Who would have thought?  I’m actually writing a blog!  Where did the word blog originate?  First there was mail, then electronic mail = email.  Then there was the Captain’s log (“Stardate 4012” — yes I was there when the first episode of Star Trek aired on TV).  So there would be electronic log = elog.  Instead we ended up with blog.  What does the “b” stand for?  Oh, of course. . . Bonnie!  Yes, Bonnie’s log would of course be shortened to blog.  [But why are these other people blogging when their name isn’t Bonnie?  Or Betty, Barbara or Bob?]

As a young adult I realized I loved to write, so I aspired to becoming a Writer and since Ron (the man I fell in love with at age 17) was studying to become a Forester, a fuzzy picture developed.  Since he would be a Forest Ranger, my picture became more in focus:  we would live in a log cabin on the edge of the woods and I would write all day long while deer came to our back door.  [I’d also be giving talented kids piano lessons.]  Morphing into the present, we DO have deer hanging out on our property because we live in Crooked River Ranch in Central Oregon.  However, Ron wasn’t a Forest Ranger.  He was a Forester for Bureau of Land Management and we lived in Salem, OR (we raised two children there).  No deer, but I did do some writing and I was published!  I actually received extremely small checks for writing devotionals for little magazines (Upper Room, Our Daily Bread and God’s Word for Today).  Let me assure you these checks did NOT put us into a higher tax bracket!

Lo and behold God threw us into a puppet ministry for these last 40 years and I wrote over 300 hours of puppet plays and other material.   It wasn’t until I went to a Writer’s Conference that I realized my creation of puppet plays is actually writing.  Surprise!  Unbelievably, we took those plays, along with the large puppets my mother made and traveled all over the world (on poverty level income)!  But more about that later.

Ron (my aforementioned husband of 45 years) is famous for his malapropisms.  He doesn’t mean to create them, they just pour out of his mouth.  Your malapropism for the day:  “We were out in left field without a paddle.”