I Dreamed I Was In Heaven

I Had A Dream Last Night

I dreamed I was in heaven

Where an angel kept God's book.

He was writing so intently

I just had to take a look. 

It was not, at first, his writing

That made me stop and think

But the fluid in the bottle

That was marked eternal ink. 

This ink was most amazing,

Dark black upon his blotter

But as it touched the parchment

It became as clear as water. 

The angel kept on writing,

But as quickly as a wink

The words were disappearing

With that strange eternal ink. 

The angel took no notice,

But kept writing on and on.

He turned each page and filled it

Till all its space was gone. 

I thought he wrote to no avail,

His efforts were so vain

For he wrote a thousand pages

That he'd never read again. 

And as I watched and wondered that

This awesome sight was mine,

I actually saw a word stay black

As it dried upon the line. 

The angel wrote and I thought I saw

A look of satisfaction.

At last he had some print to show

For all his earnest action. 

A line or two dried dark and stayed

As black as black can be,

But strangely the next paragraph

Became invisible to see. 

The book was getting fuller,

The angel's records true,

But most of it was blank, with

Just a few words coming through. 

I knew there was some reason,

But as hard as I could think,

I couldn't grasp the significance

Of that eternal ink. 

The mystery burned within me,

And I finally dared to ask

The angel to explain to me

Of his amazing task. 

And what I heard was frightful

As the angel turned his head.

He looked directly at me,

And this is what he said...

I know you stand and wonder

At what my writing's worth

But God has told me to record

The lives of those on earth. 

The book that I am filling

Is an accurate account

Of every word and action

And to what they do amount. 

And since you have been watching

I must tell you what is true;

The details of my journal

Are the strict accounts of YOU. 

The Lord asked me to watch you

As each day you worked and played.

I saw you as you went to church,

I saw you as you prayed. 

But I was told to document

Your life through all the week.

I wrote when you were proud and bold,

I wrote when you were meek. 

I recorded all your attitudes

Whether they were good or bad.

I was sorry that I had to write

The things that make God sad. 

So now I'll tell the wonder

Of this eternal ink,

For the reason for its mystery

Should make you stop and think. 

This ink that God created

To help me keep my journal

Will only keep a record of

Things that are eternal. 

So much of life is wasted

On things that matter not

So instead of my erasing,

Smudging ink and ugly blot. 

I just keep writing faithfully and

Let the ink do all the rest

For it is able to decide

What's useless and what's best. 

And God ordained that as I write

Of all you do and say

Your deeds that count for nothing

Will just disappear away. 

When books are opened someday,

As sure as heaven is true;

The Lord's eternal ink will tell

What mattered most to you. 

If you just lived to please yourself

The pages will be bare,

And God will issue no reward

For you when you get there. 

In fact, you'll be embarrassed,

You will hang your head in shame

Because you did not give yourself

In love to Jesus' Name. 

Yet maybe there will be a few

Recorded lines that stayed

That showed the times you truly cared,

Sincerely loved and prayed. 

But you will always wonder

As you enter heaven's door

How much more glad you would have been

If only you'd done more. 

For I record as God sees,

I don't stop to even think

Because the truth is written

With God's eternal ink. 

When I heard the angel's story

I fell down and wept and cried

For as yet I still was dreaming

I hadn't really died. 

And I said: O angel tell the Lord

That soon as I awake

I'll live my life for Jesus-

I'll do all for His dear sake. 

I'll give in full surrender;

I'll do all He wants me to;

I'll turn my back on self and sin

And whatever isn't true. 

And though the way seems long and rough

I promise to endure.

I'm determined to pursue the things

That are holy, clean and pure. 

With Jesus as my helper,

I will win lost souls to Thee,

For I know that they will live with Christ

For all eternity. 

And that's what really matters

When my life on earth is gone

That I will stand before the Lord

And hear Him say, "Well done." 

For is it really worth it

As my life lies at the brink?

And I realize that God keeps books

With His eternal ink. 

Should all my life be focused

On things that turn to dust?

From this point on I'll serve the Lord;

I can, I will, I must! 

I will NOT send blank pages

Up to God's majestic throne

For where that record's going now

Is my eternal home. 

I'm giving all to Jesus

I now have seen the link

For I saw an angel write my life

With God's eternal ink. 

(Author Unknown)

Please God, I'm Only 17

PLEASE GOD, I'M ONLY 17

The day I died was an ordinary school day.

How I wish I had taken the bus. But I was too

Cool for the bus. I remember how I wheedled

The car out of Mom. "Special favor," I pleaded.

"All the kids drive."

When the 2:50 bell rang, I threw all my books

In the locker. I was free until 8:40 tomorrow

Morning! I ran to the parking lot, excited at the

Thought of driving a car and being my own boss.

Free!

It doesn't matter how the accident happened.

I was goofing off -- going too fast -- taking

Crazy chances. But I was enjoying my

Freedom and having fun. The last thing I

Remember was passing an old lady who

Seemed to be going awfully slow. I heard the

Deafening crash and felt a terrible jolt.

Glass and steel flew everywhere. My whole

Body seemed to be turning inside out. I heard

Myself scream.

Suddenly I awakened; it was very quiet. A police

Officer was standing over me. Then I saw a

Doctor. My body was mangled. I was saturated

With blood. Pieces of jagged glass were sticking

Out all over. Strange that I couldn't feel anything.

Hey, don't pull that sheet over my head! I can't

Be dead. I'm only 17. I've got a date tonight. I'm

Supposed to grow up and have a wonderful life.

I haven't lived yet. I can't be dead!

Later I was placed in a drawer. My folks had to

Identify me. Why did they have to see me like this?

Why did I have to look at Mom's eyes when she

Faced the most terrible ordeal of her life? Dad

Suddenly looked like an old man. He told the man

In charge, "Yes, he is my son."

The funeral was a weird experience. I saw all my

Relatives and friends walk toward the casket.

They passed by, one by one, and looked at me with

The saddest eyes I've ever seen. Some of my buddies

Were crying. A few of the girls touched my hand

And sobbed as they walked away.

Please -- somebody -- wake me up! Get me out

Of here! I can't bear to see my mom and dad so

Broken up. My grandparents are so racked with

Grief they can hardly walk. My brothers and

Sisters are like zombies. They move like robots.

In a daze, everybody. No one can believe this.

And I can't believe it, either.

Please don't bury me! I'm not dead! I have a lot of

Living to do! I want to laugh and run again. I want

To sing and dance. Please don't put me in the

Ground. I promise if you give me one more chance,

God, I'll be the most careful driver in the whole

World. All I want is one more chance!

Please, God, I'm only 17

A Dog Named "Sex"

A Dog Named Sex

Everybody I know who has a dog 

Usually calls him "Rover" or "Boy."

I call mine "Sex." Now, Sex has been

Very embarrassing to me. 

When I went to the City Hall to renew

His dog license, I told the clerk that I

Would like a license for Sex. He said,

"I'd like to have one too." Then I said,

"You don't understand. I've had Sex

Since I was nine years old." He said,

"You must have been quite a kid!" 

When I got married and went on my

Honeymoon, I took the dog with me.

I told the hotel clerk that I wanted a

Room for my wife and me, and a special

Room for Sex. He said, "Every room in

The place is for sex." I said, "You don't

Understand. Sex keeps me awake at

Night." The clerk said, "Me too." 

One day I entered Sex in a contest,

But before the competition began, the

Dog ran away. Another contestant

Asked me why I was just looking around.

I told him I had planned to have Sex in the

Contest. He told me that I should have

Sold tickets. "But you don't understand,"

I said, "I had hoped to have Sex on T.V."

He called me a show-off. 

When my wife and I separated, we went

To court to fight for custody of the dog.

I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I

Was married." The judge said, "Me too."

Then I told him that after I was married,

Sex left me. He said, "Me too." 

Last night Sex ran off again. I spent

Hours looking around town for him. A

Cop came over to me and asked, "What

Are you doing in the alley at 4 o'clock in

The morning?" I said, "I'm looking for Sex." 

My case comes up Friday.

Special Friend

I wanted to share something that I came across the other day.  This is a writing a friend of mine wrote herself dedicated to me.  She wrote this back on January 6, 1991.  I was a Senior in High School and graduated in '91.  I came up with the idea of creating a notebook where I had family and friends autograph to wish me luck in my future endeavors. I have tons of friends and family who signed this book. I actually looked through the book and came across this and decided I would share this.  This blog is dedicated to my dearest friend from high school, Denise (Graybill) Gutierrez!  You were my "Cupcakes" and I was your "Sweetcakes"!

"SPECIAL FRIEND"

I have this "Special Friend"

Who is very sweet and kind.

He can brighten anyone's day,

And has enough love to fulfill

Your heart and soul.

He is always there,

Even when I treat him bad.

He never goes away.

I can always count on him

To be there for me

Night or day,

For he always show me the way.

He doesn't ask questions,

He just listens and is there.

He can always make me happy,

How? I don't know.

For he has that magic touch

That flows through and glows.

No one could mess up

The friendship we have.

It is special and true.

If we ever part,

I'll still remember

Always in my heart:

"My Special Friend"

written by:

Denise Graybill

(aka Niecey)

1-6-91 Dedicated to:

Adam K Buchanan

Texas Rangers Top 40 Countdown

Texas Rangers Top 40 Countdown

Logos will be in order followed by the years in use.

1971-1980

40 - Benji Molina hits for a cycle. July 10, 2010

39 - Bill Stein's 7 consecutive pinch hits.
       May 25, 1981 

38 - Rafael Palmeiro's HR beats Roger Clemens
       and Red Sox. April 30, 1989

37 - Toby Harrah & Bump Wills hit back-
       2-back in-the-park HR. August 22, 1977

36 - Gary Matthews Jr.'s incredible catch.
       July 1, 2006

35 - Julio Franco wins All-Star Game MVP.
       July 10, 1990

34 - Rangers score 30 runs at Baltimore.
       August 22, 2007

33 - Larry Parrish beats Yankees with 3 HR's.
       April 29, 1985

32 - Brad Corbett becomes Rangers first local
       owner. May 29, 1974

31 - Adrian Beltre's 3 HRs in ALDS Game 4 beats
       Rays. October 4, 2011

1981-1983

30 - Hank Blalock's HR wins the All- Star game
       for the American League. July 15, 2003

29 - Nolan Ryan Group wins ownership of Rangers
       in auction.  August 5, 2010

28 - Josh Hamilton hits 28 HRs in first round of
       Home Run Derby. July 16, 2008

27 - Michael Young wins All-Star MVP in
       Pittsburgh.  July 11, 2006

26 - Rangers trade for Josh Hamilton. December 21,
       2007

25 - Billy Martin leads team to 2nd place finish in
       A.L. West. 1974

24 - Rangers win 94 games under Billy Hunter. 1977

23 - Richie Zisk hits walk-off HR on opening day vs.
       Yankees. April 8, 1978

22 - Geno Petralli & Ruben Sierra HR's beat
       Roger Clemens and Red Sox. August 25, 1986

21 - Nolan Ryan's 6th No-Hitter. June 11, 1990

1984-1993

20 - George Bush investment team buys Rangers.
       March 17, 1989

19 - Mark Teixeira traded for Neftali Feliz, Elvis
       Andrus, Matt Harrison and Jared
       Saltalamacchia. July 31, 2007

18 - Rangers beat Yankees in first-ever play-off
       game. October 1, 1996

17 - Cliff Lee beats Rays in game 5 of ALDS.
       October 12, 2010

16 - Derek Holland Gem vs. St. Luis Cardinals
       in game 4 of World Series. October 12, 2010

15 - Opening of the Ballpark in Arlington.
       April 11, 1994

14 - Announcement made to build new ballpark.
       October 24, 1990

13 - David Clyde (18 ys old) makes Major League
       debut. June 27, 1973

12 - Nolan Ryan's 5,000th strike out.
       August 22, 1989

11 - Nolan Ryan's 7th No-Hitter. May 1, 1991

1994-1997

10 - Rangers first-ever game in Arlington.
       April 21, 1972

 9 - Rangers first road win in the World Series.
      October 20, 2011

 8 - Rangers beat St. Luis Cardinals to take a
      3-2 lead in World Series.  October 24, 2011

7 - Josh Hamilton hits 4 HR's at Baltimore
     Orioles. May 8, 2012

 6 - First World Series game played in Arlington.
      October 30, 2010

1998-2002

 5 - Kenny Rogers Perfect Game. July 28, 1994

 4 - Nelson Cruz Walk-Off Grand Slam beats
      Detroit Tigers. October 10, 2011

 3 - Mayer Tom Vandergriff announces Rangers
      coming to Arlington. September 23, 1971

 2 - Rangers beat Detroit Tigers to win 2nd Pennant.
      October 15, 2011

 1 - Rangers beat Yankees to win 1st Pennant.
      October 22, 2010

2003-Present

Two Nuts

On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, 

Old pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence.

One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts 

And sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began

Dividing the nuts.  "One for me, 

One for you.  One for me," said one boy.

Several dropped and rolled down toward

The fence.  Another boy came riding along the

Road on his bicycle.

As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery.

He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard,

"One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me."

He just knew what it was.

He jumped back on his bike and rode  off.

Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along.

"Come here quick," said the boy, "you won't believe what I heard!

Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls."

The man said, "Beat it kid, can't you see it's hard for me to walk."

When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled to the cemetery.

Standing by the fence they heard, "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me..."

The old man whispered, "Boy, you've been tellin' the truth. Let's see if we can see the Lord."

Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything.

The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence

Tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.

At last they heard, "One for you, one for me. That's all.

Now let's go get those nuts by the fence and we'll be done."

They say the old man made it back to town

a full 5 minutes ahead of the boy on the bike.

Jack Of All Trades... Master Of One

My first job was working in an Orange Factory,

But I got canned. Couldn't concentrate.

Then I worked in the woods as a Lumberjack,

But just couldn't hack it,

So they gave me the axe.

After that, I tried being a Tailor,

But wasn't suited for it -- 

Mainly because it was a sew-sew job.

Next, I tried working in a Muffler Factory,

But it was too exhausting.

Then, tried being a Chef,

Figured it would add a little spice to my life,

But just didn't have the thyme.

Next, I attempted being a Deli Worker,

But any way I sliced it...

Couldn't cut the mustard.

My best job was a Musician,

But eventually found I wasn't noteworthy.

I studied a long time to become a Doctor,

But didn't have any patience.

Next, was a job in a Shoe Factory,

Tried hard but just didn't fit in.

I became a Professional Fisherman,

But discovered I couldn't live on my net income.

Managed to get a good job working for a 

Pool Maintenance Company,

But the work was just too draining.

So then I got a job in a Workout Center,

But the said I wasn't fit for the job.

After many years of trying to find steady work,

I finally got a job as a Historian

Until I realized there was no future in it.

My last job was working in Starbucks,

But had to quit because it was the same old grind.

So, I tried RETIREMENT

And I found I'm perfect for the job!

Crabby Old Man

 

 

When an old man died in the geriatric ward 

of a nursing home in GRASS VALLEY, CA.

It was believed that he had nothing left of any

value.

 

Later, when the nurses were going through

his meager possessions, they found this poem.

Its quality and content so impressed the staff

that copies were made and distributed to every

 nurse in the home.

 

One nurse took her copy to Missouri.

 

The old man's sole bequest to posterity has

since appeared in the Christmas edition of

The News Magazine of the St. Louis Association

for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also

been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

 

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to 

the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous'

poem winging across the Internet.

 

 

Crabby Old Man...

 

What do you see nurses?

What do you see?

What are you thinking

When you're looking at me?

A crabby old man

Not very wise,

Uncertain of habit

With faraway eyes?

 

Who dribbles his food

And makes no reply.

When you say in a loud voice

'I do wish you'd try!'

Who seems not to notice

The things that you do.

And forever is losing

A sock or shoe?

 

Who, resisting or not

Lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding

The long day to fill?

Is that what you're thinking?

Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse

You're not looking at me.

 

I'll tell you who I am.

As I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding,

As I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of Ten

With a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters

Who love one another.

 

A young boy of Sixteen

With wings on his feet.

Dreaming that soon now

A lover he'll meet.

A groom soon at Twenty

My heart gives a leap.

Remembering, the vows

That I promised to keep.

 

At Twenty-Five, now

I have young of my own.

Who need me to guide

And a secure happy home.

A man of Thirty

My young now grown fast,

Bound to each other

With ties that should last.

 

At Forty, my young sons

Have grown and are gone,

But my woman's beside me

To see I don't mourn.

At Fifty, once more,

Babies play 'round my knee,

Again, we know children

My loved one and me.

 

Dark days are upon me

My wife is now dead.

I look at the future

Shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing

Young of their own.

And I think of the years

And the love that I've known.

 

I'm now an old man

And nature is cruel.

Tis jest to make old age

Look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles

Grace and vigor, depart.

There is now a stone

Where I once had a heart.

 

But inside this old carcass

A young guy still dwells,

And now and again

My battered heart swells.

I remember the joys

I remember the pain.

And I'm loving and living

Life over again.

 

I think of the years, all too few

Gone too fast.

And accept the stark fact

That nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people

Open and see.

Not a crabby old man

Look closer...

See ME!!

 

 

Remember this poem when you next meet an older

person who you might brush aside, Without looking 

at the young soul within.

 

We will ALL, one day, be there, too!

 

 

The best and most beautiful things of this world 

can't be seen or touched.  They must be felt by

the heart

Daddy's Poem...

Her hair was up in a ponytail, Her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, And she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her, That she probably should stay home ; Why the kids might not understand, If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; She knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates Of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried, For her to face this day alone. And that was why, once again, She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school , Eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees, a dad Who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in Back, for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, Anxious in their seat.

One by one the teacher called On a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name, Every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, A man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?" She heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one," Another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back, She heard a daddy say, "Looks like another deadbeat dad, Too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her, As she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher, who Told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back, Slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, Came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here, Because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, Since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know All about my daddy, And how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories, He taught me to ride my bike; He surprised me with pink roses, And taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes, And ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone.

'Cause my daddy's always with me, Even though we are apart; I know because he told me, He'll forever be in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached up, And lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, Beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere there in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love Of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, Doing what was a right.

And when she dropped her hand back Down, staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, But its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here, But heaven's just too far.

You see he is an American Soldier And he died just this past year,, When a roadside bomb hit his convoy And taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away." And then she closed her eyes, And saw him there that day.

And to her mother's amazement, She witnessed with surprise, A room full of daddies and children, All starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them; Who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, They saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy," To the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, Of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it, For each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for A moment, by the love of her shining star. And given the gift of believing, That heaven is never too far.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

Send this to the people you'll never forget and remember to send it also to the person that sent it to you.

It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them.

If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're in a hurry and that you've forgotten your friends.

Take the time...to live and love.

Until eternity..

God Bless

There must be many children in the same boat as this little girl, thanks to our servicemen and their families for the sacrifice they are making to keep our country Free.

The ULTIMATE sacrifice is being left behind.

Don't forget them.