Where did the year go? That's what everyone always says, isn't it. Someone said that life is like a roll of toilet paper. The nearer it gets to the end, the faster it goes. The year sort of goes like that too.
In a football frame of mind yesterday, I went to the grocery store and ended up buying some chips and salsa. There just are not really healthy chips, are there...but they surely are good. I had planned to watch the Penn State-Texas A&M game with the faithful in Sarasota last night, but fog rolled in about 6, and I decided it would be better for people on the road if I stayed home. And so I did. It's not quite as much fun to watch it alone as it is with a crowd. But Penn State prevailed. It didn't look like they would at the start.
I find it a little sad when Christmas is over. All the pretty decorations come down, and it's back to business as usual. Last year I wrote a post in which I quoted from Lauren Winner's book, Girl Meets God.
She writes: "The calendar tells us that this all culminates on December 25, but really the whole season slouches toward Easter. Jesus became incarnate now, in the manger of Bethlehem, but if His incarnateness is meant to make Him more relatable to us, if we are meant to have better access to God because our God has a body like we have, if we relate to Him better because He knows what it is like to weep and throw up and be tempted and suffer, then the Incarnation that starts on Christmas isn't finished until Good Friday. And the miracles that start in the strange inexplicable Virgin Birth aren't finished until the Resurrection.....Even his birthplace takes us to the Last Supper: Jesus, the Bread of Life, is born in Bethlehem, bet lechem, "house of bread," and at the Last Supper, He will break bread for us, and then on the cross He will break His body. Nothing in Scripture, even the names of birthplace towns, is coincidence."
I didn't have an opportunity to sing in my church's Christmas concert this year because I had been away so much, but I had the privilege to listen. Some of the songs were traditional; some were new. This particular one expresses to me, like Lauren's quote above, what Christmas really is all about. The title is "I Believe" written by Natalie Gr*nt.
In a land far away, timestood still long ago.
There were shepherds in fields,
This is how the story goes, the story goes.
Woman with child and an inn with no room.
Born in a manger, foretelling a tomb,
This is how the story goes.
But it's more than a stable,
and it's more than a fairy tale,
and more than my mind can conceive--
I believe.
The wise men saw the baby boy
the angels called the Son of God.
Heaven's child, the great I AM,
born to take away my sin through nail-pierced hands
Emmanuel has come. I believe.
Two thousand years, still the story lives on.
God's gift to us, sent to earth wrapped in flesh,
His only Son--His only Son.
And the heartbeat of heaven confounded our wisdom,
But it's still the simple truth that set me free.
I believe the wise men saw the baby boy
the angels called the Son of God.
Heaven's child, the great I AM
Born to take away my sin through nail-pierced hands.
Emmanuel has come and I believe.
Precious child, how can it be
That God's great plan for history
would send you to a lonely tree,
That you would come for one like me?
I believe.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
O Come, Emmanuel
I called my daughter this morning to tell her where I would be during the day. She commented that I hadn't posted since Monday. I guess she checks up on me that way. I've been reading everyone's posts and commenting, but I haven't posted all week.
I was reading over at Jamie Dawn's about the nostalgia that arises during the Christmas season. Sometimes it's happy memories, sometimes sad, or a mixture of both. One morning this week, as I woke up, my husband was on my mind. Not a day goes by that I don't think about him, but that morning he was especially on my mind. As I got into the shower, the tears began to flow mingling with the water from the shower, much as they had done in the weeks following his passing. Even though the love of family and friends is present, the one who is missing always brings a bit of sadness.
The music of Christmas is so wonderful to me. Last night my hand hit my remote in such a way that I came across a channel that I didn't even know was on my TV. Several months ago, I signed up for Ver*zon Fios, and on channel 894 is the Worsh*p channel. It was on our regular cable for a long time and then went off. I felt like I had found an old friend. What joy to listen to the music of Christmas and see the beautiful scenery that accompanies it.
A blessed Christmas to you all. I leave you with one of my favorite Christmas songs.
O Come, O Come Immanuel
O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.
O come, Thou Wisdom from on high,
Who orderest all things mightily;
To us the path of knowledge show,
And teach us in her ways to go.
O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan’s tyranny;
From depths of hell Thy people save,
And give them victory over the grave.
O come, Thou Day-spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.
O come, Thou Key of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
O come, O come, great Lord of might,
Who to Thy tribes on Sinai’s height
In ancient times once gave the law
In cloud and majesty and awe.
O come, Thou Root of Jesse’s tree,
An ensign of Thy people be;
Before Thee rulers silent fall;
All peoples on Thy mercy call.
O come, Desire of nations, bind
In one the hearts of all mankind;
Bid Thou our sad divisions cease,
And be Thyself our King of Peace.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
shall come to thee, O Israel.
I was reading over at Jamie Dawn's about the nostalgia that arises during the Christmas season. Sometimes it's happy memories, sometimes sad, or a mixture of both. One morning this week, as I woke up, my husband was on my mind. Not a day goes by that I don't think about him, but that morning he was especially on my mind. As I got into the shower, the tears began to flow mingling with the water from the shower, much as they had done in the weeks following his passing. Even though the love of family and friends is present, the one who is missing always brings a bit of sadness.
The music of Christmas is so wonderful to me. Last night my hand hit my remote in such a way that I came across a channel that I didn't even know was on my TV. Several months ago, I signed up for Ver*zon Fios, and on channel 894 is the Worsh*p channel. It was on our regular cable for a long time and then went off. I felt like I had found an old friend. What joy to listen to the music of Christmas and see the beautiful scenery that accompanies it.
A blessed Christmas to you all. I leave you with one of my favorite Christmas songs.
O Come, O Come Immanuel
O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.
O come, Thou Wisdom from on high,
Who orderest all things mightily;
To us the path of knowledge show,
And teach us in her ways to go.
O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan’s tyranny;
From depths of hell Thy people save,
And give them victory over the grave.
O come, Thou Day-spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.
O come, Thou Key of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
O come, O come, great Lord of might,
Who to Thy tribes on Sinai’s height
In ancient times once gave the law
In cloud and majesty and awe.
O come, Thou Root of Jesse’s tree,
An ensign of Thy people be;
Before Thee rulers silent fall;
All peoples on Thy mercy call.
O come, Desire of nations, bind
In one the hearts of all mankind;
Bid Thou our sad divisions cease,
And be Thyself our King of Peace.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
shall come to thee, O Israel.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Winter is here
The temperature dropped 35 degrees overnight here in Florida. Some areas in the central part of the state had freeze warnings. Later in the week temperatures should be back up to 75. I remember when I first lived in Cincinnati after I graduated from college. That was the furthest north I had been, and when I saw the little bit of snow that arrived during that first winter, and as I watched older people out shoveling, I realized why Florida had such an appeal.
I had a young man come visit me on Friday. It was rather cloudy, but he kept saying, "This weather is incredible." He had flown from Wisconsin the day before where there had been a foot of snow on the ground. I took him for a drive over the Sunshine Skyway and then out to the beach. He was amazed. It's interesting how our everyday life becomes so commonplace. I find that when I go to Virginia and enjoy the mountains that I'm experiencing the same awe that he did.
Anyway, today, there is not a cloud in the sky; the air is cool. One might need a sweater or a light sweatshirt. To those of us who live in Florida year-round, we look forward to this all year long.
Are you a fan of the Food Network? I am. Right now the Barefoot Cont*ssa is on working her magic. A favorite of many is Paula De*n. She's a hoot, isn't she. She has a recipe for fudge that I intend to try one of these days. My problem is that I watch these shows, but I rarely cook any more.
For those of you who do like shortcuts, I have a great fudge recipe for you. You can use your imagination with it, and it only takes a few minutes to make.
Directions for making fudge: Melt one bag of chips in microwave or on top of stove. Stir in one can of frosting. Add extras. Enjoy.
Rocky Road - 1 12 oz. bag of chocolate chips, 1 can chocolate fudge frosting, 1 1/2 cups of marshmallows, 3/4 cups chopped mixed nuts.
Toffee Butterscotch - 1 bag of butterscotch chips, 1 can caramel pecan frosting, 1/2 cup chopped peanuts, 1/2 cup almond brickle bits.
Peppermint Swirl - 1 1/2 cups white vanilla chips, 1 can vanilla frosting, 1/2 tsp. peppermint extract, 4 drops red food coloring, 2 tbsp. peppermint candies, crushed.
Favorite cookies and cream - 1 12 bag vanilla chips, 1 can Oreo frosting, 10 cream-filled chocolate sandwich cookies, cut into quarters, 3 cream-filled chocolate sandwich cookies, crushed.
After you melt the chips and add the frosting, add the quartered cookies, spread in pan, and sprinkle with crushed cookies.
Let me know if you try any of these and how you found them.
I had a young man come visit me on Friday. It was rather cloudy, but he kept saying, "This weather is incredible." He had flown from Wisconsin the day before where there had been a foot of snow on the ground. I took him for a drive over the Sunshine Skyway and then out to the beach. He was amazed. It's interesting how our everyday life becomes so commonplace. I find that when I go to Virginia and enjoy the mountains that I'm experiencing the same awe that he did.
Anyway, today, there is not a cloud in the sky; the air is cool. One might need a sweater or a light sweatshirt. To those of us who live in Florida year-round, we look forward to this all year long.
Are you a fan of the Food Network? I am. Right now the Barefoot Cont*ssa is on working her magic. A favorite of many is Paula De*n. She's a hoot, isn't she. She has a recipe for fudge that I intend to try one of these days. My problem is that I watch these shows, but I rarely cook any more.
For those of you who do like shortcuts, I have a great fudge recipe for you. You can use your imagination with it, and it only takes a few minutes to make.
Directions for making fudge: Melt one bag of chips in microwave or on top of stove. Stir in one can of frosting. Add extras. Enjoy.
Rocky Road - 1 12 oz. bag of chocolate chips, 1 can chocolate fudge frosting, 1 1/2 cups of marshmallows, 3/4 cups chopped mixed nuts.
Toffee Butterscotch - 1 bag of butterscotch chips, 1 can caramel pecan frosting, 1/2 cup chopped peanuts, 1/2 cup almond brickle bits.
Peppermint Swirl - 1 1/2 cups white vanilla chips, 1 can vanilla frosting, 1/2 tsp. peppermint extract, 4 drops red food coloring, 2 tbsp. peppermint candies, crushed.
Favorite cookies and cream - 1 12 bag vanilla chips, 1 can Oreo frosting, 10 cream-filled chocolate sandwich cookies, cut into quarters, 3 cream-filled chocolate sandwich cookies, crushed.
After you melt the chips and add the frosting, add the quartered cookies, spread in pan, and sprinkle with crushed cookies.
Let me know if you try any of these and how you found them.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Christmas Love - I Corinthians 13
If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows,
strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls,
but do not show love to my family,
I'm just another decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen,
baking dozens of Christmas cookies,
preparing gourmet meals
and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime:
but do not show love to my family,
I'm just another cook.
If I work at a soup kitchen
carol in the nursing home,
and give all that I have to charity;
but do not show love to my family,
it profits me nothing.
If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels
and crocheted snowflakes,
attend a myriad of holiday parties
and sing in the choir's cantata
but do not focus on Christ,
I have missed the point.
Love stops the cooking to hug the child.
Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the spouse.
Love is kind, though harried and tired.
Love doesn't envy another's home
that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.
Love doesn't yell at the kids
to get out of the way,
but is thankful they are there
to be in the way.
Love doesn't give only to those
who are able to give in return;
but rejoices in giving to those who can't.
Love bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things
endures all things.
Love never fails.
Video games will break,
pearl necklaces will be lost,
golf clubs will rust;
But giving the gift of love will endure.
Thanks, Pastor Tim.
strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls,
but do not show love to my family,
I'm just another decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen,
baking dozens of Christmas cookies,
preparing gourmet meals
and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime:
but do not show love to my family,
I'm just another cook.
If I work at a soup kitchen
carol in the nursing home,
and give all that I have to charity;
but do not show love to my family,
it profits me nothing.
If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels
and crocheted snowflakes,
attend a myriad of holiday parties
and sing in the choir's cantata
but do not focus on Christ,
I have missed the point.
Love stops the cooking to hug the child.
Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the spouse.
Love is kind, though harried and tired.
Love doesn't envy another's home
that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.
Love doesn't yell at the kids
to get out of the way,
but is thankful they are there
to be in the way.
Love doesn't give only to those
who are able to give in return;
but rejoices in giving to those who can't.
Love bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things
endures all things.
Love never fails.
Video games will break,
pearl necklaces will be lost,
golf clubs will rust;
But giving the gift of love will endure.
Thanks, Pastor Tim.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Christmas Came Early
My daughter-in-law had this little tree that she had had for years. She said if it got destroyed, it wouldn't matter. But Ella has learned very well. Her mommy told her to touch with just one finger, and she was very good about it.
Monday morning Sabrina dropped me off at the airport in Charlottesville. According to schedule I would have a two hour wait in Charlotte. I sort of looked forward to that because there are so many neat shops, namely The Chocolate F*ctory. As it turned out, the plane coming to Charlottesville had been fogged in in Asheville earlier in the morning, so it was an hour late coming. When we did board, the pilot made up some time going to Charlotte.
I don't know if you've ever been there, but it is a long walk from the express flights (little planes) to the other gates. I took advantage of the carts and got to my next plane with plenty of time to spare. Before I left I called the airline to see if they had any first class seats available. They happened to have some on the trip from Charlotte to Tampa, and so I used some of my air miles to upgrade. The only trouble with that is that one gets so spoiled to the nice big seats.
I'm still trying to catch up. Every time I come home it is one doctor appointment after the other. Thank goodness they're only maintenance. And so I'm just now getting to posting again.
It's always good to go away and good to come home again. I think my next trip will be in February after our Sweet Adelines show.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
B-r-r-r!
This Florida girl is cold in Virginia. And guess what! It's snowing. Flurries, but it's snow, and there is a little accumulation. I've taken a couple of pictures to remember it by. I know when you live in a place where you have lots of snow that it is not remarkable, but I would think that the first snowfall of the season must be something to see.
I've been by to read all your posts, and I'll take some time to comment today. Ella is at the sitter's so I have lots of time to read and comment. When I arrived on Sunday, she looked at me with a little recognition. Her parents show her my photo often, and she knows Grammy in the picture.
It's amazing the growth one sees in a month in a toddler. Her attention span is much longer when she listens to stories, and she has added many more words to her vocabulary. I'm getting to know Winnie the Pooh all over again. When I was here in October, I bought her the DVD, and David said after I left, that she had fallen in love with Pooh.
When Sarah was a baby, I recall that the first cartoon that she reacted to was Winnie the Pooh. It was on TV on Friday nights, and I remember her sitting in her daddy's lap, grinning from ear to ear at the shenanigans of those animals. It's fun to see that happening again.
I've taken a couple of pictures of Ella, but I haven't uploaded them yet, but they'll be there.
As Tigger says, "TTFN." Ta-ta for now.
I've been by to read all your posts, and I'll take some time to comment today. Ella is at the sitter's so I have lots of time to read and comment. When I arrived on Sunday, she looked at me with a little recognition. Her parents show her my photo often, and she knows Grammy in the picture.
It's amazing the growth one sees in a month in a toddler. Her attention span is much longer when she listens to stories, and she has added many more words to her vocabulary. I'm getting to know Winnie the Pooh all over again. When I was here in October, I bought her the DVD, and David said after I left, that she had fallen in love with Pooh.
When Sarah was a baby, I recall that the first cartoon that she reacted to was Winnie the Pooh. It was on TV on Friday nights, and I remember her sitting in her daddy's lap, grinning from ear to ear at the shenanigans of those animals. It's fun to see that happening again.
I've taken a couple of pictures of Ella, but I haven't uploaded them yet, but they'll be there.
As Tigger says, "TTFN." Ta-ta for now.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Guess where I'm going
Tomorrow I'm on my way to Virginia. I'll bet you couldn't guess. I'll be there for just a week this time. Sarah's driving to Knoxville on Thursday to be in a friend's wedding on Saturday, and then she's driving on up to David's. We'll have a day there together, when we will do our Christmas early.
I'll be posting from Virginia, hopefully with some photos of you know who.
I'll be posting from Virginia, hopefully with some photos of you know who.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
God's Faithfulness
I've written a little about the fact that I lived and worked in Haiti many years ago before I was married. I learned many lessons while there. I lived among people who had very little of this world's goods, and I think I learned not to hold onto anything too tightly.
A custom on New Year's Day was to take everything out of the house and wash it out completely so that one could start the New Year all clean. That was not a hard thing for them to do. I try to get rid of stuff and there seems to be more all the time, rather than less.
Recently tropical storm Noel passed through the Dominican Republic and Haiti, dumping much rain and leaving death and destruction in its path. I recently read an e-mail from a lady who works there and her experience of attending church on the Sunday after the waters had receded.
I leave her note with you for your consideration.
Singing to the Lord After the Flood
Sunday morning there was a break in the rain. The welcome sun shone through and our church family in Torbeck gathered. In the days before, the flood waters in Torbeck had filled the church up to the height of the bench seats.
Many church members had suffered loss as heavy rains fell day after day. One lady of the church, Monique, had her house washed away. Others put their children up on the rafters as they watched the water run through their houses, two or three feet deep. Others lost important papers, household supplies and livestock. No one had lost family members.
The waters had run off now, the church was swept out, and the people came to God’s house to praise and thank Him for His protection during the flood. Their voices filled the damp church building (in the Creole language):
Through the flood they had experienced God’s hand of protection, and they sang His praise with all their hearts. Can you imagine their songs of thanks? We all thank you for your prayers. Join them in thanks for God’s faithfulness and provisions in their time of need. Pray with us that the testimonies of their lives will point hungry hearts to Jesus. Join us in praying too that their needs will continue to be met, through international aid or personal gifts.
A custom on New Year's Day was to take everything out of the house and wash it out completely so that one could start the New Year all clean. That was not a hard thing for them to do. I try to get rid of stuff and there seems to be more all the time, rather than less.
Recently tropical storm Noel passed through the Dominican Republic and Haiti, dumping much rain and leaving death and destruction in its path. I recently read an e-mail from a lady who works there and her experience of attending church on the Sunday after the waters had receded.
I leave her note with you for your consideration.
Singing to the Lord After the Flood
Sunday morning there was a break in the rain. The welcome sun shone through and our church family in Torbeck gathered. In the days before, the flood waters in Torbeck had filled the church up to the height of the bench seats.
Many church members had suffered loss as heavy rains fell day after day. One lady of the church, Monique, had her house washed away. Others put their children up on the rafters as they watched the water run through their houses, two or three feet deep. Others lost important papers, household supplies and livestock. No one had lost family members.
The waters had run off now, the church was swept out, and the people came to God’s house to praise and thank Him for His protection during the flood. Their voices filled the damp church building (in the Creole language):
Great is Thy faithfulness
Great is Thy faithfulness
Morning by morning
new mercies I see
All I have needed Thy hand has provided,
Great is Thy
faithfulness, Lord unto me.
Through the flood they had experienced God’s hand of protection, and they sang His praise with all their hearts. Can you imagine their songs of thanks? We all thank you for your prayers. Join them in thanks for God’s faithfulness and provisions in their time of need. Pray with us that the testimonies of their lives will point hungry hearts to Jesus. Join us in praying too that their needs will continue to be met, through international aid or personal gifts.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
From Sarah
come into this world and then two days later steal my heart. Sheila, a lady
I worked with in NC, came in a said a momma cat had adpoted her family and
had kittens. I couldn't wait to see them, there was one black one and two
tiger striped. At some point in going over to see the kittens day after
day, I was holidng the black one and he fell asleep. I made the comment
that he was "tuckered out". Thus the name Tucker came into being for this
blue eyed black fuzzy furball. I was adamant that I would have him, so I
wrote a letter to my land-lady asking if I could have this kitten. She
didn't want pets in the house I was renting, but I told her that I would be
sure to have the carpets cleaned and everything when I left. She said YES!
moved back to FL (Sept 2001). So we took our first road trip together...
and like me... he doesn't fare well in moving vehicles when he is a
passenger. Go figure! He got to be cooped up in my room at my mom's house
for what seemed like forever to him I'm sure... except for the few times he
got out only to go torment Color. She was not very pleased to have this
youngster in her house. Thankfully, we didn't stay too long and moved into
the house I am in now.
watching the lizards. We've had our good times and our bad times. The bad
times being losing my dad and then earlier this year the discovery of a mass
on Tucker's side and finding out it was cancer. In May we had it removed,
only for it to return at the beginning of August and grow ferociously since
then. The surgeon would not remove the tumor again and
chemotherapy/radiation would not have helped at all. We tried a holistic
vet and she recommended some herbs that might help slow the growth of the
tumor. We tried the herbs but then Tucker got tired of my making his wet
food taste gross so we stopped using them.
and he was sleeping ALOT. The tumor is finally taking all his energy. He
hesitates to jump up on things because this mass is so big it gets in the
way and hurts him. I realized in all of this, it is coming time to say good
bye to my baby, my Tucker. He has been my best friend and constant
companion for 6 1/2 years. I would do anything for this boy, I love him so
much. Some people say, "he is just a cat". Oh they are sorely mistaken. He
is my family. We know each other better than we know ourselves. I will
miss him sitting here on the computer desk, or climbing up on me to take a
nap in my lap or on my chest... messing with the blinds because he wants to
look outside... and getting that look in his eye when I would say the word
"treat"... the other T word he knows besides his name.
So, I said good bye to my baby today, November 27th.... He will be with my
dad and be able to run around after mice and lizards and watch the birds in
that special place in heaven I believe God has for our beloved pets.
With sadness,
Sarah
Friday, November 23, 2007
My daughter
Please keep my daughter in your thoughts. She is having to deal with putting her cat down. Several months ago he had surgery for a tumor which had grown in his side. He appeared to be doing well, but the tumor came back. The surgeon told her that it would not do to do surgery again.
He had been doing pretty well, but the mass is quite large, and now today, he doesn't have much energy, and he is not eating well. We have shed many tears today. Tucker came into her life as a brand new kitty when she was living in North Carolina, and he has brought much joy into her life.
She just e-mailed me and said that she was going to call the vet tomorrow and talk to him.
She reads this blog, and she also visits many of yours. I know she will appreciate any thoughts that you pass along to her.
Thank you.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Happy Thanksgiving!
It's early afternoon, but I didn't want to let the day go by without wishing everyone a happy Thanksgiving Day. I started to make a list of all the things I'm thankful for, but the list is very long, so I'll forego it right now. Needless to say, I'm thankful for this little girl and for the measure of health that she has had during this first year of her life.
So many Scriptures speak of being thankful. Psalm 100 is a familiar one to most people. I post it here as it is in The Message.
On your feet now --applaud GOD.
Bring a gift of laughter,
sing yourselves
into His presence.
Know that GOD is GOD, and GOD, GOD
He made us, we
didn't make Him.
We're his people, his well-tended sheep.
Enter with
the password: "Thank you."
Make yourselves at home, talking
praise.
Thank Him. Worship Him.
For God is sheer beauty
all
generous in love;
loyal forever and ever.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
The Van Gogh Family - Gathered for Thanksgiving
I received this in an e-mail. Perhaps you've already seen it.
The dizzy aunt -- Verti Gogh
The brother who ate prunes -- Gotta Gogh
The brother who worked at a convenience store -- Stop N. Gogh
The grandfather from Yugoslavia -- U Gogh
The cousin from Illinois -- Chica Gogh
His magician uncle -- Where Diddy Gogh
His Mexican cousin -- A. Mee Gogh
The Mexican cousin's American half-brother -- Gring Gogh
The nephew who drove a stage coach -- Wells Far Gogh
The constipated uncle -- Cant Gogh
The ballroom dancing aunt -- Tang Gogh
The bird lover aunt -- Flamin Gogh
His nephew psychoanalyst -- E Gogh
The fruit loving cousin -- Man Gogh
An aunt who taught positive thinking -- Way To Gogh
The little bouncy nephew -- Poe Gogh
A sister who loved disco -- Go Gogh
And his niece who travels the country in a van -- Winnie Bay Gogh
And there ya Gogh!
The dizzy aunt -- Verti Gogh
The brother who ate prunes -- Gotta Gogh
The brother who worked at a convenience store -- Stop N. Gogh
The grandfather from Yugoslavia -- U Gogh
The cousin from Illinois -- Chica Gogh
His magician uncle -- Where Diddy Gogh
His Mexican cousin -- A. Mee Gogh
The Mexican cousin's American half-brother -- Gring Gogh
The nephew who drove a stage coach -- Wells Far Gogh
The constipated uncle -- Cant Gogh
The ballroom dancing aunt -- Tang Gogh
The bird lover aunt -- Flamin Gogh
His nephew psychoanalyst -- E Gogh
The fruit loving cousin -- Man Gogh
An aunt who taught positive thinking -- Way To Gogh
The little bouncy nephew -- Poe Gogh
A sister who loved disco -- Go Gogh
And his niece who travels the country in a van -- Winnie Bay Gogh
And there ya Gogh!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
For this week of Thanksgiving
Sing praise to God Who reigns above, the God of all creation,
The God of power, the God of love, the God of our salvation.
With healing balm my soul is filled and every faithless murmur stilled:
To God all praise and glory.
What God’s almighty power hath made His gracious mercy keepeth,
By morning glow or evening shade His watchful eye ne’er sleepeth;
Within the kingdom of His might,
Lo! all is just and all is right:To God all praise and glory.
The Lord is never far away, but through all grief distressing,
An ever present help and stay, our peace and joy and blessing.
As with a mother’s tender hand, God gently leads the chosen band:
To God all praise and glory.
Thus, all my toilsome way along, I sing aloud Thy praises,
That earth may hear the grateful song my voice unwearied raises.
Be joyful in the Lord, my heart, both soul and body bear your part:
To God all praise and glory.
Let all who name Christ’s holy Name give God all praise and glory;
Let all who own His power proclaim aloud the wondrous story!
Cast each false idol from its throne, for Christ is Lord, and Christ alone:
To God all praise and glory.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Humor for High IQ People
A friend sent this to me in an e-mail. It says it's for high IQ people. Some say tht puns are the lowest form of humor, but I love them.
I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.
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Police were called to a day care where a three-year-old was resisting a
rest.
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Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He's all right now.
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The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference.
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The butcher backed up into the meat grinder and got a little behind in his work.
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To write with a broken pencil is pointless.
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When fish are in schools they sometimes take debate.
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The short fortune teller who esca ped from prison was a small medium at
large.
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A thief who stole a calendar got twelve months.
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A thief fell and broke his leg in wet cement. He became a hardened
criminal.
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Thieves who steal corn from a garden could be charged with stalking.
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We'll never run out of math teachers because they always multiply.
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When the smog lifts in Los Angeles, U. C. L. A.
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The math professor went crazy with the blackboard. He did a number on it.
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The professor discovered that her theory of earthquakes was on shaky ground.
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The dead batteries were given out free of charge.
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If you take a laptop computer for a run you could jog your memory.
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A dentist and a manicurist fought tooth and nail.
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A bicycle can't stand alone; it is two tired.
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A will, is a dead giveaway.
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Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.
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A backward poet writes inverse.
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In a democracy it's your vote that counts; in feudalism, it's your Count that votes.
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A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion.
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If you don't pay your exorcist you can get repossessed.
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With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.
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Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft and I'll show you A-flat miner.
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When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds.
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The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine was fully recovered.
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A grenade fell onto a kitchen floor in France , resulted in Linoleum Blownapart.
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You are stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.
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Local Area Network in Australia: The LAN down under.
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He broke into song because he couldn't find the key.
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A calendar's days are numbered.
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A lot of money is tainted: 'Taint yours, and 'taint mine.
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A boiled egg is hard to beat.
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He had a photographic memory which was never developed.
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A plateau, is a high form of flattery.
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Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.
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When you've seen one shopping center you've seen a mall.
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If you jump off a Paris bridge, you are in Seine
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When she saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.
I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.
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Police were called to a day care where a three-year-old was resisting a
rest.
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Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He's all right now.
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The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference.
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The butcher backed up into the meat grinder and got a little behind in his work.
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To write with a broken pencil is pointless.
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When fish are in schools they sometimes take debate.
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The short fortune teller who esca ped from prison was a small medium at
large.
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A thief who stole a calendar got twelve months.
-------------------------------------------------------
A thief fell and broke his leg in wet cement. He became a hardened
criminal.
-------------------------------------------------------
Thieves who steal corn from a garden could be charged with stalking.
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We'll never run out of math teachers because they always multiply.
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When the smog lifts in Los Angeles, U. C. L. A.
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The math professor went crazy with the blackboard. He did a number on it.
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The professor discovered that her theory of earthquakes was on shaky ground.
----------------- -------- ---------------------------------
The dead batteries were given out free of charge.
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If you take a laptop computer for a run you could jog your memory.
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A dentist and a manicurist fought tooth and nail.
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A bicycle can't stand alone; it is two tired.
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A will, is a dead giveaway.
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Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.
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A backward poet writes inverse.
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In a democracy it's your vote that counts; in feudalism, it's your Count that votes.
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A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion.
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If you don't pay your exorcist you can get repossessed.
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With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.
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Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft and I'll show you A-flat miner.
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When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds.
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The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine was fully recovered.
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A grenade fell onto a kitchen floor in France , resulted in Linoleum Blownapart.
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You are stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.
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Local Area Network in Australia: The LAN down under.
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He broke into song because he couldn't find the key.
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A calendar's days are numbered.
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A lot of money is tainted: 'Taint yours, and 'taint mine.
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A boiled egg is hard to beat.
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He had a photographic memory which was never developed.
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A plateau, is a high form of flattery.
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Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.
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When you've seen one shopping center you've seen a mall.
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If you jump off a Paris bridge, you are in Seine
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When she saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Finding Sadie
When I was with Ella in November, we read lots and lots of books. This particular book interested her because of the textures that were on each page, as well as the puppies on each page. Simply Coll adopted Sadie, a springer spaniel last year some time, and she often blogs about her. Her photos are so appealing. As we came to this page I said, "Well, there's Sadie in her younger days."
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Namaste!
Has this ever happened to you?
The day after we moved to a small town in Colorado my wife Bev did
grocery shopping. We moved few food items with us so she filled four
grocery carts full. She asked if she could pay with an out of state
check. "We just moved here," she explained, "and don't have local
checks yet."
They said, "Yes, no problem." But when she began looking for her
checkbook, she discovered that she had left it at home.
All of the groceries had been checked and sacked. "I'm so sorry," she
said, "I thought I had it with me. If I could just leave the groceries
here for a few minutes, I'll run home and get the checkbook."
"Don't worry about it," the cashier told her. "Take the groceries
home. The next time you're in the store you can pay for them."
We had just moved from a large city and she couldn't believe what she
was hearing! This clerk had never seen her before. But she treated her
as if she were a VIP. She was somebody!
Don't you love it when you are treated like you are somebody? Because
the truth is, we are all somebody. We are all important. And maybe
most businesses cannot (and should not) let everybody pay with credit,
but even strangers can be treated with honor and respect.
"Namaste" is a polite Indian gesture of greeting or farewell. From
Hindi, the word literally means "bowing to you." Namaste has also
been used to mean "I honor the sacred that is within you." What a
remarkable thing it would be to actually honor the sacred that is
within each person we meet! Even strangers. Nobody would go unnoticed
and everybody would count.
Here is an exercise that may dramatically change your life: for one
month treat everybody you meet as if she or he is the most important
person in the world. The man sweeping the sidewalk, your spouse and
children, a teenager in the neighborhood, the elderly woman seated
across the aisle from you -- honor that which is sacred in all of
them.
Give your undivided attention. By your words and actions, communicate
to them all how important they are to you. Show them great respect and
kindness. You may be amazed at what happens to your relationships!
You may not single-handedly solve the problem of world peace -- but in
one small way at least, you will make a great difference.
Namaste.
-- Steve Goodier
I saw this in action today. I was scheduled for a stress test this morning. In the other part of the room, a lady, who had already been on the treadmill, was having her nuclear photos being taken. While she was lying there, the technician kept talking to her, asking about where she lived, where she was going to go for lunch, and all such stuff. Later, when I was having my photos done, I inquired about the lady. He told me that it must have been the first time she had done this because her heart rate was so high. He said that as he talked soothingly to her, her heart rate came back down to where it should be.
On my way out of the office, there was a lady standing at the window. I didn't see her face, but I could tell that she was crying. "He was such a good man," she said. I'm assuming she was speaking of her husband who had perhaps recently died. The physician was standing there, listening to her. The office girls were listening, giving her the time that she needed.
Such kindness. I walked away, feeling blessed to be connected to an office where they really seem to care. One doesn't always see that these days.
Namaste.
The day after we moved to a small town in Colorado my wife Bev did
grocery shopping. We moved few food items with us so she filled four
grocery carts full. She asked if she could pay with an out of state
check. "We just moved here," she explained, "and don't have local
checks yet."
They said, "Yes, no problem." But when she began looking for her
checkbook, she discovered that she had left it at home.
All of the groceries had been checked and sacked. "I'm so sorry," she
said, "I thought I had it with me. If I could just leave the groceries
here for a few minutes, I'll run home and get the checkbook."
"Don't worry about it," the cashier told her. "Take the groceries
home. The next time you're in the store you can pay for them."
We had just moved from a large city and she couldn't believe what she
was hearing! This clerk had never seen her before. But she treated her
as if she were a VIP. She was somebody!
Don't you love it when you are treated like you are somebody? Because
the truth is, we are all somebody. We are all important. And maybe
most businesses cannot (and should not) let everybody pay with credit,
but even strangers can be treated with honor and respect.
"Namaste" is a polite Indian gesture of greeting or farewell. From
Hindi, the word literally means "bowing to you." Namaste has also
been used to mean "I honor the sacred that is within you." What a
remarkable thing it would be to actually honor the sacred that is
within each person we meet! Even strangers. Nobody would go unnoticed
and everybody would count.
Here is an exercise that may dramatically change your life: for one
month treat everybody you meet as if she or he is the most important
person in the world. The man sweeping the sidewalk, your spouse and
children, a teenager in the neighborhood, the elderly woman seated
across the aisle from you -- honor that which is sacred in all of
them.
Give your undivided attention. By your words and actions, communicate
to them all how important they are to you. Show them great respect and
kindness. You may be amazed at what happens to your relationships!
You may not single-handedly solve the problem of world peace -- but in
one small way at least, you will make a great difference.
Namaste.
-- Steve Goodier
I saw this in action today. I was scheduled for a stress test this morning. In the other part of the room, a lady, who had already been on the treadmill, was having her nuclear photos being taken. While she was lying there, the technician kept talking to her, asking about where she lived, where she was going to go for lunch, and all such stuff. Later, when I was having my photos done, I inquired about the lady. He told me that it must have been the first time she had done this because her heart rate was so high. He said that as he talked soothingly to her, her heart rate came back down to where it should be.
On my way out of the office, there was a lady standing at the window. I didn't see her face, but I could tell that she was crying. "He was such a good man," she said. I'm assuming she was speaking of her husband who had perhaps recently died. The physician was standing there, listening to her. The office girls were listening, giving her the time that she needed.
Such kindness. I walked away, feeling blessed to be connected to an office where they really seem to care. One doesn't always see that these days.
Namaste.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
And a good time was had by all
This past weekend, I, along with 29 other ladies from my church attended the Women of Faith conference in Tampa. I became acquainted with this group by way of radio about twelve years ago. I listened to a report of these meetings popping up around the country, and I decided that if there was ever one near me, I would be there. The next year I attended one in Lakeland. After that it moved to Orlando, and now this year, for a larger venue, it was held in Tampa.
It is a great weekend of laughing, crying, being encouraged by women who have met with success, many of them facing uphill battles and yet triumphing through God's love and grace and mercy.
Many of you have seen the video of the crazy lady doing the William T*ll Overture, recounting her day's activities with her children. She was there as she has been for the last two or three years. Seeing that was almost worth the price of admission.
Nicole C. M*llen was there. What a dynamo! With her she had a group of young people whom she mentors and takes with her on these weekends to dance and sing praise to God. With her was her nephew, the little boy, who at 4, won the Oscar Ma*er Wiener singing contest. You may have seen him on O*rah some time ago when she had him on.
The speakers were great, but to me the highlight of the time was hearing Sandi Pat*y sing. As one said, she probably has the greatest singing voice of our day. She doesn't just sing. She really gets the message across with her interpretation and the orchestration that accompanies her singing.
I leave you with the song that most struck a chord with me. In these days of uncertainty, we have a mighty God, a mighty fortress. You can read some of the history of this hymn here
A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.
It is a great weekend of laughing, crying, being encouraged by women who have met with success, many of them facing uphill battles and yet triumphing through God's love and grace and mercy.
Many of you have seen the video of the crazy lady doing the William T*ll Overture, recounting her day's activities with her children. She was there as she has been for the last two or three years. Seeing that was almost worth the price of admission.
Nicole C. M*llen was there. What a dynamo! With her she had a group of young people whom she mentors and takes with her on these weekends to dance and sing praise to God. With her was her nephew, the little boy, who at 4, won the Oscar Ma*er Wiener singing contest. You may have seen him on O*rah some time ago when she had him on.
The speakers were great, but to me the highlight of the time was hearing Sandi Pat*y sing. As one said, she probably has the greatest singing voice of our day. She doesn't just sing. She really gets the message across with her interpretation and the orchestration that accompanies her singing.
I leave you with the song that most struck a chord with me. In these days of uncertainty, we have a mighty God, a mighty fortress. You can read some of the history of this hymn here
A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Isn't she lovely!
One day when I was spending time with Ella, I turned on the TV and O*rah was on. I don't watch her as a rule, but that particular day she had on outstanding couples in show business, and I left it on for a while. The second couple was Stevie W*nder and his wife. He was not on the show that day, but his wife was. She is a fashion designer and at the end of her conversation with O*rah, several models came out wearing some of her creations.
The last model was Stevie's daughter. What a beauty. His wife said that this was the young woman for whom he had written the song "Isn't She Lov*ly!" back in 1973 when she was born. Although he could not see her with his eyes, he caressed her and wrote the song which so beautifully expressed his love for this new creation in his life.
My daughter-in-law works with a woman, who after Ella was born, made a copy of that song for her. She said that upon seeing Ella, the song came to her mind. While I was in Virginia, I went to my daughter-in-law's work one day, and her co-worker and I went out to lunch together. We've just really connected. She was talking about her mother and doing things with her and for her, and I happened to ask her how old her mother was. Sixty-six was her reply. My next question was what her birthday was. And guess what! It is the same as mine. How often would that happen?
After our lunch, one afternoon when I came into the house, Sabrina was playing a CD. Guess what it was. "Isn't She L*vely". It was then that she shared with me how she got a copy of the song.
Isn't she lovely
Isn't she wonderfull
Isn't she precious
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely
made from love.
Isn't she pretty
Truly the angels' best
Boy, I'm so happy
We have been heaven blessed
I can't believe what God has done
Through us He's given life to one
But isn't she lovely
made from love.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
When you have nothing else to do
I found this game on someone's blog last night and enjoyed playing it. Have fun.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Halloween Night
One of my daughter-in-law's co-workers has a couple of daughters a little older than Ella, and they have passed on many lovely outfits for Ella to wear. At the beginning of the month, they gave her a couple of costumes that had been lovingly crafted by a relative. One was a lamb costume; the other, this flower. When my DIL came home with them, I pulled out the lamb hat and put it on Ella, and did she ever look cute!
I went upstairs for a few moments before going out, and while I was up, Sabrina brought Ella upstairs to see me, and there she was, the lovely flower that you see here. Have you ever seen anything so cute?! I don't think so. What a lovely evening for meeting some of the neighbors. How gracious they all were, and of course, everyone oohed and aahed over the ever lovely Ella.
I left on Thursday morning after being in Virginia for a month. I so appreciate the graciousness of my son and his wife in allowing me to live in their house for a whole month. I was able to care for Ella four days a week. Wednesday was my "day off" so that I could run and do whatever I wanted. I even did a little cooking for them while I was there. I stopped on the way home to visit Judy. We met last year when I was on my way to Virginia at a restaurant and had breakfast together. This year I stopped by her house, and she served a lovely lunch. I also got to meet Mr. Kenju, who is recovering from a stroke.
I came on home on Friday. Today I watched Penn State beat Purdue. Yeah! And now, Florida State is playing Boston College in the background as I'm writing this.
My week coming up is filled to overflowing with appointments and responsibilities. I hope to get back to more regular posting and visiting soon.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Boo, y'all
This is Sarah's cat, Tucker, from a photo last year. If you recall, he had surgery for a cancerous tumor about three months ago. The tumor returned, and it continues to grow, but Tucker is still functioning well. Sarah sent me a photo of him the other day, and you can see how big the lump is in his side. I'll post it later.
I'll have to have post-Halloween photos of Ella. They'll be up after I get home. Today she's a farmer. We're headed over to her mom's work at UVA where they're having a farm theme for their party, so she will fit right in in her overalls. She's taking her favorite stuffed pig with her. Tonight I believe there will be a different costume.
Later.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
A Hymn for Sunday
Whenever we were together as a school group or in a get-together with their parents, if they were asked for their favorite song to sing, often they would suggest the hymn, "Unto the Hills." The words truly expressed the thoughts of Psalm 121 as the psalmist wrote of our heavenly Father who watches over us day and night, never sleeping .
Unto the hills around do I lift up my longing eyes.
Oh whence for me shall my salvation come, from whence arise?
From God, the Lord, doth come my certain aid
From God, the Lord, who earth and heaven hath made.
He will not suffer that thy foot be moved, safe shalt thou be.
No careless slumber shall his eyelids close, who keepeth thee.
Behold, He sleepeth not, He slumbreth ne'er.
Who keepeth Israel in his Holy care.
Jehovah is Himself thy Keeper true, thy changeless Shade;
Jehovah thy Defense on thy right hand Himself hath made.
And thee no sun by day shall ever smite;
No moon shall harm thee in the silent night.
From every evil shall He keep thy soul, from every sin;
Jehovah shall preserve thy going out, thy coming in.
Above thee watching, He Whom we adore
Shall keep thee henceforth, yea, forevermore.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
My Bella
She doesn't look like a baby any more in this photo, does she. This one was taken on the way to church. I've taken a lot of photos of my Bella since I've been here, but not a lot of good ones. She doesn't sit still very long. Surprise, surprise. While I've been here, I've watched Ella four days a week and had Wednesdays off. We've had a good time together, and the month is quickly coming to a close. I'm sticking around until Halloween. One of my DIL's co-workers has daughters older than Ella, and he has loaned her some costumes. I can hardly wait to see what they decide on her wearing. The weather will play a part in that.
There is some fall color, but many trees are losing their leaves without a lot of color. It's raining today, hooray! I'm assuming it will be cooler after the rain.
In the photo of Ella, up in the corner is a photo of my husband. That photo was taken just a month before his death. We had had photos taken for our church directory in March. He died the last day of April. I'm so glad I have that photo of him. When he saw it, he made the comment that he didn't realize how much his hairline had receded. But it had.
Monday, October 22, 2007
I shall return
In the words of General McArthur, I shall return. I spent the weekend in North Carolina. I drove down on Friday and back on Sunday. Ella decided she didn't really need a nap this afternoon, so now I do.
Later.
Later.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Back of the clouds
After I took the photos of the storm clouds in my last post, the next day or so I snapped this one. The photo doesn't quite do it justice. The cloud truly had a silver lining.
I had just read the night before about Louise, a young woman in Michigan, who had succumbed to leukemia. She had a bone marrow transplant earlier this year, and fought so bravely, but finally lost the battle. And then a gentleman in our church, who had been battling throat cancer, passed away. I thought of them as I looked at this cloud with the light shining behind it.
It also reminded me of a college friend of mine, a friend who reconnected after thirty years. Our university set up a site where we could search for friends in our class. I received an e-mail from her when I was in Virginia in April. I answered her e-mail then, and after I got back to Florida, I didn't follow through.
While I've been up here again this month, I looked her up, and we've begun correspondence again.
When we were freshmen, we met, and our friendship formed. We discovered that we both liked to sing, and we would often go to the "practice shacks" and sing our hearts out. One song that we sang went something like this:
"Never fear though shadows dark around your path may fall.
Do not let your hearts be troubled.
Just remember God in heaven watches over all.
He will surely care for you.
Back of the clouds, the sun is always shining.
After the storm, the skies will all be blue.
God has prepared a rosy tinted lining,
Back of the clouds, it's waiting to shine through."
Many of you follow Melange. If you've never visited her blog, go there. She is a very gifted person, physician, mother, daughter, sister, and she is just so smart. Today she writes of her beloved Max. Go there and take your tissues.
(Somehow the formatting just does not work right for me. Forgive the appearance. I tried.)
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Stormy Skies
On my way home I snapped another one...clouds still heavy. While I have been gone, Sarah called one night and said that it was raining buckets. Hopefully we have caught up on rain. I know that our drought has not been as bad as in some areas, but it seems that we are always down. The good thing is...no hurricanes.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Ella's Laughing Eyes
Days are full with a toddler. One's work is never done. Of course, I don't have to tell any mothers that or anyone who is a caregiver. After my first day of taking care of Ella, I was ready for bed. She's such a good baby, but very busy, and one wouldn't want it any other way. She loves to go outside and see the birds, feel the breeze, and run her hands through the leaves, and pick up tiny sticks and whatever else she sees.
During the day we look at lots of books. Probably her favorite is "The Very Hungry Caterpillar." I know that many of you are familiar with that book. I picked up the DVD of it some months ago and gave it to Ella. Her daddy says that she likes it. Yesterday she brought me the DVD case. After I figured out how to play the DVD (I'm not really too technologically challenged, but there are lots of buttons to push on David's remote) we watched it, and watched it, and watched it. She seems mesmerized by it. I finally turned it off because her parents don't want her watching too much.
She has several CD's with kid's music on them that someone gave to Ella right after she was born. We listen to music a lot, and she loves to dance. Some of her moves are hilarious.
When I first began reading about CF, I read a post by a mom who said that she had to have a completely separate cabinet for her child's CF snacks because she (the mom) was gaining so much weight. David mentioned how hard it is not to pop anything into your mouth that she doesn't eat, and I understand completely. Every little mouthful adds up.
Ella went to the doctor on Monday for a throat culture to see if the Pseudomonas is still there. She has a few more days on the inhaled drug and then has a month off. Her doctor put her in a drug study, so her treatment is paid for.
This month is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I so fully support that. Dear friends have had breast cancer. One of my cousins died at 33 from breast cancer. I do wish that there was more Cystic Fibrosis Awareness. The number of people with CF is relatively small. There are approximately 30,000 in the United States with CF. A genetic disorder inherited from a recessive gene that both parents carry. When both parents have that gene, there is a 1 in 4 chance of having a baby with CF. Unless there is reason to suspect it,parents are not routinely tested.
Fortunately for Ella, Virgina had just begun newborn testing in March before she was born in August of 2006. Florida just began testing July 1 of this year. Only a little over half of the states do routine testing in newborns. Early detection is one of the keys to having a healthy baby and toddler.
Well, I could go on and on, but I won't, but I will write more at another time. Thanks for checking in and reading.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Fourteen months old today
I'm still alive, and Ella is surviving me. This has been a busy week. Monday was very uneventful. We played in the house, played outside, ate several times and all in all had a good day. Tuesday started out o.k., but during the morning I noticed Ella wasn't playing. She crawled up in my lap and stayed there. I went in search of a thermometer, and she indeed did have a high temp. So her daddy came home and off we went to the doctor's office. Because of the cystic fibrosis, the didn't want to take any chances, so the pediatrician sent her for blood work and a chest x-ray. Everything apparently was negative. Yesterday she was more like her old self and today she seems to be feeling fine.
She does have an appointment on Monday with the specialist who wants to do another throat culture to see how the Pseudomonas is. She is still on an inhaled antibiotic twice a day as well as her regular treatments. She's so good about everything. It's harder on her parents on me than it is on her. She pretty much takes everything in stride. We are praying, of course, that the bacteria has not had time to colonize in her lungs.
The weather is warmer every day. It was 87 today. The humidity is not as bad here as in Florida, so it doesn't seem nearly so hot. I do have the air conditioner on upstairs in my chamber, though.
Many of you have been following Ella's journey with cf since her birth. Others of you are newcomers. I appreciate all your kindnesses and tender thoughts and words as you read about this grammy and her Ellla. She's a precious little girl.
I read a quote by C.S. Lewis today on my homepage. It read, "God is not proud. .. He will have us even though we have shown that we prefer everything else to Him." That brings to mind the verse, "Him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out." I'm so glad He took me in.
She does have an appointment on Monday with the specialist who wants to do another throat culture to see how the Pseudomonas is. She is still on an inhaled antibiotic twice a day as well as her regular treatments. She's so good about everything. It's harder on her parents on me than it is on her. She pretty much takes everything in stride. We are praying, of course, that the bacteria has not had time to colonize in her lungs.
The weather is warmer every day. It was 87 today. The humidity is not as bad here as in Florida, so it doesn't seem nearly so hot. I do have the air conditioner on upstairs in my chamber, though.
Many of you have been following Ella's journey with cf since her birth. Others of you are newcomers. I appreciate all your kindnesses and tender thoughts and words as you read about this grammy and her Ellla. She's a precious little girl.
I read a quote by C.S. Lewis today on my homepage. It read, "God is not proud. .. He will have us even though we have shown that we prefer everything else to Him." That brings to mind the verse, "Him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out." I'm so glad He took me in.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Along the way
I left home around 8:00 yesterday (Saturday) morning. Being a Saturday in the fall, I tuned into the sports stations on the radio and caught updates of the Penn State game. I saw the recap of the game on ESPN last night...those interceptions! Then Georgia Tech was on, then South Carolina. Florida State was starting as I got to my destination for the evening.
As I drove up I-75, there were quite a few cars with Gator paraphernalia headed to Gainesville, and then there were cars on 75 and I-10 headed to Jacksonville for the FSU-Alabama game. The traffic was not as heavy as I would have thought, although it was early in the day, and the games didn't start until evening.
When I left home, I stopped and got a breakfast burrito and coffee to start my trip. I had driven for a little way, and I just wasn't awake, so I stopped and got a diet Coke. That helped a little, but then you know I had to go to the bathroom. My friends would say, "So what else is new?" I stopped at the "arches", went to the bathroom, and as I was walking out, this old lady came toward me. I was really taken aback when I realized I was looking at my reflection in a mirror. I looked like I had seen better days. I guess, in fact, that I have.
I was wearing a Penn State shirt. Stopping at a rest stop, someone said to me, "How are they doing?" I said that the last I heard, they were losing. When I checked into the hotel last night, a gentleman said to me, "They lost today." "I know," I said. Then when I checked my blog, someone had left a comment about the loss. But South Florida won on Friday night. Now that was quite a victory!
When I stepped outdoors this morning, cool, fresh air met me. Unless you live in Florida and experience the heat and humidity for so many months, you can't imagine what a refreshing feeling that is. As I drove on up into Virginia and started driving on I-64, I was sad to see two deer that had been hit and killed. They were small, so I assume they were young. I hate to see that, and I hate to think about the damage to the cars that hit them.
I passed a semi that was pulling a Baby Ruth trailer. That brought back memories. I remember when I was a kid, and candy bars cost a nickel, and they were big, I loved Baby Ruth. I would eat the chocolate and peanuts away from the nougat center and then relish that sweet stuff in my mouth just as long as I could. On the back of the truck was a sign that said, "This truck makes wide mouths." (instead of wide turns) There was a picture of a cross-section of a Baby Ruth candy bar.
I finally arrived at my son's around 1:30. No one is here. He had told me they were going to go to Charlottesville to play disc golf this afternoon. I said that that was quite all right since I was going to be here for a whole month. They didn't have to wait here for me. So...I haven't seen Miss Ella yet, but I imagine she'll be here pretty soon.
Have a good week.
As I drove up I-75, there were quite a few cars with Gator paraphernalia headed to Gainesville, and then there were cars on 75 and I-10 headed to Jacksonville for the FSU-Alabama game. The traffic was not as heavy as I would have thought, although it was early in the day, and the games didn't start until evening.
When I left home, I stopped and got a breakfast burrito and coffee to start my trip. I had driven for a little way, and I just wasn't awake, so I stopped and got a diet Coke. That helped a little, but then you know I had to go to the bathroom. My friends would say, "So what else is new?" I stopped at the "arches", went to the bathroom, and as I was walking out, this old lady came toward me. I was really taken aback when I realized I was looking at my reflection in a mirror. I looked like I had seen better days. I guess, in fact, that I have.
I was wearing a Penn State shirt. Stopping at a rest stop, someone said to me, "How are they doing?" I said that the last I heard, they were losing. When I checked into the hotel last night, a gentleman said to me, "They lost today." "I know," I said. Then when I checked my blog, someone had left a comment about the loss. But South Florida won on Friday night. Now that was quite a victory!
When I stepped outdoors this morning, cool, fresh air met me. Unless you live in Florida and experience the heat and humidity for so many months, you can't imagine what a refreshing feeling that is. As I drove on up into Virginia and started driving on I-64, I was sad to see two deer that had been hit and killed. They were small, so I assume they were young. I hate to see that, and I hate to think about the damage to the cars that hit them.
I passed a semi that was pulling a Baby Ruth trailer. That brought back memories. I remember when I was a kid, and candy bars cost a nickel, and they were big, I loved Baby Ruth. I would eat the chocolate and peanuts away from the nougat center and then relish that sweet stuff in my mouth just as long as I could. On the back of the truck was a sign that said, "This truck makes wide mouths." (instead of wide turns) There was a picture of a cross-section of a Baby Ruth candy bar.
I finally arrived at my son's around 1:30. No one is here. He had told me they were going to go to Charlottesville to play disc golf this afternoon. I said that that was quite all right since I was going to be here for a whole month. They didn't have to wait here for me. So...I haven't seen Miss Ella yet, but I imagine she'll be here pretty soon.
Have a good week.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Friday fun and frenzy
If my grammy doesn't hurry up and come, I'm going to go see her. Well, Grammy is on her way tomorrow to Virginia where she is going to spend the whole month being with Ella (oh, yes, her parents too.) I was going to stop along the way to do some visiting, but I'm going to wait until I'm on my way home to do that.
For fun today, go here and click on Video Clips. This lady is so funny. I've seen her for the last three years at Women of Faith conferences, and she never fails to have the house roaring with laughter. Those of whose children have flown the nest, and that is most of the people who come here, can remember the days when households were a little hectic and hurried. Turn up the sound for it is truly funny.
In other news (the frenzy) the University of South Florida Bulls, who have only had a football program for the last eleven years, are playing tonight before a sellout crowd at Ra*mond James Stadium in Tampa, where they will host West Virginia. West Virginia is ranked #5 in the polls. South Florida is #18. They are hoping for an upset just like they did last year. I told my Penn State friends that I'm glad we're not playing them. The team might be embarrassed. They did indeed play them three or four years ago, beat them, but it was a tough battle.
The city of Tampa has named today "Green and Gold Day." So, go Bulls! I'll be watching.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Flawless
Just look at that skin. Isn't it wonderful! I visited the dermatologist a couple of weeks ago. I go every four months for a skin check. I decided to go to a new doctor in town who, when she saw my face and arms, said, "Yep, a redhead." Having lived in Florida most of my life and spending three and a half years in the tropics hasn't done me any good as far as skin health goes.
Over the years I've head four or five basal cell carcinomas removed, a couple of squamous cells. I have an appointment when I come back from Virginia to have a couple more squamous cell tumors removed from my arm. I'm right now in the process of using a cream on my arms which brings to the surface all the pre-cancerous places. My arms look like I have a bad case of eczema. I have to continue using that for two more weeks, applying it morning and evening.
She referred me to another dermatologist this morning who did a light treatment on my face. Medication was put all over my face, and then I had a light therapy for fifteen minutes. I don't know the exact type of light that it was. I just know that it burned. Right now my skin feels fairly tight and I look like I have a sunburn. I'm not supposed to go out into the sun for two days.
The practitioner told me that some people do this treatment for cosmetic purposes. While I didn't do it for that reason, I will reap some of those benefits.
I asked my son one day what he remembered of his mimi, my mother. I found it interesting that one of the things that he mentioned was her skin. It was well worn, and I see the skin on my arms becoming much like hers.
The moral of the story here--Don't forget the sunscreen! Wear a hat! Wear sunglasses to protect your eyes! Beauty is only skin deep; what's underneath is what counts.
"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart. "~Hellen Keller
Thursday, September 20, 2007
'Mater
There is one educator's blog that I particular love to read. California Teacher Guy writes of his experiences at the Jewel School in Dirty Little Desert Town. I traveled to his blog via another teacher's blog in the spring of last year. He at that time had just found out that his contract had been renewed in California. He spent the rest of the year and the summer seeking employment. He writes about his interviews and e-mails with various districts. This job, which is 150 miles from his home, ended up being the one that was offered to him. It was not one that he particularly wanted.
After arriving there, he started the year, and as you read his posts, it is apparent that he is where he is meant to be. Go there. Go into the archives and read his struggles and then read about his students that he is touching every day by his life.
I am drawn to teachers' blogs since I worked in education for thirty-six years but I must say that I'm glad that I don't have to get up and do that five days of the week now.
A few weeks ago, my cable provider called and offered me a free month of movies if I wanted to take a look. I chose to do it, and one day I was flipping through some of the movies and "C*rs" was being shown. I watched part of it...long enough to see the tow truck, named "Mater" without the tuh.
I smiled to myself as I thought of the first grader in my class who, when we were going over sounds of the letter "t" got one of the answers wrong on his paper. It was a picture of a tomato, and when he got his paper back and saw that that one was marked wrong, he raised his hand and said, "But teacher, 'mater don't start with no "t."
I smiled, and I smile now as I think of him.
After arriving there, he started the year, and as you read his posts, it is apparent that he is where he is meant to be. Go there. Go into the archives and read his struggles and then read about his students that he is touching every day by his life.
I am drawn to teachers' blogs since I worked in education for thirty-six years but I must say that I'm glad that I don't have to get up and do that five days of the week now.
A few weeks ago, my cable provider called and offered me a free month of movies if I wanted to take a look. I chose to do it, and one day I was flipping through some of the movies and "C*rs" was being shown. I watched part of it...long enough to see the tow truck, named "Mater" without the tuh.
I smiled to myself as I thought of the first grader in my class who, when we were going over sounds of the letter "t" got one of the answers wrong on his paper. It was a picture of a tomato, and when he got his paper back and saw that that one was marked wrong, he raised his hand and said, "But teacher, 'mater don't start with no "t."
I smiled, and I smile now as I think of him.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Dead Horse Theory
It seems that so many people in the blogging community are hurting and carrying a heavy load. When I think of them and when I think of Ella, I find myself in tears. I'm glad that almost every day in my inbox there is a post from Pastor Tim. His posts always bring a smile.
I thought I would include this entry today from him. Those of us who work in or worked in the education field can surely identify with this, although it applies to many others as he states here. It's funny, and yet sad but true. We at our school would often shake our heads at some of the decisions that were passed down to us.
The tribal wisdom of the Dakota Indians, passed on from generation to generation, says that "When you discover that you are riding a dead horse, the best strategy is to dismount."
However, in government, education, and in corporate America, more advanced strategies are often employed, such as:
1. Buying a stronger whip.
2. Changing riders.
3. Appointing a committee to study the horse. Better yet, bring in an army of consultants to over study the horse.
4. Arranging to visit other countries to see how other cultures ride dead horses.
5. Lowering the standards so that dead horses can be included.
6. Reclassifying the dead horse as living-impaired.
7. Hiring outside contractors to ride the dead horse.
8. Harnessing several dead horses together to increase speed.
9. Providing additional funding and/or training to increase dead horse's performance.
10. Doing a productivity study to see if lighter riders would improve the dead horse's performance.
11. Declaring that as the dead horse does not have to be fed, it is less costly, carries lower overhead and therefore contributes substantially more to the bottom line of the economy than do some other horses.
12. Rewriting the expected performance requirements for all horses.
And of course:
13. Promoting the dead horse to a supervisory position.
I thought I would include this entry today from him. Those of us who work in or worked in the education field can surely identify with this, although it applies to many others as he states here. It's funny, and yet sad but true. We at our school would often shake our heads at some of the decisions that were passed down to us.
The tribal wisdom of the Dakota Indians, passed on from generation to generation, says that "When you discover that you are riding a dead horse, the best strategy is to dismount."
However, in government, education, and in corporate America, more advanced strategies are often employed, such as:
1. Buying a stronger whip.
2. Changing riders.
3. Appointing a committee to study the horse. Better yet, bring in an army of consultants to over study the horse.
4. Arranging to visit other countries to see how other cultures ride dead horses.
5. Lowering the standards so that dead horses can be included.
6. Reclassifying the dead horse as living-impaired.
7. Hiring outside contractors to ride the dead horse.
8. Harnessing several dead horses together to increase speed.
9. Providing additional funding and/or training to increase dead horse's performance.
10. Doing a productivity study to see if lighter riders would improve the dead horse's performance.
11. Declaring that as the dead horse does not have to be fed, it is less costly, carries lower overhead and therefore contributes substantially more to the bottom line of the economy than do some other horses.
12. Rewriting the expected performance requirements for all horses.
And of course:
13. Promoting the dead horse to a supervisory position.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Caught in the Act!
Hello, Ella here. It's been a long time since I've talked to you. My grammy says that lots of people look at my pictures and tell me how adorable I am. Thank you. Since I've learned how to walk and run, I find all kinds of fun things to do. One day when Daddy and Mommy weren't looking, I found this pretty box. When I looked inside, there were these white things, and I pulled one out, and then another one, and then another, and they just kept coming. I had so much fun. My daddy laughed when he saw me.
The doctor said I have a very bad bug in my throat, and I'm going to have to be on medicine for a month. That's a long time for such a little girl. My mommy and daddy, and Grammy and Aunt Sarah hope I get rid of that nasty bug and that it doesn't make me too sick.Oh yes, my grammy is coming to see me in October for the whole month. She tells me she can hardly wait.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
9/11
September 11, a day that we compare to December 7...a day that will forever live in infamy. Or has it? We were united for a while, and then everyone started blaming somebody else and pointing fingers. Shame on us.
There are two blogs I've read today that I recommend to you. My Gentle Retreat has words of a song about 9/11 that I hadn't heard before. She has put the words there. And then Dr. Bob has a stirring post with those photos that should be on the front page of every newspaper again to remind us so that we never forget. Go there today.
There are two blogs I've read today that I recommend to you. My Gentle Retreat has words of a song about 9/11 that I hadn't heard before. She has put the words there. And then Dr. Bob has a stirring post with those photos that should be on the front page of every newspaper again to remind us so that we never forget. Go there today.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
A Wonderful Truth
Every morning when I open my e-mail there is a devotional there from Max Lucado. Sometimes I glance through it, and sometimes I am struck by the truth that is told so simply. This past week I read this thought.God is love. While some may love us because we're attractive or do nice things or they simply love us because of who we are. But He loves us because of who He is. He loves us because he has decided to. We don't cause him to love us; He loves us because He is love.
The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.
When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race
—The saints’ and angels’ song.
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints' and angels' song!
taken from Cyberhymnal.org
Football really is NOT all there is right now
Well, it was a good day for Penn State, but not a good day for Notre Dame or Michigan. I won't say any more.
This past week we found out that Anthony's leukemia cells have come back and are multiplying. He had just been cleared to go back to school. Prior to that he and his brother had blood work done at Cincinnati Children's Hospital, and the doctor called this past week and said that Anthony must return to the hospital after Labor Day. Apparently another bone marrow transplant is necessary. They still have some of the cells that they saved from the first one. I don't know exactly when this will take place.
The tumor in Sarah's cat continues to grow. The surgeon says it would not do to operate again. Treatments are prohibitive in cost, and there would be no guarantee, so...
I've never written about Leland before. His parents came to Haiti to work in 1972 soon after I left. Their son Leland was always sickly, and so they brought him to the States where he was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis. Seven years ago he had a double lung transplant, and since that time he has gone through rejection a couple of times. About a month ago, we got an e-mail that during a bronchial biopsy, it was discovered he was showing signs of rejection again. He traveled up to Duke for treatment. That is where he had his transplant. The doctor said that the medicine he would use was not usually used a third time, but that was the choice. He is now out of the hospital and getting ready to come back to Florida on the 15th. He sent an e-mail in which he speaks of his "lungevity." I'd like to share a bit of it with you.
"Just wanted to let you know what was going on, where I've been, & why the heck I'm not in South Florida at the moment. This info is straight from the rabbit's mouth. As a result of my bronchoscopy biopsy on 8/13/07, my lungs have shown signs of rejection & infection.
Therefore, I am in the DUKE University Hospital area being treated for both. Primary medications in this "treatment" are: IV rATG (rabbit antithymocyte globulin), IV Ganciclovir & Inhaled Tobi (Tobramycin). If I start craving carrots & hopping everywhere. it must've worked!Despite all that, I continue to FEEL GREAT! My lungs are functioning @ 99% & I have no fever or shortness of breath which are 2 critical signs concerning rejection/infection in Lung Transplantation. Praise GOD & thank Duke!
I'll try not to bore you (or myself) with the details unless you write back & want them.Bottom line. I'd appreciate your prayers for the following:
***That I will move to the MIDDLE of God's Good, Pleasing & Perfect Will.
***For the wisdom of my doctors & all those who are involved in my healthcare.
***The treatment/medication will do what it is SUPPOSED to do without damaging my organs or causing any harmful side affects.
***Any / ALL medications will be lowered &/or discontinued. ie. NO MORE Imuran!
***My PBC Youth for Christ Students, Staff & Fellow Youth Workers as they cover for me in my absence.
Relying on THE Great Physician & in the meantime, this JESUS Freak is STILL Kickin.
Please don't be offended if I don't hug you, shake your hand or do the hokey pokey with you. I need a few weeks of infection-free human interaction."
I've never met Leland, but I'd love too. I love his attitude and outlook.
This past week we found out that Anthony's leukemia cells have come back and are multiplying. He had just been cleared to go back to school. Prior to that he and his brother had blood work done at Cincinnati Children's Hospital, and the doctor called this past week and said that Anthony must return to the hospital after Labor Day. Apparently another bone marrow transplant is necessary. They still have some of the cells that they saved from the first one. I don't know exactly when this will take place.
The tumor in Sarah's cat continues to grow. The surgeon says it would not do to operate again. Treatments are prohibitive in cost, and there would be no guarantee, so...
I've never written about Leland before. His parents came to Haiti to work in 1972 soon after I left. Their son Leland was always sickly, and so they brought him to the States where he was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis. Seven years ago he had a double lung transplant, and since that time he has gone through rejection a couple of times. About a month ago, we got an e-mail that during a bronchial biopsy, it was discovered he was showing signs of rejection again. He traveled up to Duke for treatment. That is where he had his transplant. The doctor said that the medicine he would use was not usually used a third time, but that was the choice. He is now out of the hospital and getting ready to come back to Florida on the 15th. He sent an e-mail in which he speaks of his "lungevity." I'd like to share a bit of it with you.
"Just wanted to let you know what was going on, where I've been, & why the heck I'm not in South Florida at the moment. This info is straight from the rabbit's mouth. As a result of my bronchoscopy biopsy on 8/13/07, my lungs have shown signs of rejection & infection.
Therefore, I am in the DUKE University Hospital area being treated for both. Primary medications in this "treatment" are: IV rATG (rabbit antithymocyte globulin), IV Ganciclovir & Inhaled Tobi (Tobramycin). If I start craving carrots & hopping everywhere. it must've worked!Despite all that, I continue to FEEL GREAT! My lungs are functioning @ 99% & I have no fever or shortness of breath which are 2 critical signs concerning rejection/infection in Lung Transplantation. Praise GOD & thank Duke!
I'll try not to bore you (or myself) with the details unless you write back & want them.Bottom line. I'd appreciate your prayers for the following:
***That I will move to the MIDDLE of God's Good, Pleasing & Perfect Will.
***For the wisdom of my doctors & all those who are involved in my healthcare.
***The treatment/medication will do what it is SUPPOSED to do without damaging my organs or causing any harmful side affects.
***Any / ALL medications will be lowered &/or discontinued. ie. NO MORE Imuran!
***My PBC Youth for Christ Students, Staff & Fellow Youth Workers as they cover for me in my absence.
Relying on THE Great Physician & in the meantime, this JESUS Freak is STILL Kickin.
Please don't be offended if I don't hug you, shake your hand or do the hokey pokey with you. I need a few weeks of infection-free human interaction."
I've never met Leland, but I'd love too. I love his attitude and outlook.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Church Cats
A mother looked out a window and saw Johnny playing church with their three kittens. He had them lined up and was preaching to them. The mother turned around to do some work.
A while later she heard meowing and scratching on the door. She went to the window and saw Johnny baptizing the kittens. She opened the window and said, "Johnny, stop that! You'll drown those kittens."
Johnny looked at her and said with much conviction in his voice: "They should had thought of that before they joined my church."
With thanks to Pastor Tim.
A while later she heard meowing and scratching on the door. She went to the window and saw Johnny baptizing the kittens. She opened the window and said, "Johnny, stop that! You'll drown those kittens."
Johnny looked at her and said with much conviction in his voice: "They should had thought of that before they joined my church."
With thanks to Pastor Tim.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Football, football, football
First of all, it is too hot to go to a football game in August in Florida. A couple of years ago, my friend Peggy asked me if I'd like to get a season's ticket for the local high school team. I thought, "Why not?" So I got those tickets and went to the first game, which was some time in August...hot and humid. It was hot sitting in those bleachers. I can't begin to imagine what it was like on the field for the football players and for the members of the band in those uniforms.
I had not been to a high school football game since 1959 when I was a senior in high school. Returning to the stadium just a few blocks from my home where I had watched football games since I was a child was a real eye opener. When I was in high school, we were still segregated, so everything was lily white. Girls came to the games reasonably attired. I won't say any more here. Vicki recently went to a Cubs game at Wrigley field and described quite well some of the attire there. If you read her description, you can transpose that here...maybe not quite so bad.
I had tickets last year, but I did not use many of them since I went to be with my son and his family in Virginia. So I'm trying again this year. Did I think it would be cooler? Not really, but I was hoping. Friday night when I went, there was a little bit of a breeze, but it quieted down. The game was not too exciting either. The home team, one of the larger high schools in the county was playing another high school, which is not nearly as large and has a hard time fielding a good team. So the game was not too interesting. I left after half-time and came home to my cool house and got geared up for Saturday's game.
When my son went to Penn State, I began following the Nittany Lions and have, since 1998, watched their games with Penn State alums and friends at a sports bar in Sarasota. It's always a great time, especially when the favorite team is winning. They've had some rough years lately, but seem to be on the upswing again. Yesterday was a game between a storied team and FIU, a commuter university in Miami that only instituted a football program in 2002. I believe the newspaper said that they had not won a game at all last season. The game ended up being a blowout for Penn State (59-0.) JoePa tries not to run up the score, but even with the third string team in, they scored.
The favorite moment of the day was when the game was over, and the TV switched over to the last few moments of the Michigan-Appalachian State game. Wow! That was probably Penn State's favorite moment. (Sorry, Vicki, if you're reading this.) One article said this morning that Michigan probably figured this game would be a tuneup for the regular conference play. They got the shock of their lives. As one Penn Stater said, "You know good and well that when we play them, they're going to be madder than h*ll."
I asked someone when I first started watching the games why these smaller schools play the big boys, and the answer was "money." I read this morning that Appalachian State took home $400,000 from the game.
Everyone was saying, "Where is Appalachian State?" I would have won the trivia prize yesterday. Back when, Appalachian State was Appalachian State Teachers College, and it was located in Boone, North Carolina. (It still is.) Teachers from Florida would go there in the summers to work on graduate degrees because they could escape the Florida heat and go to school at the same time. Not a bad idea!
As has often been said, anyone can be beaten on any given day.
And for all the undue emphasis on athletics, I still love it. I love college football. I even love baseball, even the Tampa Bay Rays, who one of these days, are going to win lots of games.
I had not been to a high school football game since 1959 when I was a senior in high school. Returning to the stadium just a few blocks from my home where I had watched football games since I was a child was a real eye opener. When I was in high school, we were still segregated, so everything was lily white. Girls came to the games reasonably attired. I won't say any more here. Vicki recently went to a Cubs game at Wrigley field and described quite well some of the attire there. If you read her description, you can transpose that here...maybe not quite so bad.
I had tickets last year, but I did not use many of them since I went to be with my son and his family in Virginia. So I'm trying again this year. Did I think it would be cooler? Not really, but I was hoping. Friday night when I went, there was a little bit of a breeze, but it quieted down. The game was not too exciting either. The home team, one of the larger high schools in the county was playing another high school, which is not nearly as large and has a hard time fielding a good team. So the game was not too interesting. I left after half-time and came home to my cool house and got geared up for Saturday's game.
When my son went to Penn State, I began following the Nittany Lions and have, since 1998, watched their games with Penn State alums and friends at a sports bar in Sarasota. It's always a great time, especially when the favorite team is winning. They've had some rough years lately, but seem to be on the upswing again. Yesterday was a game between a storied team and FIU, a commuter university in Miami that only instituted a football program in 2002. I believe the newspaper said that they had not won a game at all last season. The game ended up being a blowout for Penn State (59-0.) JoePa tries not to run up the score, but even with the third string team in, they scored.
The favorite moment of the day was when the game was over, and the TV switched over to the last few moments of the Michigan-Appalachian State game. Wow! That was probably Penn State's favorite moment. (Sorry, Vicki, if you're reading this.) One article said this morning that Michigan probably figured this game would be a tuneup for the regular conference play. They got the shock of their lives. As one Penn Stater said, "You know good and well that when we play them, they're going to be madder than h*ll."
I asked someone when I first started watching the games why these smaller schools play the big boys, and the answer was "money." I read this morning that Appalachian State took home $400,000 from the game.
Everyone was saying, "Where is Appalachian State?" I would have won the trivia prize yesterday. Back when, Appalachian State was Appalachian State Teachers College, and it was located in Boone, North Carolina. (It still is.) Teachers from Florida would go there in the summers to work on graduate degrees because they could escape the Florida heat and go to school at the same time. Not a bad idea!
As has often been said, anyone can be beaten on any given day.
And for all the undue emphasis on athletics, I still love it. I love college football. I even love baseball, even the Tampa Bay Rays, who one of these days, are going to win lots of games.
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