AmazinGrace

What a weekend.

Our youth group played "Amazing Race" this weekend. And i, i was a "taxi" driver, assisting with their transportation out of town through various events to Carpenteria. Why me? because i LOVE Amazing Race.

What a better way to get out and feel and share His Amazin' Grace. We got a tee-shirt too. and camped on the beach. but best of all, i went sailing with one of the other parents. now THAT was amazing. we were teamed up to drive and in our spare time we found ventura harbor on a perfect day. i have never been out sailing, not even in a lake. but we went out into the ocean (although it was 'splained to me the ocean is like 25 miles out,,,,, i dont know where we were but it sure looked like the ocean to me).

and today during services on the beach a pod (new word) of dolphins entertained while the message was being delivered. pretty neat. no, amazing. His world is amazing. His science is pretty neat to considering you can actually move forward sailing into the wind....

Sagastini

means short saga. thats what this post is....well actually its the end of two saga's. i hope.

the taco dog came by last nite. i ran out the front door, chasing it from the cat's dish. the little fella ran right into his dad's garage while i walked around the mowed hedge. then it comes out of the garage barking at me; like it was in there the whole time. mr. taco was in the garage sucking down a bud. he was not very friendly. i told him about the taco dog eating the cat food, really more concerned for the dog's health than the thousands of dollars i have spent todate on cat food. then i told him about the lying gardners. mr taco stated he was not home friday. aha! mr gardner is a liar indeed. hmmmmmmm......tomorrow's friday...... in the end he answered my beef with, so what do you want me to do about it. nothing. nothing at all. destroying other property and stealing food ~ minor issues,,,,wait,,,,no issue at all. pardon me for thinking you might be responsible for something in your life.

i must say the office manager for my local post office was much more receptive to the idea of accountability, responsibility, and quality customer service. at least he apologized for his negligent staff. oh wait....i didn't tell you about miss rudee, who informed me yesterday at 5:45 pm she couldn't get my mail for me because they were "closed" and basically shut the door in my face. oh yeah. i scurried ashley out of the office at that point, i had to fight off the urge to clean the floor with her face. but mr office manager understands. lucky me i got miss rudee's real name too,,,she was working the counter this afternoon when i dropped by during business hours to get my mail.

,,,and yes, it was amelia's packages that filled the box. yeah, i know...relax. don't become one of "those people".

be nice.

Okay so it's Wednesday

thats for those of you who might be confused and think I am writing about .... friday. But wait! Could it be???? See...i started this blog yesterday on TUESDAY. see the date right above this. i updated the post today to read Wednesday....

calm down. the taco dog hasn't come by....yet. and who knows where his mother and father are ~ they haven't been around this week either. maybe they are all out....which proves my point. the man was (is) a liar!

and now i am on my way to the Post Office. Seems my mail box was so full they have stopped delivery. hey now....don't we pay tax for those services. if i didn't get so much junk mail, my box wouldn't be full. how does one control hard copy spam????? mostly its those danged ads from the local grocery stores where you must shop with their little card or you dont get the sale price anyway. im tellin' ya's we are falling prey to corporate bs. we are.

got gas? if you do you are one of the lucky ones. $70 to fill up to go to work this week. now double what it was just six months ago.
im tellin' ya's we are falling prey to corporate bs.

put your worries to rest.

truth

an interesting concept.

contrary to what is being said by all forms of media, i am not captivated by the "pregnant man" story. you may be, but i am not. im not even captivated by the fact that this man is actually a woman ~ somethings you can not change, not even for money.

5:45....I just pulled up from my md appt. 3 or 4 gardner people doing yard work for my neighbor. i notice my iris patch has been trampled where the hedge between the properties has been trimmed. i go over to one of the guys and i tell him, "hey, you should be careful when you trim those bushes, look what you have done to my flowers." he tells me they (he and the work crew) didn't trim the hedge, the neighbor did. i'm thinking, "riiiiiiight", and rolling my eyes. so i go tripping up to the neighbor'd door. i ring the bell. i knock on the door. no one answers. i go back to the guy and i tell him, "i think you are a liar. why would you be cleaning up the debri from the trimming if you had not trimmed the hedge." he tells me they were cleaning because the neighbor told him to. and then he says, "please, dont disrespect me." and then the neighbor from across the street comes over and talks with him. who know's what that conversation was about but from the hand motions, he told the guy to leave the debri. what the heck????? i am the one with the trampled flowers. in the end the gardeners came over and not only raked up the mess, they cleaned out my flower bed. were they being nice to me or what? because they are the ones the trampled my flowers? so now...im waiting. i am waiting for the little taco dog from next door to come over and eat my cat food i leave out on my front step for my cat. im gonna catch the little dog and have a nice little conversation with my neighbor. the same neighbor that first asked for and then demanded $190.00 bucks towards his having the fence fixed. this neighbor has just about pushed me too far.

c'mere little taco dog,,,,,c'mere little taco dog.

Just Passin' Through

I hope I don't get in trouble for sharing this video. It is one of my favorites. No more than a commercial, but one that is fairly powerful in terms of truisms. Not that I believe in playing more, but life IS short. Unfortunately, it is not as simple as being shot out of the womb and landing X number of years later in our graves. There is definitely a lot of living between the beginning and the end here on Earth.

What are we doing in our dash time? I am sure you have all seen that before. You know, that dash between your birth and death date. We do live for a purpose. We live to fulfill His plan. Not just in our own individual lives, but within the context of the larger picture of His plan.

It is easy to see that He has been faithful to you and me. How easy is it to see that you have been faithful to Him? Take the first step ~ Tell a friend about His faithfulness.

Another day...just passin' through

g

35 years???? My how time flies!

Back in the olden days, perhaps long before any of you were born, I meet this girl at school, Connie, whose path crossed with mine quite often. Eventually that path was tied, when I married her brother, Wayne. Here we are 35 years later, high school long since over, our own children all grown up, celebrating their mother's 75th year.

It is so unbelievable that one of my best friends actually became my mother-in-law. We actually worked together for a few years before I ever met lover-boy. The story goes (according to me) that Ms Virginia paid Wayne to take me to the movies. Now was that because she loved me so much or because she felt at 23 I was fast becoming an old maid?

Yes, my Mommasita is 75. She was 40 back in those days. When she asked about her figure, I told her quite matter of factly, "Virginia, you have a matronly appearance." ROFLMAO still to this day. When I turned 40....i learned quickly that I too would have been offended if some young kid told me that!! I didn't have a clue back in those days, I really didn't.

Most of the youngsters today don't have a clue either. But you know...those kids are smart, too. They are highly technical multi-taskers. Clueless multi-taskers. Kind of scary.

My favorite daughter ~ Ashley ~ and I, after watching videos of the birthday party, have come to the conclusion it is now time to do something about our weight. Like I told her, at least she's not fat, ugly, AND old. Soooo its back (yes, back) to the gym. She's good. She's up to 60 minutes on the eliptical. Not to shabby. I keep offering her sandwiches ~ I just don't want to be the only fat one around. Old, fat one to boot.

The there is Wayne. He's dropped 15 lbs on the treadmill. He's fast becoming the hottie he was 30 years ago, even with gray hair. Nice. LOL

Before you go to bed tonight and when you rise tomorrow morning, Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Praise Him in the valleys and in the mountains. He has been true to His children. He is the Lord and giver of life. Praise Him for life-everlasting.

Rrrrrrrring....."It nearly brought me to tears."

Can you believe it. I heard from two listeners at the Spring Ring 2008 this past weekend who said, "It nearly brought me to tears." Hey now! DON'T even go there. They were expressing how emotional the music made them. It was very, very, good.

By 9:15 that morning, I was ready to go home. I never heard anyone count a rythmn as fast as our two guest conductors did. Mel and his daughter Cindy Tulley. Both are exceptional. and I know I learned a lot from them. Faster, Faster,,,,1,2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3+4+,1+2+3+4+.....this is from the girl in college who could not walk and clap at the same time. White people can jive...I am living proof. I may just be an idiot savant....but I got rythmn!!!!