed November echo delta India November tango echo Romeo echo sierra tango India November golf.

Quebec uniform India tango echo Quebec uniform echo echo Romeo! 

WHISKEY HOTEL ALPHA TANGO ECHO VICTOR ECHO ROMEO!!!!

(Sierra India golf hotel!)

[NOTE:  This post should not be taken seriously!  I was just in a weird mood and was clowning around with the NATO phonetic alphabet.  I know my enthusiasm for Lincoln and the CW is not shared by everyone.  Comments really aren't necessary!]

A Mystery From History: Why Was He Spared?

After Kristi graduated from high school (15 years ago!!!), she began exploring her passion for musical theatre.  She was in several high school productions (video to follow in the future!!!), some work at CSLB, and some community theatre (Golden West and OCC).  At OCC she was in Stephen Sondheim's Assassins, probably one of the darkest but most fascinating shows in American musical theatre.

Anyway, last night as I was looking through my book of Civil War newspaper articles, I came across this amazing story out of the April 28, 1861 edition of The Atlanta Journal-Constitution (only 16 days after the War began).

John Wilkes Booth

Actor John Wilkes Booth

Stabbed But Recovers

ALBANY, N.Y. -- Mr. John Wilkes Booth, the Shakespearean actor, is recovering from face wounds suffered at the hands of an actress here Thursday night.

Miss Henrietta Irving, who has been appearing at the Gayety Theatre, as has Mr. Booth, rushed into his room at Stanwix Hall and cut his face with a dirk.  She then stabbed herself, but not fatally.

According to one account, the cause stems from unreturned affection.

This is the third time in a few months that Mr. Booth has narrowly escaped death. He was wounded in an accidental shooting while appearing in Columbus, GA, last fall and injured on stage by a dagger here in February.

______________________

Oddly, this scary, world-changing man came close to "being removed" from the flow of history. But he wasn't.  Unfortunately, he was convinced that the thing for which he is remembered was "doing God's work."  Two quotes of his certainly make your adrenalin level escalate:

"This country was formed for the white not for the black man.  And looking upon African slavery from the same stand-point, as held by those noble framers of our Constitution, I for one, have ever considered it, one of the greatest blessings (both for themselves and us) that God ever bestowed upon a favored nation."  (November 1864, in a letter to his brother-in-law.)

Regarding his assassination of President Lincoln:  "Our country owed all her troubles to him, and God simply made me the instrument of his punishment."

Isn't that bizarre?  That's just one more of the crazy realities of life that fill us with questions like "Why?" and "What was God thinking in allowing this to happen?"

Well, that's just one more reason why I've appreciated reading William Young's THE SHACK.  It helps on the perspective of nasty junk like that.

(This really didn't start out as another SHACK commercial!  Honest!)

Okay, Stacey...Get Writing!

I noticed on Heidi's blog that Stacey Accetta had joined BlogWorld.  I thought, "This is cool," so I clicked her link.  EMPTY.  Lovely picture of the family, the links are all set up, but NO POSTS!  I guess it's like building a house and getting the walls painted and the carpet laid.  Ok, Stacey...everything's ready.  We want words.  Ideas.  Ranting.  Rambling.  Opinions.

I'm (we're) holding my (our) breath!  [Hmmmmm...Maybe we shouldn't hold our breath.  I just checked your profile and discovered that your blog has been in existence since FEBRUARY!!!!!  What's up with that!?!?]

By the way, RONI KOBEL, you're way overdue for a nice long blog post, too!  (Even a short one would be nice.)

Jesus Loves Me

I found this simple but stunning little picture online this morning.  It just spoke to me for some reason...primarily that we are God's children and that He loves "little ones" through Jesus.  To quote Laurel Baker's favorite songwriter, "I am loved.  You are loved."

Yuck! Poohey! Blech!

American Idol stinks.

No ZZZzzzs 4 Me

FYI . . . It's 3:30 a.m. and I'm on the sofa in our suite here at the retreat.  After about a 30 minute crescendo of snoring, I left the room.  

I won't name my roommate, but it rhymes with schmoos schempelton.