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September 30, 2005

Friday's Feast VI

The feast.

Appetizer
When was the last time you visited a hospital? I donated blood about a year and a half ago. In Colorado Springs.

Soup
On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being highest, how ambitious are you? I'm about a 5.

Salad
Make a sentence using the letters of a body part. (Example: (mouth) My other ukelele tings healthily.) Finally, I now grab every ring. That's a bad one. Here's another: Sugar, candy and popcorn ultimately leave amazement. Ok, better, but not great.

Main Course
If you were to start a club, what would the subject matter be, and what would you name it? I wouln't start a club. I was left out of too many when I was a little kiddo.

Dessert
What color is the carpet/flooring in your home? Ick. Beige, with stains. It's an apartment.

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Blogthing Frenzy III

I always wanted a cat. But I'm allergic to them.

adopt your own virtual pet!

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September 29, 2005

complimentary sister

Good Morning Worker*-
This is the exam that I finished last night. Look at it and see what you think. Tear it apart and look for typos. Whatever you need to do. And see if the structure and organization is right. Thanks so much for doing this for me. You are the pro at it!
Love you!
Sister**

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Blogthing Frenzy II

You Passed the US Citizenship Test

Congratulations - you got 8 out of 10 correct!

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September 28, 2005

HP Thoughts IV

As Harry took off his glasses and clombed into his four-poster, he imagined how it must feel to have parents still living but unable to recognize you. He often got sympathy form strangers for being an orphan, but as he listened to Nevile's snores, he thought that Neville deserved it more than he did. Lying in the darness, Harry felt a rush of anger and hate toward the people who had tortured Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom....He remembered the jeers of the crowd as Crouch's son and his companions had been dragged from the court by the dementors...He understood how they had felt...Then he remembered the milk-white face of the screaming boy and realized with a jolt that he had died a year later...

It was Voldemort, Harry thought, staring up at the canopy of his bed in the darkness, it all came back to Voldemort....He was the one who had torn those families apart, who had ruined all those lives....

HP IV, p. 607

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Blogthing Frenzy I

I was going to put about 15 different blogthings here, but it looked stupid. So, this is the first of a series. Stay tuned for the rest!

Your Superhero Profile

Your Superhero Name is The Ruby Finger Your Superpower is Psychic Your Weakness is Chocolate Your Weapon is Your Ice Axe Your Mode of Transportation is Scooter

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Question for Servers/"Waiters" and "Waitresses"

Sometimes recently when I've been to dinner, having a Serious Conversation with Husband (read: I'm crying and he's awkward because I'm crying in public), it's irritating when the Server rushes up with a tray of water glasses for someone else and bellows "And how are we doing here? Everything tasting good?"

If a customer is crying at the table and the date is trying to comfort her (as opposed to beating her/otherwise causing the weepiness), DON'T BELLOW CHEERFULLY AT YOUR PATRONS!

Please.

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It's Tuesday; The Weekend is Just Around the Corner

It's actually Wednesday.

When I was a Senior in College, my Fall semester, I had a class called Secondary Educational Methods. It was a tough class, but I only had 12 credits that semester (though 3 of them were my SIP). I was a very undisciplined student, so I was way behind on my assignments list.

The professor sat down with the few of us that were in that boat, explained that we still had 2/3 of the semester left, and encouraged us to get on the ball! He said "The weekend is just around the corner."

We all looked at each other (the students in shame that we let it get to that and the professer in stern reproof) and I said "How can the weekend be just around the corner? It's Tuesday." He looked at me and blinked, then said, "You're right. Well, time sure does fly."

It's my contention ever since then that Mondays are the only truly sane days of the week. The rest are just days we scramble to get business done before the weekend comes and all the normal businesses (banks, doctors, &c.) are closed.

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Ooooh I always wanted a hedgehog he's so cute!

adopt your own virtual pet!

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September 23, 2005

Overheard...Well, Just Heard

Mother-in-Law returned to our table at the restaurant and said, "It's hard to learn Italian when the toilet is flushing."

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Friday's Feast V

This one is from here.

Appetizer
Name something someone has done lately that impressed you. Sister is a graduate student in physical therapy and works so hard on her classes. She also does the housekeeping stuff. She takes care of the family budget for her and Brother-in-Law. And her husband is temporarily living in Nashville for his job. She travels to visit him (or he comes to her in Northern Georgia) every weekend. This impresses me, mainly because it's really tough on her and she makes a point not to complain.

Soup
Do you have any relaxing rituals? Yes. If so, what are they? I brew a pot of tea and drink it with some tea-appropriate cookies and a book. With soothing music playing and candles burning. Sometimes I involve the bathtub with hot water in it.

Salad
If you could spend the winter season somewhere other than your current location, where would you choose to stay? Hawaii. But it's so far away. Oh well, it's warm.

Main Course
When was the last time you had dinner out, and what was the name of the restaurant? Husband and I went with Sister and Brother-in-Law to Taco Mac a week ago today.

Dessert
If you had a boat, what would you name it? I don't know! Ummmm, definitely NOT "Redneck Yacht"! How about "the speedboat"? Yeah, or just "the yacht".

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Kilted Studliness

Friday is 'casual day' at Husband's school, so he's excused from the conservative-trousers-button-up-shirt-and-tie dress code for male teachers. In the past he's worn his Western clothes (jeans! big belt buckle! shirts with pearly snaps! worn-leather cowboy boots! oh my!) or maybe jeans and a polo shirt.

Today he wore his kilt outfit.

He got it all ready last night. He hasn't worn it since our honeymoon (he wore a verrrrrry attractive rented kilt outfit at our wedding. Before we trekked off to the honeymoon destination, we stopped at a friends' home for him to change into his own kilt outfit. That way the rented kilt outfit was returned on time), when he wore it to check into the hotel.

So the flashes were wrinkled and so were the ribbons on his hat. I ironed them last night, melted the hat-ribbons a little, but they looked good. And he looked really good this morning!

His tradition is to play some sort of Scottish music when he gets kilted out, so I eventually stumbled out of bed when he was done with shaving and putting contacts in and all his Phase I part of morning preparations...I stumbled into the living room and played Bagpipe Music and cranked it (our neigbors are Deaf so they don't mind). He perked up immediately and as I put his egg salad sandwiches together, he put his clothes on. I came back to the bedroom, grabbed my clothes, and sat on the recliner to get dressed. Lucky me, Husband was adjusting his sporran (the purse-thing) right in front of me, so I got to look at him.

He grinned because he saw me staring at him, and said, "You're so good for my ego." He's such a stud but hasn't had anyone devoted to affirming his studliness, so it's nice for him to have me noticing his studliness and general hotness and attractiveness.

He stands taller when he's kilted out.
He wore a kilt to propose to me.
He walked into the school building today (in front of his students) wearing a kilt (which looks a lot like a skirt!) and carrying diapers (for the school baby-stuff drive).
He's such a cool guy. And (lucky me!), on top of it all, he smells good.

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September 21, 2005

Giiiiilmoooooooooore Giiiiirls!

H-whoa-man. I love this show.

Last year in Central Pennsylvania, I had friends (M & H) whose home I would invade once a week for dinner and The Amazing Race (or dinner and Survivor). Well, Amazing Race was on Tuesday nights at 9, so we had to watch something between the end of dinner and Amazing Race.

H is a big Gilmore Girls fan, so we watched that. I loved it.

I love how deadpan everyone is. I love how silly they are with what they take seriously. I love how the dialogue is so fast and silly and funny and just funny. I love how Rory and Lorelai get along, and how they are confused and certain and figuring it out.

Two weeks ago, the WB showed the last two episodes of last season's Girls. Last week was the new season (woohoo!), in which Rory moved into her grandparents' pool house (which Grandma soon redecorated), went to court but lost (she stole a boat last season) -- now she has to do 300 hours of community service in 6 months -- also Lorelai proposed to Luke and he said yes...then he proposed to her in the moonlight with a beautiful ring.

Last night Rory began her community service. Her car is still impounded so she had to interrupt Grandma's DAR meeting to get Grandma to drive her (which Founding Father do you thing would be the best lover? Your complexion is beautiful! You're porcelain! You'll match our drapes when you start working for us), heard Grandma's suggestions at avoiding fights with the prisoners (don't go to community service with your Fight Face on).

Lorelai, meanwhile, was doing laundry and walked into her bedroom but the wall was missing! Her future brother-in-law who is a wanna be contractor took a sledgehammer to it so that he could repair it and get some experience. She bought a dog (defensively. Apparently she killed a gerbil, a turtle, and a parrot during her childhood) named Coco, which was a rescue dog (he's afraid of people watching him eat, going down stairs, words beginning with the letter Q, people who drink out of bottles, and other names. Lorelai is going to ease him into the name Paul Anka over the next few months. When she carried him down the stairs and onto the sidewalk, she discovered he's also afraid of mailboxes). She got mad at Luke for telling Rory about the engagement.

Whew. It's a good show. Tune in, people. Tuesdays, 8pm, the WB.

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September 20, 2005

The Fantasy Story

Although millions of Christians have delighted in the Narnia stories, I have encountered several and heard of others who shy away from any form of fantasy literature containing magic or real-world impossibilities. They mistrust such stories as conveyors of truth or treat them as escapism from reality. Lewis himself encountered the same attitude and effectively laid to rest such ovjections by showing how such tales can be "truer" than much of what children read in contemporary fiction. ...He saw the way in which the realistic story addresses wish fulfillment as dangerous and egocentric. Children run to them to escape the humiliation and disappointments they encounter in tye real world. They pleasure they get consists of picturing themselves as the objects of admiration--all flattery to the ego.

The longing aroused by the fantastic tale is quite different. The boy reading such a story does not really desire the dangers of dragons and giants and ogres and enchanters. His desire is diffused over the entire world he enters, and it's impossible to indentify any single object as the focus of it. The whole magical aura of castles, knights, spells, woods, mist-shrouded mountains, dwarfs, caves, courage, and honor draws him. As Lewis said, "It stirs him and troubles him...with the dim sense of something beyond his reach and, far from dulling or emptying the actual world, gives it a new dimension of depth. He does not despise real woods because he had read of enchanted woods: the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted."

Addressing the charge that fantasy literature is escapism, Tolkien asked Lewis, "What class of men would you expect to be the most preoccupied with, and most hostile to, the idea of escape?" The answer: jailers. Lewis described the Christian life as warfare in which Christians lived in enemy-occupied territory. Naturally our enemies would oppose our escape; they would condemn any sort of reading that opens the door and shows us the glofy of our true commander, inspiring us to rally to him and throw off the yoke of oppression.

--Thomas Williams, The Heart of the Chronicles of Narnia. pp. xviii-xix.

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Saturday's Party

I hosted a dinner party Saturday evening. I had 10 guests, which made 12 the number of mouths I was feeding.

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Mom's Lasagna

It tasted just like Mom's when I made it!!

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September 19, 2005

I am a Winner!

I skipped game number 86 and beat 87!

Now I am not a loser. Hooray!

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My Reading List

Oh yeah, chronic book starter, I dig the pain.

Read my list:

The Passion of Jesus Christ (John Piper)
How to Read the Psalms (Tremper Longman III)
The Killer Angels (Michael Shaara)
They Came to Baghdad (Agatha Christie)
Year of Wonder: A Novel of the Plague (Geraldine Brooks)
HP IV (J. K. Rowling)
The Heart of the Chronicles of Narnia: Knowing Him Here by Finding Him There (Thomas Williams)
Danzig Passage (Bodie Thoene [pronounced Tay-Knee])
Bed and Board (Robert Farrar Capon)
Finding God in the Land of Narnia (Kurt Bruner & Jim Ware)
Through Gates of Splendour (Elisabeth Eliot)
The Measure of a Woman (Gene A. Getz)
Boys and Girls Learn Differently!: A Guide for Parents and Teachers (Michael Gurian)
A Fine Young Man (Michael Gurian)
A Tribe Apart: A Journey into the Heart of American Adolescence (Patricia Hersch)
Knitting: A Novel (Anne Bartlett)
The Cross and the Crescent: Understanding the Muslim Heart and Mind (Phil Parshall)
The Music of His Promises: Listening to God with Love, Trust, and Obedience (Elisabeth Eliot)
They Shall Know Our Velocity! (Dave Eggers)

Whew! That's 18 books! Not as many as you, but still, quite a few. Well, I'll get to it...

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September 17, 2005

FreeCell Game #86

I've been going through all the FreeCell games one at a time, and I've solved all of them through game 85. But I'm stuck on game 86. This is a tough one!

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September 16, 2005

Heard on the Radio: Confusing and/or misleading advertising

I rarely listen to any music stations anymore...at least the poppy-cutesy-high school stations...so Wednesday when I was listening to Kiss/Kixx FM I heard this snippet of commercial, I laughed.

[Some woman is extolling the benefits of her weight loss pill.] "In six months, I lost 50 pounds," she cheerily tells us, "and lost 10 3/4 inches off my entire body."

What? She lost a foot of height? She lost 10.75 inches off her diameter? circumference? radius? What does she mean, off her entire body?

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Friday's Feast IV

Taken from here.

Appetizer
Do your closer friends tend to be male or female? Why do you think that is?

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September 13, 2005

Missionaries

So many missionaries, intent on doing something, forget that His [God's] main work is to make something of them, not just to do a work by their stiff and bungling fingers.

--Jim Eliot, Shadow of the Almighty, p. 179

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Death and Love

[Death] is a warning to any of us who love. We should love hard, and not casually; fervently, playfully, and simply, never heavily or slowly. Slovenly loving makes for wearisome living. ...If you ever love, Jane, love like a school girl with giggles and sighs, and keep love alive by consciously keeping wonder and surprise at the core of it. For many 'young-marrieds' get used to it after a year or two, because they think they have to. For me, I can't afford that with Betty. I've got to make it last and last. I have not found it hard, but I have found that love is not effortless. It needs control and direction.

Jim Eliot, Shadow of the Almighty, pp. 177-78.

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The Will of God

The will of God is always a bigger thing than we bargain for, but we must believe that whatever it involves, it is good, acceptable, and perfect.

--Jim Eliot, The Shadow of the Almighty, p. 166

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God's Moral Goodness

In reading the Scriptures I find a great moral power. Therein I am made aware of two great forces for good in human experience: the fear of God and the grace of God. Without the fear of God I would not stop at doing evil; the fear of God restrains. Without the grace of God I would have no desire to approach positive goodness. The one is a dererrent from evil; the other is an encouragement to good.

--Jim Eliot, Shadow of the Almighty, pp. 155-56

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The Past

The past is gone, and I am glad, both for its going and for the way it went. God has led in, through, and out, by the best route possible, we may believe. I am particularly conscious of the Christian's right to expect events to be exactly timed for good. 'As for God, His way is perfect.'

--Jim Eliot, Shadow of the Almighty, p. 153

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September 10, 2005

Art Museum 'Deep Thoughts'

Expressing his initial ideas for a new home for the Contemporary Art Museum St. Louis, Cloepfil commented, "In making space for contemporary art, the architecture must first serve the artist; not by attempting to render a 'background' for the art, but by providing the artist with a specific spatial presence, an intentional vacancy that achieves meaning through the art itself." --Cloepfil. Emphasis mine.

Cloepfil, Brad. Contemporary Art Museum St. Louis. 10 Sep 2005. . Click here for the site.

So. What if my life is an art museum for someone else's art? It is! God calls me to do good works so that he would be glorified.

God, make my life an intentional vacancy so that others notice you, not me. Let me be emptied of self so that you would be exalted. And let it be in a quieter way than this architect designed his museum. Let me be truly invisible compared to the wonder and glory that you are, and let me not make a big deal about how I want you to be glorified in me. Just be my masterpiece and I'll be your spotlight, your frame, your setting, your display case. You must become greater and I must become less.

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Finally, Devotions: 1st from Ephesians

I've been pretty lax in my devotions lately, so I'm setting time aside today to get it done for sure.

Here's the salutation in Ephesians:

Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by the will of God, to the saints in Ephesus, the faithful in Christ Jesus: Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. (Eph 1:1-2 NIV)

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The Broken Road

I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you
Every long lost dream lead me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

I think about the years I spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Every long lost dream lead me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

--Rascal Flatts, The Broken Road

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September 09, 2005

The Royal-Norcross

My Brother-in-Law's brother is a new gallery owner.

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Wonderful Grace of Jesus

Wonderful grace of Jesus,
Greater than all my sin;
How shall my tongue describe it,
Where shall its praise begin?
Taking away my burden,
Setting my spirit free;
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.

Wonderful the matchless grace of Jesus,
Deeper than the mighty rolling sea;
Wonderful grace, all sufficient for me, for even me.
Broader than the scope of my transgressions,
Greater far than all my sin and shame,
O magnify the precious Name of Jesus.
Praise His Name!

Wonderful grace of Jesus,
Reaching to all the lost,
By it I have been pardoned,
Saved to the uttermost,
Chains have been torn asunder,
Giving me liberty;
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.

Wonderful the matchless grace of Jesus,
Deeper than the mighty rolling sea;
Wonderful grace, all sufficient for me, for even me.
Broader than the scope of my transgressions,
Greater far than all my sin and shame,
O magnify the precious Name of Jesus.
Praise His Name!

Wonderful grace of Jesus,
Reaching the most defiled,
By its transforming power,
Making him God’s dear child,
Purchasing peace and heaven,
For all eternity;
And the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.

Wonderful the matchless grace of Jesus,
Deeper than the mighty rolling sea;
Wonderful grace, all sufficient for me, for even me.
Broader than the scope of my transgressions,
Greater far than all my sin and shame,
O magnify the precious Name of Jesus.
Praise His Name!

--Haldor Lillenas

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Chocolate Eclair

This is Husband's favorite dessert. It's easy. And yummy.

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2 Month Anniversary

Two months ago today, Husband and I married.

I love you, Husband. Since last month, I've learned more about why I love you. Here are some new reasons:

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Balance

Lord, give me firmness without hardness, steadfastness without dogmatism, love without weakness.

--Jim Eliot, in Shadow of the Almighty, page 110.

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Surprisingly Cool

Again, thanks to Donovan. It's kinesthetics!

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Musicals?

Movies that would be bad musicals. Inspired by Donovan. Thank you.

Braveheart
Chariots of Fire
Fried Green Tomatoes
The Hound of the Baskervilles
Paradise Road
Schindler's List
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Rush Hour 2

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Books to Read

Obviously this list is going to grow.

Pontifex, Frederick Buechner

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Friday's Feast III

Friday's Feast

Appetizer
Who is the easiest person for you to talk to?

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September 07, 2005

What is the deal with all these people dying?

First Noah Duble.

Then, practically the entire Gulf Coast.

Then Senor Smisson.

I just got an email from Dad saying that the Basketball Coach at my old high school died of a massive heart attack Monday. He was at my wedding (with his wife).

Oh, Jesus, come and make things ok! Come, Lord Jesus!

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September 05, 2005

Senor Smisson.

Senor Smisson, we in the WorkHouse will miss you.

See you soon!

And...it'll be ok. It'll all turn out ok in the end.

Come, Lord Jesus.

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Something Positive...

...about the devastation in our country.

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September 04, 2005

Love Anniversary

Today, one year ago, I started falling in love with Husband.

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September 03, 2005

Our First Real Date anniversary

On this day in history, Husband and I went on a for-real date. We were at the tail end of our weekend at Center Hill, and went on a hike.

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September 02, 2005

Out of Town

We are going to the Lake this weekend. Hopefully I'll be able to post my two cool Anniversary posts this weekend, but if not, check back on Monday to read up on What Happened a Year Ago.

Have fun.

thanks to all the laborers for their labor.

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Jumbo M&Ms

The commercial for the jumbo M&Ms always makes me giggle. The man is sitting at his desk in a cubicle farm and picks up big M&M to toss in into the air and catch it in his mouth. Unfortunately, its diameter is about 2 feet, and when it lands on his forehead, the man is knocked backward out of his office desk chair and onto the floor.

In the next scene, the man tosses the jumbo M&M into the air, but it hits a light fixture and all the lights in the office go out. The camera is stationary, so you don't see the light being smashed, and you don't hear the manager yell out the man's name ("Wilcox!"), but it's funny and makes me want to buy some Jumbos.

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First Date Anniversary

A year ago today Husband and I had our first ‘date.’

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This entry describes my thoughts also. You should read it and be enlightened.

Nole Me Tangere's September 1st entry.

Good read.

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September 01, 2005

Refugees in America?

My Dad was a refugee. He was born in a refugee camp in Germany in 1947, because his family fled Latvia in 1944 because the Soviets were coming to kick out the Nazis. (Who is worse, Soviets or Nazis? Flip a coin.) His sister was born on a table during an air raid. Nobody was there but Grandfather and Grandmother (of course) and the newly born Aunt. Everyone else ran to the air raid shelters. They all lived in Germany until 1951 when they finally got immigration sponsors and got on the last boat to America.

Dad was 4 when they got here to America. There were 5 of them: Grandmother, Grandfather, Dad, Aunt, and Great-Grandmother. They had the clothes on their backs and two trunks full of clothes and stuff. We still have the trunks in my parents' garage. That is all they had when they got here.

Dad was little, but he remembers being on the ship, eating a banana, sailing into the port that accepted him and his family. No, they did not have the archetypal "Look there's the Statue of Liberty let's go to Ellis Island" experience that so many immigrants had. They sailed in to the Port of New Orleans.

When I was about 9 or 10 or 11, my family took a road trip down to Florida. We drove along the Gulf Coast and took a dip south to New Orleans to see the port where Dad arrived as a four-year-old. We stood there and prayed together and thanked God for sparing Dad and his family from the terribleness of the Soviet Occupation in Latvia. Even though they had hard times as a family, they made it.

I had a friend in college who had lived in a refugee camp in Cote d'Ivoire for a while. He described some of the living conditions to me. I was horrified, of course, but in a distant way.

We are in America. This is the land of the free and the home of the brave. This is where the poor, the tired, the hungry come who yearn to be free and start new lives. This is America, and we should not have refugees here.

I just listened to a news report on NPR describing what life is like in the Superdome. The refugees are being bussed to Houston, but the Astrodome will soon be full, and then where will the refugees go? I can't imagine the kind of life the people in the Superdome are experiencing. This is America, people! For Pete's sake! How can we be living this way?

The people in New Orleans are behaving as badly as the inmates of the concentration camps were. The horror of the concentration camps came not only from the gas chambers, torture barracks, starvation, beatings, overcrowding, overwork, biological experiments, and everything we've grown up learning about, but also from the mistreatment of prisoners by each other! Instead of banding together to comfort and console one another, they turned on each other, wanting to suck the other prisoners into the same misery they were experiencing. It was as if, in some perverse way, the prisoners could expunge their own misery and suffering and regain a little bit of control over their own lives by making the others around them more miserable than they themselves were. Why are the pitiful and sad refugees of New Orleans making it so bad for the others around them, from fellow refugees to hospital workers to military/police officers? Refugees are shooting on police boats, they are attacking what few supply trucks come in, they are shooting on doctors and nurses in hospitals. What is wrong with us? Why can't we do any better than this?

Last year, I taught the play Anne Frank to my 8th grade class. I defy Anne or anyone to say, now, that "In spite of everything, people really are good at heart." She didn't see this; she lived in an attic for three years, away from degradation and sin and filthy wickedness when she wrote that statement; she didn't know.

Well, God told Adam and Eve that if they ate from the tree, they would sin. They knew evil and death and sin, and so do we. I don't want this knowledge anymore! It's too heavy. It's too terrible. It's too degrading. It's too much. It's too depraved.

Oh, Lord, Jesus Christ Son of God Savior, have mercy on us. Come, Lord Jesus. You will make all things new in the end. You are the victor. You are the Savior. You are the redeemer. You give us homes, eternal homes, homes in you. Come, Lord Jesus.

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Labor Day Weekend To-do List

Pack for the Lake
 Swimsuit
 Sarong
 Toiletries
 Flip flops
 Shorts, black
 Shorts, khaki
 Jeans
 Coral blouse
 White knit top
 Tropical t-shirt
 Pyjamas
 Blue filmy dress
 Wedding shoes
 Socks
 Books and Journals and fun pens
 Sewing Project Stuff...buy thread
 Cooler for ice cream

Prep for the Lake Birthday party
 Chocolate cake mix + all ingredients
 Chocolate icing
 Crystal cake pedestal
 Fun icing
 Cupcake papers
 Cupcake pan
 Other Birthday Stuff (it's a surprise!)
 Ice cream (on the way)
-----> find out what kind of icecream

Prep for The Monday Birthday party
 Chocolate cake mix
 Chocolate icing
 Fun Icing
 Birthday gift

 Clean up so the apt isn't depressing when you get home
 Make dinner: Leftovers! Clean out fridge
 Go to Husband's cross country meet: Find out when/where it is
 Job hunt some more: Internet
 Call Sister and ask her to bring her sewing machine
 Shopping List:
 2 Chocolate Cake Mixes
 2 Chocolate Icings
 Enough fun icings
 Cupcake papers
 Other birthday stuff (remember, the details are a surprise!)
 matching threads (bring fabric along, then)

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