5012

A prize will be given to the first person who can tell me what that number represents!

(Prize may or may not be virtual.) ;-)

Wackiness

I'm still waiting for those photos from our Youth Pastor, but I can tell you about the crazy thing that happened last Friday.

See, we went to the church. Himself work a tie and a jacket. Then he handed Glenna this piece of paper.



The piece of paper reads that Glenna is . . .


. . . are you ready for this? . . . .


. . . NOW IN HIGH SCHOOL.


See? I told you it was nuts.

Last Week

Something wacky happened . . .



But I'm waiting for a photo disc from our youth pastor before I talk about it!

Tuesday is Guest Star Day!

I love Jess at Making Home. It's been a while since she's posted (she's expecting baby 5!) and I was so thrilled to read this about the Proverbs Woman.

It's all right! It's not the Proverbs Woman you're thinking of! Jess always gives me so much to think about and this post was no exception.

One Hundred Twenty-Six . . .

. . . the number of unread emails in my in-box.


TWENTY-TWO . . .


. . . the approximate number of exits between my house and work.



THREE . . .

. . . the number of times Hal has turned to us and said, "Doesn't this hallway smell like Chiquita bananas?"



SIXTY-THREE . . .

. . .the number of unread blog postings on my subscriptions list.



NINE . . .

. . . the number of hours left until Kelly's high school graduation.



TWO . . .

. . . the number of whiskey shots I'd like in order to face this day.

Night Bird

Yesterday began two weeks of the night shift. I finish my training this week and (hopefully) pass my assessment on Saturday. The following week I close for three nights straight.

We'll see how it goes!

I've noticed that when we're on stage, it's all D all the time. There's the happy D music, the D look, the D atmosphere surrounding us and the guests at every moment.

It's a different story when on the bus from the employee parking lot or when in the Utilidore. It's as if they realize we need to transition back into the real world. Sure, the advertisements on the bus are for all D shows or ABC shows (owned by D), but the music is a mad mixture of centuries of pop music and culture.

One day I could hear Huey Lewis ("Hip to be Square") followed by the Hot, Hot, Hot song (have no idea who sings it) and Gloria Estephan. What makes me laugh, however, are the original commercial songs (not commercials, just the songs) that are thrown in for some strange reason.

Who can finish these lyrics?

I drink Dr. Pepper and I'm proud . . .

What walks downstairs, alone or in pairs . . .

It's all so wonderfully random! We never know what we're going to hear. Every song is bright and peppy and chosen for its toe-tap-ability. They want us happy to go to work and happy to head home, evidently!

Today, we head off to Kelly's college to talk to the financial department. We'll probably need this peppy music on the way home after our hit of reality! Still, I'm so excited for my girl!

Tuesday is Guest Star Day!

I thought this was timely considering what I see all day at the Park.

Some great truths spoken here!

"I realized that I gave away myself through the way I dressed to other men and essentially stole from my husband what he alone should’ve cherished."

Something Smells

Every time we'd pass a certain spot in our kitchen, we'd catch a whiff.

We tried everything.

We emptied the garbage and scrubbed the can. We looked through the pantry to see if a potato had escaped and rotted. We washed all the laundry (our washer is in the kitchen). We washed the dog bedding. We wiped off the counter tops. We cleaned the microwave.

The smell began to permeate the rest of the house as well. We would open the windows to let in fresh air. We swept and mopped the floors. We'd spray air freshener and think we'd finally took care of everything, but the minute we came home from an outing, there would be that odor again. It was driving us crazy!

I finally decided to do a top to bottom scrubbing of the area and was rewarded for my efforts.

I had purchased a bag of garlic bulbs and they had started to rot! Since they still looked pretty on the outside and weren't "oozing" anything, I thought they were fine. When I picked up a bulb, however, it crushed easily in my hand and emitted the strange odor we'd been battling.

Finally!

Every once in while, something in my life stinks.

It may not be apparent at first, but bring up a certain topic, watch a certain movie, or after hearing a certain sermon, I'll catch a whiff.

Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you are like whitewashed tombs which on the outside appear beautiful, but inside they are full of dead men's bones and all uncleanliness.

So you, too, outwardly appear righteous to men, but inwardly you are full of hypocrisy and lawlessness. - Matthew 23:27, 28

How quickly I recover from any unwanted stench in my life depends on how serious I am about tracking it down. Do I continue to walk past it and ignore it? Sometimes. In fact, this is the easiest way, but eventually it begins to affect those around me, not just myself.

Sometimes I'll read a great blog or hear a great sermon and think I've dealt with it at last. Really, I'm only opening widows and spraying air freshener. I eventually have to come back to the fact that something stinks. Just like Lazarus, rotting in the grave, waiting for Jesus to bring him back to life. . .

. . . I stinketh.

When I finally decide to do something about it, it takes much more work than it should have if I had dealt with it right away. Still, it's so worth the effort to clean and search and scrub and hunt down the stench and purge it from my life. How do I finally get rid of it?

By calling it what it is. By speaking about it to God and to others.

By being real.

I have judged others for their sin, as if mine weren't worse. The truth is, all sin condemns! All sin needs a Savior.

I have been unloving.

I have been selfish.

I have been lazy.

I am these things, still.

I stinketh.



"Such were some of you; but you were washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and in the Spirit of our God." 1 Corinthians 6:11

May 2

Rat lips for not having a working camera! Otherwise, you'd see photos of:

The best volleyball player out there today . . .

The brightest blue eyes . . .

The coolest drummer in the building . . .

The one who snagged the uneaten Publix oatmeal raisin cookies for me at the cookout . . .

The man who has captured my heart . . .

The birthday boy . . .

Himself.

Happy birthday, Darlin' man.