Memory Tag

1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.

Productivity Screetches to a Halt

Nothing is getting done at my house. It's been this way for two days. I knew this would happen. I'm almost done. Just a hundred pages or so. Then I can come back to the present world. The world where there are no Souls and Hosts, Jareds, Jamies, Ians, or impossible decisions to make.

You know what I mean.

I guess, once you reach a certain age, you can toddle again.

Yeah, yeah. I'm still alive. I've just been....... so....... busy. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!

Even though I haven't been blogging, I HAVE been thinking about blogging. And I take my camera with me when I go places. You know, just in case I see something that BEGS to have it's picture taken.

Like this.

The Johnson's are getting new furniture.

At least, I'm assuming they are. I'm not a stalker. Really. At least not today. The RC Willey truck showed up at my house this morning mistaking us for the house one street over -The Johnson's. (To protect my neighbor's anonymity, I'm going to give them a generic name, like "Johnson", so no one knows who I'm really talking about.) Sometimes we get "The Johnson's" mail. Pretty juicy stuff. I won't go into any details about it, but I will say this: Sometimes, I think they shop in bulk.

Page 123

Angie tagged me with the following:

1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people and post a comment to the person who tagged you once you've posted your three sentences.

Angie tagged me a while ago and I wasn't able to respond to her tag since I was at school and the 100 nearest books to me were all under 32 pages long. I'm home now and as I looked around for the nearest book I discovered the nearest one was a surprise book from Zack sitting on our shelf.

The book is "C.S. Lewis: The Complete C.S. Lewis Signature Classics."

Page 123 happens to be the preface to "The Screwtape Letters".

"They themselves are equally pleased by both errors and hail a materialist or a magician with the same delight. The sort of script which is used in this book can be very easily obtained by anyone who has once learned the knack; but ill-disposed or excitable people who might make a bad use of it shall not learn it from me."

I really want to know what everyone's nearest books are, but I can only pick five.
Therefore, I now tag Shannon, Sharlene, Mike, Sarah and D'Nell

Now Let Us Rejoice

This weekend I had the priviledge of seeing my newest little niece blessed by her daddy. Her daddy is my baby brother and it's fun to watch him enter this new phase of his life. It seems he was born to play the role of the doting father. He can't stop smiling at his baby girl. And I don't blame him. She is a DOLL.

The blessing took place in California, because that's where my brother and his wife live (much to our disappointment). My parents, my two brothers and Zack and I were able to make it out for the blessing.

While I was sitting in the chapel, surrounded by my brothers, my parents, and my sister-in-law's family, I starting thinking about all the family members who were there but participating on the other side of the veil. My brother, my son, my grandparents and countless others surely were there as well enjoying the wonderful occasion. My sister-in-law's grandparents had passed away a while ago and so I imagined them greeting and shaking hands with my grandparents and congratulating each other on such a fine, sweet little great-grandchild. I imagined a lot of patting each other on the back, hand-shaking, grins, and words of "She's adorable." "We've done well." and "She gets that from me...". (You know how grandparents -and great-grandparents- can be.) While I was sitting there thinking about all of this I was struck with how neat it was that two families, who didn't know each other before, could instantly become connected -all because of a little girl.

Then the closing hymn started. "Now let us rejoice in the day of salvation." A wave of understanding washed over me as I sang the next words, "No longer as strangers on earth need we roam."

We, two families who were once strangers, are strangers no more. We are one great family now. And that's pretty much what life is all about.

He's got a point...

Last week we had American Idol on while we were doing some things in the basement. Dolly Parton was the guest of honor that night and she sang a song called "Jesus and Gravity" (or something like that). You all know what I'm talking about, right?

There's a part in the song where Dolly sings the phrases "He lifts me up! I've got Jesus!" over and over...and over.

From the corner of the room, where he's working on some wiring, I hear Zack mutter, "Apparently 'Jesus' is the name of her plastic surgeon."