Thursday, September 23, 2004

The Seven Dwarfs

Six of the seven dwarfs are sitting around the house one day . . .

. . . when Sleepy rushes in and says, "Guess what guys, I've won a trip to see the Pope!"

Everyone gets all excited and chants, "We finally get to ask him! We finally get to ask him!!"

The next day, they are standing in front of the Pope, Dopey out in front of the other six. All the other six start pushing Dopey and saying, "Go ahead, Dopey, ask him, ask him!"

The Pope looks at Dopey and asks, "Do you have a question to ask me, young man?"

Dopey looks up shyly and says, "Well, yes."

The Pope tells him to go ahead and ask.

Dopey asks, "Well, they have nuns in Alaska?"

The Pope replies, "Well, yes, I'm sure we have nuns in Alaska."

The others all keep nudging Dopey and chanting, "Ask him the rest, Dopey, ask him the rest!"

The Pope asks Dopey if there's more to his question, and Dopey continues, "Well, uh, do they have, uh, black nuns in Alaska?"

To which the Pope replies, "Well, my son, I think there must be a few black nuns in Alaska, yes."

Still not satisfied, the others keep saying, "Ask him the last part, Dopey, ask him the last part!"

The Pope asks Dopey, "Is there still more to your question?"

To which Dopey replies, "Well, uh, yeah.....are there, uh, are there any midget black nuns in Alaska?"

The startled Pope replies, "Well, no, my son, I really don't think there are any midget black nuns in Alaska."

At this, Dopey turns all kinds of colors, and the others start laughing, and yelling, "Dopey kissed a penguin! Dopey kissed a penguin! Dopey kissed a penguin!"

Monday, September 20, 2004

Must have ....

... salty foods!

I'm such a salt addict. I know, I know, it's bad for me. I try to fool myself and say my blood pressure is low, but I've noticed it has gone up a few points (?) in the last few years. But salt is so yummy! Life would be boring without it.

Okay, so for all you who use this blogspot thingy, do you have the same problem I do? It takes me ten minutes every time to figure how to add a new post. I'll figure it out some day. In about fifteen years.

On a side note, the big event at work went well today! But, it reminded me why I got out of conferences. So much work and stress for a one-day event. I'd much rather invest that time and effort into a classroom of children and their future.


Only eleven months until my birthday.


Tuesday, September 14, 2004

My Redeemer is Faithful and True

Phooey. I started this post then hit a wrong button on my mouse and lost it. Let's try it again.

This is an old Steven Curtis Chapman song (1987, I think). Thanks, Cris, for first introducing me to SCC! Our local Christian station, WGTS 91.9, plays it every so often. And I love it. It's cheesey, but I get teary-eyed when I think about how faithful and true He has been to us this past year. Last summer was a low time for me emotionally; I really struggled with irritability and such. I saw a Christian counselor weekly for several months but discontinued the sessions due to insurance issues. It was, and continues to be, a huge revelation to me that, even though I am saved by God's grace, I am still human and therefore will never be perfect. God made me and knows my many, many imperfections. He does not wish for me to stay as I am, though, and brings situations and people into my life to guide me to holiness. (A great book, by the way, is Sacred Marriage by Gary Thomas. The subtitle is something like, "What if God intended for marriage to make us holy, not happy?". I picked it up from the library right after Ryan's accident, and let me tell you, that was not a happy time for me. God used the time of caring for Ryan's needs to shape me and mold me.)

Here are the lyrics to the song:

As I look back on the road I've travelled,
I see so many times He carried me through;
And if there's one thing that I've learned in my life,
My Redeemer is faithful and true.
My Redeemer is faithful and true.

My Redeemer is faithful and true.
Everything He has said He will do,
And every morning His mercies are new.
My Redeemer is faithful and true.

My heart rejoices when I read the promise
'There is a place I am preparing for you.'
I know someday I'll see my Lord face to face,
'Cause my Redeemer is faithful and true.
My Redeemer is faithful and true.


And in every situation He has proved His love to me;
When I lack the understanding, He gives more grace to me.


PS - Trish, is the ?". right after the book subtitle? :)

Friday, September 10, 2004

NFL Football


And so the four months of "football-widowhood" begins. This year I let Ryan talk me into joining a fantasy football league. ("It will give us more to talk about," he says. "It will be fun," he says. What was I thinking? Football is ALL he talks about from September through January. I just nod and smile. Fun. Yeah.)

I dropped off our recycling at the East Street place yesterday because there was no pickup on Monday. And I recycle rather ... ambitiously. Three bags of paper, one bag of cans, and an overflowing blue bin. (It was two weeks worth, I swear!) Anyway, this older man pulled up as I was dropping off our stuff. He, too, had many bags of recyclables, and was talking on his cell phone to someone about the virtues of recycling. I noticed as he drove away that he had several "Save the Environment" type bumper stickers plastered on his vehicle ... a triple-sized, extra-long, extra-wide SUV.

Irony. For those of you who don't get it, i-r-o-n-y.

(It's late. I'm entitled to be ... like this. And use a bunch of ...s.)

(That was ...s as in, dot-dot-dots. Ellipses. Not a swear word.)

Edit: This originally posted as 1:16 a.m. It's 12 a.m. I dunno how to change the time zone.

Saturday, September 04, 2004

And kitty makes four...

We're getting a new kitten!! Someone dropped off five kittens at a coworker's house and he's trying to find homes for them. He already has five cats of his own! Anyway, if anyone lives out here and would like a kitty, let me know. I already have the name picked out - Avery. (No, not after the paper products. I just like the name.) I wanted to get a boy kitty but Ryan says we have to get a girl kitty. He thinks all boy cats are like Mason. For those of you who knew Mason, I'm sorry. He was the evil, psycho, devil-cat from you-know-where that Michelle, Carollyn and I had at our Villabrook apartment. Mason loved to lay under the sofa on his back and use his claws to scoot from one end to the other. Evil cat. So, we're getting another girl kitty. I hope this will break Davis of her snobby, only-cat syndrome.

Ryan's friend Jen just got two kittens and named them Tim and Charlie. Here are some pictures. And Sara got a kitten recently, too, but I haven't seen pictures or heard a name yet.