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Aragorn and Legolas

Yo! Dude! (Aah, I'm speaking to Dude - the Beta fish that used to be Stacia's) If you'd have hung around longer you could've met Aragorn and Legolas, and have a Fellowship of the Beta Fish. Yeah, that's right my Georgia Boys named their new Beta fish after two hunky characters from the Lord of the Rings movies. Although I must say that these Beta can certainly live up to the looks of the actors who play them that's for sure. And it isn't really because of the characters hunkiness that my GB's like them; it's because of their fighting abilities so I guess Aragorn and Legolas would be good names for Beta Fish (because they are fighters, not lovers).

We were headed home from in town and my GB's ask if we can stop at Pet Smart. Now I have to hand it to them; they know where Pet Smart is and they gave me plenty of time to change lanes to turn into the plaza. Very good, GBs. The Beta's were all by their lonesome because they don't play well with others so it took us awhile to find them. Then it was perusing all of them to find the coolest looking ones.

At the checkout, my GBs announce that they are paying for their Beta with their birthday money they got from Grandma and Papap. We had already talked about tithing and saving earlier so it was all good. So without further ado I present to you Dude: Aragorn and Legolas, Fellowship of the Beta Fish.

Legolos and Aragon

Legolas on the left and Aragorn on the right

Aragon

Aragorn

Legolos

Legolas


A bit of puttin' around

We took the boys to the 5-Star Fun Park in Pooler for a birthday activity on - well - their birthday. Elizabeth, Matt, and Ella joined us for a round of 18-holes of putt putt and 2 games of go cart. It was a scorching hot day. Everyone was dripping wet at the end of the 18-holes. Matt won (he's the golfer though), and Jeff came in second. We don't need to discuss who was third, fourth, fifth, or sixth except to say that I absolutely was not sixth. Okay. I wasn't I tell ya.

Ella was rarin' to go the first 10 holes or so and then it was a bit rough. Rough enough to have mommy (Elizabeth) put her in her seat where she tempted herself by stretching her piggies to the ground every chance she got. She was very good overall.

I got these precious shots of her and then those of the boys (well, it was their birthday).


Birthday Putt Putt 1

Ella at 20 months decked to the nines (no pun intended)

Birthday Putt Putt 2

Catching some shade.

Birthday Putt Putt 3

Falling for you John. At 11 years old.

Birthday Putt Putt 4

Jarrod you rock! (all pun intended) 


The Shack

Have you read this book? If not, go to the store and buy it. Begin reading. Do not put it down until you are done. Simple instructions. Simple instructions are good.

Imagine calling your heavenly Father 'Papa'. Imagine having a relationship with Jesus. I mean a relationship. Do you know what that is? Relationship.

I think this book will impact those who read it differently. It hit me with my relationship with Jesus. Toss all your religion out the window. And get back to the basics. It is a relationship with Jesus that sets one apart. How is your relationship with the Son of God?


The Roof. The Roof. The Roof is on Fire.

Not really.

Vignette #1.

Saturday was John and Jarrod's birthday. For the kids' birthdays, as long as we could afford it, we've allowed the kids' to pick a place they want to eat out for their birthday dinner. Told the boys this year that there might be some years where they get to eat their favorite meal that I cook. They were cool with that. But this year, because I've been saving money for birthday's we were able to let them pick where they wanted to go. Jarrod picked Macaroni Grill. Well - because they put paper on the table and crayons and you can write on the table, of course. (Not for something so sublime as the food! You didn't think that did you?) We ate there Friday night. It really extends their birthday out which they really like.

And John picked Jalapenos. This is everyone's favorite restaurant - hands down. (Well, at least the one in Savannah. The one in Pooler has extremely poor service, which unfortunately we went to for lunch because we were already in Pooler) Anyways, Jalapenos likes to 'celebrate' birthdays. John and Jarrod love it when they do. For anyone. Background music stops. Convesation stops. Servers stop (well, it seems that way anyway). And this loud, hip hop, mexican, music starts. THE ROOF, THE ROOF, THE ROOF IS ON FIRE! is shouted out. The birthday person is given a sombrero to wear and brought a plate of sopapia's. And John and Jarrod, everytime, begin grooving to the music right in their seat; shaking their booty, rollin' their shoulders to the music.

So it was Jalapeno's for lunch on Saturday. If only for The Roof, The Roof, The Roof is on Fire!

Jalapenos 1

 Jarrod. 11 years old. At Jalapeno's.


Jalapenos 2

John. 11 years old. Jalapeno's Restaurant. 


Resume

I sent my resume and cover letter to a gentleman that called me the other night to let me know of a job with his company not listed yet anywhere, for an aviation meteorologist. I heard back from him that he received it and turned it into his boss to put on the stack of resumes for the position - there is one resume in the stack to peruse. Mine. His boss said he was excited, and impressed! Ok, God? What do you have in store for me?


The day before

Today is 'the day before' my twins, John and Jarrod, my Georgia Boys, turn 11. I cannot imagine life without them. It is pretty amazing of God to lend us these precious holdings and let us love them, teach them, shape them through life. And even more amazing that God makes them perfect for us. Eleven years ago, Hoosier Man and I were facing a huge change to our lives. Eleven years later - I wouldn't change a thing. God knows best. My 'Sons of Thunder', as John and Jarrod have been dubbed at church (which I really should change their names here on this blog to) are growing into godly young men. Aside from that (but not excluding that) they are awesome boys! They're figuring out or already have figured out that: respect and hard work; loving God is cool. Being a Jesus Freak is cooler; love is an action word; acts of service reflect who they are in Christ; they'll have a best friend for life (in each other - how cool is that!); working with their Dad is going to be hard work but they are going to get to use all those way-cool-tools in the garage; Dad's 'ancient' GI Joes are fun to play with because they were Dad's in the first place (well, and there are guns and stuff with them); imagination is the key to FUN;

Gosh, these boys of mine are amazing. Thank you God for them. You sure do know what You're doing...


Update

Just a quick update; will post more later. Not feeling well. Yesterday and today. Low grade temp. and stomach feeling all nasty-like. Started pretty much after my walk yesterday morning, so much that I didn't walk this morning. Got a couple layouts to post later (which raises my summer layouts completed).

I got a call from a friend last night. His company has a job opening for an aviation meteorologist. I've applied. It hasn't even been advertised yet. God is working. I still need to trust Him even if He says NO!

Boys are in VBS this week. And having a ball. It'll be their last year of VBS (unless they serve)

John gets his cast off today (hopefully). Got to drive to Ft Stewart to do that (not feeling good and driving to Ft Stewart are both the same types of pain).


Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?

I was browsing some blogs earlier and found this. Thought it had enough humor in it to share.

Modern day folks answer that age old question:

"Why did the chicken cross the road?"


BARACK OBAMA:The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a CHANGE! The chicken wanted CHANGE! And HOPE! It looked HOPEFUL!

JOHN McCAIN:My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.

HILLARY CLINTON:When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure right from Day One! that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me, although I clearly remember having to dodge enemy fire as

Chelsea

and I tried to cross the road.

DR. PHIL:The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on 'THIS' side of the road before it goes after the problem on the 'OTHER SIDE' of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his 'CURRENT' problems before adding 'NEW' problems.

OPRAH:Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.

GEORGE W. BUSH:We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.

COLIN POWELL:Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.

JOHN KERRY:Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.

NANCY GRACE:That chicken crossed the road because he's GUILTY! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.

PAT BUCHANAN:To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.

MARTHA STEWART:No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.

DR SEUSS:Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.

ERNEST HEMINGWAY:To die in the rain. Alone.

RUSH LIMBAUGH:Because the chicken was gay! Can't you people see the plain truth?' That's why they call it the 'other side.' Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And if you eat that chicken, you will become gay too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media white washes with seemingly harmless phrases like 'the other side. That chicken should not be crossing the road. It's as plain and as simple as that.

GRANDPA:In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.

BARBARA WALTERS:Isn't that intewesting? In a few moments, we will be wistening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how it experienced a sewious case of molting, and went on to accompwish its wife wong dweam of cwossing the woad.

ARISTOTLE:It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

JOHN LENNON:Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.

BILL GATES:I have just released eChicken2007, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your check book. Internet Explorer is an integral part of the Chicken. This new platform is much more stable and will never cra#%* reboot.

ALBERT EINSTEIN:Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?

BILL CLINTON:I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What is your definition of chicken?

AL

GORE:I invented the chicken!

COLONEL SANDERS:Did I miss one?

DICK CHENEY:Where's my gun?

AL SHARPTON:Why are all the chickens white? We need some black chickens.

REVEREND JEREMIAH WRIGHT:Damn that chicken. Does that make me unpatriotic?

 

 

I liked the ones for Grandpa, Dr Seuss, and John Kerry


Simplifying

That's where I'm at right now in my life. If I simplify now less stress later, and more time for more important things. So the hall closet got 'simplified' today. 5 brown paper bags full and a stack of games that no one plays with, and a large pile of trash tossed, later and my hall closet is done. I still have to go through a rubbermaid tub full of 'momento' type stuff which I'm hoping Jeff will allow me to photograph and then we'll 'purge'. I know, for some that is a very ugly word. But purging is a must for a simplified life.

I simplified the laundry room shelves yesterday and it looks wonderful in there. When I do this my mind doesn't have to go there (to the clutter, to the I need to clean that, or I need to do that); thus, less stress.

Simplifying. It's a good thing.


In the mornings

if I'm already upstairs on the computer when John wake up, it becomes his momentary lot in life to sneak upstairs and come up behind me and scare me. He did that this morning. Snuck up behind me. And scared me. (Normally I hear him coming up the stairs.) Today he thought he rocked and went back downstairs spouting his success to his brother.