A Pester After God's Own Heart

Baby Steps...

2009-06-12T10:26:00.000-07:00

Firstly, don't get your hopes up. The only baby around here is our new little black duck that hatched the other day. Also, do not let this post get your hopes up, I am a terrible blogger. I miss the connection and encouragement, the personal attacks. Yes, that was all great. Somehow my life is just too crazy right now. I do have a Myspace page that I from time to time update my status and the like. Mainly it has become a tool to reach out to the families of those that come to Church in Paragould.

I have really learned much in this first year of pastoring. I could hardly say it when I first began, "pastor." At times it still seems surreal. I have enjoyed it though. With our convention looming and everyone's future up in the air, I can honestly say it has been a wonderful experience. I appreciate more fully the sacrifice of those that are chosen to lead. Case in point...the Church is clean, yard mowed ready for Sunday's service. My house is less than perfect...yard a little shaggy (not bad). If Better Homes and Gardens showed up today I would ask for airbrushed photos. They would look like white pages I fear. Service Sunday will be a special Heritage Celebration as I am sure many will be doing.

Let's see, this past year...we have celebrated Grandparents' Day, been blocked out of service for an ice storm and downed power lines, had services at Hardee's restaurant, homes, Lake Frierson, been the the hospital, funeral home, homes, held Christmas Communion, a Christmas dinner and card exchange, had bake sales, yard sales, Olan Mills pictures, had a pastor birthday party, Old time Homecoming, mowed, cleaned...The list goes on.

Many hours of sacrifice both in preparing for service and in maintaining the property have been invested. I count it a wise investment. The stock market has seen perils and will no doubt see more, but these treasures are laid up where there is no danger of collapse. These sacrifices have meant that there is less time for other things. Unfortunately my beloved blogging was one area that saw a cut. As I learn to adapt to these changes in my life, perhaps one baby step at a time, I will post again soon. But for now there is a dirty pool asking to be cleaned, animals ready for walks, weeds to be pulled, details for Sunday to be planned out, a nap to be taken before work, what is a feller to eat, Children's Church for regional convention is a month away...this list goes on, too. Whew!!

You may never see this...

2008-11-11T16:43:00.000-08:00

You have probably long forgotten my blog by now since I am rarely ever here myself. I just read my last post and boy do I have some stories to tell, but can't because the things I find to humorous, the person that it is about might not. We have just gotten back from a long drive to Helena, AR. Our member, Sis Mary Burch, lost her dad and we traveled to be at the funeral today. It was so crowded that we never got to speak to Sis Mary. She knew we were there, though. So did the congregation because the minister in charge had me stand for the everyone to see. I just expected to be put on spot for some reason. He just asked me to stand and recognized me and our sacrifice to be there. It was very kind of him to do so although a little strange. We made the journey home after a quick stop at such a fine eating establishment...Sonic. Our local Sonic has been closed for a couple of months while they build a new one. Tabithia is crazy about the place and crazy when she is not about it. She is very tired. I forget sometimes about the the limitations of the slightly weaker vessel. She does very well though.

Speaking of weak. We had a bake sale last Friday. It went very well. I was up until 3 am, and them back up at 6 the night before, getting things ready. I had to go pick up a load from a coworker of mine that has been so faithful to attend our Sunday morning service. He made so much stuff. What a generous guy! It is good because between me and him that was all there was. Bro Fred did manage to talk some of his relatives out of a couple of jars of goods. We raised somewhere around $100. That is very well considering our yard sale raised $20 and there was good stuff in there. Augh... I think I shall retire and keep those stories to myself. They are really good though!

Unfaithful at Some Things...

2008-10-09T11:31:00.000-07:00

I have learned that my new life as a pastor enables me to fulfill the calling of God on my life. It is a satisfying and gratifying feeling that cannot be explained. Even at the most difficult moment, it is not in my heart to turn tail and run. I have worked tirelessly at promoting and sending out cards and invitations, organizing and cleaning and doing all things possible to ensure a warm welcome and a spirit of worship. The stage is set so to speak. It is an unending job where there is never ample time to do all that I would love so much to do. I yearn to paint and hang new lights and do other work, yet souls are in need of rescue. So, I pace myself and do what is needful for now.

Really, pastor, is a new identity that is unlike who I was before. Not entirely, but mostly. It has meant the death of parts of me or at least rest. I am not the avid gardener I was, that part of me just does not have the time to come out. I am not such a busy neat freak. That part now sleeps. I am not complaining, but for now those things that identified me before are as the old cliche goes..."back burner." Even blogging is one of those things I have so little time for. I ask myself now what I think I am doing. Time moves so quickly. Where does it go? I would love to tell the quirky crazy stories here I once did, but I just incorporate some of that insanity into the pulpit.

So if you wonder where I have been, I am not dead, just parts of me wait until the day is spent and the work is done. That crazy preacher has just redirected that energy to a different place. I may seem unfaithful here, but in other areas I am giving my all. Maybe soon I will have some hilarious, riotous story to post. Don't count me out. Lord willing I will post again!

Okay, I Can't Stop...

2008-09-04T09:41:00.002-07:00

I thought I would try one more desperate attempt to redeem myself. Let me first say that I picked a more mature (probably in many ways) man than I with a wee bit of gray around the edges (cause there is only hair on the edges) Just kidding. I want to be sensitive here. I ran some one's picture besides mine to see what results would come up. If the program runs me as older, then someone more advanced in years should probably come up looking like the Crypt Keeper. Well, la ti da, guess what...they didn't!!! I am still older. Bro Ray, than you for volunteering for this experiment (well, maybe I volunteered you) and being such a good sport.

I will not whine or cry (at least I am not typing those sentiments). *bites lips* Okay! That is all okay!

Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage

2008-09-04T09:41:00.001-07:00

MyHeritage: Family trees - Genealogy - Celebs - Collage - Morph

GRUMBLE!!!!!!

2008-09-04T09:37:00.001-07:00

Even a not very good picture of my adorable bride brings much better results than the old man!!!!

Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage

2008-09-04T09:36:00.001-07:00

MyHeritage: Family tree - Genealogy - Celebrity - Collage - Morph

Not A Bit Better!!!!!!!

2008-09-04T09:25:00.001-07:00

Well, I may have to take that back. The beady eyed Pierce Bronsan was on this list. That first one though, Joe Perry, he looks like he was beaten with an ugly stick and his neighbor...eeewwww!!!!! Really. I am so not being nice today, but it is true. People know when they are ugly. I am apparently having to come to terms with that. Reality, how harsh, how cruel. I really do not think that I will perform another such test. It just keeps geting worse. Alas, I will alow you to go back to you daily tasks as will I! Cinderfella is just to ugly for the ball...home for me...a life of scrubbing floors...chores!!!

Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage

2008-09-04T09:21:00.001-07:00

MyHeritage: Family trees - Genealogy - Celebrities - Collage - Morph

Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage

2008-09-04T08:58:00.001-07:00

MyHeritage: Celebrity Collage - Descendants - Blank family tree

I Look Like Old Men...

2008-09-04T08:53:00.000-07:00

AUUUUUGGHHHHHH! I saw on some one's myspace how they did the celebrity look a like thing. I had a patient tell me one time that I looked like Brad Pitt. Although I think that is far from the truth and I am not a Pitt fan, I took it as a compliment. Well, one of my coworkers has always mouthed about that and just hee hawed! That is southern for laughing to the point of incontinence. Ahem. Now where was I. Oh, yes! Look alikes my foot! These are all old men. I was expecting quite different results. I picked my professional picture...AAAAAUUUGGHHHHH!!!!! These are all old men. Now, if you find yourself in the same age range as these people please do not be offended. There is nothing wrong with that if that is how old you are but to have my youthful essence and be classified as ancient is unacceptable. You could probably put your pictures in and look like a young Shirley Temple or Ron Howard. I look like him now!!!! Not Fair!!!!! Okay, maybe I am being offensive again. Perhaps I should be honored to rank so highly among the more mature men. Come on Dan Rather!!!!!!! I don't look like Dan Rather!!!!!

All of this with my birthday less than a month away! I think I shall forget the day all together. The way I look I probably will anyway!

Really, I am not that shallow (those wrinkles evidently look like glaciers receded across my face). Let me also say that David Carridine is homely! (pause for laughing). Really, he is! I am going to have to find a more scientific site and see who I really resemble. This is too much!

Where Have I Been...

2008-08-20T09:10:00.000-07:00

Oh, my!! Nearly a month has passed and nothing from me! Not a thing. Well, lets see what all has taken place. I had surgery...yes, oral surgery. Don't try to down play that like it was nothing. I got up the next day like a had cheeks full of nuts. the next day was even worse, cheeks full of grapefruits (whole grapefruits). I wish I only had pictures with me now to prove it. During all of that I was contacted by Bro Dewayne Smith about pastoring a Church this year. That dialogue went on for a couple of days. I accepted because I had always felt a connection with that Church. If there ever was a place to start I knew it was there in Paragould, AR. I thought I better say where. It is about 30 minutes from my home. So no moving involved now. I did have to move from the Congregation I love so dearly though. Jonesboro is such a wonderful place, the Church. It is all about LOVE! You can feel it. It was no small undertaking moving out of the Children's Church room there. I had so much stuff that now takes up nearly half of my garage.

Once done there is was time to start moving into Paragould. It is a really cute little country church type feel. There are some opportunities for building improvements. There are really great members, though few. Thus far many have visited with us. Some neighboring Church members, some first time guests. It has been great. I have really enjoyed it thus far.

The day is slipping away from me and I have yet to get my CPMA service together for tonight. God bless you all! More later!!!

A Little Behind...

2008-07-02T08:43:00.000-07:00

I am just a little bit behind my goal for posts in 2008. Not by very much though. I am also behind in information. Let's see...Hunter, my nephew, came home from Arkansas Children's Hospital last week. He had a check up on Monday in which they said he was better than when he was discharged. So that is wonderful news. He came to Church on Sunday. That kid needs a haircut. He was cooped up in the hospital for a month. He is looking shaggy. It was a great sight to see him home though. He is still on a special children's renal diet with all kinds of restrictions about what he can and cannot have. No milk, not bacon, no nuts, no salt, no chicken nuggets. I am not sure if the kid can eat anything really. Don't think that he can have his favorite condiment either, ketchup. Poor, poor, Hunter. I think the girls are glad to have him home and their mother of course. I have felt so sorry for all involved. It has been quite an ordeal. Hunter really was spared, THANK YOU JESUS!!!! Although he looks quite ghostly (pale white) he is very lively. It is wonderful.

In other news, since my last post I have continued comping at Wal Mart and coupon clipping. At Kroger the other day, I saved $27. That falls short of the $35 at Walgreens just days prior. I have had other savings in the past couple of weeks in excess of $100 total. It has been very impressive. It is a thrill to go into the store and walk out with free stuff and have done nothing illegal. With double coupon the other day at Kroger that is just what happened. Free stuff!!!! No five finger discount. No dash out the front door. No security chasing me! I think that, too, might produce an initial thrill but guilt would set in later.

Well, I am a post closer to my goal and really must be cutting this off. I have much, much, much to do. Have a great few days!

I Did It...I Did It...

2008-06-19T07:23:00.000-07:00

Finally I have found some kind of template out there that I could make work. When everyone else had such cool blogs, I was stuck with Mr. Soto. Now that everyone else has just about quit blogging, I finally figured it out. It seems I am often a day late and a dollar short. Speaking of dollars, I hope, I think it is payday. I had $4 in the bank yesterday. I felt poor. I have been spending a little extra lately in an effort to save money. That sounds crazy so let me see if I can make some reason out of it. I heard somewhere that you don't buy things because you need them right then. you buy because the price is right to buy them. Like for instance, Walgreens had Windex, BOGO at $2.79. I also had a manufacturers coupon for $1 off. So I got 2 bottles of Windex for a little over a dollar bottle. I also bought instant coffee at such a terrific bargain. I saved $35 in there.

I have turned sale watcher, coupon clipper. It really pays. I am not one of these people that are terrified about gas/food prices. I am being wise though and making an effort to reduce spending and store up some things. I found canned goods on sale the other day and filled the pantry back up. I am not going crazy though. I will not have to buy vitamins for a year. I think it is kind of like the thrill of the hunt. I love a bargain. The other day I went to a local thrift store and found 5 student desks for our children's church room. They were $5 each and in great shape. They even had the books of the Bible taped on top on a bookmark. I went to TSC the other day and found dog food for about $4 less per bag than Wal Mart. Good times!!!! It is great. At Wal Mart, I found cereal in the bag for $1. My old way of shopping was crazy!

Well, I gotta go. There are bargains outs there calling my name, if my check hit the bank! I will have to find that out first. I off to find a bargain!

Crossing the Dela"where"...

2008-06-18T08:38:00.000-07:00

A Scene From the Wizard of Oz

2008-06-18T08:34:00.000-07:00

Watch Where you Put Your Foot...

2008-06-18T08:32:00.000-07:00

Seally Kids!

2008-06-18T08:29:00.000-07:00

Petting Zoo...

2008-06-18T08:24:00.000-07:00

ZOO TOO (I mean 2)

2008-06-18T08:19:00.000-07:00

Okay, I had trouble getting the pictures on here, Rather than give a big long narrative play by play I will let what pictures I can get up do the talking.

It's a ZOO Out There...

2008-06-18T08:03:00.000-07:00

In our Children's Church we have been studying "fearfully and wonderfully made." We have looked at the diversity of creation and the brilliance of the Creator. So to kind of cap this off we made the hour trek (sounds like we walked it, barefoot and in the snow) to the Memphis Zoo. I have long wanted to go to the Zoo. Do you perhaps see a bit of ulterior motive there? Well, we got there with our children clad in F.R.O.G visors which I stayed up until 2 am finishing. Some people are such procrastinators. PITIFUL!!! The F.R.O.G of course stands for fully rely on God. You may catch a glimpse of them in the photos.

We had a very good time. I did notice that children are not like they used to be. I am still a child, pretty much. I wanted to see everything, bounding around like an escaped ape. I am mystified by the awesomeness of creation. I think all of the kids took at least a little turn riding in the rented stroller. These are not all small children. Hmmm! Lazy bums!

Treasure Hunter...

2008-06-06T08:22:00.000-07:00

I was trying to come up with a phrase that had Hunter in it. At first the title was "Great White Hunter." That seemed a bit racist or something. Anyway it was not the right fit. However that kid is ghostly white. I heard that he was even more pale in his illness but that his color had returned and swelling reduced but he still has a way to go. His other grandmother, Brenda (that could be confusing because my mom is a Brenda as well) asked a nurse if he was out of danger. The answer was a stern, "No."

He is making progress though. His kidneys are producing minuscule amounts of urine. There was a set back on Wednesday as his dialysis catheter clogged and a new one had to be inserted. That typically is an almost surgery like procedure performed in the xray department. He returned to dialysis on Thursday and had 700 ml filtered from his blood. That was the most successful dialysis session he has had. That is really a lot of fluids to be floating around excess in a small child's body. He has lost 5 more pounds, leaving him somewhere around 28 pounds.

The poor kid has not been able to eat or drink due to vomiting and fluid control. Last night everyone that entered his room was quickly informed by a near 2 year old that he wanted his cup and he was hungry. They finally decided to allow a Popsicle which he was so grateful for. If he did well with that he might get something else.

He has been playful the last couple of days. He has had his oxygen line wrapped all around him. He even knocked it off during the night and his saturation level remained high. That means that although he has very rapid, labored breathing that it is for the most part effective.

Jeremy has said that this experience puts a lot of things into perspective. they normally only allow one parent to sleep in the room with him. Jeremy will not even leave the floor to rest in the family area. He just camps out on benches or whatever he can find just outside of the unit. He really does not want to be that far away. they have discovered what a treasure they have in Hunter and all of the others. I am sure they knew that all along but this experience has really changed the way they look at things.

Last night Momma came over with the girls to pick up some cards and things from people at Church. they were on their way to Wal-Mart from our house. Low and behold...if Cameron would not go with them. She stayed with me and Tabithia and Scooter while they shopped. She would say "Scooter Pooter." She said she was our little girl and that Scooter was her brother. that kid is such a mess. Due to her eye condition, she really does not open her eyes fully outside that often. When she does it is very quick. I tried and tried to get a wide-eyed picture to no avail. I really believe she would have stayed the night. She was well behaved much unlike her behavior I heard over the telephone earlier. She just played in the rocks around the pond and the sand between the cracks of the brick patio. I guess I should say the sand that was between the bricks. They miss their little brother and I was glad to give them an excursion. Cameron had said the other day that she was going to come to my house and get in the pool. When I asked her about it she said it was not the big one. On Memorial Day I placed a small pool out just in case the big pool proved too much. She was willing to drive 20 miles to get in a little $8 kiddie pool. Well, she doesn't drive but whatever.

I am on the eve of going to work with very much to accomplish. I will try to update this information with what I know over the weekend. I don't know how busy I will be, but I will try. Please keep praying. The results are those prayers are seen and felt already!

All About Hunter...

2008-06-04T07:30:00.000-07:00

It turned out to be a very rough weekend for those in the house of Mullins. Hunter Ray Mullins, 23 months, had been sick since Memorial Day with nausea, vomiting and diarrhea. He was unable to hold down much of anything for that whole week. On Friday evening his parents, Jeremy (my youngest brother) and Crystal, noticing a continuous decline in his condition, decided to take him to the emergency room. They arrived and checked in at around 8 pm. Somewhere in the neighborhood of 11 pm after a slight protest they received the next available room in the ER. As his lab tests began to come back it was clear that Hunter was a sick little boy. His creatinine was very elevated at over 3 times the normal demonstrating that his kidneys were not functioning as they should. As the ER staff waited on a urine specimen, it was determined they were not functioning at all.

After a series of exams, xrays, lab tests and consults it was determined that Hunter would be better served by a pediatric hospital. He and her mother were transported by ambulance to Little Rock's Arkansas Children's Hospital, a nationally acclaimed hospital. Upon arrival it was determined that he was in desperate need of dialysis as his blood pressure skyrocketed to 186/133, a critical level for an adult much less a tiny, less than 30 pound infant. As he was prepared for treatment, his lung collapsed, dealing yet another set back and postponing the needed dialysis. Central lines, dialysis catheters, epigastric tube and intubation were all employed and Hunter was placed on a ventilator. Saturday was a horrendous day of waiting for news to surface from Little Rock. It was a day of great fear not knowing what God had in store for this family.

At sunrise Sunday, there was nervous anticipation as to what the outcome might be. Finally the call was made and there was peace. Hunter was waking up wanting his mother and his shoes. He is a child that must have his shoes at all times. When he gets out of the bath, when he goes to bed, the boy wants his shoes. It was the first sign of an improvement and it was very welcome. But little Hunter is still not out of the woods. He remains in the unit at children's undergoing dialysis. All of the intubation has at the time of this writing been removed but he has begun to have labored breathing and is extremely anxious.

It is uncertain at this time what brought all of this on. It was originally suspected that it was E coli and consequential Hemolytic Uremic Syndrome. Doctors are now questioning that diagnosis and cultures are pending. His sisters are still here wanting their baby brother to come home. They were in quarantine while their own lab test were out. They came back negative for any bacteria and once again can be around other children.

It has been a rough weekend and start of a week. There have been small improvements in his condition. Those rays of hope are shining and getting brighter at the same time. Please be in earnest prayer for Hunter and the family. Jeremy and Crystal both need the Lord in their lives. This situation may be just the opportunity.

Way Past Due...

2008-05-29T07:17:00.000-07:00

Well, I did so well for so long and then***raspberry***NOTHING! I know that must have left my blog fans hanging and I do apologize for that. I was just trying to post a picture, but somehow it did not work! We have yet another duck in our home. I went out to feed the squawkers Sunday afternoon and to my delight there was a tiny black hatchling still in part of its egg. I rushed to the scene and took it into my arms. Not only is it a black duck with little black feet but it also has a yellow belly, hence the name Chicken (coward). We tend to call it Chickie. It is very cute. Meanwhile, Scooter is nearly fully grown and, yes, still inside. He will follow you around in the yard like a puppy. I don't know about that. We have some puppies that came down from the farm the other day and they did not follow us one bit. They did manage to wallow out the flower bed though.

Let me talk about something unrelated to animals. The Lord laid on my heart a CPMA program to decorate the graves of our deceased members. I arranged R/W/B/P flowers with a tag. I have yet to get them placed. It is a shame that some of these resting places may have even been forgotten and uncared for all of these years. The tags proclaim the Biblical bursting forth. Though absent from the body, these members who left behind such rich heritage are present with the Lord. Placing these flowers shows that these Christian soldiers have not been forgotten, nor has their sacrifice and testimony. We had a very moving CPMA service the other night. We may not have some of the great properties that these funds (CPMA) once went for but we do have all of these others where great men and women were laid to rest. It would be great to have some permanent markers for this endeavor.

The pictures above are Maggie (Magnificent) Roloff. She is a "little dog." She is a third the size of her siblings. What she lacks in size, she makes up for in attitude. The other picture is the table I designed for our back porch. We wanted something bigger that would not break the budget. A ready made table was not available that fit those criteria. It has been pretty uneventful around here. Just working and cleaning...I guess I should get back to it.

Weeds In The Garden...

2008-05-15T05:46:00.000-07:00

Well, I will start by stating that after 4 weeks, Scooter is still in the house. He seems to be half grown and we still have no intentions of returning him to the others at this point. In fact there have been rumored successful house-breaking's of ducks. I will research that a little once I get off here. I finally named the other new duck that lives with his momma, Goose. Out there is Duck, Duck, Duck, Duck, Duck...GOOSE! I love it!

Enough about the ducks though. It seems that I have to pull weeds every time I turn around. Places where I just pulled weeds the next day will have more. It is kind of like a gray hair. They say don't pull them or ten will take its place. Some people should really have listened. No, I am just kidding. I do not believe the superstition. I do not pull my gray hairs because I am follicularly challenged and no matter what color, every hair counts. Where was I? Yes, weeds! No, not weed, but weeds. The way my mind jumps around I wonder about the first. I will be the first to say I never smoked marijuana. My uncles did in front of me though while they were supposed to be the responsible ones babysitting me! No wonder I am so warped. One of those uncles has really turned his life around. The other...not so much. Let's see...follicularly challenged...pot...WEEDS!

I thought it best to start a new paragraph (if blogger really breaks it up. For some reason my paragraphs never split ????) I pull weeds and pull weeds (THANKS A LOT ADAM!) . There are some I do not. Those that would risk uprooting a valuable plant I leave. I don't want to damage the good by removing the bad. In some cases I could probably get the weed out with some minor damage to the roots. I don't want to stress that plant or cause undue pain. Some things may be considered weeds but I like them and tend them tenderly as my little green children (I am crazy today). It has been said one is nearest to God when in a garden. I don't know all about that, there have been many times I have felt him closer. But there are some deep lessons that can be learned. We grow here in the Garden of God and He tends us to be the very best plant. Some perform different tasks. One thing is sure, the grass whithereth and the flower fadeth. There is but a short time, a short growing season to catch the eye of someone. Just as plants don't so much draw attention to themselves, we reflect back the mastery of the Gardener. Some plants are fussy and require much toiling and care. Others just need the right conditions. He knows our perfect placement, care instructions. He knows just where to place us on the path to be awe inspiring. Plants are at the whim of the gardener to do as he pleases. May we find ourselves in the same position of the Master Gardener.

Haunted...

2008-05-03T22:14:00.000-07:00

Don't be fooled by my title. It is not an apparition that plagues me, it is the constant sound, "Cheep, cheep..." It is everywhere. I hear it when I am in the yard. I am at the hospital now and met an older man walking down the hall. Something about him made that screaking sound very similar to the call, cry if you will, of my precious child, Scooter. I hear that sound so much at home, it seems to be universal. A moment ago I even heard the elevator make the same sound. Cheep! Some people must be quackers (you know who you are). I guess I am just cheap! Well, this has to be a brief post. The kiosk I am at has timed out on me before when I had a wealth of wisdom typed and prepared to be an immense blessing. Did any of you ever feel that way about your real children (don't tell me Scooter is not real)? Did it seem like you always heard them whether they were really making noise or not?

Strange Night...

2008-05-02T08:57:00.000-07:00

A few weeks ago we had the strangest night. I immediately ran for my camera knowing that this moment could not be duplicated. A storm had just passed through at sunset. That was the only sun we saw that day...right at the end. It was such a glorious sunset. It was dark and light all at the same time. The trees seemed golden. I just wanted to leave you all with this and the following two posts before the weekend. If you have not read in a while we have gone to the ducks. In that case there are several inspiring posts you should read (Is this a commercial for my blog or what?) I have much to do today. We have a mission auction at our Church tonight. See there, I do attend some functions. I have to do a little cooking and cleaning and sleeping today. It sounds like the weather will not permit much else. The rumble of thunder can be heard in the distance. What a good day for a nap! I don't say that lazily. For those who might not know, I go to work tonight as 10:30 and work until 11 am in the morning, then basically repeat it the following night. It is time for another crazy weekend of work. It really does get crazy. I had a girl tell me last week, "You would look cute with earrings." My thought was, "Girl, What is your problem, I look cute without them." Isn't that like the world? They think you have to have some bling to shine. I would rather shine with the Light and Love of Christ. I had another lady tell me she knew she had a tumor because it moved around just like a baby. I was like, "Woh! Get this woman a psych eval." While tumors do have their own blood supply and show up enhanced on contrasted CT's and are able to metastasize, they are not living breathing creatures that move around of their own will. They have no wills, brains or intelligence. It sounds like she had an alien to me. There is also the case of the shrunken head. A woman repeated exclaimed during her test, "You are shrink my head!" Sigh! The overnight hours on the weekend either produces those who are genuinely ill or those who are genuinely mentally ill. There is never a dull moment, I assure you.

I will just concentrate on that photo above and think of the beauty that God has made. We are, after all, fearfully and wonderfully made. That does not mean God was scared of us although some people scare me witless. He took great thought and care in creating us. The very design and complexity of our bodies clearly demonstrates that. So even those who seem a bit off...still deserve the same care from me. The Master potter is able to remove even the deepest marring from these vessels. I am not that potter, I just simply get them to His hands.

I Let the Cat Out of the "Box"...

2008-05-02T08:47:00.000-07:00

This is what your children look like the next morning when they stay up all night. He has decided to sleep in my box of pool supplies way up high on top of a desk on top of another desk. It was placed in such a precarious spot of altitude to avoid having the cat in the box. I have not made any attempts to evict him yet. It is kind of cute. I am sure I can get cat hair off of everything (I think). Don't the poor baby look tired. He has been with us over a year now. Other than laying out all night at times he has really calmed down. He does not attack me anymore. He's been really good or just really tired. I'm not sure.

Nintendo D(uck)S...

2008-05-02T08:35:00.000-07:00

It seems that Scooter has developed the same mind rotting habit of his mother (Tabithia). He is addicted to video games. Tabithia can break this out in the car or at a restaurant and you never hear a peep out of her. It seems that our little duckie is no different. Really though, this game is not suck an intelligence deteriorating activity. It causes one to think and react quickly. I personally stink at it. Scooter really caught on quickly. You can see the motion of his wings. he is really getting after it. If he keeps this up, we will have to at least find him a blue game. I don't want to give him a complex. The next morning he read the mail with me. I was unable to successfully get his picture as he skimmed over the Arkansas Vacation Package. I have to get this duck a job. AFLAC's got nothing on him. I am quite sure he could peck that little GEICO gecko's eyes out, too. I don't promote violence or anything but if it should come to it my child is tougher. I know, I am just another one of those competitive parents, one of those sick people trying to make their child a star. Just ask yourself this, "Have you ever seen a duck play a video game?"

Ducky See...Ducky Doo...Lots of Ducky Doo...

2008-04-30T06:29:00.000-07:00

Having Scooter in the house has been quite the adventure. Really it has not been bad. He has only started to make messes. Yes, piles of messes. Last night, though, I put him down on the floor. He never had one "accident" as we call it. Why we call something that comes naturally to an animal an accident I will never know. Anyway, that is all pretty easily cleaned. A little disinfectant and paper towel and we are as good as new. The floor is clean enough to eat off of again (GROSS!!). Scooter does not scoot now. It is quite a run that he does. The funny thing is when he is down, he takes every step you do. If you sit he sits. It is like a game of Simon Says (not American Idol, the old school game).

I had a really small water bowl for him and that was always getting overturned, etc. So I thought I would put in a larger one. I have heard that baby ducks not raised with their mama's should not get wet. They get the oils they need for waterproofing from her. So no baths for Scooter...or so I thought. The bigger bowl apparently screamed swimming pool. He can hop in and out like it was nothing. He splashed water everywhere. Hmmm...(rethinking this whole keeping the duck inside thing).

The first pic was still his first night of life. I just could not help but think of the M&M logo, "Melts in mouth not in your hands." That is sick. I could never eat an animal with a name, certainly not with a face. Last night we got in from the barn really late. We nuked some frozen chicken patties and made instant potatoes. Dinner in a flash. We topped it off with the left over jello mold from the other night. Anyway, in the process of preparing (you see how random my thoughts are and how quickly they can go in any direction...imagine what it must be like to be me) this wonderful meal, I dropped the chicken patties. I was just thankful it did not hit Scooter. Could you imagine the headlines...Duckling Killed By Falling Frozen Chicken? It was no where close to him and no where close to where he walks to my delight. It quickly became a place that he goes because the crumbs on the floor looked very appetizing (chicken patties removed). He really liked the crumbs though. He is one sick bird. He does not even know that was a cousin.

Tonight is a big night after Church. It is 31 cent scoop night at Baskin Robbins. You can purchase up t o 10 per customer. We are taking the youth to the mall and pigging out (I guess I am all about the animals these days). This is a nationwide thing. So if you read this (as if anyone does) and have a BR store nearby, 5-10 is discounted scoops. It goes to a good cause as well. I am supposed to getting Tabithia something for breakfast. We are grocery-less at home. Gotta go before I am sleeping in the duck box.

Update...

2008-04-26T01:20:00.000-07:00

Okay, I have been doing some serious posting here lately. I just wanted to bring everyone up to date on the previous posts. No name duck is thriving like a weed. She fits right in with the others. Scooter's condition is much improved and he has been upgraded for critical condition. He is really doing fine. Does anyone know a trick for removing duck excrement from carpeting. I had (or shall I say Scooter had) one tiny accident while I was making arrangements to care for him. The bunny sadly wen to sleep forever. Poor thing. I tried though. It is after 3 am at the time of this post and it is time for me to eat while the rest of you sleep on. A little folding of the hands...Anyway, I gots to go!

Mission of Mercy...

2008-04-25T10:52:00.001-07:00

I know the title sounds like the evangelistic work that I am supposed to be doing. I am. Okay, anyway. This refers to my day yesterday. I rose early to beat the rain and get my garden planted. I pretty much succeeded in that. I got a little wet but not bad. There are now some 51 tomato plants of 5 different varieties in addition to peppers, green beans, peas, radishes, okra, pumpkins, eggplants, squash, zucchini and cucumbers. I might just be quite the farmer this year if I can avoid cultivating grass, which is what I tend to grow best in the garden. Once I finished I went to see the baby duck which is after this post. I looked and saw a tiny near lifeless baby duck in the nesting house. I rushed in braving the protective feathered assassin and quickly clutched the tiny, freshly cracked infant barley cling to life. We rushed to the pet emergency care clinic (or our bathroom) and began to bring the baby's body temperature up (with a hair dryer). After a couple of hours of toiling with the weak animal, finally it began to come out of it. It may not be 100% yet. It does not really act right. I may have interrupted nature's way of preserving the strongest. Nonetheless I rescued Scooter (he is quiet). I think he may have been pecked a little. So it might take a little bit to nurse him back to health. He is on his way though. He does eat and drink on his own. If he makes it through the next couple of days, he should be able to come out of ICU (our kitchen) and return to the duck pen. He is not the least bit afraid of us.

That was not the only act of mercy performed to the animal kingdom by yours truly. I was preparing dinner last night. I wanted to attend the revival at Harrisburg with our General Overseer but I had heard a rumor that Bro Smith might not be able to attend. Since I was not sure I decided to cook the turkey that has been perched in my freezer. No, that was not the charitable act. I had to run to Pocahontas (where I learned that Bro and Sis Smith were in fact here) and then home for a whirlwind of preparation. I did not have all the ingredients for dinner. I rushed to Wal-Mart and back. Around 4:30 everything was well underway for a 7 pm meeting. I barley made it. I think I might have been a few minutes over. During all of this chaos, I heard what sounded like a puppy crying in my half open garage. I went to look a little excited at what I might find. I looked and there was the cat, Mushu. He was eyeballing something large. I looked and it was a baby rabbit of about 6-8 inches long. Not teeny tiny. I took it away from him and placed it on the front porch to monitor it. I was unsure if it would make it or not. I think I interfered again because it seems to have a back injury. I am just not a knock-it-in-the-head kind of guy. I think it will get better. I have place the bunny in with the ducks. He does seem to be on the mend. I just don't know how much mending is possible. I am monitoring it closely. As long as he stays away from the eggs and babies he should be fine. Dinner was served shortly after seven, deep fried turkey, deviled potatoes, asparagus, rasberry applesauce jello mold, pineapple cream layered angel food cake, mashed potatoes, tomato/cucumber salad and rolls. I think that was it. I am big on list in this post. It was a busy, productive day. I have another list I am working on for tomorrow after work. But for today-- nothing. I hope to be able to attend the revival tonight. I have babies to tend! What am I doing on here!

Drumroll please...Ta Da-uck...

2008-04-25T10:40:00.000-07:00

This is the duckling that hatched Monday, I think. We managed to steal it away from its very upset and very aggressive mother. I thought she was going to eat me live. It was so loud. Don't mess with a mama duck! We actually just borrowed him for a little while. A poultry expert informed us that she would be fine with the adult quackers. "How do I know it is a she?" you ask. It is quite simple. A human female gathering is often referred to as a "hen party." This is due to the loud and often obnoxious sounds that are emitted from the gaggle. Young female ducks can be identified by the amount of noise they make. Male hatchlings are quiet(er). My how nature imitates civilization. Ha...ha...ha...ha! I had to let everyone know just how much I laugh as I type this. This little girl has no name as of yet. I am open to suggestions. Quack now or forever hold your peace.

I love little baby ducks...Old pick up trucks...Not so much...

2008-04-23T06:35:00.000-07:00

I had some time off this last weekend finishing up my vacation time before it runs out. Of course Tabithia wants to clean up the farm every chance we get. This small piece of land contains years of accumulation of her grandfather. He still operates his horse...uh...well...He just has some horses back there. Sometimes as many as ten. I think we are a little below that now. It is amazing there is room for that many horses with all of that junk. We have burned termite colonies that were once stacks of boards. We have loaded trailers with heaps of metal to be recycled and I think raised over $1000 for whatever cause it is going for. I think it is cause he needs some money. That brings me to my title. There are old truck beds and one complete smashed in old truck. Why? Why do old(er) people find the need to head up, hoard up mountains of worthless stuff? I know one man's trash is another's treasure. I see no value in much of this. I do not like these old pick up trucks and don't know how we will ever get them loaded and gone.

As for the little baby duck, I have one. After years of having ducks, finally one hatched a baby. It is the cutest little thing. Mama duck is protective, too. She has been less than friendly to me. She never heard that old adage about biting the hand that feeds you. She is guarding it very well. We had another one over the weekend that did not make it. This one is very healthy looking and does well with the others, too. I am so proud and I took the best picture of it yesterday. I will have to post that some other time. You will love it also. I also forgot my jump drive with Puerto Rico pics. That will have to wait as well. Today you just get me. Isn't that enough?

That is really all I have at this time. I can remember saying that when I started preaching and have heard others say it. That is all I have. Usually that was when it was so short that you would not believe it was over. No, really, that is it. That's funny. I had not thought about that in a while. I never do that anymore. I think they said my message itself was only 20 minutes Sunday. Tabithia, who accuses me of longwindedness, said it was just right. I was just so sick. Really I was done though and then we formed a prayer line in which the whole congregation passed through. There were more people there than it seemed. The line just kept coming. Prayer lines are really a lot of work. I learned that at the General Assembly. My voice is usually always gone by the time we are half way. Good times! I would rather loose my voice in Church (some people would not understand that at all) than at a football game. I don't even understand football. Am I un-American? I grew up a small school where we did not have football. We consolidated to a school that had it but the interest was never there.

The merry rambler has said too much. I gotta go!

A Little PR...

2008-04-18T09:31:00.000-07:00

Notice anything strange?

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No Prejudice...

2008-04-18T08:48:00.000-07:00

One thing I truly loved about Puerto Rico was something that was said by a tour guide. According to Mr. Sunshine (Sunshine Tours--he really had that type personality very positive. he was quite the tree-hugger though, very new age--paints with all the colors of the wind sort of thing--back to the story) there is no prejudice in Puerto Rico. One of the most degrading and divisive practices of society to me is prejudice. I cannot hate on the basis of color or culture or for an other reason. How can there be a Great Speckled Bird if there were no different tones of people? I heard someone try to blame our nation's problems on the influx of different nationalities. Last time I looked in the mirror I was clearly a cracker, not Native American. So I am, and so was the other person, a transplant. We came in on a boat! Maybe I just have wild melting pot ideas. I can see the All Nations Flag proudly waving in all parts of the world regardless of skin color.

Aside from talking to the trees, Mr. Sunshine had it right and so does Puerto Rico. Really I saw no hint of prejudice while there. There are Spanish, English, Spanglish, black, white, Hispanic and some all combined in one. It is such mixture that it is nearly impossible to separate one from the other. As for the talking to trees...I do feel like you can venture out into God's creation and revel in the beauty of it and worship the Mastermind behind it all. I also feel it does deserve respect. One must be careful treading through the Garden of God. We were sent to dress and keep. What an easy task that was preAdamic curse--no weeds! The diverse flora and fawna from one location to the next amazes me. Our imagination could not have contrived such complexity. His ways and thoughts are truly higher than ours. While I respect nature, I would rather hug people than trees.

Is this not the most different post I have ever come up with? Maybe it is the result of spring being in full bloom or maybe the fact that my garden is broken and near ready for planting. I don't know. I do love creation, but I love the Creator even more.

"I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well" Psalm 139:14

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Here's One More...

2008-04-17T07:56:00.000-07:00

Where Have I Been?

2008-04-17T07:42:00.000-07:00

It has been forever since my last post. I have never even gotten my pics from vacation up. We had a wonderful time in sunny Puerto Rico. I guess I should say mostly sunny, because it rained like crazy on us the last day. That was cool though, we had done all that we had set out to do. It was not as user friendly as Hawaii. It was very unique and you had the feeling that it was absolutely ancient. I have post a few pics to kind of let you see what it was like. Yes, Sis Tammi, I love US territories. Tabithia and I are considering passports for Christmas.

In Puerto Rico we hiked a rainforest, we sailed out to an off shore island on a catamaran (can you say seasick?) and we toured Old San Juan. In Old San Juan we went in and explored over 400 year old forts that American ships bombarded in conquest of the island. I mentioned that PR was not very user friendly. One thind about it thou, it was very hands on. There were no restrictions in the forts, you could go where you wanted, even in the guard lookouts that over hang the walls. It was the same in the rainforest. You could get off the path in the stream. People swim in the falls. I was able to get some very good pictures (over 700) We walked and were so active. We are in very good shape. Or we were.

It was very beautiful and comparable to the cost of living where I live. I think we need a PR mission church. I don't speak Spanish. What a shame. I am about out of time and will tell more later!

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Finally, after two days of trying to post a picture...wahoo!!!! I did it. Now, all of this to say that I am going to be gone for a few days starting Sunday. If the picture does not say it, we are going to Puerto Rico!!!!!!! I think it will be amazing!!!! Can't wait! Feel free to post your envious comments. Just remember that jealosy is as cruel as the grave.

I Remember Dark Calvary...

2008-03-21T06:13:00.000-07:00

May God bless each of you

as we reverently celebrate and worship

our Saviour and His life changing sacrifice.

The horror of those last hours grips our hearts with pain,

yet the glory of His resurrection dispels the gloom

of not only the events of those days but also our own dark hours.

At times when there seems to be no hope,

He is our HOPE.

One Sick Puppy...

2008-03-13T07:38:00.000-07:00

Cabin fever has finally broken! I have been out in the yard with the yet cool, moist soil filtering through (and mainly sticking to) my hands. My black lagoon of a pond I started last year is now shaping up. I about have it figured out and cleaned out of the fishy smelling, water-logged leaves. I was elbow deep and did not care. Augh, life is good again. Spring is such a wonderful time. Our trees are preparing for a vivid show that is just at curtain time. Winter is nice in its own way but I like the others much more. We seldom get snow here so it is just a cold, windy, barren time of year that leaves you under house arrest.

Last weekend was the exception to that. It snowed and snowed all day long on Friday. It was one of those windy, driving snows that you can't really get god pictures of during the storm. I had to work that night so by the time I got off the next day there were limited good photo ops. I managed to get a few. Sorry, I don't have them on me now. I will try to post some later.

I have a busy couple of weeks here with our Easter activities. I have some much work to be doing. Not to mention the yard beckons. I hope to get a garden in the ground this year. I bought a couple of those little green houses from Wal-Mart which have been a good start to my tomatoes and peppers among other things.

Now, as for sick a puppy. My little 82 pound yellow lad, Carlie Noel, has not been feeling well for a little while. She would have days where she was better then days where she was worse. I have put off taking her to the vet hoping she would get better. I thought of putting her on the international prayer list. Well, I loader her up to go. This was no easy process in itself. She, when she suspects trouble, will lay flat to the ground and go completely limp making it impossible to raise her slightly overweight body from the ground. I finally got her picked up and carried her to the car. She road in the front seat like a very good girl. She was scared. Once there she would not get out either. I had to carry her in. Once there her blood test revealed she has heart worms. Her x-rays revealed she has an enlarged heart. Poor girl. Right now she is on some meds to clear her lungs and make her feel better. Treatment will follow. I don't know if Carlie believes in divine healing so I need everyone believing with me. She really does not feel well and is not her normal obnoxious self.

That is about it for now. I am waiting on the travel agent to get my information to me. Lord willing, we are going to Puerto Rico!!!!

Snow and Sixty Degrees...

2008-03-05T06:33:00.000-08:00

Those two hardly seem to go together, but here in Arkansas that is clearly the case. I have always heard about the Natural State, "If you don't like the weather, don't worry it will change." And change it does. The weekend was glorious, a little windy, but for early March, it was great! I worked of course and went home to sleep. How absurd. I slept through the best weather of the year. i just told myself there would be more. The winds of change blew and blew until cold front passed through on Monday night. What should happen on Tuesday...you guessed it...SNOW. I use that term very liberally. We call the small dusting we received snow. The frost on the ground this morning was more impressive.

Have I just become the blogger meteorologist or what? Have I gotten so old that all I talk of is the weather? I will explain that in one phrase...CABIN FEVER!!!!! I have it so bad. I am ready to return to the yard for therapy. There is something about sinking your hands into the earth. In the quiet moments of yard labors are found peace, meditation and poison ivy. Oh...wait that doesn't belong! It really is peaceful, tranquil. I think on so many things. It is taking Gods creation and showcasing it in a way that brings Him glory. This year, Lord willing, it is supplementing the supper table. I am so excited and cannot wait. I have things growing at my backdoor already. But I cannot do anything because it is too cold!!!!!

Am I the only one with this problem? AUGH!!!!!! Today the temperature is back in the 50's. So we rebound very quickly until we have another chance for snow this weekend. Eventually the epic battle between warm and cold will end and it will be so humid we can barely stand it. I can't wait!

That is your weather report (or rather mine). The SON always shines here though!

Has It Been a Week Already...

2008-02-29T06:06:00.001-08:00

My how time passes so quickly. Life seems to go at such a hurried pace. Nonessential time grabbers get kicked to the curb. I dare say that it will not be blogging. This is therapy. I am in some need of therapy right now. Yesterday was the big day at the orthodontist student's office. I have a mouth full of metal. Well, not quite full as we have not started my lower teeth yet. That will truly be a fun day. I laid back for well over an hour as I was fitted for this beautiful piece of art in my mouth. Really it does not hurt, too bad. The spacers that were in were far worse. This morning I do feel the tension of all of it. Enough whining...what else do I have to talk about.

I had a very old lady making passes at me last night. All of this while I was starting her iv. I reminded her of that. I have seen many dirty old men but very few dirty old women. She had mentioned being healed at Church before mixed in with many innuendos. What kind of water was in that well (sweet, bitter)? She was truly a mess. She told me she wanted to die laughing. I was okay with that idea for her just not while she was on my table. I have had another patient tell me before, "You must be that hot Xray tech I am supposed to get a phone number from for my sister." I was completely dumbfounded. No one had ever asked for my number before. In the health care industry you see all kinds and never quite know what to expect. I have been accused of trying to kill people, I have been accused of shrinking a patient's head. I have been verbally abused. Mostly, though, I have had many opportunities to be a blessing and to be blessed. I have prayed with some. I have hugged and been hugged. There just never seems to be a dull moment.

I have returned patients to the ER with tazer drawing police in front and behind. I have been scanning one moment and initiating CPR the next. I have had to clean up nearly every kind of mess a human can make. Other times I have felt so personally involved that one would think my family was on the table. I have worked in sterile fields elbow to elbow with radiologists and scanned under the watchful eye of surgeons. I have come a long way from the chicken I was when I started.

Is this a commercial for me or what? Hey, it is my blog and I can ramble as I please. I am about rambled out. Blah!

I do like this media for communicating, though. It is the one place I can come and not have a lisp. I discovered last night that I can't whistle. I can make some noise but no tune is appreciable. Some don't appreciate a whistled tune anyway. I was good though. Perhaps in two years if I have not forgotten how. Perhaps.

Nearly Spring...

2008-02-21T06:18:00.000-08:00

Aaaawww! It is just nearly springtime here, although today's artic blast would disprove that statement. It is very cold and windy. We actually had a freezing rain advisory earlier. It never materialized here. yesterday I went to Memphis to the orthodonist. Wait, let me clarify that statement. It was actually the orthodonist student. I have been accepted as a test patient for a nice fee in the University of Tennessee School of Orthodontics. For the next two years I will be undergoing severe torture to align my teeth. the main reason for my participation is my retained primary tooth. I still have a baby tooth. My dentist told me that is is likely that is would fall out someday...funny to me it has made it 31 years+. Anyway, my permanent tooth is in the gums still. The plan is to wire me up align my teeth, correct my bite and yes pull this tooth down into place with a gold chain. Of all colors for this chain to be it is a gold chain. I will have bling, gold for ornament in my mouth. This should be interesting.

What I feel is more interesting is the fact that students will be in my mouth doing all kinds of stuff...students. I either have such a high level of faith or stupidity. I am really not sure which. I just keep telling myself that I am someone's grade and they will pay close attention to detail. It is either pass or fail. But really whether they make an A or a C they are a doctor just the same. I hope my student is a straight A. We get assigned an intern/resident whatever they are called. I go back next week and start getting my brackets. I have spacers in right now that I think are spliting my teeth wide open. I am such a baby, I know. I am really too old for this.

The real problem is going to be the fact that they are going to pull my retained primary canine tooth. I will be a snaggle tooth for a while. I don't know what I will do about that. Oh me! I am not vain but I am becoming less and less through this experience. Humility...what a hard lesson to pick up sometimes.

I guess this experience does give me something to blog about. Perhaps I should post pics of my progress. Hmmm! Time will tell...

Lost and Found

2008-02-13T07:36:00.000-08:00

Okay. I interpretted the lack of comments posted that I could skip a post during my busy time. I do apologize. It has been very crazy, somehow. Looking back I don't see it, but heading through the storm it was evident. last Tuesday was Tabithia's birthday. She says it is 25 but I have to differ on that. Anyway. We went to Memphis for her accupuncture appointment, did a few other things while there then we headed home, almost. We went straight on to Jonesboro to the Dillard's clearance outlet then the mall. By the time we got home, Memphis had been hit by a bad storm with tornadoes and the like. Then we were in the middle of the storms ourselves.

This seems a bit too informational. It has just been crazy around here. District convention was this past weekend. I went to Pocahontas right after work for that. It went very well I think. Conventions get hard since I changed schedules. I kind of have to be choosy about what I attend or take vacation. I am not as young as I used to be (while I am not as old as others I know *snickers*). I just don't rebound from sleeplessness as well. I changed my work schedule to weekends so that I could conduct revivals. The only service I have to miss now is SS. I make it to everything else. I am still informational. DULL!!!

This is why I haven't posted. I am boring. Very boring! Blah!!!!! Blah!!!! Blah!!!!!

Okay, lost and found time...Mushu, the sweet and sour putty tat is at it again. The other day I was holding him next to my face and he gently wrapped his paws around me to return the love. Then he grabbed both sides of my face like a field mouse. Oh, but the attack was not over yet. he then proceeded to open those vicious fangs wide and closed in on the left cheek. I was just like, "Not the face!! Not the face!!" That was when I came to my senses. It all happened so fast. I threw him to the floor and got myself clear. Well, that was pretty well all of that. That just lets you know a little about his demeanor. He is at times very sweet and at others without warning, very sour. Saturday when I came home from the convention, I went straight to bed. Tabithia worked until 8:30pm. Everyone is getting their tax refunds so they are all going crazy getting their hair "did." Mushu ran out of the garage when she pulled in. He was not home when I left that night, the next afternoon after Church, the next night when we came home from Church, the next morning, then after 48 hours missing, he shows back up, dirty and I think with some scratches here and there. Stinking tomcat! I was very glad to see the little sweet and sour booger. He was home at last. Last night I took him in the house and was petting on him until he had the flattus issue. Augh!!! It was so bad. That cat!!!! He is good though!

60 mph Plus...

2008-01-31T05:36:00.000-08:00

On Tuesday we had 60 mph plus straight-line winds sweeping across our area that toppled utility poles, tossed big trucks line mere toys and snapped large trees like twigs. At my house the only damage was a few things blown around. Oh, yeah, the basketball goal was blown on top of a small fence. Very minor damage, thank God. Other had roof damage and trees on homes. We went out to eat while a friend of ours was in surgery. It was over 60 degrees. When we left the restaraunt it was cold.

I was thinking that is just how life comes out you. It comes roaring at over 60 mph and is subject to change at any time. Last week I was sick and could not wait to be off after Monday. Not so. I was awakened on Tueday by the hospital. One of our tech's father had a heart attack. She was off Tuesday and Wednesday. I worked both of those. Then on Thursday I attended the funeral of my childhood friend and cousin, Angela. She was only 31 with a 1 year old baby. Here one moment and gone the next. It is so sad. Friday I had to go to the orthodonist in Memphis and then back to work again that night. I don't remember the week before. I just know having the day off yesterday was wonderful. It felt good to get out of the rat race for just a little bit. I had a much slower pace yesterday. No 60 mph plus for me.

I don't plan on that today either but that can all change with little notice. We are under a winter weather advisory but I really thin we got cheated as there are only puddles outside today. I had hoped to get up this morning and photo a blizzard. I have some pictures I would like to post. perhaps tomorrow. If not then maybe next week.

Friday already...

2008-01-18T06:51:00.000-08:00

Most people love to see Friday come rolling around. Hmmm...I guess I have to view it a little differently. Friday is the first day of my work week which consists mainly of only three days. I really don't go to work until 10:30 tonight. So I just barely even work Friday, but I have to dread it all day. I don't dislike my job. It is a really good job. The Xray program produces around 40 new techs each year and the number of available positions is very limited. So I am very blessed to have a job at all. Especially one where I am full-time and still only work three days. But I would still rather be home!

Enough of that boring stuff. Let me move on to other boring things. My poor dog has been under the weather for the last little while. I forced some medicine down her throat (she does not believe in divine healing). Actually I never had to force her. She swallows her food whole as well as anything else that she might think tastes good. She is on the mend though. Usually she is very energetic and quite annoying. For days she was lethargic and otherwise sick. But, thank God, she is just about annoying again. She is very pretty but not much going on upstairs.

In other news, our Children's Church is going west! Yes, in search of straight and narrow pass. It is absolutely wild (west). It is the great adventure (Stephen Curtis Chapman). I plan to use this theme for a while if all goes well. Ye haw! I will let you know how that goes. The biggest challenge has been getting the time to go set up a wild west adventure classroom. There are just not enough hours in the day. I wonder if Wal-Mart sells spare time. That would be great. I probably could not afford it, though. I am going o go down there in a minute.

I am so boring today. I really am. When you have a day like this you should just post pictures!

Hmmmm...

2008-01-15T06:33:00.000-08:00

What to post...hmmmm...Well, I am definitely not in a very serious mood but then again I am a Sanguine. Am I ever in a serious mood? I don't think so. That seriousness will kill you. After all, studies do show that stress is major factor in premature death. Yes, get that down in the heart of you all of your stressers. In the wise words of Barney Fife, "Nip it, nip it, nip it!"

The other day some one informed us that when you google Trumann, AR (on the image setting) my blog comes right up. That is kind of like being one of the most noticeable things you see when you drive into town. It is kind of like being the spokesperson for the fine town of Trumann (displays parade Grand Marshall wave). I really should receive some compensation for being one of the most notable figures of Trumann (online). I could say many things at this juncture to insult the fine community in which I live, but no, I am the online Grand Marshall. (waves again). It really is not a bad place. Give me modern conveniences such as running water, electricity (I'm saying, "Really, I need these things.") Wal-Mart. Yes, I am all about Wal-Mart. It is an Arkansas company. Don't nobody betta say nothin bad about my Wal-Mart. There are people in other parts of the country that are so anti-Wal-Mart. Get over it. I would not complain it Wal-Mart wanted to build a Supercenter next door to me. I could walk over there. Think of all the gas I would save.

This really is some rambling. That is what I am known for in Trumann and beyond. TTYL!

What Goes Up, Must Come Down...

2008-01-09T05:38:00.000-08:00

Oh, yes. All of those beautiful, twinkling lights that were displayed in previous post, part of the probably over 2 million lights that tripled our normal electric bill, have to come down. It was all fun while it lasted, but now it is such a enormous chore. The grove inside seems to be mostly stripped of its glittered ornaments with a fine shimmer on nearly everything in the house. This is the messiest time of the year. The artificial needles are strewn from room to room. Boxes are stacked up as if the inhabitants will seek a new residence elsewhere. Wouldn't that be the easy thing? Just move out to a non-Christmas decorated house and live out the rest of the year. With my sickness I would probably have both places filled with the wonder and amazement of the season. I have to count every time I try figure out how many trees we have. Well, I bought three more this year, really more than that if you count some other little things. Hobby Lobby was 80% off the other day. Just let me say that if I had paid full price my bounty would have been over $600. What a bargain! Doesn't that always seem to justify it? This is a very un-Christmas time of year. No one really wants to talk about it. They are all very tired of it by now. So yes, what goes up, all the decorations and lights and trees, it all must come down. Then it will be carried load after load into the attic. What goes up into the attic must come down as well. I look forward to the next Christmas season, Lord willing, in which all of the many boxes come down once again and spill their contents into an otherwise very dark winter setting. I am ready again for the triple electric bill. That is the best time.

Post #1

2008-01-03T05:34:00.000-08:00

Wow! It is hard to believe 2008 has arrived so quickly. It seems that I have worked so much lately and had so little time to blog. I am very proud to have set a new record for myself...107 blogs last year. That is nearly an entry every three days. That is not too bad. Besides that who would want to read anymore of this meaningless garbage. I really do ramble...much like I am doing now.

It has been a whirlwind of activity over the past few days. Part of that cyclonic behavior has been scurrying around the Christmas merchandise clearance like a rat after a piece of cheese. As soon as I make it through the door of the stores I feel like it is a dead heat to get to where the goods are before anyone else. I don't run, but do walk very fast. I am sure i look like a junkie trying to get one last fix. I don't know how much has been spent. I even bought some from orientaltrading.com. Perhaps one of my prior posts was wrong. I am not so much a Christmas addict as and after-Christmas sale addict. I think I need therapy.

Have you ever noticed how many New Years we have in the Church. There of course is January 1st. Then we have District Conventions in which people come back talking about this they want to...Then is is not long until Youth Convention...Regional Convention...General Assembly...Minister's Convention. So many come back from all of these events saying this year I want/hope/pray to do better. It is so often the same ones who so quickly fall back into the same unchanged behavior. How many New Years with the same resolution must we have? The only thing we have not picked up on is Chinese New Year and that is only a matter of time. This is the year of the rat by the way (whatever that means). Enough of that soap box.

I am actually waiting on Hobby Lobby to open so that I can give them a call to determine the % off today. I think I have rambled enough for today. maybe next year I will not be so out of control with after-Christ clearance. Check with me again after District Conventions.

Happy New Year!

Check This Out

2007-12-21T06:21:00.001-08:00

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1650331125

Alas, Here They Are...

2007-12-21T05:56:00.000-08:00

Merry Chistmas...

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Tree of Christmas Future...

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Tree of Christmas Past...

2007-12-21T05:48:00.000-08:00

The Office Tree...

2007-12-21T05:47:00.000-08:00

My Favorite Nativity Set...

2007-12-21T05:45:00.000-08:00

The Stockings Were Hung...

2007-12-21T05:43:00.000-08:00

The Reason for the Season Atop Hawaiian Sand...

2007-12-21T05:39:00.000-08:00

In the Living Room...

2007-12-21T05:37:00.000-08:00

One of the Living Room Trees...

2007-12-21T05:28:00.000-08:00

Snow in Arkansas?

2007-12-21T05:26:00.000-08:00

Ta Da...

2007-12-21T05:23:00.000-08:00

My Name Is...

2007-12-05T06:24:00.000-08:00

Apparently I am really Alicia Smith. I know it is crazy. I keep getting this message on my answering machine, "This message is for (different, unmatching computer voice) Alicia Smith. If you continue to listen you are acknowledging that you are Alicia Smith. I kept on listening because, hey, it is my house, my phone number and my answering machine. I must be Alicia Smith and I must owe someone some money. They are relentless. I am having and identity crisis apparently. I don't know who I am any more. I think I am one person and my answering machine tells me I am another. It is shocking! All my life I have apparently lived a lie...or I am getting these really obnoxious phone call about something and someone i know nothing about. Alicia Smith is right up there with Hazel McPherson. That was the previous name that people called looking for. Listen up world, I don't know who they are and I don't have your money. Okay! 870-483-5077 is the Mullins residence and it might just be that you owe me some cash! Hazel and Alicia if you are out there you need to pay up and update your contact information or you are going to owe me some cash, too.

Isn't it crazy, the phone calls we get. How dare they act like I am not supposed to listen to what is recorded on my answering machine. That is just rude. Anyone else get annoying calls like that. I screen any calls that I suspect may be telemarketers, etc.

Now, as for the Christmas display at the Mullins residence...drumroll please...it is DONE. I made the deadline. I surely did. It is all finished. Now I have to go out after dark and see if I can capture it. I know I have pledged pictures. I will have to get some on here. I will have to get some taken. It has been crazy to say the least. Anyway. It is all DONE! If I believed in dancing I would have to do little jig right now.

It is surprising that I can get anything doen having to be Alicia Smith's secretary. From what these people say I might out to look for a new job, cause she don't pay.

If you are Alicia Smith (or am I) or Hazel McPherson, or if you know them it is not my intent to out them for poor payement of bills. I do not mean to be insulting (or do I) and please feel free to use my phone number anyime (I wouldn't reccomend it). Now if I start getting a lot of calls from telemarketers lets say in the TX, TN, or WA areas I will be very suspicious. I know at least it will not be loan sharks trying to collect. Pictures soon. Soon can be difined so many ways. A day can be as 1000 years and 1000 years as a day. That is a very vague term. There are times that vagueness can keep you truthful. This is one such time. Soon...

The Deadline Approaches...

2007-11-29T06:35:00.000-08:00

Yes, the deadline for all of the mania to be at its peak is quickly approaching. So much needs to be done and if it is not finished by Dec 1st...well, it is just not finished. Augh!!!! That sounds scary indeed. I have today and tomorrow or at least portions of those days. It kind of feels like one of those timed tests in school where they say, "Time!" and pencils must go down. I never liked those tests.

The inside is basically done. The outside seems untouched. The roof is all done but that is about where I have gotten to. The pool is still open. My, my my! It just seems there is so much to do and I am here blogging about it. Oh well. What is worse is that I have to work tonight and tomorrow night. So that means I will have to get naps on both days to enable me to stay up all night. That kind of cuts into my time...I know...STOP WHINING!!!!!

Very well then. All is well. I will persevere and live to procrastinate again. I will unless I fall from the roof. It is done, but there is one more thing I would like to go up there for. I can't wait to get it all done and photographed! Is there a support group for people like me? Hopeless addicts! Well, I gotta go untangle some lights. See ya!

Rehab...

2007-11-23T22:23:00.000-08:00

My name is Jason and I...am a Christmas addict. I am such an addict, in fact, that there are some 15-16 trees in our home all fully decorated. I have hung well over a thousand ornaments and there seem to some left over. Oh, my. Perhaps I need help. The inside of our Christmas grove is now at or near completion. The outside is a totally different story. I put in several hours on the roof on Thursday in the cold. I am only partially there. I am sure it is to the disappointment of my season fans that expect it to be finished already. There really are many that drive by to see the display. I could have done some today but we were among the crazed, sleep deprived people who were out and about before 4 am.

Yes, that is correct. There were many others out there as well. These folks are devoted. We braved thick crowds, hot tempers. Our battery died on us before 5 am. Who do you call at that time of the day? Thankfully there was a man that responded as I dragged the booster cables out. That is what the season is all about, after all. Peace on earth, goodwill to me and all. He told us to have a blessed day. I thanked him for all of his help. A blessed but but bushed day. I slept the afternoon away to catch up, I normally have to take a nap to get ready to work all night any way.

It was a trully blessed holiday and thus far a blessed weekend. I pray the remainder of it is the same. I am so excited that it is on now. Christmas is on! The music plays from every speaker, the smells permeate the air, augh...yes, thre air. It has that cool, crisp feeling (30 degrees here, feels like 23). It is finally time. My addiction is okay. Now, I am like everyone else and not the person who has a tree up in October. Just a little while to be "normal." Is there such a thing?

DISCLAIMER: I am unable to spellcheck from the terminal I am at. Forgiver me for any miskeys, etc.

Happy Thanksgiving...

2007-11-21T05:23:00.000-08:00

What a busy day this will be. Tomorrow we will be so fat with overindulgence. But today is the planning, working, cleaning, etc day before. I am such a procrastinator. I really am. But it is raining today so that means I am stuck inside with nothing else to do. Let me just take a moment to wish all of you a very happy Thanksgiving. I must get busy!

Oh That Cat...

2007-11-16T09:44:00.000-08:00

As if it were not enough that the grandparents outgrew our home it now seems that the devilish feline who stays in our garage has decided that he should lay out all night, too. Wasn't that a long sentence and a very long story. He is of course a tom cat. He seems to have this needless desire to roam and roam defending his territory and of course hunting rodents.

I think the rodent part is great. We did not have any cats last year and the attic and garage were filled with mice. I purchased some "Shake-Away" online for $10. This product is scented like the...um...well...urine of a mouse's natural predators. One of which they had listed on the label was a bobcat. Now tell me how a city mouse knows what bobcat...um...well...urine smells like. I don't exactly live in town but not too far from it. There are no bobcats (that I have ever seen). But, the stuff seemed to work so I am not knocking it.

There is one ferocious light orange tomcat. You may have seen the picture I posted of him taking a nap by a mouse he had caught. This morning after Mushu did not come home, I went out looking for him. I just knew I would find him dead on the side of the road. I know that is how you mom and dads feel out there. There he was, not on the side of the road, rather he was in some tall grass at the edge of the field with his bum all up in the air shaking from side to side. he was getting ready to lunge on some unsuspecting animal. I allowed it and controlled my already brewing anger and went back inside. Moments later, Tabithia looked out and Mushu the Mischievous had once again brought his prey inside. I hate that. Were it dead, no big deal. This was a live rodent who was eager to escape its sadistic captor. He released the beast only enough to make it feel it was free, then would pounce on him. This went on only briefly when I heard a lot of pawing noise. Once again the cat lost a mouse in the junk in the garage. Augh!!!! Last year I had mice because there was no cat. This year I have a cat that brings them in and gives them a home. Is there "Shake-Away" for tomcats!

I had to go out and finish the job once again. I left him with the intact mouse which he later disemboweled. That is a beautiful feel good story. I know. I was so mad at him for being out all night. I provide him with a good home and he just lays out where ever in the cold. Kids these days have no respect, nor do cats. I could not help but pet and love on him though, especially when he starts that purring thing. He is so going to the vet for a little procedure though. Soon, very soon.

Empty Nest...

2007-11-14T06:40:00.001-08:00

It is always sad when they grow up and leave your once busy halls silent, lonely. Sad it is indeed. Okay maybe our figurative children have not left us, but Tabithia's grandparents have returned to their repaired/cleaned house after the fire. After a week and three days I guess I will again be responsible for my own dishes...terrible! I guess I will probably have to start folding laundry again...fooey! Life is so unfair. You raise them up right, teach them, train them and they leave you. This is just so hard to cope with.

We all knew the day would come that their house would be inhabitable again. The day would come when they would not come in late at night. They just didn't come home. All of this after we worked so hard to clean up a mess we had created getting ready for them. All of the Christmas trees have sprouted from the floor (no I do not live in a dirt floor house, albeit I do live in Arkansas. My neighbor's house was supposed to be dirt floor, they are tearing it down so I sneaked a peek, no dirt floor.) There were enough needles to think we had real trees. There are two in the living room, one each in the four bedrooms, one in the kitchen, one table top in each of the three baths. There are others awaiting placement. It is like a forest really. Our trees in the living room are HIS and HERS. It is a little friendly competition. I will try to post some pictures once the elves come and finish it all. Wouldn't that be great!

Well, I must get off here and get something accomplished. There are no elves and no grandparents gonna do anything around my place today. I need to adopt some homeless elderly people. Must be able to cook, clean and put dishes away in the proper spot (that is another story). Anyone that flies with an umbrella need not apply. I find that a little creepy with or without a spoonful of sugar.

Overdue...

2007-11-09T10:59:00.000-08:00

What a retched word! When it comes to bills it is particularly uncomfortable. We seldom ever experience that unless there has been some gross oversight (or misplaced bill). I am really over due to shed my joyful presence over blogville like glorious morning sun as it casts its first golden rays dispelling the darkness that was. So here I am. Feel better? Nyak!

A lot has transpired since last post. Last Friday, Tabithia's grandparents house caught fire. That was an intense moment when I received the phone call. It was disheartening to imagine plumes of smoke chased by the intense heat of years of memories engulfed in flames. I am so poetic today. What is up with that? I went over there and to my pleasure and surprise, no obvious flames. The fire department was on the scene and never had to sop down anything with their hoses. It began at the electrical meter and was primarily contained there. Someone was outside at the neighbors and caught it early. I fear that her grandparents who could scarcely hear a summer's thunderstorm would ever have a clue as to what was occurring. Everyone and virtually everything was safe. There was very minimal damage even from smoke.

For the past week, though, the house has been powerless, and thus the grandparents have moved in with us, only at night. They sleep at our house. They are so afraid that they will inconvenience us. They don't like to use our water. I actually like the dish washing situation. I despise to wash dishes. I don't even like to load them in the dishwasher. Blah! Well, Christine, her grandmother, is all about washing dishes. It is pretty nice actually.

Revival...What can I say? God has really blessed me as well as those there. Wednesday night was an awkward night for me. I did not feel I had the liberty needed. It was not any one's fault but perhaps my own. We had nine present the first night. Last night I believe we were up to about 11. It is a very small work and I am glad o be of service to them. The pastor apologizes unnecessarily because I am not discouraged. The Lord gave me a wonderful liberty last night. I was amazed by God's ability. I started and finished with the same intensity without any throat problems or loss of voice. Lately, I grow raspy by the end. My voice is nearly always gone by the end of the night anyway. the message was entitled, Isolation. I began talking about super staph and was able to put a plug in for hand washing, then on to the Levitical terms of isolation discussed in chapter 15, straight on to the woman with the issue of blood. We do not have to feel isolated. Our High Priest is touched with the feeling of our infirmities, whether physical, spiritual, emotional, mental...We just have to press through and reach out reach out in faith. only three members including the pastor have been there and four family members of one of the song leader. I am looking forward to tonight.

I should be wrapping this up. I still have to cook for Thanksgiving dinner on Sunday. I will have no time tomorrow. I need to let the dogs out. I need to change the ducks' water. I need to take a nap not to mention finish studying for tonight's message and have my things ready for work. What am I doing on here? See Ya!!

The Lighter Side...

2007-11-02T05:43:00.000-07:00

Being a Sanguine and all i prefer the lighter side of life. The same applies to the four letters that represent my personal make up that I posted a couple of times ago. I can't remember all of that alphabet stuff. I know the CPMA, WMB, VLB...That is really all the alphabet I can handle, not to mention all of the abbreviations I use at work. Really though, I like to type out some of the big words anyway. There is just something about typing out cholecystectomy. I can do that word so fast. Love it. See there I am on a lighter subject today although I am so stressed. Why should I be stressed, really I don't know. I am in revival next week for three days. I look forward to that. I also have so much yard work to do. I have bought all kinds of shrubs and bulbs that need to be planted. I also have things I need to move. Now is the time, if I only had the time. On the inside, boxes are already flying open and Christmas has found its way into our house again. The mantle is done with stockings in place. Yes, I know if Becki is reading this she will strip a gear. Some people, me being one of them, skip right over the beautiful season of Autumn. I have had that lecture before. We have a fall display int he kitchen, although not for long.

I have a couple of prayer request before I close this out. The first of course is the revival next Wednesday through Friday. It is a smaller Church and I pray hey are truly revived and encouraged. I do not want just a series of meetings, I want the presence of God. My second request is for me. My neck is hurting me so badly as well as my shoulder. I cannot raise my arm up very high. I had the hardest time shaving. My neck messes up a few times a year while my should either could be a result of my neck or a condition that I have in my shoulder as well. Please remember these requests.

The Real Deal...

2007-10-31T05:53:00.000-07:00

On this day when everyone (perhaps not everyone) dons a mask and pretends to be that which they are not, I just have to ask what makes this day so different from any other. It seems as though people are always masquerading as that which they are not. I want to be real and genuine. I am pretty transparent most of the time. That is not always a good thing. I work really hard to live peaceably with all men. When I say say I want to be real, I think I mean I want everyone else to be also. I never want to misrepresent what and who I am. I don't fell I do that. I don't brag about abilities. I treat them the same as dependents, I have zero. You may be wondering where all of this came from. Well, I sure can't say because there just might be someone lurking in the shadows. (I know you are out there.) That is fun isn't it?

I am reminded of that little song, "I Just Wanna Be a Sheep." I learned really quick that a hypocrite is just not hip with it. Proverbs 25:14 states, "Whoso boasteth himself of a false gift is like clouds and wind without rain." There are many just blowing in the wind. Can people tel the difference? When they come in need of a shower they can.

This subject is a bit more serious than my normal jesting. My blog is a representation of me. It is real. This is what I am like...zany, unpredictable. It is typical Sanguine jargon. No motives here. No charades. What you see is what you get. Now there are those times when I might not be in the best of moods that i just don't post. That could be a lot of days out of the week. Really it's not. I am me, take it or leave it. For real!

At Wit's End...

2007-10-19T09:44:00.000-07:00

Hmmm. Really I am not at my wit's end. I am not especially stressed. It has been a busy crazy week and the weekend now looms before me. When you only work three days a week those days that you work become exceptionally dreadful. That is not bothering me at this point though. That comes a little later in the day. I worked a whopping our hours yesterday but it was just as well. I had to go to that Safety Fai thing anyway. I think I blogged about that yesterday. I attended a very lengthy but interesting lecture on personalities last night. It is much deeper than the four (choleric, sanguine...). My sanguine personality prevents me from thinking any harder to come up with the other two. Sorry if I did not list you. Oh, well...this system has 16 personalities. It is the Meyers-Briggs system (MBTI). Again I don't remember what all of that means (the TI part). The speaker said that there were people in the nearly every community that could score your. It is not a test it is merely an instrument. So, I am going to find an online test which he advised against and see just what kind of person I am.

There really is something to personalities. We are all so different. When you couple personality with psychosis then it really gets interesting and you have most of my overnight patients in the CT department. They really are a different breed, most of them. Some people are ligitimately ill. Others are ill in a different way if you know what I mean.

O kay I took a little break here and you never knew it. I am possibly a INFP. Here's what that means. You let me know if it is a match.

"Usually gentle and kind, they are intense and passionate about their values and deeply held beliefs, which they share with trusted friends. Because of their discreet manner, their enthusiasm may not be apparent. They are sensitive to others' pain, restlessness or general discomfort and strive to find happiness, balance and wholeness for themselves in order to help others find joy, satisfaction and plenitude. They are deeply empathetic."

"They live life in an intently personal fashion, acting on the belief that each person is unique and that social norms are to be respected only if they do not hinder personal development or expression. They strive to adhere to their own high personal moral standards and are particularly sensitive to inconsistencies in their environment between what is being said and what is being done. Empty promises of adhering to something they value – such as environmental causes or human rights - set off an inner alarm and they may transform themselves into modern day Joan of Arcs."

"They are quietly persistent in raising awareness of cherished causes and often fight for the underdog in quiet or not-so-quiet ways. In a team, they will raise issues of integrity, authenticity, and good or bad, and may to opt out if the team refuses to address the questions raised. "

"They are usually tolerant and open-minded, insightful, flexible and understanding. They live for the understanding of others and feel deeply grateful when someone takes the time to get to know them personally. They have good listening skills, are genuinely concerned, insightful, and usually avid readers. At their best, they inspire others to be themselves."

I did not read all of it yet but some of it seems right. I say that is my possible personality because to know for sure I need to pay the $35 and take the whole test of 93 questions. For now i am an INFP. What are you?

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words...

2007-10-18T06:41:00.000-07:00

I am not so naive to think that I can just put up a bunch of pictures and expect not to give some of amazingly witty commentary at some point. Really, I am not that full of myself. IT just sounded good at the moment. Thanks to all of those who have had a limited Hawaiian vacation by looking at my snapshots. I have enjoyed all of your comments. Some of those places are so pretty it would be hard to take a bad photo. I have many more pics that I would like to post soon that bring more wow factor.

Sis. Becky, I took with me 2, 2 GB, memory cards and another camera with I think a 1 or 2 GB SD card. I took over 2000 pictures. It really did not seem like I was missing out taking pictures all of the time. That was really what I wanted to do. There were pictures to be had everywhere and I wanted them. It was really like inexpensive souvenirs. I have a lot of them. Some good...some not so good.

It has been a busy week here. I have made the trip to Memphis twice. I have to go to work here in just a couple of hours...only for 4 hours though. That seems hardly worth it. I was going to have to go up there anyway. We are having the "Safety Fair." It is a booth to booth set up of hospital procedures. If you miss it, you have to take a stack of tests that is a whole lot less enjoyable. So I must go. Tonight I have to go hear a lecture for continuing education credit. So, this day pretty well stinks.

There was talk of going on another trip next week...Las Vegas. I know what you are thinking..."Why would a Christian go to sin city?" I care nothing about Las Vegas, but it is a short trip from the grand canyon. The H&R Block Convention is there and a friend of ours is a franchisee. We often travel with him and get discounts. This time it seems we have wait too long to book our tickets and they have gone up too much. So, I think we stay home this time, unless rates drop which I doubt. So no Grand Canyon for me. I should have really liked to have photographed that. Wow!

I think I have rambled quite enough and failed to deliver on the witty part. So, I just give you commentary today. Perhaps tomorrow I will bring the wit.

More Hawaii...

2007-10-12T07:50:00.000-07:00

More Hawaii...

2007-10-12T07:43:00.000-07:00

More Hawaii...

2007-10-12T07:41:00.000-07:00

More Hawaii...

2007-10-12T07:39:00.000-07:00

More Hawaii...

2007-10-12T07:37:00.001-07:00

More Hawaii...

2007-10-12T07:36:00.000-07:00

More Hawaii...

2007-10-12T07:29:00.000-07:00

More Hawaii...

2007-10-12T07:27:00.001-07:00

Say that three times fast. You must pronounce every vowel.

Wait a Minute...

2007-10-12T07:24:00.000-07:00

It worked! "A 15 minute call could save you 15% on your car insurance." It looks like he just just jump up and talk to you.

Bummer...

2007-10-12T07:11:00.000-07:00

I have tried for days to upload more pics from the land of Aloha. The Internet where I am is not fully cooperating. It pretty well stinks. I have nearly had a stroke trying this many times. It is nearly more than I can bear. I would love to be able to post some more but instead I am left only to describe with words. I will not even attempt that.

Having been home only a week now feels like months since we left that sunny (and rainy) land. I know that seems like a contradiction. It rained somewhere on that island everyday we were there. We are still eating on fresh pineapples straight from the red earth. Their soil is bright red but you wouldn't know that because I can't get the pictures up. There is so much iron from all of the volcanic activity. No volcanoes where we were, only extinct ones.

Life is back to normal here in the real world. We had a revival over the weekend with Sis Carter (Bro Lanny Carter's wife). I really enjoyed her ministry. She has such a take charge authority about her. Not like a coup attempt on your Church, but more like a "means business" approach. She does not compromise with the devil. I really admired her in your face altar work, too. She did not back down and at the same time was not over the top. She is very humble in spite of the description I have given here. I actually never knew she was a minister. In fact I had never really heard her say much in all of the times she was here on official business. She said a lot this past weekend and it was all good.

Well, I gotta get around. I need to cook something today to eat this weekend. Hmmm. I dunno! I will figure it out. Talk to you all next week, Lord willing!

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2007-10-09T07:42:00.001-07:00

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