A Hero's Cape

G.I. Joes, Operation, a sword, and a Walkie Talkie lay abandoned amidst the mounds of crumpled wrapping paper, twinkling with the reflection of the Christmas tree lights. Even the sweet scent of baking cinnamon rolls couldn’t divert Brandon’s attention from the Superman cape he opened in his last present. Had she known how difficult it would be to get the red cape off of his back for even a washing, his mother may have rethought the gift. But as his eyes shined with delight, she gave in to his begging and smoothed the soft felt cape around his narrow shoulders, still covered in Snoopy pajamas.
Her little superhero and his cape built forts, set up traps to trip his older brother, and even tied his best friend to a yellow, Big Bird chair trying to find out enemy secrets. One day, while washing the front window, his mother heard an ear-splitting scream followed immediately by a chubby little girl, with her roly-poly legs bouncing her across the window. Her Barbie backpack pounded against her back and her blonde pigtails did jumping jacks as she sprinted from the unidentified chaser.
It didn’t take long for the telling cape to make its appearance in hot pursuit of today’s enemy. As she looked closer, in his out-stretched arm she saw the silver glint of his plastic knife. Knowing the little girl would have seen this as a real threat, she threw down the soapy rag and stormed outside, screaming for superman to stop.
Chin lowered, he shuffled his way back to his mother’s side, while being chastised for chasing the innocent little girl. “But mom,” he stammered, as big droplets of tears formed in the corners of his chocolate eyes, “Yesterday, she cried as she passed the neighbor’s house because of the barking dog, so I followed her today to protect her.” Sometimes, even heroes in a cape are misunderstood.

Tired

So...I'm back in school. Round #3. Am I crazy or what? This is only my second week of classes, and I'm already really tired! Last semester I had a ball. Loved my classes and it was still new and "fun." Now...reality has come pouring down and I'm tired. Did I say I was tired? If everything works out correctly...I will be done in December...so that rocks! Then on to round #4...or maybe not. :-)

Papers, more papers, exams, books to read, and presentations to give...I better get back to it!

My Rant

It’s my blog, I can rant if I want to. I am embarrassed and ashamed of how Americans have treated George W. Bush, not only for the last four years, but especially for the treatment at Obama’s inauguration. And I won’t even discuss defacing of a monument. Perhaps people need to take a lesson from their six year old child who is learning the benefits of good sportsmanship at his t-ball game. 43 was our PRESIDENT. If anyone thinks they knew a fraction of what that man did about our safety and state of country, then you should go work for the NY Times. I want to thank the man who RESPECTED the position he was given and the office he held, and made the tough decisions to keep us safe, while darts were thrown at his back. When our new President said it is “Time to set aside childish things,” I’m sure he was talking about the behavior of those in front of him.

1 Timothy 2:1-4 (New International Version)
1I urge, then, first of all, that requests, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for everyone— 2for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness. 3This is good, and pleases God our Savior, 4who wants all men to be saved and to come to a knowledge of the truth.