A Pair of Bartletts

What Pets Write In Their Diary

I got this in an email and had a great laugh out of it. Since we are animal lovers, especially of our dog and two cats, this was especially funny. One cat is very happy go lucky, and more like a dog than a cat. The other cat (Mocha), on the other hand, is a long haired beauty queen princess who has little time or concern for the other "peasants" who live in her midst (namely, Buddy the dog and Moxie, the other cat). This little diary that I got in an email describes the relationship between Mocha and the other peasant animals quite well.

I hope you get a laugh out of it too!

Excerpts from Buddy Bartlett's Diary:
 

 

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from Mocha (THE Princess') Diary:

 

Day 983 of my captivity...

 
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

 

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about

what a 'good little hunter' I am. IMBECILES.

 

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

 

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

 

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

 

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................

(from a post done in 2009--I was reminded of it today and had to "re-share!)

 

 

Can You Smell The Pumpkin Pie?

What are you doing to get ready for the Fall season?

^{I Chronicles 16:8} 

Give thanks to the LORD, call on his name; 

       make known among the nations what he has done.

 

 

     

 
   

  

Memory Monday--I Corinthians 2:9-10

Isn't it amazing and mind boggling to ponder "what God has prepared for those who love Him"?  To try and grasp in my mind, to try and ascertain everything that encompasses....well, friend, it's almost incomprehensible.  But so is our God!  

For more about Memory Monday, please take a minute and visit my sweet friend Joanne Heim at The Simple Wife.  You will be blessed!

  

Being Still

 

Enjoying a quiet afternoon on a great Lord's day.  Dim candle light and some really good music is my favorite, even better in a comfy chair in my new "quiet corner" in our bedroom.  I'm actually listening to the playlist on this page and really enjoying the words of each song.  And yes, as the picture denotes, I was pleasantly surprised recently to find that Yankee is now producing a lovely "Bartlett" Pear scent (found it at Kohl's) ....it obviously had my name written all over it....no pun intended!

How do you get still before the Lord?

 

Forget Not The Fallen

 REVELATION 21:4-5

And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.”  Then He who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.”

Maybe If I Pull Out the Towels, It Will Be Here Faster

 

Be Thou My Vision

My family is in the midst of cancer...the "C" word.  My precious sister-in-love has had surgery and is in the midst of 6 months of chemo post op.  I don't like cancer.  I want cancer to go away from our lives...far far away from our lives.  But I know that for now, it's here and all that God wants us to do it lean on Him.  He wants to provide grace all sufficient to us.  He wants us to experience new mercies every morning.  And He is good....and He has given us new mercy in abundance.

Today as I made last minute preparations to leave at 5am with my Mom to go and travel north to be with and care for my sister in love, I could not help but think of the verses of the song "Be Thou My Vision".  You see, one of my nephews has been singing this song to the Lord since about age 2.  He's 5 now and still loves it.  I can't wait to get there and see if he will sing it for me....I love to hear him praise the Lord!

Please pray for our family over the next few days as we take care of my sweet sister.  Pray for grace, strength and peace for her.  And if you think about this song, think of my sweet little 5 year old nephew singing this to the top of his lungs!  Maybe I can get video of it....he'll bless your socks off!

Ancient Irish hymn, possibly from the 8th Century, tr. by Mary E. Byrne

 Be Thou My Vision

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart; Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art. Thou my best thought, by day or by night, Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light. 2. Be Thou my Wisdom, Thou my true Word; I ever with Thee, Thou with me, Lord; Thou my great Father, I thy true son; Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

3. Be Thou my battle-shield, sword for my fight, Be Thou my dignity, Thou my delight. Thou my soul's shelter, Thou my high tower. Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power. 4. Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise, Thou mine inheritance, now and always: Thou and Thou only, first in my heart, High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

5. High King of heaven, my victory won, May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heav'ns Son! Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my vision, O ruler of all.