Daddy is in India. He was speaking to a group of about 250 people early yesterday morning.

There was loud and wonderful singing (says Daddy) and daddy spoke.

Then his friend, Ajai, said something to the group. Many of Daddy’s friends will remember watching a video of Ajai. In the video Ajai mentioned there are many tunes and tees (Ed: opportunities) all around the world to tell about Jesus Loves Me (My favorite song that Daddy sings to me).

Ajai talked about a young girl – 22-years old from knots bill (ED: Knoxville) who was going to F Gun Knees Stain (Ed: Afghanistan). I get the knees stain sometimes but I don’t know where it is.

The young girl, now 24-years old,  was killed. She and 9 other Christians were shot by the Gun.

My big brother Micah is 24-years old. If he were killed my heart would be broken, too.

I hope my daddy comes home safely.

What do I know? The world is pretty cool for me right now as it is.

There’s my DVDs, my blankie, my mommy and the bottle for my juice. What else could a girl want? Except for maybe my daddy being home. I miss him.

He’s trying to give jobs to people throughout the sub cons in tents. (ED: subcontinent). And he will preaching to some e-Van-cellists (Ed: evangelists) in central India for a week. I think they are some kind of musicians that you can listen to on the line. (Ed: online). Not sure.

Anyway, he sent me some pics of him checking out some old temples and such. Gotta say it here – and he thinks I am a nut cool head (Ed: knucklehead)? Look at how goofy he is! I wish I were with him.

No wonder everything there is in ruins.

I miss my daddy.

Wi-fi Connection

My daddy doesn’t get ,mad at me very often.

Gosh, golly, shucks, he doesn’t get mad very often at anybody.

But, one thing does make him mad every time. That’s a lousy why five connection. (Ed: wi-fi).

He’s funny. He yells sometimes at in ants and mates objects. (Ed: inanimate objects). It doesn’t do any good but it seems to make him feel better.

I am alive. He’s more taller than ants with me. (Ed: tolerant)

He works online and a why five? (Ed: see above) connection is fun and mental. (Ed: fundamental).

When he teaches he needs it, too. Like today at a workshop he did in Free Willy. (Ed: Fremont).

Today the why five hardly worked. And he was mad.

I am glad I wasn’t there. Sometimes he yells at me, even it’s not my fault.

And, to think he tells me I need to grow up.

Look who’s talking.

World's Best Dad

My daddy talks about his daddy.

He calls him the world’s best dad.

I don’t agree. My daddy is the world’s best dad.

He woke up this morning at 2:47am. It had nothing to do with me kicking him in the face.

He loves me and would never accuse me of such non cents (Ed note – nonsense.

He also says I don’t roll when I sleep…I spin.

He had to get up and go to Sack of Men’s toes. (Editor: Sacramento) to give a workshop.

I did my part to wake him up.

My daddy’s name is Bill Belew and he is NOT related to the King.

But in my opium (Ed: opinion)…he is THE King.

And I am the princess. That’s what he calls me.

Carpe diem – sieze the day. Sounds cool and all if you are a grunt….maybe.

Today, carpe diem – seize the day – was NOT a cool thing for me.

I had a seizure today…at the park…after having brunch with some girl friends and my mommy and her girl friends.

Don’t ask me what happened. Don’t ask the doctors either. They don’t know.

The good news is that the seizure didn’t affect my brain. It got my daddy’s brain instead mommy said. I am not sure if that is funny or not.

Turns out that every now and then a by Russ (Editor: virus) will make a fever happen and that the fever will make little people shake and shimmy enough to scare the water out of mommies and daddies and friends and preachers and church folk and and…enough to get people to pray. (That’s not a bad thing I hear.)

I am getting better now and the frog knows sis (Ed: prognosis) is that it shouldn’t happen again.

I can live with that…or without it as the case may be.

Thank God I am okay. But I think mommy is still worried about daddy’s brain.