It's tax season. Need I say more?
The Lord willing, they are going to induce labor on February 11 and Clayton, my first grandchild, will be born sometime that day.
I had asked them not to have a child during tax season, but do kids these days listen to their parents?? nooooooooooo I'm afraid I'm going to hold the baby one time and refuse to go back to work :)
at 01/12/10 6:42PM
Your fences need to be horse high, pig tight and bull strong.
Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.
Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
Words that soak into your ears are whispered . . . not yelled.
Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.
Forgive your enemies; it messes up their heads..
Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.
It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.
You cannot unsay a cruel word.
Every path has a few puddles.
When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.
The best sermons are lived, not preached.
Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.
Don't judge folks by their relatives.
Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
Live a good, honorable life . . . Then when you get older and think back, you'll enjoy it a second time.
Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't bothering you none.
Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.
If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.
Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.
The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with watches you from the mirror every mornin'.
Always drink upstream from the herd.
Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment . . .
Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back in.
If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around..
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply.
Speak kindly
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at 12/30/09 10:37PM
Thank you for your words, your prayers, your comments, your laughter and your expressions of caring. In many different ways you've made my life warmer, richer, and fuller.
To those of you I've known a long time--I'm so glad we've had this way to re-connect and stay close.
To those of you I've met on here and haven't known very long--I'm so glad that either through time and chance or by God's providence, we've happened upon each other.
May you all have a Happy, Healthy, Holy, New Year, spent in service to our Lord in a way that is pleasing to Him.
God bless you all.
Sandi
at 12/21/09 5:53PM
A sick man turned to his doctor as he was preparing to
Leave the examination room and said,
'Doctor, I am afraid to die.
Tell me what lies on the other side.'
Very quietly, the doctor said, 'I don't know.'
'You don't know? You, a Christian man,
Do not know what is on the other side?'
The doctor was holding the handle of the door;
On the other side came a sound of scratching and whining,
And as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room
And leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.
Turning to the patient, the doctor said,
'Did you notice my dog?
He's never been in this room before.
He didn't know what was inside.
He knew nothing except that his master was here,
And when the door opened, he sprang in without fear.
I know little of what is on the other side of death,
But I do know one thing...
I know my Master is there and that is enough.'
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at 12/20/09 11:00AM
I think this will become a favorite of mine in years to come. I told it last year, and I'm going to have to tell it again. I've mentioned that many nights
Kathleen will keep us awake by talking. She'll call out for someone to come help her (when you go in there, she doesn't know what she needs). Sometimes she'll just talk randomly about all kinds of things. Sometimes she wants to get out of bed.
Last year, Christmas Eve, Steve had gone in there in response to her calling out several times. Each time, explaining it was bedtime; telling her it was time to be quite and go to sleep. Finally, about 10:30, he and I gave up and went to bed. Sometimes we can just ignore her and go to sleep. Other times we can't. This time she was quiet for a little while and we managed to doze off and sleep.
Sommer was home, in the living room. About 11:30 Kathleen started again, calling out, wanting someone to come in there and help her, get her out of bed, etc.... Sommer went in to her room. She told her that it was Christmas Eve and that she had to go to sleep because Santa Claus was watching and he couldn't come until she went to sleep. "Okay", said Kathleen. Sommer left the room, and Kathleen was quiet and went off to sleep.
I slept pretty good that night. The next morning, Christmas morning, when I got up, Steve was already up(as usual). I asked him how he slept. "Terrible!" he said. "Mom woke me up about 2:00 singing all 14 verses to 'Santa Claus is coming to town!'"
Of course, we didn't find out til later in the day about the conversation Sommer had with her. You never can tell what gets through to an alzheimers patient. Apparently "He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake" stuck with her, LOLOLOLOL.
We'll treasure this memory.
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