Monday, July 31, 2006

Incase You Were Wondering:

I have been gone all day without leaving my keyborad. That is because Ilona's manuscript deadline is looming and I had the awesome priviledge of reading her work, doing a little light editing and sharing my thoughts. Ilona and I met several years back in an online writer's workshop. She is forever nagging at me to publish my work. If I had her talent .... I'd still be a lazy bum. Sigh. Anyway, Ilona's and Gordon's first novel, Magic Bites, will be available April 2007. Mark your calendars now. You want to read this. Moments after finishing Ilona's manuscript -- and our subsequent IM -- a letch knocked on my door. I was very happy to see him -- but not for the reasons you might think. My swamp cooler quit cooling over the weekend and he was here to fix it. Temperature has a way of melting principles -- I let him call me Baby Doll, Honey, and Cutie Pie to his heart's content -- for this blessed cool air. However, I stayed beyond his reach at all times. Had I been obliged to break his arm he probably wouldn't have finished fixing the swamp cooler.

Promises to Keep

I'm having a very busy day so you won't be seeing me until this afternoon or early evening -- then my nonsense shall return!

Sunday, July 30, 2006

My first Car .....

When I was a teen the minimum age requirement for an Idaho State Driver's License, daylight priviledges only, was 14 years of age. I knew in my family there wasn't much point in getting a driver's licence if I didn't get a vehicle to go with it. No one was buying me a car. So, the summer I was 12 I took a full time baby-sitting job, 8.5 hours per day. I also baby-sat evenings and weekends. All money went into a container in the back of the freezer (you had to know my dad -- our freezer could have retired to the coast and lived quite comfortably). The following summer my dad was logging much further away from home, so we left the house to my step-brother and his new bride and lived in a travel trailer just outside of the teeny town of Murray, Idaho (please run your mouse over pic for more information). There were no baby-sitting jobs to be had there. So, to earn money I got up every morning and walked 3 miles. I drug a gunny sack with me and I picked up every aluminum can along the west side of the road on the 1.5 mile trip to my destination, and all the cans on the east side of the road as I returned. You would think I wouldn't acquire many cans since I walked the road daily, but that wasn't the case at all. In fact I sometimes wonder if the road would have been passable by the end of summer if I hadn't walked it every day. My destination was the dump -- really just a very wide spot beside the road where the city put three huge green refuse bins. This was back in the day when nobody much worried about saving the world -- or making money on trash. A couple of local bars made it a nightly practice to drop off their empty aluminum cans. I made it my daily practice to gather them up, put them in gunny sacks and toss them into the bushes. On his way down the mountain my dad would pick them up, then at the trailer park we poured them out, put slabs of plywood over them, which dad then drove the one-ton across to flatten them out. Then I picked them all back up again. Every Saturday we drove into Wallace, Idaho and I turned the cans in for cash. Sometimes I made as much as $60.00 -- which, way-back-when, was a pretty good pay out for a 13 year old kid's work week. During the school year we were back home and I was baby-sitting again. As April 24th approached (my birthday) I began looking for a car. One of the folks I baby-sat for owned a body-shop. He had a lovely '69 Chevy convertible for sale for $600.00 (remember, it wasn't a classic then, it was just old). Coincidentally $600.00 was exactly the amount of money I'd saved. I asked dad for the car. He said, "No." My step-brother had just wrecked his convertible and, even though he was just fine, dad wanted me in something sturdier. Dad went out of town. I asked my step-mom to let me buy the car. She reminded me that my dad had said no, but she knew just like I did that he was going to say no to everything until I was 18 -- or maybe 32. So, while dad was out of town we went shopping for -- and purchased -- my very first vehicle. A lovely little Yamaha track and street bike. It was only a 125cc, but I could afford it and the insurance, easily keep it in gas (75 cents filled the tank) and legally go everywhere I wanted to both on and off road. When Dad first saw the bike he stared at it in shock. Then he walked around it too or three times, stopped, and stared some more. Slowly he turned around and stared at me. Finally he looked at my step-mother and shouted so loudly he made windows rattle and our neighbors come to gawk: "At least the car had four %#&*! sides!" Then he went in the house and slammed the door. So, that's how it came to be that my first car was a motorcycle. myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Quiz Show!

You Are Austin
A little bit country, a little bit rock and roll. You're totally weird and very proud of it. Artistic and freaky, you still seem to fit in... in your own strange way. Famous Austin residents: Lance Armstrong, Sandra Bullock, Andy Roddick
Hmmmm ... my family thinks I'm too far from home now. They wouldn't take a move to Ausin well.
You Communicate With Your Ears
You love conversations, both as a listener and a talker. What people say is important to you, and you're often most affected by words, not actions. You love to hear complements from others. And when you're upset, you often talk to yourself. Music is very important to you. It's difficult to find you without your iPod.
I do enjoy music, but I don't own, and have no craving to own, an iPod. My car doesn't roll until my radio is on the right station -- unless I have a passenger. Then the radio goes off so it doesn't interrupt conversation. And I sing almost constantly. Fluffy ignores my singing; Christmas always runs to sit in my lap. I don't know if she is enjoying herself, or comforting me because she think's I'm dying. However, I have been proposed to three times while I was singing -- unfortunately my beaus were all fifth grade boys. Oh yeah -- I only talk to myself when I know someone is listening ....
You Are a Auditory Learner
You tend to remember what you hear, and you have a knack for speaking well. You excel at debating, foreign languages, and music. You would be an excellent diplomat - or rock star!
Ahem .... Okay, I do remember what I hear. I am eloquent when I plan a speech, but on an avergae day-to-day basis I am usually hopping around with one foot in my mouth. As to the foreign language -- I have had five semesters of College Spanish and can fluently ask, "Donde estan el bano?" However, the person I ask had dang well better not answer me in Spanish or there will be an accident before I find it! As for me being a diplomat -- I have too much integrity. They'd never let me stay in that sandbox.
Your Driving Is is: 57% Male, 43% Female
According to studies, you drive both like a guy and a girl. This means you're a pretty average driver, with typical quirks. Occasionally you're frustrated and or a little reckless, but that's the exception - not the norm.
Let's examine my driving influences: I grew up around logging truck drivers. These dudes drive huge rigs at ridiculous speeds on very small roads. My ex-husband made his living on wheels -- eighteen of them. Sometimes he let me drive. The man was also into stock cars and motocross. He drove and I watched. He mechanic-ed and I handed him tools. Oh yeah, my first car was a motorcycle. * * * * * * There. I think that's enough "getting to know me" for one day.

Friday, July 28, 2006

The Visitor

Did I mention that I have been visited by The Visitor? Well, The Visitor has visited me, and apparently she liked what she saw, because she went back to her blog and said so. Isn't that sweet? I hope she visits again.

Before/After

As you all most likely know, we had some air conditioning issues at our house. This was Christmas before air -- she went to get a sack to play with, but flopping on her side and thinking about playing was all she could do. myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics Fluffy glared at all who came near his "no air" grumpy self. myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics Thanks to the new air conditioner the lives of every single sack in the house are once again in serious jeopardy. myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics And Fluffy has regained his sunny personality and is more than happy to be friends.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Anatomy Class


You are Spider-Man You are intelligent, witty,
a bit geeky and have great
power and responsibility.
Click here to take the "Which Superhero are you?" quiz...
I'm Spiderman? [checking tights] Nope. I'm definately NOT Spiderman.

SPLAT!

Some days you're the windshield; Some days you're the bug. Today I thought I was the bug. First there's the weather. The storm didn't break and it is impossibly humid here. At 105* it is like living in a pressure cooker. I stepped out of the shower and could not dry off! I finally gave up the towel and went in the livingroom and stood in front of the fan. The swamp cooler -- which works on evaporation -- doesn't help much when it is humid. The air is already saturated so when it is pulled into the cooler it doesn't soak up any of the cold water -- not that the water is cold anyway. My pipes here are above ground and hotter than that really hot place (sorry, can't write it, my sister will faint). So -- off I go to Home Depot to buy a real air conditioner before the cats and I die. The good news is, there is a sale on air conditioners. Yay! I grab one, pay for it and take it home. Once home the phone rings. A friend. We talk FOREVER. The neighbor comes over to see if I have the air conditioner set up. She stays FOREVER. I cook and eat my dinner while blogging (no gravy). After dinner I finally get to the air conditioner. Imagine my surprise when I open the box and find an air conditioner -- in PIECES. Not only that, the grills are dusty, and the pads are obviously used. I grabbed the receipt. I hefted the box and lugged it back out to my car. I drove to Home Depot. I took the box from my car, hefted it into a cart and wheeled it to the return stand. A fresh-faced cutie-boy maybe 20 years old sees me coming and starts shaking his head. I notice his badge says MANAGER. He greets me with a bright smile and says cheerfully, "Sorry. No exchanges or refunds today." I smile back and tell him, "Then you'd better go ahead and dial 911 right now." He roars laughing. Then he says, "Okay, Lady, I guess you're serious. Whatcha got in the box?" When he looked in the box he quit smiling and looked at me in surprise. He looked at my reciept again. He says, "Who did this? These are returns!" He looks the box over, mutters something about morons, and puts a big red routing tag on the top. In no time at all I was out the door and on my way home with a brand new -- intact -- air conditioner. The cats and I like it so far. So, I guess that means I was the windshield.


Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Hot

Offically it is 106* -- that's at the airport, way up on top of the flight controller's tower. Down here in the pavement is is curently 123* (well, by the next-door-neighbor's back door). My swamp cooler isn't working. That's because the cold-water pipes are pumping out hotter water than the hot water pipes. It took 11 minutes for my kitchen tapwater to run cold. Two days ago I thought the lady at K-Mart was crazy when she said they'd closed their public restrooms because the water was so hot it had melted the toilet seals and flooded the back of the store. Now I am worrying about my toilet ... but I am more worried about Chrissy and Fluffy in their heavy fur coats. * * * * * * * * * * In the two hours since I posted above, the offical temperature has fallen 2* and the unoffical temperature has fallen 7*. The wind has picked up and the sky is filling with menacing black clouds. I think the lid's about to blow off this pressure cooker.

Murphy Still Murph-ing

I just posted in someone's blog and the word verification feature ordered me to type: IM YO HO I am certain the little electronic denizens inside my computer are hysterically giggling.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Idle Question

I'm not asking this for any particular reason, but what are your thoughts about gravy on computer keyboards? myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics I have had better weeks, but what frightens me most about this one is that it just started.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Not Exactly a Fairy Tale (part 4 of 4)

This is the end of a four part story told in Blogger style -- from end to beginning. Though most of my blogging friends have somehow managed to miss the drama of my day -- or perhaps they each read about it and then shot out of here without leaving a comment in case catastrophe is contagious -- I am hopeful that all has been resolved. I'd like to thank Rob and a fellow who calls himself, Old Fart, for their help. They saved my sanity. I have antivirus/spyblocker software and a working browser. I have spent a good part of the afternoon rebuilding my favorites folder and I think I can say "the end" and close this tale on a happy note.

McAffee vs Foxfire (part 3 of 4)

A fresh faced 22 year old teckky at church said that my problem isn't a Foxfire bug. It seems that McAffee virus software (the package came with my email program) and Foxfire do not "play nice" together and one or the other of them will constantly be throwing fits. So, Teckky suggested I download Msn instant messanger and contact him -- he could fix my system from his home. I downloaded MSN IM, tried to activate it, and it says I am not connected to the internet! Well obviously I am! I am not Teckky -- I am just a little idiot sitting in my home crying -- ENOUGH! Blogging was supposed to de-stress me, not distress me!

Mozilla's Firefox users BEWARE (part 2 of 4)

I have been having trouble with this browser all along. Their help forum isn't. This morning when my virus software was scanning it froze on Mozilla Foxfire. I had to active shut down through control/alt/delete. Delete being the operative word -- I reboot to find my entire favorites tool bar is empty. EMPTY. All favorites deleted. ALL. Very unhappy person here. If someone from Mozilla was nearby I'd be on my way to jail for murder.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

O'Shea and Spam (in the beginning ....)

According to Robert in a comment posted here, O'Shea's Law states that Murphy (of Murphy's Law -- "Whatever can go wrong will...") was an optimist. Today O'Shea came to play at my house. Unfortunately he was playing with Spam and caused quite a mess. It started with an eBay email that wasn't from eBay. I knew immediately it wasn't from eBay because my first eBay transaction left a rather sour taste in my mouth, so I've not been back -- yet this bogus email said that my recent payment transaction failed and I needed to resubmit my account information. Of course I knew better and notified eBay spam trackers and they were all over it. Second, I took comment verification off my blog because it is such a hassle -- but then so was the hour and a half that I spent this afternoon scouring my blog to erase all the spam comments. Sorry folks, the wysiwyg editor is back to stay. On top of that, my mailbox was filled with spam that somehow got past my usually brave and villigant spam blocker. It was the same message repeated 10-12 times wanting me to refinance my home. Truthfully I think that would be a lot of fun. I might even get some free rent out of it -- from the state pen -- since I don't own my home. However, one thing came out well. I gave Blog Surfer's Anonymous a make over today and am quite proud of it. Go by -- look around -- post a comment so we know you've been there. I originally posted this message one hour ago. Since then my email program crashed ... supposedly Cox is "on it" and it will be up soon.

Sidewalk Sunday School

Since I've been here for awhile -- and made a few friends -- I guess it is safe to REALLY introduce myself. I am a teacher, a writer and a children's evangelist. Supported by a team of truly awesome people I teach Sunday School every Saturday in one of Vegas's poorest, most transient inner city neighborhoods. myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics This is our church. It is on wheels. October through May we take it to a local elementary school on Saturdays for worship. Each week we have a few new kids. Each week a few kids move away -- the neighborhood is highly transient -- however, some kids have been attending Sidewalk services for our entire five years. myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics These are our "pews" -- two squares of carpet rolled out onto the asphalt. The children sit here for the lessons. Where we roll out the carpet is always dictated by the weather -- in the sun when its cold, in the shade when its hot, and not at all when it rains. The school has an outdoor lunch shelter we use when it rains, but unfortunately it is quite small and sometimes the kids really have to cuddle to fit eveyone in. myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics During the summer months when it is too hot to gather the children together and sit them on the ground, we have "splash" events where we all get together once every few weeks and try to drown each other in fun. "The camera isn't wategublpt!" myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics If you have now been inspired to start a Sidewalk Sunday School [patented] program in your church, please contact our Director, Billie Fidlin. Her email is: billie@desertsw.org Be sure to put Sidewalk Sunday School (SSS) in the header, and tell her Charlene sent you. myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics

Friday, July 21, 2006

Pastry Mystery

I came home from church and found this. Please note the fresh chocolate frosting. myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics Then I found this. It smells of maple (I hate maple). These are pastry wrappers from 7-11. I did stop by a 7-11 the other day. I bought sunflower seeds and a bottle of water. I did not buy pastries. In fact, I haven't bought a pastry since the last week of school -- and that one I ate in school. So -- where did these wrappers come from? Who would break into my home just to throw trash on my kitchen floor? It was a total mystery. I went to get the camera to take photos of the evidence. myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics On my way back I caught the Queen of Thieves red-pawed. I believe I've solved the mystery. Now I know- ... why my car keys are never where I left them. ... why the gas gage never seems to read what I think it should. ... why loose bills not tucked in my wallet simply disappear. ... and why Chrissy suddenly seems heftier. I am certain that at night after I go to bed my furry little darlings go cruising. On their way home in the wee morning hours they evidently stop at 7-11 for a sweet.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Sacked and Pillaged (a four post saga)

Fluffy has abandoned the coffee table and proclaimed himself King of the Sack!

What's This I See?

Chrissy wants to be Queen Inside the Sack

On guard!

Chrissy challenges for the right to rule.

Queen Conqueror and Offical Bag Lady:

Her Royal Magesty, Christmas!

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Dear Jenn,

Mommy reads us your comments on her blog. We like you -- but then, what's not to like? You think we're wonderful. That makes you perfect in our book. We have this little problem. Mommy keeps shaking our fur out of this rug and putting it back in front of the sink. We like it wadded up in front of the refrigerator. Sometimes we have to move it three or four times a day. Would you please talk to mommy for us, Dear Jenn? We would appreciate it ever so much.

(Fluffy! Quick! Hide that psychadelic catnip mouse or she'll think we're stoners!)

Oh dear!

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Arg, Mates

You Are A Pirate!
You Are A Pirate!

What Type Of Swashbuckler Are You?
brought to you by Maddog Varuka & Dawg Brown I am finally off to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (Since she made me wait two weeks, I will never again promise my [adult, Brat Child] niece I will not go to a movie without her.)

Sunday, July 16, 2006

I've been Pixied!

Don't you just love the new do? The Lord says envy is a bad thing, but how can you see a blogskin like this and not envy it? Friends, if you want the look of your blog tailored to suit your style you've got to meet a little pixie named Ann. Ann asked a few questions, took a peek at my current blog, made some suggestions and suddenly I had a garden template any cyber kitty would be proud to call home. Look at all the details! It is apparent that Ann takes pride in her work. Ann is also very easy to work with and amazingly efficient. Pop on over to Ann's place, Autographical.com, look at her portfolio, check out her more than reasonable prices and get a unique blog design that reflects the real you. As much time as you spend online, don't you think you owe it to yourself?

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Meddling Murphy

Murphy, of Murphy's Law, is alive and well. Proofs: This morning on my way to our Sidewalk Sunday School SPLASH event I waited my turn at a 4-way stop beside another denomination's church. There was some kind of special do going on in their private park -- I know not what, but this I do know -- two old fellas were using litterbox shovels to sift the sand in the horseshoe pits before continuing their game. At the grocery store the end of the conveyor belt ate the strings of the clerk's apron -- while she was in the apron. Her boss didn't want to cut the apron strings, so she stood on her tippy-toes gasping for breath as he worked them free. When it was finally my turn at the register she was out of receipt paper. She installed another roll and it jammed. My receipt was folded, spindled and mutilated. In the process of trying to work it free the lady stopped, looked up toward the cealing and said, "Not today, Lord, please. I have to pull a double shift!" About 28 children, 7 parents and 6 volunteers showed up for the SSS SPLASH event. We were armed with squirt guns, huge sponges, hoses, water balloons and large tubs -- a couple of the kids told us their mothers said they couldn't get wet. Hello? Who sends their kid to a water party with instructions to not get wet? Ms. Betty said she didn't want to get wet, either. Naturally she was the first one soaked -- her twin sons did it (they're 22 so grounding them is probably not an option). A small child two or three years of age picked up a water ballon and was laughing at how it wiggled and jiggled in his hands. Then it popped with a spectacular splash and soaked him. The look on his little face was priceless. His momma and I burst out laughing, frightening him to tears. Then it came time to eat watermelon. One toddler dropped her piece on the blacktop, picked it up, pressed it into her younger brother's hands and chomped down on his clean slice. Baby was content with the dirty piece, but his mommy and I weren't. There is a tradition that ends Sidewalk -- the big water tubs are hefted and tossed in some hapless soul's direction. This year I was determined to get the deed on film. I had the camera ready, the twins (Ms. Betty's darlings) hefted the tub -- and through the view finder I realized they were coming for me! I had time only to thrust my left hand and the camera high into the air as I screamed, "The camera isn't wategergablapbt!" Which translates to, "The camera isn't waterproof." (Luckily it was a disposable camera -- not even Murphy could sweet-talk me into taking my new digital to a water fight!) I would tell you whether or not the pics survived, but when I went to the photo processing place to drop them off, as I got out of the car I realized I had left them at home! Murphy's last act of the day (so far anyway) was the only one I have found no ounce of appreciation for. I was so careful at Sidewalk not to run or jump. I took every squirt, splash and splatter in deference to my healing knee -- but there in the parkinglot as I turned to get back into my car I re-twisted the joint. I sit here now with it propped up and swathed in a dishtowel wrapped around a frozen bag of corn. Other than that, I had a great day. How about you?

Friday, July 14, 2006

Look At ME!

Hello. My name is Fluffy. I am sweet and quiet and long suffering. I know my mommy loves me just as much as she loves the Queen of All-Things Nauseating, but sometimes I still feel a little left out. I don't push myself into mommy's lap or insist she pet me. I don't drag mommy's dirty clothes out of the laundry to lay on. I don't steal things from mommy's purse and I have never stolen food from her plate when she wasn't looking. The QoATN has done all of those things and more, and because of them she gets much more attention than I do. However, this morning when mommy asked us to be still for a picture I was, and the QoATN leapt about like a kitten. That is why I am here and she is not. Sometimes life is fair.

Hey, Chrissy, neener, neener, neener! .

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Fancy That

You Are An INFP
The Idealist You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world. Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships. It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close. But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop. You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Christmas in July

Hello mommy's friends, this is Christmas, sometimes known as Chrissy. Listen, I know the clean clothes are on the floor, the books have been knocked off the bookcase and Fluffy and I have been caught right in the middle of the mess with our blue hippo spongee and all -- but you musn't listen to mommy. No matter what she says, we're innocent.

Dang it, Fluffy! I thought I told you to lay down and look cute!

Mission Accomplished

Okay, I got the new video camera -- at K-Mart. The guy not only had the display cameras in stock, I got a Kodak 5 meg camera at the same price I would have spent on a Kodak 4 meg at Wally World. So, stay tuned for pics from my Kodak Easy Share C340.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Queen O'Mean

This post is for Jenn. In the comments on her blog, As I Was Passing, we were discussing the difference between a Drama Queen and a Drama Princess. After claiming to be a Drama Princess I went out into the world and showed my true colors by creating a bit of drama at WalMart. (Lord forgive me for even going there.) Picture this: I walk to the electronics counter and tell Dude-Boy, the sales guy, I want to buy a digital camera. I tell him the make and model. Dude-Boy, smiling brightly: "Oh, we don't carry that." Me -- dense --: "Yes you do. It is on your display shelf." Dude-Boy, shrugging, shaking his head, and still smiling: "Yeah, I know lady, but those cameras on the shelf aren't actually the ones we have in stock." Me, head tipped forward, staring: "What a unique marketing idea. Was it yours?" Dude-Boy, suddenly mute, makes guppy faces. Several people in line behind me crack up as I saunter by barely resisting the urge to bow.

Nasville Won't be Calling

Your Hillbilly Name Is...
Loretta Lynne Western
I thought with my new name being what it is I should certainly be able to carry a tune. The cats tell me that ain't so. Darn.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Electic Shock

I just got my electric bill and have come to the realization that my lifestyle must change. Some things have to go. The refrigerator I will keep, as for the rest: No more lights. No more air conditioner. No more fans. I will sit in the dark and swelter. No more CPAP. No more cd/radio/alarm clock (at least until August). And from now on I shower only once per week -- and only in cold water. The electric toothbrush must go. No more laundry. I'll just have to be much more careful about dirtying my clothes. No more hair dryer. No more curling iron. (I am not sure where they are, but if I ever find them I will not use them.) No more electric coffee pot. No more sandwich maker or microwave. No more toaster. All foods will be cooked on the gas range or eaten raw. Both my telephone and my cell phone use power. They must be unplugged. The cell phone can recharge whenever I am driving the car. Don't panic. The computer will remain on, my priorities are still in order.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Dr. John's Fortress

Today I was featured in

Dr. John's Fortress,

so it seems only fair I feature him here and in

Matthew 28:19.

Dr. John is a retired pastor -- retired in the loosest sense of the word. If you stop by his blog you will quickly realize that he is still ministering. His church is cyberspace and his flock is very eclectic. The diversity of the people who flock to Dr. John says much about the man. Like Jesus, he accepts all comers. Don't take my word for it. Stop by Dr. John’s Fortress and look around. The place is short on sermons and long on relationships. I am sure when God looks at Dr. John he must think:

"Well done, good and faithful servant ..."

Friday, July 07, 2006

Tomatoes Souped

Christmas, the (now orange stained) Queen of Cute, fetched several slightly squishy cherry tomatos from the garbage can and enjoyed -- judging from the tracks of tomato blood -- a lively game of multi-ball tomato soccer on the kitchen floor. Apparently she tried to clean up her mess before I found it. Both the dish towel and the sink sponge are on the floor as well. The exhausted kitten is curled up in front of the refrigerator on the throw rug (which belongs in front of the sink). Fluffy, with orange tinted paws, is sitting on the washing machine high above the mess and trying to tell me that none of this was his idea. Isn't it amazing how much trouble one litle crippled kitten can get into all by herself?

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Shopping

Today I went to the Family Christian Bookstore. Turns out they're having a sale -- plus I have a 25% off coupon -- PLUS I learned I could buy the Bibles we give away at Sidewalk Sunday School for just $2.75 a piece. I spent just this side of $150.00 dollars. I purchased: a Nelson Study Bible, 2 new reference books, Bible software, a new t-shirt, a package of Scripture Mints, and 24 Bibles. Can you say, "peanut butter and jelly?"

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Poolside

Yesterday was a day for drinks, burgers and links at poolside. I imagine I am not the only one who spent Independance Day that way -- or, perhaps I am. You see, I was not splashing in sparkling blue waters, nor lounging on the deck trying to catch a few rays. I was running a sump pump. I understand people pay big bucks for algae skin packs. Perhaps my friend should give up the idea of cleaning and resurfacing the pool and just open it as a day spa ... what do you think?

Monday, July 03, 2006

God Bless America

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Conditioned Bliss

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Sunday, July 02, 2006

How I'm Feeling Right Now

myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics The main water pipe to my house broke. Emergency weekend maintenance cobbled it together so I have house water -- but no feed to the swamp cooler. It is currently 9:20 p.m. and 101* -- the cats and I are wasted. Plus, I somehow trashed my blog while trying to add a link -- and now am here rebuilding the whole thing. Whew! Great day -- NOT! myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics

|W|P|115198625040135484|W|P|God Bless America|W|P|quilly@quilldancer.com7/03/2006 09:52:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Donnak|W|P|Love your picture! I am fixin' to post mine as well. :) How has your weekend been?7/04/2006 04:04:00 AM|W|P|Blogger Terrace|W|P|spaaaaaaaaaarkly7/05/2006 10:00:00 AM|W|P|Blogger QUASAR9|W|P|Must have had a busy and entertaining 4th of July.
Odd how they don't quite share the same enthusiasm for American (US) Independence day in little ol' England. No hard feelings left though I'm sure.

So US out, England out, Germany out. Who is going to win the World Cup?7/05/2006 10:03:00 AM|W|P|Blogger Rob|W|P|Hope you had a great holiday weekend!7/05/2006 10:26:00 AM|W|P|Blogger Holly Desimone|W|P|Hi there,
Did you enjoy the holiday weekend? Take care7/03/2006 11:14:00 AM|W|P|Charlene Amsden|W|P|Myspace Codes, Myspace GraphicsMyspace CodesMyspace Codes, Myspace GraphicsMyspace, Myspace Codes AIR conditioned bliss, that is.|W|P|115195318645892818|W|P|Conditioned Bliss|W|P|quilly@quilldancer.com7/04/2006 04:15:00 AM|W|P|Blogger QUASAR9|W|P|So the 4th of July arrived early at your house.

Glad the air conditioning is back!
Have a great day! - Laters ... Q7/02/2006 09:19:00 PM|W|P|Charlene Amsden|W|P|myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics The main water pipe to my house broke. Emergency weekend maintenance cobbled it together so I have house water -- but no feed to the swamp cooler. It is currently 9:20 p.m. and 101* -- the cats and I are wasted. Plus, I somehow trashed my blog while trying to add a link -- and now am here rebuilding the whole thing. Whew! Great day -- NOT! myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics|W|P|115190065217708721|W|P|How I'm Feeling Right Now|W|P|quilly@quilldancer.com7/02/2006 10:04:00 PM|W|P|Blogger QUASAR9|W|P|Gotta laugh!

Another gorgeous Sun Rises
over Cambridge today Monday

Have a nice day! Q7/02/2006 10:34:00 PM|W|P|Blogger QuillDancer|W|P|You would laugh at someone slowly roasting in their own home -- with cats cooking for sidedishes? Hmmm ... am revising my opinion of you ...7/02/2006 11:31:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Rob|W|P|It isn't quite that hot here in Michigan, but hot enough that I can sympathize. It was still 80 degrees outside when I left work at just past midnight. That's sort of unusual for us. Of course here, its usually very humind any time its warm out - so you feel all sticky and miserable. Hope things get straightened out for you soon!7/02/2006 11:53:00 PM|W|P|Blogger QuillDancer|W|P|Rob -- I am saved by the lack of humidity, but you should see how much water I've poured down Both the cats were panting, so I doused them in water. They didn't like it much, but they're breathing normally.

I think we'll all sleep in the bathtub tonight.7/03/2006 03:43:00 AM|W|P|Blogger QUASAR9|W|P|Glad to see you got your weather girl back on the sidebar.
And you changed the 'humming bird' drinking from the flower, for one on top of the page.

We had dry hot air yesterday, almost couldn't breathe!

PS - I has to 'laugh' at the animation you put on (in) the post. I'd just been watching Alien Ressurrection (the film). lol!7/03/2006 03:47:00 AM|W|P|Blogger QUASAR9|W|P|PS - If you want to install haloscan, it allows you to correct any errors on comments.

Warning though! - if you install haloscan, you lose all your past blogger comments into cyberspace. As I found out.
Plus you cannot insist on blogger identity or "word verification".

So if you are getting spam or unwanted visitors, and you like the profile pics of visitors, stay with blogger comments. Laters ... Q7/03/2006 07:58:00 AM|W|P|Blogger QuillDancer|W|P|Q -- I'll keep the comments as they are, thanks. As a rule they are more entertaining then my blog. Besides, what's a mistake or two? Can't get through life without them ....

As for weathergirl -- she's quite happily telling me it is 104* and it is not yet 8 a.m. -- and my air conditioner still awaits repair. Last night was miserable.7/03/2006 11:14:00 AM|W|P|Blogger QUASAR9|W|P|Charlene I just read your profile:

"I'm QuillDancer from The US. I believe in approaching life with humor. I mean, there's no point in taking it too seriously, it's not like we're going to get out alive."

And then I saw the fires burning on your post, I'm sorry but ...
How do you expect me not to roll over laughing.

Hope the cooling system comes back on soon, if not try tying fans to the cats tails, and get them to wag them like dogs7/03/2006 12:06:00 PM|W|P|Blogger QuillDancer|W|P|Q -- I really considered before changing my profile comment. I mean, sure we won't leave Earth alive (although Hawkins suggests we put some effort into it), but our souls do not necessarily have to die.

As to the flames -- for 18 hours yesterday my home was hell.7/05/2006 10:29:00 AM|W|P|Blogger Holly Desimone|W|P|Hi quilldancer,
I am sorry to read about the water line, wishing you all the best. Take care-->