(Meme) Sunday's in Bed With.... #17

I was just about to get ready for bed when I realized I had to do a Sundays In Bed With.... post. 

The awesome blogger behind this is Kate from Midnight Book Girl   not only is she an awesome blogger but she is was one of my roommates for BEA. YAY!!
Midnight Book Girl

Sundays In Bed With....is a meme I've started to share the book we're spending the morning in bed with, or the one we'd like to stay curled up in bed with all Sunday if only our busy lives would allow! For fun, take a picture of the book in your bed, or simply write up a post or comment below sharing your Sundays in Bed With book. Quoted from Kate's blog
I am happy to report that I was able to spend some time in bed with this, this morning:

I was able to get in some reading this morning since we didn't have hockey. Michael is in the Evaluation stage now and has had two days under his belt and they have rearranged the players so now we don't play until Wednesday night.

Hope your having a good long weekend and that you manage to find some time read this week. Its hard to believe that this is the last long weekend of the summer. Where did the time go?

"The War Prayer" by Mark Twain, Read by Cindy Sheehan

It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spread of roofs and balconies a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings listened, panting, to patriot oratory which stirred the deepest deeps of their hearts, and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in the churches the pastors preached devotion to flag and country, and invoked the God of Battles beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpourings of fervid eloquence which moved every listener. It was indeed a glad and gracious time, and the half dozen rash spirits that ventured to disapprove of the war and cast a doubt upon its righteousness straightway got such a stern and angry warning that for their personal safety's sake they quickly shrank out of sight and offended no more in that way.

Sunday morning came -- next day the battalions would leave for the front; the church was filled; the volunteers were there, their young faces alight with martial dreams -- visions of the stern advance, the gathering momentum, the rushing charge, the flashing sabers, the flight of the foe, the tumult, the enveloping smoke, the fierce pursuit, the surrender! Then home from the war, bronzed heroes, welcomed, adored, submerged in golden seas of glory! With the volunteers sat their dear ones, proud, happy, and envied by the neighbors and friends who had no sons and brothers to send forth to the field of honor, there to win for the flag, or, failing, die the noblest of noble deaths. The service proceeded; a war chapter from the Old Testament was read; the first prayer was said; it was followed by an organ burst that shook the building, and with one impulse the house rose, with glowing eyes and beating hearts, and poured out that tremendous invocation

*God the all-terrible! Thou who ordainest! Thunder thy clarion and lightning thy sword!*
Then came the "long" prayer. None could remember the like of it for passionate pleading and moving and beautiful language. The burden of its supplication was, that an ever-merciful and benignant Father of us all would watch over our noble young soldiers, and aid, comfort, and encourage them in their patriotic work; bless them, shield them in the day of battle and the hour of peril, bear them in His mighty hand, make them strong and confident, invincible in the bloody onset; help them to crush the foe, grant to them and to their flag and country imperishable honor and glory --

An aged stranger entered and moved with slow and noiseless step up the main aisle, his eyes fixed upon the minister, his long body clothed in a robe that reached to his feet, his head bare, his white hair descending in a frothy cataract to his shoulders, his seamy face unnaturally pale, pale even to ghastliness. With all eyes following him and wondering, he made his silent way; without pausing, he ascended to the preacher's side and stood there waiting. With shut lids the preacher, unconscious of his presence, continued with his moving prayer, and at last finished it with the words, uttered in fervent appeal, "Bless our arms, grant us the victory, O Lord our God, Father and Protector of our land and flag!"

The stranger touched his arm, motioned him to step aside -- which the startled minister did -- and took his place. During some moments he surveyed the spellbound audience with solemn eyes, in which burned an uncanny light; then in a deep voice he said:

"I come from the Throne -- bearing a message from Almighty God!" The words smote the house with a shock; if the stranger perceived it he gave no attention. "He has heard the prayer of His servant your shepherd, and will grant it if such shall be your desire after I, His messenger, shall have explained to you its import -- that is to say, its full import. For it is like unto many of the prayers of men, in that it asks for more than he who utters it is aware of -- except he pause and think.

"God's servant and yours has prayed his prayer. Has he paused and taken thought? Is it one prayer? No, it is two -- one uttered, the other not. Both have reached the ear of Him Who heareth all supplications, the spoken and the unspoken. Ponder this -- keep it in mind. If you would beseech a blessing upon yourself, beware! lest without intent you invoke a curse upon a neighbor at the same time. If you pray for the blessing of rain upon your crop which needs it, by that act you are possibly praying for a curse upon some neighbor's crop which may not need rain and can be injured by it.

"You have heard your servant's prayer -- the uttered part of it. I am commissioned of God to put into words the other part of it -- that part which the pastor -- and also you in your hearts -- fervently prayed silently. And ignorantly and unthinkingly? God grant that it was so! You heard these words: 'Grant us the victory, O Lord our God!' That is sufficient. the *whole* of the uttered prayer is compact into those pregnant words. Elaborations were not necessary. When you have prayed for victory you have prayed for many unmentioned results which follow victory--*must* follow it, cannot help but follow it. Upon the listening spirit of God fell also the unspoken part of the prayer. He commandeth me to put it into words. Listen!

"O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle -- be Thou near them! With them -- in spirit -- we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it -- for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.

(*After a pause.*) "Ye have prayed it; if ye still desire it, speak! The messenger of the Most High waits!"

It was believed afterward that the man was a lunatic, because there was no sense in what he said.


Twain apparently dictated it around 1904-05; it was rejected by his publisher, and was found after his death among his unpublished manuscripts. It was first published in 1923 in Albert Bigelow Paine's anthology, Europe and Elsewhere.

The story is in response to a particular war, namely the Philippine-American War of 1899-1902, which Twain opposed.

Greeting Cards

My cards design for Greetings Island :D

 I hope you like it ;)

abbie hope

"Capitalism is like an old FRIDGE" (SOAPBOX SEPTEMBER 30, 2012)

SEPT. 30, 2012

This week, Cindy Sheehan, interviews Marxist economics professor, Richard D. Wolff.

Professor Wolff breaks a complicated subject down with easily understood analogies and with prophetic solutions.

Listen at 2pm (PDST) at 
Sunday, September 30th

Anytime by clicking here

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Just this past week, I have been contacted by three people who recently read my new book, 
Revolution, A Love Story: A Better World is Possible
and all used the same word: DEVOURED.
To help pay rent and bills this month, I am offering an 
autographed copy of the 
book for $10 (including shipping and handling).
You will be helping Cindy Sheehan's Soapbox
pay the bills to stay on the air AND you will be 
getting a book to DEVOUR.


PO BOX 6264





The Mailbox Post (Sept 24th to 29th)

Mailbox Monday is a gathering place for readers to share the books that came into their house last week and explore great book blogs. Warning: Mailbox Monday can lead to envy, toppling TBR piles and humongous wish lists.

Mailbox Monday is originally hosted by Marcia  . In the summer of 2010 Marcia decided she needed a change in hosting and didn't want to rely on one blogger alone to do it because its a lot of work so she decided to put Mailbox Monday on tour and so far with great success it has made monthly stops at more then a dozen blogs and this year is booked until the end.

The host for September was Kristen from BookNAround . This is a new to me blogger and I am super excited to check her blog out.

I am happy to announce the host of October and its Kate from The Parchment Girl . She is another great blogger that you should check out.

My fellow Montreal blogger, Tynga is  doing a mailbox post called:

Tynga's Reviews is hosting this meme and you can check out this link to find out more about it .

Can you believe that September is just a few days from being over? Where did the month go?
So lets start with the freebies I got this past week. My sister graciously passed on to me two small packs of Finish Rinse Agent, Cascade tabs and two Quatimum tabs. There was coupons with these as well.

Borrowed Books:
Poison Princess by Kresley Cole
The Name of the Star by Maureen Johnson

Bought Books: (From Chapters)
Tiger's Curse book 1 by Colleen Houck
Rev it Up by Julie Ann Walker

(Dude, I finally picked up the book you highly recommended)(Yea I know I slipped off the book buyin ban but I think its pretty good considering )

Books for Review:
-Breakaway by Michael Betcherman (Thanks Penguin Canada/Razorbill for sending this. Check back October 5th for my review)
-The Undertakers book 2 Queen of the Dead by Ty Drago (Thanks Sourcebooks for sending this)
With September it means back to school and Scholastic Book Club. I am once again helping Michael's english teacher with Scholastic.

I just wanted to talk about Scholastic Book Club before telling you what books we got from the September forms.

As a parent you probably cringe when you see your child coming home with the Scholastic Book Club forms right? Wonder why they are coming home with them?

Well let me say I don't cringe when Michael comes home with his because I know that they come home for a reason and its a good one, did you know that every single book you buy goes back into the classroom? Even just one book  you buy.

So with that being said, let me tell you about the books we ordered this month from Scholastic. This month was amazing with book selections that we went a little over board.
-Geronimo Stilton DVD 2
-Lego Official Fan book with three mini figures
-The Giver by Lois Lowry (I figured at some point Michael would be reading this and it was a good price so I picked it up)
-The Eleventh Plague by Jeff Hirsch
-Infinity Ring book 1 A Mutiny in Time by James Dashner
-Judy Blume bundle (fudge-a-mania/Double Fudge/Super Fudge/Tales of a fourth grade nothing) Michael is reading these in class
-Creepella Von Cacklerfur Return of the Vampire
-Theo Stilton The Journey to Atlantis
So that is what I got in my mailbox this past week. What about you?

Coffee Addict

I made this layout for Scrappin Studio blog using Studio Calico September kit. Although the design is super simple but somehow I like it. Less is more? Lol. You can check it out here. Sorry lovelies, I have to go....a fussy baby is calling me :)


I Made It!

I literally jumped off my chair when I saw the email that I made it to the Jillibean Soup DT! WOOT!! I am honored to be alongside the talented ladies in the team and excited to see some of my friends on the list too! They made the announcement yesterday and you can check it here. I am looking forward to work with Jill, Kimber and the team!


Perp Walks by Jon Gold

In no particular order. Wouldn't it be nice?

Dick Cheney

Barack Obama

George W. Bush

Nancy Pelosi

Benjamin Netanyahu

Tony Blair

Henry Kissinger

Joe Lieberman

Ben Bernake

Bill Clinton

Hillary Clinton

Condoleezza Rice

Philip Zelikow

George Tenet

George H. W. Bush

Lloyd Blankfein

Jamie Dimon

Donald Rumsfeld

Alberto Gonzales

John Yoo

Paul Wolfowitz

James Baker

Richard Perle