James pulled into the drive at 8:45pm tonight ! He had to get a pass, because more than 150 miles from the fort, they need a pass. Hopefully, he will get to come home more weekends during this now six week course. But, like a child that went to camp---only two uniforms need washing. Lots of damp socks and underwear and exercise clothing. But, just two sweaty sets of diggies. (ACUs)
I vacuumed today, and cleaned toilets. And am reading the book about the Navy SEAL. I also tried to get most of our laundry done up, and folded, and got groceries at Walmart. When I drove through our local McDonalds for lunch and ordered a number 13, fish with no cheese, and no salt on the fries and water---the order taker recognized me and smiled and patted my arm. She is getting used to my quirky order, and word must have gotten back that I called in my thanks. When I called it in again today, the lady asked which McDonalds, and said they don't get positive calls very often. That is sad. When you order fish without cheese, and fries without salt, you are going to get fresh food.
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Friday, August 8, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Blogging
You know you are a blogging nerd when you drive down the street composing blogging ideas.
Today, whilst headed to the post office to mail off more dishrags of love to Ennis, and a birthday book to the niece, (only aunts give boring old books for birthday presents), I decided to head to the bank for quarters in case we go to north Dallas tonight. I found myself composing a blog about wearable grocery list labels. I have been trying to keep ahead of the new quarters for James' collection, and got their last roll of the new Arizona. Whoop. New quarters are much more fun to use. Hand them to a clerk, and they get excited, too.
Too many times now, I get to the store without the "want" list. Last night, to help me remember to stop and get a gallon of milk at Braums after church (right across the street from church), I tore off part of a label edge to put on my shirt. Bob found it funny that I was wearing a milk label on my chest, so I moved it to my arm. But, for us old folks, need wearable labels. Maybe I will pick up a package of "Hello, my name is..." labels. Then when folks notice: "Hello, my name is tp, oil and brake fluid" maybe, then I not forget what I came to shop for. The "Hello.." labels could also attach to my purse. I have tried clipping a 3x5 card to my purse with a clothespin, but the clothespin hurts under my arm.
And I want to remember how just last night, Bob did a lesson on Christ our Passover, and explored what Paul meant when writing to Gentiles in Corinth to celebrate Christ our Passover. He taught us the blessing said at Passover: Blessed be God Almighty Who brings forth bread from the earth. And how we celebrate by FAITH. When Jesus said, "eat my flesh and drink my blood" He meant that He is the Bread that comes down from heaven, and the Bread that ONLY God can bring forth from the grave. By faith in Him--trusting Him to do all He has promised, not by our gullibility, not by our work, and no boasting about ourselves. Boasting equals the leaven they were guilty of in Corinth. We need to beware the leaven, and lean on God daily. Not just at Passover. All the verses in Deuteronomy that talk about Passover, seen from the lense of the New Testament and the Gospels sing, resonate Christ. The original Passover foreshadowed the REAL Passover when Jesus died on the cross, the Lamb of God, on that Passover in 30 AD. It was easy to be amazed at the Deuteronomy verses---amazed how God declared so far ahead of time that He would proved THE lamb to take away the sins of the whole world.
Then, this morning, reading Trep's blog where Yonah repeated the blessing over his breakfast: Blessed be...who brings forth toast from the land. Toast is right, for when Jesus comes back, He will make toast of all Israel's enemies.
Today, whilst headed to the post office to mail off more dishrags of love to Ennis, and a birthday book to the niece, (only aunts give boring old books for birthday presents), I decided to head to the bank for quarters in case we go to north Dallas tonight. I found myself composing a blog about wearable grocery list labels. I have been trying to keep ahead of the new quarters for James' collection, and got their last roll of the new Arizona. Whoop. New quarters are much more fun to use. Hand them to a clerk, and they get excited, too.
Too many times now, I get to the store without the "want" list. Last night, to help me remember to stop and get a gallon of milk at Braums after church (right across the street from church), I tore off part of a label edge to put on my shirt. Bob found it funny that I was wearing a milk label on my chest, so I moved it to my arm. But, for us old folks, need wearable labels. Maybe I will pick up a package of "Hello, my name is..." labels. Then when folks notice: "Hello, my name is tp, oil and brake fluid" maybe, then I not forget what I came to shop for. The "Hello.." labels could also attach to my purse. I have tried clipping a 3x5 card to my purse with a clothespin, but the clothespin hurts under my arm.
And I want to remember how just last night, Bob did a lesson on Christ our Passover, and explored what Paul meant when writing to Gentiles in Corinth to celebrate Christ our Passover. He taught us the blessing said at Passover: Blessed be God Almighty Who brings forth bread from the earth. And how we celebrate by FAITH. When Jesus said, "eat my flesh and drink my blood" He meant that He is the Bread that comes down from heaven, and the Bread that ONLY God can bring forth from the grave. By faith in Him--trusting Him to do all He has promised, not by our gullibility, not by our work, and no boasting about ourselves. Boasting equals the leaven they were guilty of in Corinth. We need to beware the leaven, and lean on God daily. Not just at Passover. All the verses in Deuteronomy that talk about Passover, seen from the lense of the New Testament and the Gospels sing, resonate Christ. The original Passover foreshadowed the REAL Passover when Jesus died on the cross, the Lamb of God, on that Passover in 30 AD. It was easy to be amazed at the Deuteronomy verses---amazed how God declared so far ahead of time that He would proved THE lamb to take away the sins of the whole world.
Then, this morning, reading Trep's blog where Yonah repeated the blessing over his breakfast: Blessed be...who brings forth toast from the land. Toast is right, for when Jesus comes back, He will make toast of all Israel's enemies.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Tried to Get Errands Run Before It Hits 100 degrees
Found a pretty blouse at the fat lady shop getting more unmentionables.
Hobby Lobby's yarn supply was low. Picked up a few brown skeins.
A few more skeins at Walmart, and some groceries. Wish Griffin could see my frig now, as it is packed. (Eight year old nephew had exclaimed last week that I needed to stock up. I did. I am ready for you now bud---even have the natural cheetos!)
Line wrapped around Chick-fill-you-up, so I drove through McDonalds for a number 13, fish fillet with no cheese, no salt on the fries, and water. They are so friendly about my personalized order since I bragged on them online.
Came home all drippy, sweaty and put groceries away.
Took another bath and I have been feeding the washer and dryer.
Emailing friends, reading blogs, knitting---thankful for the AC and clean, dry clothes. And I am glad I am home to receive James' amazon order, and the books I ordered last week for Meredith's birthday, and for our granddaughter came, too.
Come on Edouaurdo---come on up here with your wind, cooler temps, and rain.
Hobby Lobby's yarn supply was low. Picked up a few brown skeins.
A few more skeins at Walmart, and some groceries. Wish Griffin could see my frig now, as it is packed. (Eight year old nephew had exclaimed last week that I needed to stock up. I did. I am ready for you now bud---even have the natural cheetos!)
Line wrapped around Chick-fill-you-up, so I drove through McDonalds for a number 13, fish fillet with no cheese, no salt on the fries, and water. They are so friendly about my personalized order since I bragged on them online.
Came home all drippy, sweaty and put groceries away.
Took another bath and I have been feeding the washer and dryer.
Emailing friends, reading blogs, knitting---thankful for the AC and clean, dry clothes. And I am glad I am home to receive James' amazon order, and the books I ordered last week for Meredith's birthday, and for our granddaughter came, too.
Come on Edouaurdo---come on up here with your wind, cooler temps, and rain.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Deep in the Heart of Texas
Quiet House
James drove on to his next leadership school, his next Fort. While he was home I think we went to all his favorite places to eat. And got errands done at the Transportation Regional Office here in town that I did not even know existed. We have lived here thirty years, and driven by this place accessible only by the feeder roads off 360 and I-30, but just assumed it was for the men who make the roads. Who knew you could get your registration or title there?? A sign on the door said they would no longer be bothering with personalized plates. But, those are easy to pick up downtown Fort Worth.
James said it is rumored that they will get to come home on weekends, so he is looking forward to that. We will give the washer a workout, and hopefully, he can bring back stuff he does not need, and pick up items that would be useful as his room at this fort looks mighty small. If moms designed barracks, there would be plenty of places to hang up sweaty exercise clothing to dry before throwing it in the laundry bag. Clothes drying racks or clothes lines. James sent pictures with his cell phone so I can picture the room. It looks like a small dorm room.
There is space under the bed, so if he is allowed to put the bed on cinderblocks, he would have even more space. But, this is only a seven week course, so as long as it is a place to cool off in the over one-hundred degree heat, I doubt they bother doing much decorating nor organizing. It brings back memories of when our boys made their bedrooms into lofts, and our oldest’s dorm room of amazing engineering.
One funny thing happened this weekend. When our youngest saw our personalized license plates he reacted with such shock that he immediately called his oldest brother and said its time to pick out our nursing home, that we, his parents, had lost it. Amazing to know we have come full circle---and the baby of the family is tattling on us.
Salad for supper.
James drove on to his next leadership school, his next Fort. While he was home I think we went to all his favorite places to eat. And got errands done at the Transportation Regional Office here in town that I did not even know existed. We have lived here thirty years, and driven by this place accessible only by the feeder roads off 360 and I-30, but just assumed it was for the men who make the roads. Who knew you could get your registration or title there?? A sign on the door said they would no longer be bothering with personalized plates. But, those are easy to pick up downtown Fort Worth.
James said it is rumored that they will get to come home on weekends, so he is looking forward to that. We will give the washer a workout, and hopefully, he can bring back stuff he does not need, and pick up items that would be useful as his room at this fort looks mighty small. If moms designed barracks, there would be plenty of places to hang up sweaty exercise clothing to dry before throwing it in the laundry bag. Clothes drying racks or clothes lines. James sent pictures with his cell phone so I can picture the room. It looks like a small dorm room.
There is space under the bed, so if he is allowed to put the bed on cinderblocks, he would have even more space. But, this is only a seven week course, so as long as it is a place to cool off in the over one-hundred degree heat, I doubt they bother doing much decorating nor organizing. It brings back memories of when our boys made their bedrooms into lofts, and our oldest’s dorm room of amazing engineering.
One funny thing happened this weekend. When our youngest saw our personalized license plates he reacted with such shock that he immediately called his oldest brother and said its time to pick out our nursing home, that we, his parents, had lost it. Amazing to know we have come full circle---and the baby of the family is tattling on us.
Salad for supper.
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