One thing I love is getting away. Getting away even for a weekend. Just up and leaving town and going to somewhere else. Somewhere different. It's just the best thing ever.
Russell and I are leaving for Santa Margarita KOA to go camping with Jason and Nicky and their family. It's the first time we have ever taken Penelope camping, so wish us luck. But I am so looking forward to it. If you ask either Russell or I what our favorite trip together was beside our honeymoon. It was a trip up to Morro Bay in the county of San Louis Obispo. Which is right in the area we will be going to. Hopefully we can check out Hurst Castle, our favorite winery, and so much more.
And to celebrate getting away I changed the music playlist to suite. Hope you all enjoy!
Friday, September 26, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
German techno rubber ducky.....what?
On behalf of my daughter who loves Sesame street, here are a couple really funny clips....
German techno rubber ducky
obviously a german with a little too much time on his hands
Meal or no meal
German techno rubber ducky
obviously a german with a little too much time on his hands
Meal or no meal
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder
So Lucille read this to me the other day. I thought it was really funny; in fact it is exactly what I did all day at work. Can you believe they trust me with ICU patients?
Joke of the Day - A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
This is how is manifests itself:
I decide to wash my car. As I start toward to the garage, I notice
that there is mail on the hall table. I decide to go through the
mail before I wash the car. I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the trash can under the table, and notice that the trash can is full. So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the trash first, but then I think that since I’m going to be near the mailbox when I take out the trash anyway, I may as well pay the bills first. I take my checkbook off the table and see that there is only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go to my desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking. I’m going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don’t accidentally knock it over. I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold. As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye–they need to be watered. I set the Coke down on the counter and I discover my reading glasses that I’ve been searching for all morning. I decide I’d better put them back on my desk, but first I’m going to water the flowers. I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water, and suddenly I spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table. I realize that tonight, when we go to watch TV, we will be looking for the remote, but nobody will remember that it’s on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I’ll water the flowers. I splash some water on the flowers, but most of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill. Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do. At the end of the day; the car isn’t washed, the bills aren’t paid, there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter, the flowers aren’t watered, there is still only one check in my checkbook, I can’t find the remote, I can’t find my glasses, and I don’t remember
what I did with the car keys.
Joke of the Day - A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
This is how is manifests itself:
I decide to wash my car. As I start toward to the garage, I notice
that there is mail on the hall table. I decide to go through the
mail before I wash the car. I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the trash can under the table, and notice that the trash can is full. So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the trash first, but then I think that since I’m going to be near the mailbox when I take out the trash anyway, I may as well pay the bills first. I take my checkbook off the table and see that there is only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go to my desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking. I’m going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don’t accidentally knock it over. I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold. As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye–they need to be watered. I set the Coke down on the counter and I discover my reading glasses that I’ve been searching for all morning. I decide I’d better put them back on my desk, but first I’m going to water the flowers. I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water, and suddenly I spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table. I realize that tonight, when we go to watch TV, we will be looking for the remote, but nobody will remember that it’s on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I’ll water the flowers. I splash some water on the flowers, but most of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill. Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do. At the end of the day; the car isn’t washed, the bills aren’t paid, there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter, the flowers aren’t watered, there is still only one check in my checkbook, I can’t find the remote, I can’t find my glasses, and I don’t remember
what I did with the car keys.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
9-11
Those three numbers bring back memories. Memories about where you were, who you knew, and the things that followed.
I had a friend who worked one block away from the Pentagon when 9-11 hit. On the 2 month anniversary she took a trip to NY and visited what use to be the Twin Towers. She brought some pictures back for me.
The green fence in the background is the baracade of the twin towers destruction. The sky line shines through, where once before you were only in a shadow.
When the twin towers crashed down it was so powerful that it blew out windows from the surrounding structures.
her only peek through the fenced in area.
The streets around the area had poles and walls covered in a memorial to what had happened. I would love to see a picture now of those streets. I bet they are still covered.
I had a friend who worked one block away from the Pentagon when 9-11 hit. On the 2 month anniversary she took a trip to NY and visited what use to be the Twin Towers. She brought some pictures back for me.
The green fence in the background is the baracade of the twin towers destruction. The sky line shines through, where once before you were only in a shadow.
When the twin towers crashed down it was so powerful that it blew out windows from the surrounding structures.
her only peek through the fenced in area.
The streets around the area had poles and walls covered in a memorial to what had happened. I would love to see a picture now of those streets. I bet they are still covered.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I'm having a party
I'm having a PARTY on Monday. Drop me a comment if you haven't got the evite and I'll send it to you. It's a Pampered Chef party by one of my friends. And we are doing decadent desserts or like I like to say "death by chocolate".
thinking out loud
Lets just say that my prayer list has a lot of aspects.
Russell and I have signed up to work in Children's ministries. It's kind of exciting. We haven't been involved in ministry at this church since we started going there 2 years ago. It's been a long break. I needed a long break before when I left a very small church. But I didn't take it. I got right involved in ministry when we had gone to Gardena Valley. I don't see in retrospect yet if the ministry I was involved in was affected by it. Maybe a little. Hopefully God's grace was sufficient. Russell and I took a long time to be acquainted with Kings Harbor Church (where we are currently going). I have made several comments to Russell that I now feel like it is home. It is a very large church. Much larger then I have ever attended. It took us a while before you walk in and recognize the people, know them by name, and are friends with them. Our church started out 12 members 10 years ago when Senior Pastor Chris took over. It just grew very fast. Either way I'm looking forward to this small part that we will be getting involved in. Looking forward to branching out a little bit more. Looking forward to being used by God again--hopefully.
I also have had a lot of things happen to me lately. A lot of things around me that don't really involve me but still seem to affect me. I have realized how real demonic forces can be by a family member I care a lot about. And the eerie remembrance that The Screwtape Letters is in some ways not a fictional book. I am also amazed, in another way, at how a person's walk with Christ can become so pulled apart when they go through hard times. But like my grandmother has said, "you never know what goes on behind closed doors". So I just don't know. Then I have a growing friend who's mother went into the hospital. Maybe it is the Holy Spirits tug, maybe it is because I am a nurse, or maybe it is just a coincidence. But I have a strong pull to pray for healing. Sadly I have yet been a part of one despite my most earnest prayers. I'm starting to now pray for the logical approach. I know the medical answer. I know there is a place for this in God's healing hand. It's just not the amazing one. The one where people can't deny the fullness of God. The one that changes lives, hopefully, for a lifetime. That's the one I want to be a part of. Not just the day to day grind that I come to about twice a week called working as a RN.
Russell and I have signed up to work in Children's ministries. It's kind of exciting. We haven't been involved in ministry at this church since we started going there 2 years ago. It's been a long break. I needed a long break before when I left a very small church. But I didn't take it. I got right involved in ministry when we had gone to Gardena Valley. I don't see in retrospect yet if the ministry I was involved in was affected by it. Maybe a little. Hopefully God's grace was sufficient. Russell and I took a long time to be acquainted with Kings Harbor Church (where we are currently going). I have made several comments to Russell that I now feel like it is home. It is a very large church. Much larger then I have ever attended. It took us a while before you walk in and recognize the people, know them by name, and are friends with them. Our church started out 12 members 10 years ago when Senior Pastor Chris took over. It just grew very fast. Either way I'm looking forward to this small part that we will be getting involved in. Looking forward to branching out a little bit more. Looking forward to being used by God again--hopefully.
I also have had a lot of things happen to me lately. A lot of things around me that don't really involve me but still seem to affect me. I have realized how real demonic forces can be by a family member I care a lot about. And the eerie remembrance that The Screwtape Letters is in some ways not a fictional book. I am also amazed, in another way, at how a person's walk with Christ can become so pulled apart when they go through hard times. But like my grandmother has said, "you never know what goes on behind closed doors". So I just don't know. Then I have a growing friend who's mother went into the hospital. Maybe it is the Holy Spirits tug, maybe it is because I am a nurse, or maybe it is just a coincidence. But I have a strong pull to pray for healing. Sadly I have yet been a part of one despite my most earnest prayers. I'm starting to now pray for the logical approach. I know the medical answer. I know there is a place for this in God's healing hand. It's just not the amazing one. The one where people can't deny the fullness of God. The one that changes lives, hopefully, for a lifetime. That's the one I want to be a part of. Not just the day to day grind that I come to about twice a week called working as a RN.
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