<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:17:10.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan's Place</title><subtitle type='html'>"But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts, and always be ready to give a defense to everyone who asks you a reason for the hope that is in you, with meekness and fear; having a good conscience, that when they defame you as evildoers, those who revile your good conduct in Christ may be ashamed.  For it is better, if it is the will of God, to suffer for doing good than for doing evil."  1 Peter 3:15-17</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-4545987739962509018</id><published>2009-09-26T15:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:38:57.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh of Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This weekend I was supposed to be in Chemo class again.  It's hard to believe it's been nearly 2 years since I first very timidly set foot into the world of oncology.  I am still by no means an expert on the subject.  So I was going to retake the original chemo class to bolster my knowledge.  Hopefully, it would have made more sense this time around.  However, the lady who teaches the class had a family emergency and had to cancel yesterday.  (Sniff, sniff, can you hear my heart break? ;D)  Now I wouldn't wish hard times on anyone, but I gotta say that I am very glad I don't have to look at working for the next 12 days in a row without a break.  In truth, it has only postponed the inevitable, they are going to reschedule for December.  But for now, I have the weekend off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-4545987739962509018?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/4545987739962509018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=4545987739962509018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4545987739962509018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4545987739962509018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh-of-relief.html' title='Sigh of Relief'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-2986743358641519366</id><published>2009-09-18T07:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:40:37.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...a long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't realize it had been so long since I posted anything.  Not much new is really happening, and I guess I just can't see the point in saying the same things over and over.  Life has been good, hectic, etc.  I woke up this morning thinking,  "It's Friady again."  Seems like the week just started.  Seems like the month just started.  How about the year?  It's the middle of September already.  It is being brought home to me that while the weeks go by in Sunday to Saturday fashion, there will never be another Friday, September 18, 2009 again.  This day, once spent, is gone forever.  Another day in my life put to rest--permanently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't get me wrong.  I'm not being morbid.  I just think I take time too much for granted.  Life is precious.  I want to spend it in the way that it will make the most impact on the world around me.  Impact for good.  Will this little corner of the world be a better place because I was here?  I pray so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-2986743358641519366?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/2986743358641519366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=2986743358641519366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2986743358641519366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2986743358641519366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time.html' title='...a long time...'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-4188979981621296221</id><published>2009-06-15T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:51:18.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering Nicely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surgery went well last Thursday.  They found a chip in the joint (I don't know if bone or cartilage.)  One of my friends prayed that there would be no pain, and that prayer has been answered.  I have taken a total of 3 pain pills--2 on Thursday and 1 on Friday morning, "just because."  Even went grocery shopping on Saturday, was able to stand for praise and worship yesterday in both services.  I am very grateful that this has been so easy to deal with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-4188979981621296221?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/4188979981621296221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=4188979981621296221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4188979981621296221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4188979981621296221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/06/recovering-nicely.html' title='Recovering Nicely'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-8020825595163160528</id><published>2009-06-10T06:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:48:47.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My how time slips by!  I just looked at my last posting date.  Not a whole lot new happening, but it has happened in a whirl.  Tomorrow I will be on the other side of the fence at work.  I get to be the patient.  About a month ago I injured my knee while out playing with the dog.  (I guess I forgot my knees are not 25 anymore, but they didn't.)  Two doctor's visits and an MRI later, I now face an arthroscopy and debridement of my R knee for some torn cartilege.  I will be off work for about 3 weeks.  It hasn't hurt much until this week.  I had almost talked myself into cancelling the surgery, but I guess that is not to be.  My church family has gathered round and will be helping out.  That has already started; I walked into my house last night and found some wonderful soul had cleaned my kitchen and living room.  It just sparkled!  I was ready to cry, because I had not been able to find time with my work schedule to really give it the going over it needed, and now I won't be fretting over it as I try to recuperate.  Bless You, Rhonda!  May the Lord see your good work and reward you richly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to Granbury over the weekend to see my grandbaby.  She is growing so fast!  I will post pics later.  I haven't even had time to upload them to the computer to see what I have.  Maybe that will be a project for the time off.  Got to see other family as well.  It was a good trip, albeit a short visit, going there and back the same day.  I seem to do that a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-8020825595163160528?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/8020825595163160528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=8020825595163160528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8020825595163160528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8020825595163160528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-7674976285801854258</id><published>2009-05-10T01:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:30:11.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A friend of mine at work has a day-by-day calendar called "You Might Be A Redneck If..."  You can imagine what sorts of things are on it.  I have one to add:  You Might Be A Redneck If you go to the drag races on a Saturday evening and watch trucks drag.  Ummm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;big trucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18 wheelers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yep,  just might be.  Especially when two of the trucks were bull-haulers who dragged with their trailers in tow.  It was a hoot!  I've done a lot of things, and seen a lot of things in my time, but that was a first!  I'd go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-7674976285801854258?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/7674976285801854258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=7674976285801854258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7674976285801854258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7674976285801854258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/05/friend-of-mine-at-work-has-day-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-7304723027513493245</id><published>2009-05-05T22:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:17:51.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been quite a while since I have posted anything.  It's hard sometimes to find something besides the "same ole same ole" to talk about.  There have been a couple of changes in the last 6 weeks:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) I am birdless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) I remained animal-free for all of 24 hours.  I now have a dog.  It's been a few years since the last 4-footed friend, and I think the Lord had this one in mind especially for me.  He is a Black Lab/Border Collie mix (I think) and is just as cute as he can be.  A friend named him Andy.  I liked it, so I kept it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3)  I finally gave up on L, after he moved to Tucson without a call or a stop here, and filed for divorce on Apr. 13.  Don't know when all that will be completed yet.  We've been divorced for all intents and purposes for the last year anyway, so I am just making it legal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Work continues the same.  I like my job.  I hate the new computer system.  But I guess I will get used to it, as they are not likely to give us a new one any time soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I will be going to see a grandbaby in the next couple of weekends.  I haven't been there since she was born, and it is time.  They haven't managed to come this way because of my son's work schedule.  He works a lot of weekends, and I work weekdays.  So I guess I will be doing the traveling for awhile.  That's ok, now that I don't have birds to worry about.  It's a lot easier to find a dogsitter than a birdsitter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-7304723027513493245?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/7304723027513493245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=7304723027513493245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7304723027513493245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7304723027513493245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-changes.html' title='Life&apos;s Changes'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-1806176721754225135</id><published>2009-03-22T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:23:10.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Great Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Church this morning was absolutely wonderful!  Praise and worship turned into an intense altar time, and Pastor only preached about 1o min.  Now, that's not what made it wonderful.  The Lord was there in such a sweeping way, and we had one get saved, several pray for problems and illnesses or recommittment.  People just really entered into seeking His face.  And He met us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This evening we kind of walked in the overflow of the AM service, and Pastor did get to preach.  One little girl had a headache and nausea when she got to church, so we prayed for her and the Lord touched her.  One little girl got a small piece of kleenex stuck up her nose, and I got to go fishing with a pair of hemostats.  (Never leave home without one!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We truly acted like a Pentecostal church today.  Even with folks there who had not attended before.  WooHoo!  I want it to be like this all the time!  (Except for Pastor not getting to preach!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-1806176721754225135?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/1806176721754225135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=1806176721754225135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/1806176721754225135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/1806176721754225135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-great-day.html' title='What a Great Day!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-71116574428277679</id><published>2009-03-20T00:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:33:02.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly Done (In)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had a computer program change-over this week and it was every bit the bear we thought it would be. Fortunately, this was spring break, and the patient load wasn't too bad until today. Actually, even today wasn't too bad, but I was the late nurse this afternoon, and checked charts for tomorrow--we have 32 patients tomorrow. And a completely new way of charting. And a completely new way to look things up and enter orders. And a brain that is on the downhill side of the 5th decade. My brain hurts. I will do one screen and in the process forget how to do the screen I did just before it. I know, I know...this too, shall pass. But at this point, it could pass right on out of existence, and I would be first in line cheering! Because we have a couple of nurses out sick, I worked a double shift today as well. Guess that's why I am so grumpy tonight. 14 hours of chaos will do that to you. I think it's time to find my bed. Maybe things will look better in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-71116574428277679?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/71116574428277679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=71116574428277679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/71116574428277679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/71116574428277679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/03/nearly-done-in.html' title='Nearly Done (In)'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-8167636037956582378</id><published>2009-03-01T20:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:25:45.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking from the other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They are gone.  All but 5.  The lofts look so empty.  So closes a chapter in my life.  The man who bought them came yesterday at noon, we loaded them up and by 12:45 they were on the way to their new home.  Am I sad?  A little.  Am I glad?  Yes, they will have a good home with the care they need and deserve.  But mostly, I am just relieved.  L says he is looking for a place to keep the remaining birds, so I will eventually be completely devoid of critters.  I won't have to worry about being gone too long, or something happening while I am not around.  So, it is a good thing all around.  And I didn't cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I received the following in an email today from someone who doesn't know the birds would be leaving soon:  "Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue."  I can't begin to count the number of times I have literally been the statue!  But it all washes off, in both contexts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-8167636037956582378?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/8167636037956582378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=8167636037956582378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8167636037956582378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8167636037956582378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/03/looking-from-other-side.html' title='Looking from the other side'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-9099626212065614881</id><published>2009-02-27T21:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:29:50.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Finally Happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow at about 1 pm, I will officially be (almost) birdless.  L put them on the auction 2 weeks ago, and they sold last Sunday.  The buyer is coming to pick them up in person.  He lives about 5 hours from here just over the OK border.  So I am sitting in my chair, pouring over pedigrees and copying the ones belonging to the birds we sold so we have a record of their lineage, and proof of one-time ownership.  Fortunately, there aren't too many to do that with.  The rest are birds we raised and all I have to do is print them from the database program. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not sure yet how I really feel about this.  I am at present very glad to know I don't have to feed, water, watch for illness/injury, etc., on an ongoing basis.  I will still have 4 birds after tomorrow, ones that L just didn't want to part with.  He is supposedly making arrangements to place them somewhere else so I will be completely free of them at some point in the future.  Still, 4 birds is even better than a cake-walk considering that at the height of our business, when we were raising and racing in earnest, we had about 350 birds.  That was just 3+ years ago.  I am SO glad we don't have that many now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Knowing the rather unexpected reaction I had the last time I mailed birds out, I'm thinking maybe having an otherwise also kinda busy day planned may be a good thing.  No time to dwell on things.  Just have to wait and see, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-9099626212065614881?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/9099626212065614881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=9099626212065614881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/9099626212065614881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/9099626212065614881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-finally-happening.html' title='It&apos;s Finally Happening'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-4669475741346386206</id><published>2009-02-15T21:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:01:19.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And for all of you who have heard the tale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SZjkyUUxfyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FLbLaiR_Ai8/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCN0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303240114329190178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SZjkyUUxfyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FLbLaiR_Ai8/s320/Copy+of+DSCN0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I really wasn't exaggerating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-4669475741346386206?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/4669475741346386206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=4669475741346386206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4669475741346386206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4669475741346386206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-for-all-of-you-who-have-heard-tale.html' title='And for all of you who have heard the tale...'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SZjkyUUxfyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FLbLaiR_Ai8/s72-c/Copy+of+DSCN0244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-3498278871151767594</id><published>2009-02-15T21:43:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:56:54.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SZjiSY1OeLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_XLLsdBq-ZY/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCN0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303237366759979186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SZjiSY1OeLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_XLLsdBq-ZY/s320/Copy+of+DSCN0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SZjiCdlapxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/t-6yk2_M9Go/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCN0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303237093157938962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SZjiCdlapxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/t-6yk2_M9Go/s320/Copy+of+DSCN0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Very tired, very proud parents.  They are still trying to figure out what to do with her now that she's here.  A said he couldn't take his eyes off her for the first 3-4 hours after she was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SZjhriUfHVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jj01-INy0zM/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCN0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303236699292114258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SZjhriUfHVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jj01-INy0zM/s320/Copy+of+DSCN0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SZjhbNq6n5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/1nnG41fy5W8/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCN0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303236418871140242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SZjhbNq6n5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/1nnG41fy5W8/s320/Copy+of+DSCN0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SZjhNodjg3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Qhj1DRqp1rE/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCN0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303236185544688498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SZjhNodjg3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Qhj1DRqp1rE/s320/Copy+of+DSCN0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa had to have their turns as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Rylee gave Mama a rough night last night, then curled up on the couch and slept for 4 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-3498278871151767594?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/3498278871151767594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=3498278871151767594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3498278871151767594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3498278871151767594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-promised.html' title='As Promised'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SZjiSY1OeLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_XLLsdBq-ZY/s72-c/Copy+of+DSCN0232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-2383327126876869413</id><published>2009-02-15T16:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:35:11.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel stretched in a hundred different directions.  It was a long trip there, and a long trip back, and worth &lt;em&gt;every inch&lt;/em&gt; of it!  She is beautiful.  She is peacful.  Mama is really tired.  So is Daddy.  They are so cute to watch as they take in this new little life.  I had to keep telling myself, "This one is ours."  I have worked in L&amp;amp;D and nursery for so long, holding so many other newborns that it was kind of surreal, especially while they were still in the hospital room.  It was just like I've done hundreds of times before.  But this time, I could kiss her.  I could cuddle her just because I wanted to and not because I was trying to get her to be quiet so she wouldn't wake the other babies in the nursery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I began to handle her after we got home, it finally snapped into place.  I got to give the first at-home bath.  Having Suzanne (Cliff's wife-3rd grandma) watch me and help hold her was pretty neat.  It's been a couple of years since I have bathed a newborn, but it is still so ingrained that I had her done in about 6-7 minutes, hair and all.  And like every other newborn I've ever bathed, she was NOT appreciatve!  At least not until I reswaddled her and snuggled her up close.  Then she went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will post pics later tonight, hopefully.  I am going to try to make evening service, so have to get moving.  See you all in a bit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-2383327126876869413?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/2383327126876869413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=2383327126876869413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2383327126876869413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2383327126876869413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my.html' title='Oh My...'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-2174570469023362795</id><published>2009-02-13T20:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:06:25.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today has been a tail-kicker day, and I didn't leave work until about 7:20.  I am sooo tired.  I called and asked if they would hang me if I waited until the morning.  They won't, so I will leave around 6:30 and drive in the daylight.  Pictures will be forthcoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-2174570469023362795?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/2174570469023362795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=2174570469023362795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2174570469023362795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2174570469023362795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-well.html' title='Oh well...'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-7157681717117425763</id><published>2009-02-12T21:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:35:39.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's here!  She arrived at 8:50 pm, screaming and "with attitude" according to A.  T. was induced this morning and has had a day of it.  A. said he was going to go get fries from Burger King and Sweet Tea from McDonalds "because that's what the woman wanted, and that's what I'm gonna get her!"  My granddaughter's name is Rylee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, indeed!  I am headed up the road tomorrow evening as soon as I leave work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-7157681717117425763?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/7157681717117425763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=7157681717117425763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7157681717117425763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7157681717117425763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-4129226594136350315</id><published>2009-02-09T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:18:20.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Almost Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got a phone call from A on Saturday saying that their OB had offered T an induction on Thursday.  She will be 39 weeks on that date.  She of course jumped at the chance.  So...labor starts Thursday morning.  Don't know exactly how long this will take, but if she arrives while it is still Thursday, I will be thanking my Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I will be headed to Granbury on Saturday! (Or maybe Friday night!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-4129226594136350315?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/4129226594136350315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=4129226594136350315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4129226594136350315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4129226594136350315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-almost-here.html' title='She&apos;s Almost Here!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-9189872328210355384</id><published>2009-02-03T08:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:22:42.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces From the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After reading about how Dewey Hafta joined facebook and was finding folks from her past and renewing acquaintances, I decided to see what all the excitement was about.  So last week I set up an account.  Invite friends?  Well, most of the people I have in my address book are current contacts, so why would I want to add them to a facebook account?  Made no sense to me.  But the account is now there, and last night I received an email from Facebook stating that someone had requested to be my friend.  This person is someone I knew in Iceland about 20 years ago.  (My gosh, has it really been that long?!)  After answering that email and adding that friend, they have started to come out of the woodwork!  I now have 6 friends (and counting, apparently, since I have been informed that there are many folks from Iceland, both native and military on Facebook.)  I'm hooked!  It will be fun to see where life has taken these people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-9189872328210355384?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/9189872328210355384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=9189872328210355384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/9189872328210355384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/9189872328210355384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/02/faces-from-past.html' title='Faces From the Past'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-8591583450171983389</id><published>2009-01-31T15:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:26:22.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I've Finally Decided to Bite the Bullet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...and tackle Spanish.  If I'm gonna sing in Spanish, I really would like to know what I am singing about, rathere than just a broad-stroke overview.  Two weeks ago, I accompanied one of our church members to a Spanish service and sang one (very simple) song.  I guess I didn't do too bad, because one lady came up to my after service and started to converse in Spanish.  It didn't take her too long to realized I had no clue what she was saying.  I grew up on the East Coast, and so took French rather than Spanish as my second language.  Didn't do too bad with it, and can still read a little of it, and that may be more of a hindrance than a help.  Several months ago, Dewey Hafta loaned me the curriculum they used for Spanish I, and I am just now getting brave enough to try to decipher it.  I also found several useful sites on the net, so with all the different approaches, I will either learn to speak Spanish, or be hopelessly lost.  They say keeping your brain active with puzzles, new vocabulary, etc. keeps you young.  We'll see.  And don't start spouting Spanish at me, unless you also provide the translation!  ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-8591583450171983389?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/8591583450171983389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=8591583450171983389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8591583450171983389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8591583450171983389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-ive-finally-decided-to-bite-bullet.html' title='Well, I&apos;ve Finally Decided to Bite the Bullet...'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-6857529119048931835</id><published>2009-01-24T11:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:11:40.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Touch with Reality (Thank Heaven!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have several patients that come through Day Surgery with some regularity for various procedures or treatments.  I have gotten to know some of them on a somewhat more than a "Hi, I'm your nurse today" basis, learning about some of their likes/dislikes, families, etc.  Yesterday one of those patients came in for treatment.  I went into the room and began visiting as I worked.  Then I noticed the TV program that was playing.  Oh My!!!  I haven't had a TV in my home for about 15 years now, and so am pretty out of touch with the flow of available programming.  I do see snippets of shows as I am in and out of rooms on a daily basis, and often shake my head at the fare offered.  But this was beyond anything I have run across to date.  This was just plain pornographic.  On an easily accessible cable channel.  In the middle of the day.  It was a reality show.  Not actors.  I was shocked.  I was embarrassed.  I tried not to let my distaste show, but when the patient commented on the content, also saying, "I don't usually watch this kind of stuff", I was pretty sure I had not succeeded in hiding my dismay.  I gingerly voiced my concern and choice.  Yet the TV continued to play.  Where is the church, that Satan has been so successful in filling the minds of people with this trash?  Why do we wonder and shake our heads at the violence and lack of respect for those around us when no stop had been put to this kind of "entertainment."  Made me run to the Lord in prayer.  I hope I don't forget and slide back into "blissful ignorance."  I've asked the Lord to allow me to pray effectively on this issue.  Maybe that's why He allowed me to be exposed to that program.  It was awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, off my soapbox now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-6857529119048931835?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/6857529119048931835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=6857529119048931835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/6857529119048931835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/6857529119048931835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-touch-with-reality-thank-heaven.html' title='Out of Touch with Reality (Thank Heaven!)'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-8876153457821735698</id><published>2009-01-21T05:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:52:58.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Survived</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it is now Wednesday, and I have survived the hurricane.  I am going back to work today, actually feeling like I might get through the day in one piece.  Yesterday was so long I scarcely knew what to do with myself.  I was tired of laying down, and too weak yet to do much in the way of moving around.  But 2 quarts of Gatorade did help quite a lot.  On the bright(er) side, I have lost 7.5 lbs.  Too bad it won't stay gone!  Sure hope Kitten is feeling better.  Poor kid seems to have had 2 rounds of the stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-8876153457821735698?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/8876153457821735698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=8876153457821735698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8876153457821735698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8876153457821735698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-survived.html' title='I Survived'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-3925203152493546496</id><published>2009-01-20T05:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T05:41:40.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Way to Spend a Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday:  Surprise birthday party.  It was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday (AM):  Phone call at about 7AM, stating that both our pastor and piano player (his wife) were sick and would not be at church.  So we had canned music and a fill-in preacher from within our own ranks.  (She did a wonderful job, btw.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday (Early PM):  Went to a friend's house for lunch, then accompanied them to  another church to sing at their 3 PM service (in Spanish; I do know a couple of songs well enough to pull that off.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday (6 PM):  Back to church for our evening service, doing basically the same as in the AM, but it worked out ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday (8 PM):  I think I am not feeling very well.  Came home and tried to go to bed, thinking maybe I'll feel better in the morning.  NOT!  Starting at 9 PM, I joined the ranks of the Pastor's family.  I have no idea who I was exposed to, but guess that is just a moot point now.  I stayed home yesterday, only leaving the house long enough to run to our local market for some Gatorade.  Haven't decieded if I am going to try work today, since I haven't eaten anything since Sunday, and the thought of food still kind of makes me green around the edges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-3925203152493546496?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/3925203152493546496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=3925203152493546496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3925203152493546496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3925203152493546496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-way-to-spend-weekend.html' title='What A Way to Spend a Weekend'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-417491278359019881</id><published>2009-01-17T13:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:01:38.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I just got back from the "ladies luncheon" aka Birthday Party.  I took a casserole, not thinking that the real reason for the get-together was my birthday.  I thought it had just fallen on the same day, and that they would wish me a happy birthday during the meeting.  I am so blessed to have wonderful like-minded believers as friends; truly brothers and sister in the Lord.  So, thank you ladies.  You're the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-417491278359019881?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/417491278359019881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=417491278359019881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/417491278359019881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/417491278359019881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/01/sneaky-sisters.html' title='Sneaky Sisters'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-2704417431284465869</id><published>2009-01-17T06:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:37:17.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This has been one of the busier weeks of my life; what with work being back to 5 days, and things going on in the evenings as well.  I haven't been home before 9 PM all week long (until last night.)  Not that that is a bad thing, but I am kinda tired.  Most of it centered around events at church.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We started a new Women's Bible Study a couple of weeks ago, and that is going very well.  It is nice to listen to the ladies discuss the things they thought about as they worked through the chapter, and there have been some interesting topics discussed.  I appreciate the time they spend in the Word completing the assignments.  It's also a way for us to become better acquainted with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday night we hosted our Sectional Fellowship, and I got to visit with some folks that I don't get to see very often, even though they aren't that far away physically.   Toward the end of the evening I was standing talking with Pastor and Bud was standing with us making noise through a whistle he had pulled out of a pair of fake lips and had put in his mouth.  Suddenly, he choked and started to gag, but only part of the whistle came out of his mouth.  The thing had come apart during one of his inhalations, and had wedged in his throat.  He moved over to the trash can and started to retch in earnest, and in a few seconds the part that was caught came up.  He was not injured, and was able to clear it himself.  But it gave all of us a good scare, including Bud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is our monthly ladies' luncheon, so I am out the door again at about noon.  I love meeting with the folks at church, getting to know them better and growing the relationships.  Since I am more or less here by myself, they have become my family, and like I said, you never meet a stranger in Texas, even if several of our ladies aren't native Texans.  The only other time I can remember having such close ties was when we lived in Iceland on the NATO base for 2+ years.  But everyone was away from home there, so the relationships formed fast and became very intense.  I am so thankful to the Lord for the brothers and sisters He has provided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So now it's time to get busy and fix something to take to said luncheon, and I will see you all later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-2704417431284465869?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/2704417431284465869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=2704417431284465869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2704417431284465869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2704417431284465869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-week.html' title='A Busy Week'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-4720098132398746753</id><published>2009-01-10T16:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:00:12.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is in the air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...or at least several of the bloggers think so.  I have to agree.  I was driving home last night at my usual time...&lt;em&gt;in the waning daylight!&lt;/em&gt;  Yea!!!!!  Beautiful sunrises and sunsets are on the way back.  (They really have still been there, I just haven't been at the right place to see them since we went back to Standard Time in October.)  Speaking of the switch back, I was looking at a calendar today that has that date marked:  March 8.  &lt;em&gt;March?!  &lt;/em&gt;I can remember when it didn't start until nearly the end of April.  Not that I'm complaining, you understand.  I much prefer the extra light in the evening.  But that is nearly 2 weeks before spring officially begins on the 20th.  I wonder if we will eventually get to the point that we just don't switch back at all...just leave it on DST and be done with it.  Don't know what the couple of states that don't do any switching at all will do, but I guess they deal with it now for part of the year, so no big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our unit manager told us to be ready for a slow January after our frantic December, but so far that hasn't happened.  Not that we have been run ragged, but the slowdown has not really happened either, except for Jan 2.  The hospital is poised (we are told) to buy the other surgery center across the parking lot from us, and that will likely increase business on our unit because it will free the doctors to schedule more surgeries with us.  The procedures like eye surgeries and colonoscopies, etc. will be done at the other site, allowing them to utilize a 4th operating room at the hospital.  We apparently only use 3 right now with any regularity.  So there may not be a slowdown at all.  That's ok, it keeps the bills paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will soon be a real grandma.  T's due date is quickly approaching, and I find myself anticipating arms full of baby again.  That may sound a little unusual, but I used to work Labor and Delivery and Postpartum (Mother/Baby), so have never really experienced a lack of little bundles of joy.  I was always able to cuddle some cute little newborn at my discretion.  But this is a bit different; she is, after all, my own flesh and blood.  So, in about 4 weeks, give or take, she should be here.  I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-4720098132398746753?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/4720098132398746753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=4720098132398746753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4720098132398746753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4720098132398746753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/01/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring is in the air...'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-5126914873388487819</id><published>2009-01-03T10:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:06:25.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Just Gotta Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the frantic pace of the last 2 weeks of December, and coming home every night with my tongue hanging out, so to speak; yesterday, the first workday of the new year was the sublime after the ridiculous.  We had a whole six patients.  Six.  I walked in and the early nurse said, "Oh good!  You're here.  I'm going home."  And she did.  I had two patients the whole shift--which was not a full one for me, either.  I sent one of them home after being back on the unit a couple of hours.  When the late nurse came in, she said, "I can take your chemo patient if you want to go home."  So I finished my charting and left at about 3:30 pm.  It was still daylight.  I needed to do some grocery shopping.   It is a real struggle to convince myself that my pantry needs some attention when it is dark outside and all I want to do is go home.  Yesterday, I didn't mind stopping at the store on the way home.  Interesting how a bit of daylight will change your whole perspective on things.  This leisurely pace won't last.  Most of the physicians were still out for the holiday, and the ones who had office hours only had half-days.  Monday it is back to normal.  I am glad.  Normal is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-5126914873388487819?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/5126914873388487819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=5126914873388487819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5126914873388487819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5126914873388487819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-just-gotta-laugh.html' title='You Just Gotta Laugh'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-813211375189221819</id><published>2008-12-31T19:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:16:02.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, this year went fast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it's because it has been such a busy one.  But I am sitting here thinking about the last day of the year and musing about just how frantically busy it has been.  I didn't know if I would be out of there before midnight or not.  I got a phone call this morning about 7:45 asking if I could come in ASAP.  So, I finished up the couple of things I was working on, grabbed a shower and headed in.  I hit the floor running and didn't stop the whole day.  Neither did anyone else.  No lunches for these nurses today.  It was grab a handful of some kind of snack food as we raced by.  But by 6 PM it was mostly done.  We had 37 patients today, and there were 2 left when I left at 6:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, my wondering if I would make it to Watch Night service tonight has been answered.  And I am hungry!  Trying to behave myself until I get there, but I have had to have one snack attack since I've been home.  I am really looking forward to seeing the new year in with friends who are more like family.  Glad tomorrow is a day off.  I need it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I pray you all have a wonderful New Year's Day and that the rest of the year follows along in the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-813211375189221819?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/813211375189221819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=813211375189221819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/813211375189221819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/813211375189221819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/12/man-this-year-went-fast.html' title='Man, this year went fast!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-6901761607865165085</id><published>2008-12-28T13:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:36:27.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Like Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SVfv8upq8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Rk0nLO--jKA/s1600-h/Everything+on+Lexar+card+as+of+Oct+2008+176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284956514336568082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SVfv8upq8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Rk0nLO--jKA/s320/Everything+on+Lexar+card+as+of+Oct+2008+176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SVfwIbdJtII/AAAAAAAAAEY/dpzkmYL6zW4/s1600-h/Everything+on+Lexar+card+as+of+Oct+2008+177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284956715342214274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SVfwIbdJtII/AAAAAAAAAEY/dpzkmYL6zW4/s320/Everything+on+Lexar+card+as+of+Oct+2008+177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SVfvuxyYYmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AVeEHii4Lio/s1600-h/Dust+Storm+Dec+27+2008+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284956274660237922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SVfvuxyYYmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AVeEHii4Lio/s320/Dust+Storm+Dec+27+2008+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SVfvjkn5VhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pe_h5tplG6I/s1600-h/Dust+Storm+Dec+27+2008+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284956082148038162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SVfvjkn5VhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pe_h5tplG6I/s320/Dust+Storm+Dec+27+2008+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it's been...and gone...and all in all it was a nice day and holiday. I spent the day just holed up here at home. No guests, no noise, no leaving the house. I listened to the radio for a little while, but mostly, it was just sit in my chair, or sit at the computer. If that sounds boring, or lonely, it's not. I tend to guard my peace and quiet. I did make several phone calls, wishing various family members and friends a joyous day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday, I baked a second set of pumpkin pies and made a third round of apple salad (my contributions to various dinners I attended in the last week) and yesterday it was off to Commanche where my daughter-in-law's family was gathering for dinner. For me, it was literally "over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house" as we were at T's grandparents. There were over 30 people crammed in that little two-bedroom house, and it was fun to meet the extended family. Of the 30+, I knew about 7 people. But you know what I really like about Texas? No strangers here, unless you want to be. That family and extended family opened their arms to me without so much as a second glance. They did the same thing for the father of one of the other brothers-in-law. We cooked, we fixed, we ate, we visited just like we all knew everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T's immediate family is recovering from a cold, and A has just caught it. So they didn't stay a long time, and I didn't either. We ate around 1pm and I was back on the road to SA by about 3:30, but it was worth it to be with them. A was asked why he just didn't stay home if he wasn't feeling well, and he said, "Because my mom is here." Made my day. T is by now very pregnant, and I had to have at least a couple of pictures of her. She is such a lovely person, and I am glad to call her my daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SVfv8upq8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Rk0nLO--jKA/s1600-h/Everything+on+Lexar+card+as+of+Oct+2008+176.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of travel, the wind was fierce yesterday, and since I had my camera with me, I tried to capture some of the look of the afternoon. I have added a few pictures of the day. The one of the sun behind the dried-up tree doesn't really do justice to the actual view, but since I was trying to drive and click, you understand, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-6901761607865165085?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/6901761607865165085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=6901761607865165085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/6901761607865165085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/6901761607865165085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-like-texas.html' title='I Really Like Texas'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SVfv8upq8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Rk0nLO--jKA/s72-c/Everything+on+Lexar+card+as+of+Oct+2008+176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-1289692786630943149</id><published>2008-12-23T22:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:10:46.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Be So Glad When December is Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am tired.  December is the month when everyone realizes that if they wait more than 30 days to have that test, procedure, etc done, it will cost them more.  Can you say, "Deductible?"  When I reviewed my hours on Monday for the payperiod, I had 76.25 hours.  Not so bad, you say?  I only worked 8 days.  I took a long weekend on the 13-16th and planned on using PTO for the shortfall.  There was none.  The girls were not happy that I had been off.  But I really needed the break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the middle of my work break was our church family festivities.  I've had a cold (or something) for the last week, so singing on Saturday and Sunday was interesting, but the Lord helped me through it.  I love to sing, and it is hard when my voice doesn't want to cooperate with me.  (Hi, Shannon)  But even though I wasn't feeling my very best, it was still a very nice time spent with people who are as much my family as any blood relative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week I am working 1-9 and that has been extended into the 10-10:30 range both nights.  I think I'm ready for another long weekend!  I am just going to hide on Thursday, and set my sights on Saturday when I head up the road to see the kids and have a family dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had our unit Christmas party today in the midst of all the hustle and bustle.  We did a $5 ornament exchange and everyone brought a snack food.  It was neat.  One of the nurses I work with is also from "up north" and hates the snow and cold weather just as much as I do.  We got to talking the other night about some of the huge single snowfalls we've seen, and unbeknown to me, she had my name for the exchange.  She got me a "Warm Weather Santa."  He is really cute, dressed in his red santa pants, and a green and yellow plaid short-sleeved shirt.  She said she thought it just fit, knowing my sentiments about snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't believe that 2009 is nearly here.  I have been working into the January calendar for about 3 weeks now, with scheduling follow-up appointments for our surgery patients, but it somehow still doesn't seem real.  The old saying is, "Time flies when you're having fun," but my modification of that is, "Time just flies!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and pray you make many great memories with family and friends.  I'm another month closer to being Grandma.  I'm sure my daughter-in-law is much more anxious than I am for the little one to be here.  Christmas from here on out will be way different!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-1289692786630943149?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/1289692786630943149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=1289692786630943149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/1289692786630943149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/1289692786630943149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-be-so-glad-when-december-is-over.html' title='I Will Be So Glad When December is Over!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-8273418145358388616</id><published>2008-12-10T21:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:10:37.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Favorite Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have found a new place that I really like...the med room at work.  No NOT because there are meds there.  It's because I am in and out of it all day long, gathering supplies, getting meds, etc. and each time I go in, I find myself praying.  It started a couple of months ago, when I would go in and pray about the day that was starting.  "Lord, let this day be a good one where I do things right and touch peoples' lives."  Then I would pray about the IV I was going to go start.  "Lord, please let me get this in the first time so the pt won't have to suffer."  But today, I realized that each time I go in there, I pray.  Sometimes in English, sometimes not.  I don't do it if there is anyone else in there, but that isn't very often.  It's become a great little 1-2 minute getaway over and over throughout the day.  And I really like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-8273418145358388616?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/8273418145358388616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=8273418145358388616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8273418145358388616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8273418145358388616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-favorite-place.html' title='A New Favorite Place'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-3151087006503555266</id><published>2008-12-02T19:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:27:54.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Way to Being Birdless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I shipped out 8 of the birds remaining in my lofts.  I went out last night when I got home (after dark) and caught 7 of them.  I couldn't find #8, so went hunting again this morning (before daylight) and found him perched near the bottom of the nest rack.  I think I picked him up last night, but was unable to read his band numbers accurately, so set him back down.  So I caught him, and put him in the box with his cohorts and taped it up and put it in the car.  It wouldn't fit in the trunk, so I had to put them in the back seat.  And I rode all the way to town with the windows down.  I have difficulty when I have to inhale the dander they produce, so always wear a mask in the lofts.  But I thought people might think it a bit strange to see someone driving down the road with a mask on, so I left it home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been saying I want to be birdless by the end of the year, and thought that I would be excited to see the first of them go, but such has not been the case.  I cried last night when I caught the 7.  I cried again this morning as I caught the last one, and then boxed them up.  I cried when I left the post office after mailing them off.  I fought tears for most of the day.  The main reason was because my "buddy", a pigeon that has been a pet was in that box.  L offered to let me keep him, but what does one poor bird do when it's used to being with a flock?  I couldn't do that to him.  The other reason is because the birds are basically the last link between L and me.  It has been a tough day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-3151087006503555266?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/3151087006503555266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=3151087006503555266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3151087006503555266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3151087006503555266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-way-to-being-birdless.html' title='On the Way to Being Birdless'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-3739229521066141445</id><published>2008-11-29T18:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:25:11.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Thanksgiving--and Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to Granbury on Thursday morning to be with my son, daughter-in-law and her family.  We had a great time.  T did all the cooking, since her mom had to work, and dad dosen't cook.  A helped some but was mostly just asked to sit down and let her cook.  He did.  I didn't get there until about 2:30, getting a later start than I had planned in leaving SA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Black Friday seems to always entice that group of ladies, and I was invited along, but...I have been through the mania once, and have never felt the need or inclination to repeat the process, so I stayed home with A and just rested.  They were gone about 6 hours, and came in hauling bags and boxes.  I guess that is fun for them.  They talked about all the things they saw and showed off some of what they bought...mostly for the babies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T's sister has a 5 month old girl who is just adorable.  But my goodness, she has a temper already!  It was a hoot watching her run the gamut of emotions one right after another, from squeeling and giggling, to intense concentration on something new, to squalling like a little Banshee when something didn't go her way.  Mama definitely has her hands full!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's really nice to visit there.  I am so appreciative of the fact that not only are they my son's in-laws, but they also accept me right in as part of the family.  I can't say how glad I am to be able to call them friends.  All in all, it was a very nice holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-3739229521066141445?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/3739229521066141445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=3739229521066141445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3739229521066141445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3739229521066141445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-thanksgiving-and-black-friday.html' title='Post Thanksgiving--and Black Friday'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-2462911153025605690</id><published>2008-11-27T05:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:53:25.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's my favorite holiday...the only one they haven't found a way to commercialize to death.  The one where we get to tell our Father how much we love Him, and thank Him for keeping us for another year.  This year, I get to celebrate with my son and daughter-in-law.  I haven't been with them together before, and haven't celebrated with my son in about 8 years.  So I am off to Granbury for a couple of days.  And the birds are on auto-pilot!  Have a great Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-2462911153025605690?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/2462911153025605690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=2462911153025605690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2462911153025605690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2462911153025605690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-7400881269212118439</id><published>2008-11-24T06:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:26:53.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had the Most Fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...handing out coupons at our local grocery store on Saturday.  Several of us stationed ourselves around the entrance of our local grocery and gave coupons good for $10 off their purchases to everyone who came in.  We had advertised it in the store's flyer the week before, but it seemed that a lot of people didn't know about it.  It was fun to watch people as they came through the door with a wary look on their faces, frantically searching for a way around us.  They thought we were soliciting from them.  When they realized we were &lt;em&gt;giving&lt;/em&gt; rather than trying to take, the looks of astonishment were priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then there were the ones who were aware of our plan, and came just to get the coupon...like "Doc", a homeless man who got $10 worth of free food.  And ones like the man who said, "You don't know how much this means!"  (Those were the ones I wanted to reach.)  One man took coupons and a couple of "spotters" and went to the trailer park and knocked on doors handing them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went back to the store later that evening, and one of the cashieres said they couldn't remember a busier day.  People were coming in all afternoon long to redeem their coupons.  I remember thinking at 5 PM how full the parking lot still was.  What a way to spend a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-7400881269212118439?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/7400881269212118439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=7400881269212118439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7400881269212118439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7400881269212118439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-most-fun.html' title='I Had the Most Fun...'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-7738054769766348052</id><published>2008-11-21T20:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:10:16.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Glad This Week is Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Monday, we waltzed through the day. I was out on time and made it to Bible study. Tuesday was a different story. I was there for about 30 min. overtime. I don't really like overtime. I just want to be there for my 8 hours, then go home. Wednesday, I actually got off early (yeah!), taking back 45 min of my 30 min over. (Anticipation of coming attractions.) I was actually able to go home for a few minutes before church. Thursday was not good. I was there until 8 PM, got home at about 8:30 and was in bed by 9:30. Today, I think, though topped it all off. We had 34 patients. Surgeries, heart caths, colonoscopies, upper endoscopies, chemos, and an assortment of miscellaneous services that didn't necessarily need a bed, but had to have some sort of procedure (injections and port flushes fall into this catagory.) From about 1PM on, it seemed like everyone knew my name...and used it. "Jan, can you..." "Jan, will you..." " Jan, what do we need to do with..." "Jan, did you write orders for..." At one point, our unit secretary stood in the doorway of the room I was in, waiting until I finished working with a patient, obviously wanting to ask me something. While she was waiting, she suddenly turned back up toward the nursing station, and said, "She's in here, and I have dibs on her!" Okaaaay! Can I run and hide now? Maybe I'll go change my name. Nah, that wouldn't help. They'd just use whatever name I chose and go on with it. I really only had 5 pts today, but I bet I worked on at least another 7, doing something to get them ready for the next time they have to come to see us, and I probably got about that many people ready for their procedures (they don't count as having been my patient unless I take them when they come back from the procedure and keep them until either they or I go home.) I didn't finish charting until about 7 PM. I am tired. I am SO glad it is Friday. I am praying that next week has a little more sanity to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-7738054769766348052?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/7738054769766348052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=7738054769766348052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7738054769766348052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7738054769766348052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-glad-this-week-is-over.html' title='So Glad This Week is Over!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-1117522377352784685</id><published>2008-11-13T19:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:50:14.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes My Job is Tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I had a patientt who is is in the end stages of stomach cancer which has metatasized to his liver. I have been one of the nurses taking care of him on a pretty much bi-weekly basis for the better part of a year. The first line chemo drugs quit working for him about a month or so ago, and they tried a couple of rounds of the second line regimen. It did nothing. Today, he was on the unit for a blood transfusion. His blood levels were too low to allow more chemo for now. His Dr. came in and talked with the family just before I transferred him to an inpatient room. We admitted him because of his overall condition. After a lengthy talk with the family, he left. I could tell that at least one of the sons (he has family scattered all over the southwestern US) didn't really grasp what the Dr. was trying to tell them. The daughter, who has been here with her father all through this process had been unable to make them understand that their dad is terminal. So I stayed in the room after the Dr. left and repeated what he had told them in slower and somewhat simpler terms. I watched those men and their sister struggle with the knowledge they had been trying to dodge: Dad is dying. There is no cure unless a miracle occurs (the Dr's words). He may not make it through the holidays. I asked them if they believed in prayer. They all started to weep, saying yes, and yes again when I asked if we could pray for their dad. Then they asked if I would continue to pray for them. I asked if I could put him on our prayer list, and again they said yes. So, I am asking for your prayers for this man. I can't give you a name because it would be a HIPPA violation, but his initials are EP. We asked for that miracle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-1117522377352784685?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/1117522377352784685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=1117522377352784685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/1117522377352784685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/1117522377352784685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-my-job-is-tough.html' title='Sometimes My Job is Tough'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-3962831012712894809</id><published>2008-11-10T14:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:46:37.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Minute Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...I was reading the DeweyHafta Academy blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 day ago--I drove back from Miller Ranch to be at church with my "family."  I spent a goodly portion of the day there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 week ago--I was at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 month ago--I had taken the day off so I could go spend the weekend with my son and daughter-in-law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 year ago--I was trying to adjust to L's being back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 yrs ago (2005)--I had been in Texas about 2 years, was working as a night charge nurse on OB.  There was just the glimmer of the difficulty that lay ahead for L and me.  My son was in Iraq, and was close to meeting his current wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 yrs ago (2003)--I was living in Ohio for the first half of the year and had been working as a real estate agent, moved to San Angelo in August, started a new job going back to nursing.  My son was in the Army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7 yrs ago (2001)--I had met and married L, and was living in Ohio, working as a staff nurse in L&amp;amp;D/OB/NSY.  My son was 19, married and was considering joining the Army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10 yrs ago (1998)--I was living in my hometown in MD, had been working in L&amp;amp;D at one of our local hospitals for about 2 1/2 years.   My son was 16, a typical rebellious teen and head-over-heals in love with a girl I really didn't like much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15 yrs ago (1993)--I was newly divorced, had moved back to my hometown (much to my disgust) and had a 10 year old son to be a single parent to.  I was attending college to get my RN and was working 1 night/week (the requirement to be considered for advanced standing for school.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20 yrs ago(1988)--We were living in Ridgeland, S. Carolina.  My ex-husband was active duty Navy, and I was working at Beaufort Naval Hospital as a Civil Service LVN.   A was 5 and had just started K5 at a Christian school not far from where we lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25 yrs ago (1983)--We were living in Charleston, SC.  My ex-husband had been out of the military for a couple of years, and had rejoined, going back into the medical field.  A was about a year old.  I was working at the Naval Hospital as a Civil Service LVN in L&amp;amp;D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30 yrs ago (1978)--My ex-husband and I had rejoined the civilian world and had moved to the farm I was raised on.  I was driving a rural mail route 6 days/week and he was installing garage doors.  During that time, I quit the route and went back to school to get the civilian equivalent of my work in the military--LVN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;35 yrs ago (1973)--I was active duty Navy, living in Santa Ana, CA.  I was single and living what I thought was the "good life."  I hadn't met the Lord yet.  That wouldn't happen until 1975.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;40 yrs ago (1968)--I was a Sophomore in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, so now you know more than you ever wanted to about me.  Someone else's turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-3962831012712894809?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/3962831012712894809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=3962831012712894809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3962831012712894809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3962831012712894809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-minute-ago.html' title='One Minute Ago...'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-8065221460247299590</id><published>2008-11-09T20:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:28:00.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...cont'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight Pastor finished up the series he has been doing from 1 Kings. It was on the widow of Zarephath and her son. Her dead son. The one that had been sustained for about 18 months from the empty barrell that didn't run out and the empty jar of oil that always had just enough. He said sometimes prayer isn't enough, because it can be cold, impersonal. God is waiting for us to take the dead one or thing from the one holding onto it and stretch out over it. God is waiting for a warm body to accompany those prayers. I was reminded of something the Lord told me several years ago just after we had come back to the States from Iceland, and visited the church we had attended while we lived in S. Carolina. I was so saddened and burdened for the struggle and shrinking of that little church in the time we had been gone, that I just started weeping and praying for it. God stopped me, saying, "Don't pray unless you're willing to be part of the solution." Kinda just halted me in my tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's where we still are. Pray, yes; but also be willing to get your hands dirty. Take that dead thing out of the person's arms and lay hands on it, calling out to the Lord. The prayer of faith will heal the sick, raise the dead, and change a life. The miracle of the meal and the oil wasn't enough to bring a full realization of God's love for her to that widow. It took the death and revival of her son to help her grasp the fact that God loved HER! We don't have to accept Satan's verdict. God is a restorer of all good things. But He often uses us to do that. What an honor He offers us, encouraging us to be part of the miracle He performs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-8065221460247299590?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/8065221460247299590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=8065221460247299590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8065221460247299590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8065221460247299590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/11/contd.html' title='...cont&apos;d'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-4744507394256581497</id><published>2008-11-09T13:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:02:23.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping into Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to the SAFA retreat this weekend. It was beautiful. The weather was wonderful, the peace was overflowing, the teaching dug deep, making me think of all the ways my joy is robbed...and I let it happen. I am continually caught up in the ways the Lord seems to tie all the little lessons, teachings, preachings together into one cohesive whole. The puzzle pieces are really coming at me fast and furious this last couple of months. It is difficult to figure out just where they all go, but it is obvious that they all fit in the same picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pastor has been preaching from 1 Kings 17 about dry brooks and empty barrels, and how they were actually the answer to the needs of the prophet and a widow woman, saving both their lives, in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday School today was about Job and the severe trial he went through, and how that trial served to show the true integrity of his heart. Imagine learning you have lost all you owned and all your children in less than say, a 10 minute span. The words that lept off the page at me as I studied were, "...and while he was still speaking..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sessions of teaching during the retreat were all aimed at identifying ways that Satan comes at us, stealing our joy. Remember, the joy of the Lord is our STRENGTH. My breath was just taken away as she spoke about her daughter. My heart broke for her and for the daughter who dealt with and caused such upheaval in that family. A devastating blow. "...and while he was still speaking..." I found myself thinking about Tim. I have one natural son, Timothy Aaron (Aaron) and one unofficially adopted son, Timothy Karl (Tim). He is gay. He has been so for many years. He was gay when I met him. It has been something he has struggled with, fought against, succumbed to, tried to ignore...if you were to meet him, you would think he's gay. He's married. To a woman. He's still gay. And he's still my unofficially adopted son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't really agree with the idea that people are born with a sexual orientation. I think Satan has many subtle tricks and lies that we fall into, one of them being, "this is what I am, I can't fix it." But how many of us who are straight struggle with the same type of thinking? "I'm fat, that's just the way it is." "I'm just too shy to_____." "I'm not good at much of anything." "I'm not enough to keep a husband's love." But we believe the lie, and so that makes it our reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In this time and in this culture, we risk the chance of being sued, defamed, or physically harmed for "bashing." Unless, of course, one is a Christian. Then it's ok. Having been on the receiving end of some of the milder forms of ridicule individually, and identified with the larger body that takes some of the more severe forms of persecution, I find it hard to understand how anyone who names the name of Jesus in on breath, can with the next stereotype and slur those who don't think like we do. If I really do want to win the world, loving in spite of the warts and dirt and stink will be the path I'm called to take. It's what Jesus did with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I left early this morning to be able to be back to my own church for morning worship, so I didn't get to hear the last session of the retreat. I pray that the ladies who remained will be able to open their spirits up to the love and joy the Lord has for each of them. I pray that the shock of that one session will have the effect the Lord intended; that we will be skaken out of our complacency and into the world of hurting people where we can show them that there IS joy in the living when the King is on our side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-4744507394256581497?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/4744507394256581497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=4744507394256581497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4744507394256581497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4744507394256581497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/11/steeping-into-joy.html' title='Stepping into Joy'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-5766268587896440646</id><published>2008-11-05T20:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:06:54.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Pray, Time to Fix Our Eyes on Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..If you haven't been already.  I am saddened by but not surprised by the results of the election.  Sometimes it takes a hard knock to get our attention.  I am praying that the Lord's people will get on their faces before Him and cry out for mercy, cry out for forgiveness (personal and corporate), and cry out for the man who will now inhabit the White House.  God is still in control, and as one person said tonight in church, "We have to get there." when we talked about the things that are to come to pass in Revelation.  Can't say I'm really looking forward to the events that lead to that, however many of them that may entail, but I am looking forward to spending eternity with my Lord.  So I want to look to Jesus, the Author and Finisher of my faith.  It will be alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-5766268587896440646?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/5766268587896440646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=5766268587896440646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5766268587896440646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5766268587896440646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-to-pray-time-to-fix-our-eyes-on.html' title='Time to Pray, Time to Fix Our Eyes on Jesus'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-653649672682254348</id><published>2008-11-02T15:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:54:10.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bein' Sneaky</title><content type='html'>I was (gently) chastised today for not posting more often (you know who you are ;D), so my question is, "Do two posts in the same day count?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you know that L and I raise, race and sell racing homing pigeons as a side business/hobby.  We have done pretty well in the races in previous years, and our birds sell for reasonable amounts most of the time.  We are, however, planning on selling out this year; and my goal is to be birdless by the end of 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said, L has a fellow flyer that he has traded breeding stock with in the past, and he still has one pair of our birds.  The "breeding fee" is a couple of the babies each year from the matings.  L has told this friend that we are going to be letting our birds go, but the friend said he had some babies for us, and wouldn't take "no" for an answer when we said we really didn't want them.  Loft space for most breeders is at a premium, and I'm sure he didn't want the extras in his loft, either.  So, Wednesday night I came home at about 8:30 to find a message from the USPO stating I had birds to be picked up.  I was tired, and went to bed, thinking that I would leave early Thursday morning to get them, wondering as well how I was going to manage to get to the post office and back, get the birds situated, get a shower and get back to SA to work all in the space of 90 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the birds.  I went to work Thursday morning, worked all day, went grocery shopping that evening and went home.  I had no more than walked into the kitchen when I thought: "BIRDS!"  Too late now.  So I started praying that they would be ok for another 12 hours (no water in those boxes) while they waited for morning.  Still same dilemma.  At 6:30 AM the phone rang.  It was one of the girls from work asking if I could wait and come in at 1 PM.  Yeah, that works better for me, too.  At 7:15 the phone rang again.  It was the lady from the PO asking if I was going to come get the birds and would it help if I was able to pick them up a little earlier than 8AM.  Oh, Yeah!  So I was there at 7:40 to collect them and found that they had only been in the box for 3 days.  That's the normal shipping time.  They had been mailed Tuesday and arrived overnight, nearly unheard of even for livestock.  So the Lord heard and answered my prayer before I even knew I needed an answer, and the birds are now safe and secure in their (temporary) new home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-653649672682254348?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/653649672682254348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=653649672682254348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/653649672682254348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/653649672682254348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/11/bein-sneaky.html' title='Bein&apos; Sneaky'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-3813588003587684913</id><published>2008-11-02T15:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:35:42.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMIGOSH!!!!  It's NOVEMBER Already!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how fast this year has gone.  It seems it just started, and now we're looking at the holidays again!  Maybe it's because I have a few more responsibilities that make me keep a little closer eye on the calendar.  Or maybe it's because this year I will be able to celebrate at least some of those holidays with family.  It's been a few years since I've had blood kin close enough to feast and frolic (?!) with.  Along with the holidays, there are also a stack of birthdays lining up, beginning with my son on 11/3, my mom on 11/18, the quints on 12/16, myself on 1/17 and ending with my sister on 2/10 and L on 2/16.  My new granddaughter hasn't help in that respect.  She's due 2/19.  They coulda spread 'em out a little bit!  I guess the flip side of that is the rest of the year is relatively clear, and I don't have to worry about one of them sneaking up on me before I realize it.  "Oops, sorry 'bout that" isn't quite as likely to happen.   Guess I have my running shoes on, because A's card and gift are already in transit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-3813588003587684913?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/3813588003587684913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=3813588003587684913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3813588003587684913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3813588003587684913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/11/omigosh-its-november-already.html' title='OMIGOSH!!!!  It&apos;s NOVEMBER Already!!!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-823545045338654013</id><published>2008-10-20T21:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:22:31.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMMM.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I guess the pictures were better without the background, which has suddenly reappeared after nearly a week's hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-823545045338654013?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/823545045338654013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=823545045338654013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/823545045338654013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/823545045338654013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmmmm.html' title='HMMMM.....'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-2932957520304675105</id><published>2008-10-18T21:02:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:21:01.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SPqZT7nahJI/AAAAAAAAADI/UaQ2AQo4P5A/s1600-h/cumberland+mall+snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258684082608047250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SPqZT7nahJI/AAAAAAAAADI/UaQ2AQo4P5A/s320/cumberland+mall+snow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SPqZCPXWEUI/AAAAAAAAADA/2Fun37CPFH4/s1600-h/lovers+leap+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258683778671710530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SPqZCPXWEUI/AAAAAAAAADA/2Fun37CPFH4/s320/lovers+leap+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SPqYx92uraI/AAAAAAAAAC4/G2YgK-ZGPi0/s1600-h/us+40+lavale.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258683499093601698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SPqYx92uraI/AAAAAAAAAC4/G2YgK-ZGPi0/s320/us+40+lavale.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SPqXkUOmkrI/AAAAAAAAACw/OulUV4bE7HM/s1600-h/One+Pretty+Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258682165069517490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SPqXkUOmkrI/AAAAAAAAACw/OulUV4bE7HM/s320/One+Pretty+Car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SPqXUUr2D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/9V3KhqDRLZg/s1600-h/Aaron+%26+Tamara+Car+Show+Oct+11++08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258681890314260434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SPqXUUr2D9I/AAAAAAAAACo/9V3KhqDRLZg/s320/Aaron+%26+Tamara+Car+Show+Oct+11++08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SPqXEl5noPI/AAAAAAAAACg/ukFpafK4FzI/s1600-h/Aaron+%26+Tamara+Oct+11++08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258681620057530610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SPqXEl5noPI/AAAAAAAAACg/ukFpafK4FzI/s320/Aaron+%26+Tamara+Oct+11++08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was looking through the pictures I took last weekend, and ran across some old ones that were still on the card from previous outings. (Yes, I uploaded them to the computer, but neglected to remove them from the card. Good thing, too, since I thought I had lost some when the computer crashed a couple of months ago.) One of the things we did was go to the Granbury 'Vette Club Car Show. Some really pretty cars there. I never owned a 'Vette, but have owned 4 Camaros, and they are just as much fun. So I am going to share a few pics this time. The first ones are of the visit to Granbury, the others are of some of the scenes around my hometown. As most of you know, I am from the East Coast. Some of you will see familiar topography, others will wonder how in the world they ended up here!  If these seem to come out backward, I did post them in the right order!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-2932957520304675105?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/2932957520304675105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=2932957520304675105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2932957520304675105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2932957520304675105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/10/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFryXBannLY/SPqZT7nahJI/AAAAAAAAADI/UaQ2AQo4P5A/s72-c/cumberland+mall+snow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-2282520106000067687</id><published>2008-10-13T06:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T06:25:26.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I actually did get the day off Friday.  I left SA at about 10:00 and got to Granbury at about 1:45.  I returned last night at about 9:15 pm, and pretty much went straight to bed.  It is amazing how switching sleeping arrangements can mess up a night's rest.  New sounds, new smells, different bed.  So it was very good to be back in my own place again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The visit witht the kids and T's parents was good, though.  We mostly just sat around and talked or watched TV.  T is now obviously pregnant, and the little one is doing a tapdance in her belly.  We did a little shopping for ideas, mostly; so now I know more of her preferences in colors and styles.  That always helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;One of the things we did, because A is a huge OU fan was watch the OU/Texas game on Saturday.  Not a good move.  He gave up in disgust and didn't even watch the last 2 min. of the game.  So I can relate to Doonecookie.  I tried to point out that since he now &lt;em&gt;lives&lt;/em&gt; in Texas, he really didn't lose anything.  He wasn't convinced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I took pics, but don't have enough time this morning to post them, since they have not been uploaded from the camera.  Will do that with the next post.  And now, it's time to get the work-before-work done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-2282520106000067687?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/2282520106000067687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=2282520106000067687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2282520106000067687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2282520106000067687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-4595955489640641037</id><published>2008-10-09T18:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:57:04.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Town</title><content type='html'>Well, this is a weekend I have been waiting for for about 2 months now.  My kids are home, and I'm going to see them.  I plan to leave tomorrow after work and drive to Granbury.  There is a chance that I will not have to work tomorrow, so I may get an extra day out of the deal, and that suits me just fine.  So I am going to pack tonight, planning to leave from the hospital as soon as I get off.  (Really trying to not get my hopes up too high that I might not have to work at all.)  I guarantee I will make a mad dash for the phone if it rings in the morning!  So you all have a blessed weekend, as for me; I'm outta here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-4595955489640641037?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/4595955489640641037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=4595955489640641037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4595955489640641037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4595955489640641037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/10/out-of-town.html' title='Out of Town'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-2883786226901909479</id><published>2008-10-03T08:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:36:42.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MARRIED?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>I received an email from my sister this morning informing me that she is getting married.  She and Bill have been a "couple" of sorts for several years.  I never liked the man much.  He bordered on overbearing in many ways.  I think my sister knew what my reaction would be because her first paragraph was a description of how much he has changed in the last few months.  Potty mouth gone.  Reading the Bible.  Praying.  Changed.  He always claimed to be a Christian, but the evidence just wasn't there.  Since I am here, and they are there, there is not much to do except take her word for it.  She is a strong Christian, and I know that she would not make this move without the Lord's approval, and I remember her telling me, when the going was really tough, that the Lord would ask her, "I still love him, do you?"  So I'm praying.  Praying that she is really making the right move, that he is truly changed, that they will find the joy they both seek, that the Lord will guide and have His way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-2883786226901909479?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/2883786226901909479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=2883786226901909479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2883786226901909479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2883786226901909479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/10/married.html' title='MARRIED?!?!?!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-7408192169294798642</id><published>2008-10-02T19:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:01:24.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Say "Amen!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I received this in some mail today, and thought it deserved a place in the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Jew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scattered by God’s avenging hand, afflicted and forlorn,&lt;br /&gt;Sad wanderers from their pleasant land, do Judah’s children mourn:&lt;br /&gt;And e’en in Christian countries,&lt;br /&gt;Few breathe thoughts of pity for the Jew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet listen, Gentile, do you love the Bible’s precious page?&lt;br /&gt;Then let your heart with kindness move to Israel’s heritage:&lt;br /&gt;Who traced those lines of love for you?—&lt;br /&gt;Each sacred writer was a Jew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then as years and ages passed, and nations rose and fell,&lt;br /&gt;Though clouds and darkness oft were cast o’er captive Israel,&lt;br /&gt;The oracles of God for you&lt;br /&gt;Were kept in safety by the Jew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the Great Messiah came for guilty man to bleed,&lt;br /&gt;He did not take an angel’s name, no—born of Abraham’s seed—Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Who gave His life for you,&lt;br /&gt;The gentle Savior was a Jew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though His own received Him not, and turned in pride away,&lt;br /&gt;Whence is the Gentile’s happier lot?  Are you more just than they?&lt;br /&gt;No, God in pity turned to you—&lt;br /&gt;Have you no pity for the Jew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, the, and bend your knee to pray for Israel’s ancient race;&lt;br /&gt;Ask the dear Savior every day to call them by His grace:&lt;br /&gt;Go, for a debt of love is due&lt;br /&gt;From Christian Gentiles to the Jew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-7408192169294798642?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/7408192169294798642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=7408192169294798642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7408192169294798642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7408192169294798642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/10/gotta-say-amen.html' title='Gotta Say &quot;Amen!&quot;'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-8122228623894071409</id><published>2008-10-02T05:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:06:32.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My daughter-in-law emailed me yesterday with the latest update on the baby and their departure time.  They leave for the US today and will actually arrive sometime early tomorrow.  I can't wait to have them back in the same time zone!  Along with that bit of info,  she said she'd had a sonogram which seems to indicate that this little one she is carrying is a girl.  This will be my first blood grandchild, and I am excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-8122228623894071409?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/8122228623894071409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=8122228623894071409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8122228623894071409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8122228623894071409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/10/home.html' title='Home!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-3777500274778094404</id><published>2008-09-28T13:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:04:44.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out-foxing a Fox</title><content type='html'>There are two young men at church who are just at the age to find being a pest is the best entertainment in the world. These kids are just about the right age to be my grandchildren had I followed the normal path and had my son at 20 instead of 30. The first young man finds great joy in playing cat-and-mouse with my car keys (or whatever else I might have in my hand that he thinks will push my buttons.) This is a game we have played for several months now, and while he has occasionally been somewhat of a nuisance, he is very careful not to cross the line into making me upset with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he and his friend took off with several scrub tops that had been given to me to take to work for donation. Rather than drop the rest of the stuff in my arms, I just let him take them. They waited around my car until I was ready to go. When I opened the doors (all of them) and told him to hang the clothes up for me, they both hopped into the back seat. So I drove off with them. Usually, that makes them scramble for the door latch when I stop at the street to check traffic. Today I didn't stop because there was no cross traffic to be seen. They both got really quiet. Then they started asking where we were going. I just went around the block and pulled back into the church parking lot and up to the first young man's mother. I told her that I was taking them for a little while and I would bring them back shortly. She said ok. In the mean time, Friend #2 had made a mad dash out of the vehicle and was headed for the portico. I told him he'd better come back to the car. This definitely got Friend #1's attention: he thought I was upset with them. His mother said, "Well, you've been messing with her, so now you have to do what she tells you." Friend #2 proved himself a true friend, and got back in the car. I left the parking lot a second time with two very subdued young men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them finally ventured to ask where we were going, and I told him he would just have to wait and see. More silence. I pulled into the parking lot of a local restaurant, and Friend #1 asked what we were doing. I said, "Going to lunch." He said he didn't bring his wallet with him. Poor kid, it was then that I let them off the hook. We actually had quite a nice lunch. They talked about their hobbies and interests. When I asked them what they thought was going to happen when I made them get back in the car, Friend #1 said, "I thought you were going to make me run a weedeater at your house or something." I had to laugh at that. I wouldn't do that to them even if I had been angry with them. It was a fun way to out-fox the "fox."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-3777500274778094404?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/3777500274778094404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=3777500274778094404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3777500274778094404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3777500274778094404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/09/out-foxing-fox.html' title='Out-foxing a Fox'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-5701300178401741529</id><published>2008-09-27T14:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:26:23.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>De-jungled</title><content type='html'>I mowed the weekend before all that rain (about 3 weeks ago).  My yard looked pretty good.  I thought, "Now it will be easy to keep up with, since the summer is nearly done."  HAH!  I planned to mow last weekend again, but was not feeling well, and couldn't talk myself into the 2-3 hours it takes to do just the part I try to keep up with.  So, I slept most of last Sat and Sun.  I was off last Mon. due to a low-census day, and spent most of it in the bed.   Consequently, my "yard" was beginning to look like it was deserted--again.  I'm still not sure whether I catch colds, or have allergies.  Having never had allergies, I have nothing to guage with.  Anyhow, yesterday the fog lifted and I finally had some energy.  So this morning I dragged the big lawn tractor out of it's hiding place, cleaned it off/out (something L rarely did, since he does have allergies) and chopped down the square of hay field that directly surrounds the house, cleared the sides of the driveway and mowed a path to the pigeon lofts so I would'nt be tackling snakes on my feeding rounds.  The rest of the hay field is gonna have to stay just that--a hay field.  I gave up trying to mow all 4 acres.  Takes WAY too long.  The grass between my house and my southern neighbor and between the house and the road is about waist high or a little more on me, or about 2.5-3 feet tall.  So if you drive by, and wonder who in the world would let their grass get in that kind of shape...it would be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-5701300178401741529?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/5701300178401741529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=5701300178401741529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5701300178401741529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5701300178401741529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/09/de-jungled.html' title='De-jungled'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-5335024602439402355</id><published>2008-09-20T15:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:11:49.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much New</title><content type='html'>What to post...what to post...I was talking to the ladies that came to the Ladies Day Out this afternoon, and in response to "is your computer working?", said that most of my days consist of getting up, feeding birds, going to work, coming home and going to bed.  Not much of interest there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have an offer to purchase a couple of the lofts, but as they are still inhabited, that won't come about for awhile yet.  The young bird races are now in full swing.  One of them, a race in Virginia, is complete, and we took 6th, 9th, 17th, and 19th places out of 90 birds.  Not bad, actually.  One of our pigeon-racing friends who is part of that club actually won both sides of the race, a first in the club history.  We have swapped birds, sold birds back and forth, etc., so there is a possibility that some of our bloodlines may have helped in that feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week seemed kind of like "old home week" at work.  On Wednesday I saw 4 people who I know from other areas of life, all there for some kind of procedure or with a family member there for a procedure.  I got to take care of two of them...what a privilege!  It seemed like every time I turned around, someone was saying, "Hi Jan!" and I would look up and see a familiar, smiling face.  As a "transplanted Texan"  I think it most unusual to find anyone would know me outside of my normal places of relationship with them.  When the two worlds cross, I am reminded that we really do still live in a small town.  That's one of the things I love about this place:  big enough to have what you need, small enough to find familiar faces in unexpected places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-5335024602439402355?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/5335024602439402355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=5335024602439402355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5335024602439402355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5335024602439402355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-much-new.html' title='Not Much New'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-6811482705190773653</id><published>2008-09-12T19:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:36:17.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought This Was Wonderful</title><content type='html'>A friend sent me this via email today.  I don't know if he even realizes how much it would touch me.  Having been active duty myself, and having had a son (and daughter-in-law) who served in Iraq, I can sort of picture myself being in this family's shoes--having lost a loved one who died in service to his country.  It's long, but please read clear to the end.  This is the man who has lead our country for the last 8 years.  May the next term of office be so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eielson.af.mil/news/story.asp?id=123111092"&gt;http://www.eielson.af.mil/news/story.asp?id=123111092&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-6811482705190773653?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/6811482705190773653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=6811482705190773653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/6811482705190773653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/6811482705190773653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-thought-this-was-wonderful.html' title='I Thought This Was Wonderful'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-6431410062457177076</id><published>2008-09-11T21:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:22:41.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Caught Up!</title><content type='html'>Well, for the last 2 weeks I have been computerless.  During the storm 2 Fridays ago, I unplugged everything having anything to do with electronic gizmos as I always do.  So the comupter was in no way attached to anything that lightning could reach in and touch.  Saturday morning when the storm was past, I reattached everything, starting from the wall and peripherals, ending with hitting the start button on the computer.  The next action was a loud SNAP and a blue-white flash from the lower regions of my NEW computer!  Oh, dear Lord!  Did I just fry my computer? Printer? Monitor? Modem?  I quickly disengaged all the stuff I had just reattached and called CR with a cry for help.  He said it was probably the power supply.  I took it with me on Tuesday (9/2) and gave it back to him.  He ordered a new power supply and said it should be in by Thursday, and he would install it and bring the computer back on Friday.  No sweat.  I can handle that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I got a phone call saying that UPS wouldn't be delivering the power supply until Tuesday.  (That's not the first time UPS has been a little slow on the delivery of an item for me.)&lt;br /&gt;So I got the computer back last night--after church--and a short fellowship meal after the service.  I took it home, set it on the computer room floor and went to bed.  (5:30 comes early, and I was really tired after being in church and at work seemingly non-stop since Saturday, and having put in a very LONG 4-day week prior.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up this morning and plugged everything back in and held my breath as I hit the start button.  No ka-pow, no burnt electrical smell, just the hum of a functional computer.  Thank You, Lord, and thank you, CR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I logged into Outlook and hit the download bar, it said I had &lt;strong&gt;134 &lt;/strong&gt;messages!  &lt;strong&gt;134!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  Good grief!  My spam program only kicked out 34 of them.  So I have spent the early and late parts of the day weeding out the ads and such that came through from companies I occasionally do business with.  And reading the messages from friends and a couple news-type ministries I subscribe to.  And catching up on the blogs I follow.  That was a bit of a challenge as most of you are relatively vocal folks.  That's a good thing, but it took some doing to feel like I was at least somewhat back in the loop.  Sure does feel good to be able to sit at the keyboard again and reach out and touch the rest of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-6431410062457177076?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/6431410062457177076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=6431410062457177076' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/6431410062457177076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/6431410062457177076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-caught-up.html' title='Finally Caught Up!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-9218069412929245345</id><published>2008-08-25T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:02:44.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>I love sunset.  It is the most peaceful, beautiful part of the day.  After all the hurry and hassle and busyness of living, it is a time to just sit back in my Father's arms and let out a delighted little sigh.  I was driving home tonight from Comm. Bible Study at about 8:30, and there was this wonderful lingering glow in the western sky that I got to enjoy the whole way in.  It surely must make my BP drop at least 1o points just gazing at it.  I can feel the peace just seep through me.  At the same time, there is such a sense of longing, reaching...and for a long time I didn't even know what I was longing for.  I asked the Lord a few years ago about it, and He said I was longing for Him.  Since that time I have considered it as a gift from my Beloved; a promise that He will not leave me during the dark hours and will be waiting for me on awakening in the morning.  I love sunset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-9218069412929245345?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/9218069412929245345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=9218069412929245345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/9218069412929245345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/9218069412929245345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-8761047602444337517</id><published>2008-08-23T16:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:09:40.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so I finally got with the program...</title><content type='html'>...and added a blog roll.  I think this will make it easier (at least for me) to keep up with most of the blogs I read regularly.  Just call me stubborn, and maybe a little scared to try to change this thing, since I have had a couple of close calls with trying to redo things like backgrounds, etc.  But this was pretty simple, and I like the look.  So, I think it's here to stay.  I realize I am a bit out of the loop with the rest of SAFA ladies, but if I missed anyone and you wish to be added, please let me know.  I don't really know just how many of you actually read this blog.  That also goes for any GCFF friends that would like to be included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-8761047602444337517?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/8761047602444337517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=8761047602444337517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8761047602444337517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8761047602444337517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-so-i-finally-got-with-program.html' title='Ok, so I finally got with the program...'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-4276608085909288960</id><published>2008-08-23T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:39:00.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...And a Functional Computer!...</title><content type='html'>(...see previous post title.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after my week hiatus from the blogging world, I am the proud owner of a new computer, thanks to CR, who did a custom-build for about what I would have spent at any of the computer stores.  I really like to support Christian business people when possible, and like the idea of having customer support readily available, so this was a win-win deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited about getting the new one up and running that I planned to come home right after work and put it in place.  Work kept me late (about 7 PM) and then I stopped to have dinner with another nurse who also got out late.  Then I stopped to pick up the new system (in the HEB parking lot, of all places) and talked for a bit with C.  By the time I got home it was 9:15 and I was too tired to mess with all those wires and finding the right connection spots, so it sat in it's box on the floor in the computer room until this morning.  It's much easier to see what needs to go where in the daylight, though it did still require a flashlight for one or two wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am sitting here, typing; and thinking of all the stuff that was on my old system that now needs to be placed on the new hard drive.  I am so glad that I was able to copy all the stuff I wanted to keep off onto CD's, that will make the job go a LOT faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure feels good to be back!  Thanks, CR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-4276608085909288960?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/4276608085909288960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=4276608085909288960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4276608085909288960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4276608085909288960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-functional-computer.html' title='...And a Functional Computer!...'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-7883943777784207452</id><published>2008-08-16T08:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:36:30.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for AC!</title><content type='html'>FINALLY...after 3 weeks, I have AC!  The crew arrived at my house sometime yesterday afternoon and began setting up the system.  I got home at about 4PM and they were filling the new unit with freon.  I talked with them a bit and let them continue with their work.  When I looked out the back door a while later, the guys were gone, and I still had no cool air.  I had overheard one of them say "well, we can't finish until we have the plenum, and they didn't bring one."  Now, my dad was a heating/plumbing man for my early growing-up years, and I know what a plenum is.  I needed a new one?  Doubt it.  About 15 minutes later, I heard voices out the back door again, but had not heard the truck return.  When I looked, it was two different guys working on the outside unit.  When I asked where the first two men went, they said they went to another job, and the two new ones were here to turn the system on and make sure it was working properly.  They had it running by about 5:10, told me to close up the house and left.  It ran...and ran...and ran...for 2 hours, to get the house from 87 degrees (actually cooler than it had been for most of the 3 weeks) down to 79 degrees.  It finally shut off at 7:14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't just having the cooler house that was so great.  I was able to put the curtain back down in the bedroom, thus blocking the light from the full moon, and allowing me to sleep more soundly than I have since all this started.  So when the alarm went off at 5:30 this morning, I did a rare thing.  I turned it off and went back to sleep.  I got up at 7:30, and have't had such a feeling of being rested since the end of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM, they took the old unit with them without charge.  They already had it on the truck when I got home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-7883943777784207452?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/7883943777784207452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=7883943777784207452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7883943777784207452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7883943777784207452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/08/hooray-for-ac.html' title='Hooray for AC!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-4131236624970322564</id><published>2008-08-10T16:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T16:36:28.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side of the Coin</title><content type='html'>Well, still no central AC...and it's hot...BUT the (very large) silver lining is what has happened in my life &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; of that problem!  I have always known that I have "family" wherever I go, simply because I love the Lord and others do also.  But I have been the recipient of some mighty neat "family" dealings in the last couple of weeks:  1.  PM came to my house and let the AC repairman in and stayed to oversee the repair attempt while I was at work.  2.  A couple (you know who you are) offered me a place to sleep that was cool when my house was too hot to allow rest.  I was able to stay there for two nights.  3.  Another member offered me a small window unit, and he and PM came and installed it and made sure it was working for me.  Now I can sleep at night in my own bed.  God's people are so wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other good thing is that the home warranty I've kept over the 5 years I have been here will pay for a new unit!  This is the second time I have had a major problem, and the second time they have stepped up to the plate and delivered.  So, American Home Shield, you have my continued loyalty, and my word-of-mouth advertising about all you've done, even if it is still quite warm in here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-4131236624970322564?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/4131236624970322564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=4131236624970322564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4131236624970322564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4131236624970322564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/08/other-side-of-coin.html' title='The Other Side of the Coin'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-8629425413272282392</id><published>2008-07-28T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:02:24.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheesh!!!</title><content type='html'>1.  I may be offline for a bit.  My computer is slowly coming unwound.  I thought all I was going to have to do was switch to the other hard drive (I have two in this system) which would mean taking all the stuff from drive C and putting it on drive D.  Easier said than done, as drive D has to be changed to be "master" and drive C has to be changed to "slave" or removed entirely.  THEN I get the wonderful opportunity to rebuild from scratch on the new drive C.  YEA!!!  But it now seems that the video card is also taking the deep 6.  I am typing between, around and through 4 vertical bars of pink paint-roller style marks.  That is the best part.  Trying to read through it when it goes all over the screen like a paint roller that is nearly out of paint is next to impossible, so I am trying to decide whether to just get another system.  This one is about 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I need to go to the hardware store and find the guts for my hot water tap.  This one is leaking like a seive.  Means I have to turn the water off to be able to do that, and figure out which guts actually fit this particular tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  On Sunday, my house just seemed to keep getting warmer and warmer and warmer, and the AC fan just kept running, running, running, doing nothing except eating electricity.  So I turned the thermostat clear up as high as it would go to shut it off.  In case anyone asks you, it's hot outside, and now it's hot inside, too.  I called to make an appointment with a repair place, and they can't be here until Thursday.  So I am sleeping with windows open and fans running.  I was rather pleasantly surprised to find the inside temp at 89 when I came home this evening, since it was over 100 today.  This house is well-insulated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound like I'm moaning and groaning?  Yep, that'd be about right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-8629425413272282392?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/8629425413272282392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=8629425413272282392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8629425413272282392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8629425413272282392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/07/sheesh.html' title='Sheesh!!!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-1584791988354427227</id><published>2008-07-21T11:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:34:07.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unexpected Day Off</title><content type='html'>This week I am scheduled to work 8-4 all week.  I got up this morning at my usual 5:30, and &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; slap at the snooze button.  Only had 2 hours to be out the door.  Now, I know you're probably thinking, "&lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; 2 hours?!"  However, when one is used to having at least 3, and sometimes 4 hours before going out the door to work, 2 hours ain't much!  I realized at 7:00 that I hadn't fed birds yet, and I was supposed to leave by 7:30.  That meant, feed, shower, dress, leave in the space of 30 minutes.  I actually nearly succeeded, leaving at 7:35.  When I started the car, the "low fuel" light came on.  Oh yeah, I was gonna leave early enough to get gas!  Oops!  So I stopped at the local Allsups.  And waited.  And waited.  No one bothered to turn on the pump, so I got back in the car and headed for Angelo, praying that I had enough gas to get there.  I pulled into the parking lot at 7:59 on my watch, and actually clocked in at 8:01.  Not bad considering the late start I got.  I walked up to the nurse's station, and Ellen said, "Are you supposed to be here this early?  I thought you were 9:30 this week.  We were going to ask if you just wanted the day off."  Stress level from 10 to 2 in 2 seconds flat.  I didn't wait around long enough for someone to change their mind and decide to keep me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went at a leisurely pace to get gas, did a tiny bit of shopping, and stopped at the local park close to the house and just sat at a picnic table under the trees, absorbing the peace and quiet, and enjoying the breeze.  Stress level on leaving about an hour later:  zero.  My, I like days like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-1584791988354427227?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/1584791988354427227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=1584791988354427227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/1584791988354427227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/1584791988354427227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/07/unexpected-day-off.html' title='An Unexpected Day Off'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-2310013698825388612</id><published>2008-07-19T14:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:12:55.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Coming Home!</title><content type='html'>My son called yesterday, and of course I was at work and missed it.  So I called him today and got some really great news!  They are coming home!  My daughter-in-law has had her fill of Army life and is getting out.  They should be home by 1 Nov at the latest.   Her being pregnant again probably has something to do with the stress factor.  She is due in Feb. and is already past the point of loss with the last pregnancy.  They are so excited they don't know what to do with themselves.  Apparently, there is an Army regulation that allows for early release with pregnancy (especially a high-risk one), and she has opted to take it.  Son said that when they realized that they were past the 5 week point, they were able to relax and begin to enjoy the idea of bringing a new life into the world.  She was 8 weeks on the 15th, which gives her a due date of 20 Feb 2009.  (I figured that, A just said, "Sometime in February."  I didn't get to talk to T, but I'll bet &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; knows that date!)  They plan to be in the DFW area, so that is close enough to get to see them pretty regularly.  I am ready!  Christmas is already looking good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-2310013698825388612?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/2310013698825388612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=2310013698825388612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2310013698825388612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2310013698825388612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/07/theyre-coming-home.html' title='They&apos;re Coming Home!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-5701345497452175045</id><published>2008-07-12T23:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:02:31.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my job...I love my job...I love my job...</title><content type='html'>...especially when it is one of the 1-9 (read: close) weeks.  It just messes with my whole routine.  It's hard to be in bed by about 9:30 when you don't get home till around 10 pm.  Then the alarm goes off way too early at 5:30--and I slap at it--repeatedly--in 9 minute intervals--until I finally reach a state of semi-consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday really took the cake, though.  I was supposed to be done at 9.  Yeah.  I finally left work at about 12:50.  That would be AM.  So I didn't set the alarm until 8:30, and finally got up around 9.  Now I get to turn myself back around and be a day shift person again this next week.  So when 5:30 arrives, I won't have the luxury (?) of slapping at the snooze button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lest any of you question:  I really do love my job.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plans to mow this morning, and did manage to get a swath cut around the house, but by 10:15 I was too hot and put the mower back in the garage.  My neighbor, who has a tractor and pull-behind mowing deck had mowed about 1/3 of the other side of my yard when I came back from helping set up things at church this afternoon.  He really helps in that department.  At least it now looks like someone TRIES to care about how it looks outside.  Nearly 4 acres is just too much to try to really do justice to, even with a big riding mower.  I'm not much of an outdoor person, since I am so fair skinned that I burn very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am NOT complaining.  It is mine.  All of it.  Paid for.  I have lots of room for a garden should I decide I want one sometime in the future.  Does anyone in this area do a fall garden?  Tomatoes fresh off the vine sure are sounding good!  (Or cukes, or radishes, or green onions...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-5701345497452175045?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/5701345497452175045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=5701345497452175045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5701345497452175045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5701345497452175045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-my-jobi-love-my-jobi-love-my-job.html' title='I love my job...I love my job...I love my job...'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-3476653849735394102</id><published>2008-07-04T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:14:47.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An All Around Good Day</title><content type='html'>Today has been one of those "ahh" days.  I slept until I woke up--no alarm.  I did a little shopping--for a new lawn mower--the old one finally died.  I spent a couple of hours sorting through some music to add to our repertory at church, then a couple more hours working on a few of them with the praise team.  Then I was invited to participate in some of the holiday festivities at the lake, culminating in the fireworks display.  It was beautiful and I thoroughly enjoyed it.  But the best part was spent blowing bubbles.  I haven't done that in a long time--not since my son was little.  The kids who stopped by to see the Verizon display were treated to bubble gum, bubble blowing and water balloons.  They had a blast!  So did I.  One little girl, who told me she was 6, joined me in the bubble-blowing, standing  on the picnic table seat; and several other kids spent a lot of energy chasing the bubbles, seeing how many they could catch or burst.  The rainbow colors rivaled anything seen in the fireworks, since the wind carried them westward into the setting sun.  I am now just sitting, soaking in the pleasure of the day, contemplating still having the next two days off.  What could be better?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-3476653849735394102?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/3476653849735394102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=3476653849735394102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3476653849735394102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3476653849735394102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-around-good-day.html' title='An All Around Good Day'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-2382291486842319890</id><published>2008-06-21T20:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:50:39.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Know Some New Folks (and saying "hi" to some friends)</title><content type='html'>Today I went to sing at the Gospel Fest 2008. It was really just pretty neat, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. The other vocalist from our church asked me to join him last Sunday when a song we practiced just seemed to flow. We had both sung it before, just not together. I was impressed by the number of participants. I guess about 20-25 bands, soloists and groups were there. We had everything from hard rock to southern gospel represented, and had one dancer. She did a beautiful job. I love to watch the grace and fluid motion of dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't nervous until just before the little girl (about 5) sang with her daddy. We were next and I realized that we had not had a mic check, and I had no idea which one of the 5 or 6 mics available to use. And all the music sounds so much different in an outdoor theater. Just about the time I was seriously thinking about freaking, and had started seeking the Lord to calm the jitters, R appeared beside me saying. "Let's pray right quick." Amen to that! The jitters subsided, and the song went really well. I saw several people singing with us, always a good sign. I didn't stay for all of it, because it will go quite late into the night. At 7:45 they hadn't even completed the "first half" list yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they do this every year, and I can vaguely remember a crowd of people a the park on 29th Street last year about this time. I hope I get to go again next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-2382291486842319890?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/2382291486842319890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=2382291486842319890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2382291486842319890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2382291486842319890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-to-know-some-new-folks-and.html' title='Getting to Know Some New Folks (and saying &quot;hi&quot; to some friends)'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-1054224920380069193</id><published>2008-06-17T19:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:58:31.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Made Me Smile</title><content type='html'>Today I had a pt who was just a bit of a character who was "letting it all hang out" while still under the residual effects of the anesthesia he'd been given.  To say taking care of him was a unique experience would be a gross understatement!  He embarrassed his poor daughter nearly to death, and she kept apologizing for him saying, "He really isn't like that!  It happens every time he gets anesthesia!  I'm so sorry!"  I told her it was not a problem, and that he had actually made the day kind of fun, and he probably wouldn't remember much of it when he fully recovered from the meds they'd given him.  He was with us for about 2 hours after surgery.  I discharged him and sent him home in his daughter's care.  About an hour later, flowers were delivered to the unit, saying thank you for the great care.  I don't know if his daughter told him what he'd done and said he needed to apologize, or if he remembered more than I thought he might and was embarrassed.  We all got to enjoy the beautiful arrangement, and then the girls said to bring them home because he had been my pt.  I have enjoyed just the memory of the silliness, and the thoughtfulness of the gift, regardless of the reason behind it.  That's the first time I've ever had a pt give me flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-1054224920380069193?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/1054224920380069193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=1054224920380069193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/1054224920380069193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/1054224920380069193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-made-me-smile.html' title='It Made Me Smile'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-6777115316681710079</id><published>2008-06-01T21:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:27:43.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>I went to visit Rhondiemarie, and when I came back, all I had was a black screen with writing ont it.  I also noted that her wallpaper was gone.  So I'm wondering what's the deal here!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-6777115316681710079?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/6777115316681710079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=6777115316681710079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/6777115316681710079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/6777115316681710079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/06/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-2874961837981988919</id><published>2008-05-24T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T14:16:08.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Make Big Question Marks Appear Over Peoples' Heads</title><content type='html'>Today our church did a gas giveaway for the holiday weekend.  There were 8+ people there, some handing out flyers at the pumps and giving directions on how to get money back, some acting as cashiers, one or two lending moral support.  All got involved in praying for those who accepted the offers.  It was a great day.  The reaction ran the range of "Thank you, God bless you" to "Why are you doing this?"  One person asked how we were making money doing this.  When we explained that we weren't making any money, we were giving it away, he took his cash and walked away shaking his head.  One lady said she and her family were looking for a church home.  Several asked for prayer for loved ones who are in jail.  Two or three gave us their receipts and said they didn't want the money and to bless someone else with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One family ran out of gas just as they pulled into the lot.  They didn't make it to the pump.  Someone else had a gas can, so we filled it and put it in the tank so he could move the car.  We were able to bless them with a little extra cash, so they were able to put a little more gas in the tank this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lady lost her driver's license and came back to us asking if we had seen it.  We helped her look in the parking lot, in the store, she looked all through her car.  No license.  She came back to us several minutes later, still searching.  She had started to walk away again, when I asked if we could pray.  She said yes.  We prayed and she walked away.  A couple of minutes later, she came back all smiles to tell us that she had found it on the running board of her truck.  A small thing.  Maybe.  What if someone had actually taken it?  Identity theft is the first thing that ran through my mind as we first looked for it.  But God is faithful, and He hears us when we call.  I am so glad.  Glad for her that she found that which was lost.  Glad for us that He moves when we make needs known.  Glad that the Lord's name has been and will be praised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like maybe we helped a little today.  Maybe we were the buffer someone needed to be able to make it another week.  I think we were the gloves on God's hands for a few hours this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even had some local news coverage.  So if you see the news tonight, you might see us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-2874961837981988919?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/2874961837981988919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=2874961837981988919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2874961837981988919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2874961837981988919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-make-big-question-marks-appear.html' title='How to Make Big Question Marks Appear Over Peoples&apos; Heads'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-969138577962867859</id><published>2008-05-17T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:38:01.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Went to the Movies Today...</title><content type='html'>and saw "Prince Caspian" and "Expelled."  Both were very good in their own way.  I am a long-time Narnia fan and they did a pretty good job of staying faithful to the tone of the book, even though there were some changes.  I'd pay to see it again.  The other one, "Expelled" is a documentary on science vs. religion hosted by Ben Stein.  I left the theater with the verse, "...and professing themselves to be wise, they became fools..." from Rom. 1 ringing in my head.  The interview with Richard Dawkins at the end of the film was a bit of a mind-blower for me.  I won't reveal it in case anyone else is planning to see it.  I think it is a must-see for any Christian.  A couple who were walking out behind me said, "They need to show that in churches."  I think they need to show it in classrooms:  high school, college, etc.  And the church needs to pray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-969138577962867859?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/969138577962867859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=969138577962867859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/969138577962867859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/969138577962867859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-went-to-movies-today.html' title='I Went to the Movies Today...'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-2580247519662490829</id><published>2008-05-17T11:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:02:01.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap-up</title><content type='html'>Well, the kitties and their Mama are gone.  They were getting very active, and I was afraid they would get into something in the garage that would hurt them, since we keep things there to keep the pest population down in the lofts.  So I took them to the Human Society.  I understand that they will check them to be sure they are healthy, spay the mama and take them to one of the local pet stores for placement.  I am sad to have them gone, they were good company; and glad they are gone because I don't have to worry about them being shut up in the garage all day.  Now I don't have to worry about L coming home to &lt;em&gt;4&lt;/em&gt; cats.  One would have been too many, 4 would have just put him over the edge!  And I don't have to worry about them eventually getting into any of the lofts to have pigeon dinner.  But I do miss them.  They were so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-2580247519662490829?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/2580247519662490829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=2580247519662490829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2580247519662490829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2580247519662490829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/05/wrap-up.html' title='Wrap-up'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-5553080997508763101</id><published>2008-05-10T21:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:10:43.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kFryXBannLY/SCZjBIXhTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MKcerTjOadY/s1600-h/kitties16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198951690922970322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kFryXBannLY/SCZjBIXhTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MKcerTjOadY/s320/kitties16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kFryXBannLY/SCZipYXhTMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0jVcdHFpV04/s1600-h/kitties5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198951282901077186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kFryXBannLY/SCZipYXhTMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0jVcdHFpV04/s320/kitties5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kFryXBannLY/SCZhgIXhTLI/AAAAAAAAABs/s0JRiC63yuM/s1600-h/kitties10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198950024475659442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kFryXBannLY/SCZhgIXhTLI/AAAAAAAAABs/s0JRiC63yuM/s320/kitties10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kFryXBannLY/SCZhGoXhTKI/AAAAAAAAABk/uPMvDoozaf4/s1600-h/kitties11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198949586388995234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kFryXBannLY/SCZhGoXhTKI/AAAAAAAAABk/uPMvDoozaf4/s320/kitties11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kFryXBannLY/SCZgm4XhTJI/AAAAAAAAABc/M_QOUj2FwN8/s1600-h/kitties13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198949040928148626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kFryXBannLY/SCZgm4XhTJI/AAAAAAAAABc/M_QOUj2FwN8/s320/kitties13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four poor kitties, four poor kitties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how they play, see how they play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The all came to visit the Bird Man's wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She prayed that the Bird Man would spare her life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever hear such a tale in your life as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four poor kitties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(To the tune of "Three Blind Mice")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-5553080997508763101?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/5553080997508763101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=5553080997508763101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5553080997508763101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5553080997508763101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kFryXBannLY/SCZjBIXhTNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MKcerTjOadY/s72-c/kitties16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-691865964648180230</id><published>2008-04-28T06:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T06:37:23.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty (Kitty?)</title><content type='html'>My garage doore has been giving me problems for the last several days, and the repair man is supposed to be here today to fix it.  So Saturday and yesterday I went out to do a little straightening and cleaning.  Yesterday I attacked the plethora of cobwebs, and while using the broom over by the garage door, happened to notice movement in on a shelf in the back corner toward the house.  I was thinking, "rat" and shivering over that prospect of having one so bold as to be out while I was in the vicinity.  However, when I stopped to actually focus on the identity of said movement, I found a CAT...and 3 babies.  I was pretty surprised, as I don't leave the garage door open very often even when I am home.  However, L has only been gone for about 4 days, and would leave one or the other open for the rest of the day once he had been out through them, and these babies are about 4 weeks old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Kitty was very friendly, obviously having belonged to someone at some point in her life.  She let me pet her and handle her babies without fuss.  There are 2 females and 1 male.  Cute little things, but not something I really wanted to find in my garage.  That Miss Puss is a smart mama is evident.  L hates cats, and had he found her and her family, they would probably be dead.  As it is, she is safe and I am now dealing with how to let her in and out to her babies since I am gone all day and the garage is sealed off to her.  This should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-691865964648180230?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/691865964648180230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=691865964648180230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/691865964648180230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/691865964648180230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-kitty-kitty-kitty-kitty.html' title='Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty (Kitty?)'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-3732623231121996781</id><published>2008-04-26T20:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:51:02.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Nice to Mess With Mother Nature!</title><content type='html'>I don't know if the storm that hit Grape Creek this evening hit Angelo or not, but WOW!  I went to church to spend some time looking at a couple of the music books there and pray for awhile.  I left there at about 7:00 pm.  I decided to stop at the little market on the other side of 87N and pick up a couple of things, spending maybe 10 minutes getting things and getting through the checkout.  It was 10 minutes too long.  That storm really hit as I got to the grade school, and just pummeled my poor car.  I was afraid to go faster than about 25-30 MPH, wishing I dared go faster, and praying I could just get into my garage without a broken windshield.  I (finally) turned into my driveway, only to slide precariously on the ice pellets which totally covered it.  Made me feel like I was back in Maryland!  I grabbed my camera and took pictures of the mess, but it was pretty dark, and I have no idea at this point if any of them show just how much hail was on the ground.  I think I will stay home for the rest of the evening, read a good book or something....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-3732623231121996781?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/3732623231121996781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=3732623231121996781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3732623231121996781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3732623231121996781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-not-nice-to-mess-with-mother-nature.html' title='It&apos;s Not Nice to Mess With Mother Nature!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-8257198082725506778</id><published>2008-04-21T06:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T06:37:15.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much New</title><content type='html'>Well,  I'm about to be a grass widow again.  L leaves sometime this week to start training for the job at Love Field.  I don't particularly like being by myself.  The first few days are ok, but after that, well...  Maybe it's because it reminds me too much of the times I sent my son to be with his dad during his growing-up years.  He was usually gone for 3 weeks at a time.  This will be quite a bit longer than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all last week working 1-9 and missing the normal things I do in the evenings--like church and Bible study.  It'll be nice to be able to attend this week.  I really miss it when I can't go.  The first part of this week I am working 9:30-6.  I much prefer those hours, even if I do usually walk into a madhouse at that time of day.  Sure makes the time fly.  Not to say that it doesn't on the other shift, but in reality, it is 1-close, because we can't leave until all the patients leave, and they can't leave until the Drs. come and dismiss them.  We didn't do too bad last week, considering.  The latest we closed was about 9:45, and we did get out at 6:45 one evening (a rarity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church sponsored a wildflower/picnic trip on Saturday and I got to go on that.  We didn't see very many wildflowers, but the walking tour of Ft McKavitt was interesting.  I enjoy seeing historical places, and this one is actually pretty well preserved.  Sure am glad, though, that I was just visiting, and it is 2008, rather than having to live there in those conditions.  I have experienced a few of those things as a child (like the "little shack out back" and "chamber pots") and have no desire to revisit them other than the way we did this weekend.  It was a beautiful day, sunny and breezy, but not too hot.  It began to be a little more than breezy during our lunch, making us have to hang onto our plates and anything else that didn't have substantial weight. and Kitten said, "God, make the wind stop!"  I agreed with her and so did doonecookie.  A short while later, I noticed that the breeze had returned to being just that: a gentle breeze that made the day quite pleasant.  "And a little child shall lead them..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-8257198082725506778?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/8257198082725506778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=8257198082725506778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8257198082725506778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8257198082725506778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-much-new.html' title='Not Much New'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-636175681716491237</id><published>2008-04-12T20:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:44:00.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got this from my sister-in-law and thought it was cute...</title><content type='html'>&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not that I know of, but the meanings are: Janet=God/s gracious gift; Louise=battle maiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;2. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sewing, crochet, blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Not particularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Yes, one biological, one unofficially adopted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Yes, but it can get me in trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now why would I want to jump off a perfectly good tree, building, bridge, platform, etc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;10.WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Great Grains with Pecans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Yes, but not as strong as I used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Blue Belle Triple Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Their faces--smiling or frowning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;15. RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;My fear of what others think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;18. WHAT ANIMAL ARE YOU MOST LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;A cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Black pants, cream-colored sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Blue Belle Caramel Turtle Fudge ice cream (They didn't have any Triple Chocolate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The silence. No TV, no radio, computer muted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Magenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Anything cooking with garlic in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;24. WHO DID YOU LAST TALK TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;L's stepdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;25. GOLD OR SILVER?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Not a sports fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;27. HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;28. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I call them hazel, but they tend to change with the clothing I wear: gray/blue, green w/flecks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No. I can't stand to wear them. Tried them once, lasted about a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;The cheese ball that one of the girls at work makes and insists on bringing in to make us all fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Happy endings. I won't watch a horror movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;The Lake House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Summer. I don't like the short days of winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Depends on who's giving (or getting!) ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;36. FAVORITE DESSERT?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ice cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;37. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;The Total Money Makeover by Dave Ramsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;38. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;An ad for the company where I bought the computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;39. WHAT DID YOU LAST WATCH ON T.V.?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Don't have TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;40. FAVORITE SOUND?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;The pan flute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;41. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Neither. Herman's Hermits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;42. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Iceland, the British Isles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;43. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sewing, singing, used to do calligraphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;44. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Cumberland, Maryland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;45. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE AGE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;46. WHERE IS YOUR FAVORITE VACATION SPOT?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;47. WHAT BRAND CAR DO YOU DRIVE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hyundai Sonata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;48. WHAT IS YOU FAVORITE BIBLE VERSE/PASSAGE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ephesians 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;49. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE BIBLE CHARACTER?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Gideon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;50. EARLY RISER OR NIGHT OWL?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Used to be a night owl, now I've flipped and am usually up by 5:30 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-636175681716491237?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/636175681716491237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=636175681716491237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/636175681716491237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/636175681716491237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-got-this-from-my-sister-in-law-and.html' title='I got this from my sister-in-law and thought it was cute...'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-5375329000527101376</id><published>2008-04-11T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:05:58.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official...</title><content type='html'>L chose to take the job at Love Field.  He left today to go apartment-hunting.  The training is about 9 days, and then an orientation period of unknown length.  He should be back Monday or Tuesday to begin the process of gathering up the things he wants to take to Dallas with him.  Training starts on the 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I am back to handling things here by myself.  Birds, yard, house, work, plus trying to at least attempt to start sorting and planning for an eventual move.  It looks like it's gonna be a busy summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-5375329000527101376?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/5375329000527101376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=5375329000527101376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5375329000527101376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5375329000527101376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official...'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-226209909119914067</id><published>2008-04-08T20:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:05:19.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Decision Ahead</title><content type='html'>When I got home this evening, L told me that he received a phone call from the HR dept at Dallas Love Field offering him a job as a Transportation Safety Officer.  He has been in the application stages of this for several months now, and we are finally down to the wire on whether he really wants to take this job.  It is a federal position, and it will mean moving to the Dallas area at some point.  The training starts 4/28.  There is a possibility of waiting until the end of May, but I am not sure there is a job offer at the end if he waits that long.  So...we are talking, trying to weigh pros and cons.  Would really like some prayer support here, so that we don't make a wrong choice.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-226209909119914067?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/226209909119914067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=226209909119914067' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/226209909119914067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/226209909119914067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-decision-ahead.html' title='Big Decision Ahead'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-4094069370706447171</id><published>2008-04-05T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:06:11.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was mowing day...and laundry day...and kitchen cleaning day...and bird banding day...and get-ready-for-Sunday day.  Does it sound like its been a little busy?  Not really.  L did most of the mowing, I just did the trim work.  The washer did the laundry.  All I did was trade it from there to the dryer, then hang it up or fold it.  Kitchen cleaning consisted of sweeping and mopping the floor, and doing up a handful of dishes.  Bird banding was about 30 min. worth of work, tracking down the babies, checking to see if they are old enough to ship to the race on Monday and slipping a snap band on the other leg--9 babies in all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bulk of my day was spent getting ready for tomorrow (and Monday).  Finish up Sunday School class, pick songs for worship, slip off to church for a little prayer time, finish the study for CBS on Monday evening, and practice my "devotional" (just for this week) for same.  I really enjoy this aspect of Saturday.  I get to dig around in the Word for myself and for what the Lord might give me for others, and dig around in other study books when a question pops into my head.  I have a lot of "I wonder what..." questions.  They get saved for Saturday because I usually don't have time to do that much on the other days of the week.  Prepping for class also teaches me something new, and many Sundays I come to church almost as wound up as PM because of what I saw in the Word that week.  I have been surprised by how the lessons for SS and the lessons for CBS have seemed to dovetail this semester, each one feeding into the other.  So both classes get some spillover from the other one.  Kinda neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-4094069370706447171?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/4094069370706447171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=4094069370706447171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4094069370706447171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4094069370706447171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-was-mowing-day.html' title=''/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-5245492879835930764</id><published>2008-03-29T10:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:18:07.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' Fit(ter)</title><content type='html'>I went shopping the other day--in my own closet!  I found several bargains there--things that haven't fit for about 2 years.  It was such a hoot putting on something that I *knew* wouldn't fit, and finding out yes, indeed, it did (again.)  For the last 2 months I have been actively trying to shed some unwanted pounds, and to date have lost 15 of them.  This past week I went back to my walking routine, about 2 miles 3-4 times/week.  I was surprised that I didn't really get terribly stiff and sore, and was not really short-winded afterward, but rather felt really invigorated and alive.  Alternate days have been spent on upper body toning, since walking only helps the legs and lower abdomen.  I have a goal in mind: by no later than the end of the year (and hopefully well before that) I will be 50 pounds lighter, and back in my size 8's.  (I was in 14's, pushing 16's.)  According to the BMI calculators, I have to be 135 or less to be considered of normal weight at 5'1".  I haven't seen that in a very long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-5245492879835930764?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/5245492879835930764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=5245492879835930764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5245492879835930764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/5245492879835930764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/03/feelin-fitter.html' title='Feelin&apos; Fit(ter)'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-681450065843952899</id><published>2008-03-18T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:03:42.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Day</title><content type='html'>When I got home last night, L told me there was another phone call from my son.  I was to call back as soon as possible.  I called this morning at about 6AM, (about noon in Italy) and found out that my daughter-in-law has had a misscarriage.  To those at church who knew there was a possible problem and have been praying with me about it, thank you.  I ask continued prayer that their hearts will be healed by the One who gave the life in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-681450065843952899?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/681450065843952899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=681450065843952899' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/681450065843952899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/681450065843952899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/03/sad-day.html' title='A Sad Day'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-2233492345294293529</id><published>2008-03-12T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:14:20.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo-Hoo</title><content type='html'>My son called this morning just a little before I went out the door for work.  I hadn't talked to him for quite awhile because we kept missing each other on the phone.  (He lives in Italy).  He emailed me about 3 weeks ago, stating he didn't understand what was going on with his wife, that she was edgy and fussing at him alot, and he couldn't figure out why.  I just prayed for him, and tried to give him a woman's perspective on things, hoping to help.  Today, he called because he now knows the reason behind all the fussiness:  they are pregnant!  I'm gonna be a grandma (again, but the first time on my side of the family.)  She is about 5 weeks, so it will be some time before the little one arrives.  I think I am excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-2233492345294293529?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/2233492345294293529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=2233492345294293529' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2233492345294293529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2233492345294293529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/03/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo-Hoo'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-3257963145864895981</id><published>2008-03-10T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:42:33.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the other side--again</title><content type='html'>Well, today L. had his minor surgery which turned out not to be quite as minor as anticipated; and is now home, moving very slowly.  I decided to go ahead and take him as a patient when he came back to DSU, since I knew I would end up wondering and fussing over him anyway.  It was just easier to take care of him myself.  He asked me if I was going to be his nurse before he left for the holding area, then said he didn't care one way or the other when I asked if he wanted me to be.  (Code: "yes, I do.")  Everything went well, and he has a follow-up appointment in a week to check on his progress.  It was kinda weird treating him like one of my other patients, especially when it came time to discharge him, and I had to go over the paperwork with him.    When I finish out a patient's chart, the last thing I usually address is how the patient got to the vehicle and who was driving him/her home.  I wanted so bad to say, "Discharged via ambulatory to pov driven by me."  I didn't, I was a good girl and stayed professional.  PM and Doonecookie stopped by to see him, but he hadn't returned from the recovery room yet.  Thanks, both of you, for checking on us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-3257963145864895981?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/3257963145864895981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=3257963145864895981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3257963145864895981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3257963145864895981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-other-side-again.html' title='On the other side--again'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-1639376607949334296</id><published>2008-03-05T22:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:09:35.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again!</title><content type='html'>L had a Dr.'s appointment today, and came home with the news that he is next in line for a surgical procedure...to be done on Monday...the day I go back to work.  Now this presents an interesting possibility.  I could conceivably end up being his nurse.  I think I will request that that not be an option, just because it isn't really safe to try to nurse your own family member, unless you have the title, "Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world gets a little whacky sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-1639376607949334296?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/1639376607949334296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=1639376607949334296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/1639376607949334296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/1639376607949334296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-4801095480884125812</id><published>2008-03-05T09:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:00:38.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Clear</title><content type='html'>I got the "official" call from the Dr. office yesterday afternoon:  no pathology noted.  Praise God!  I had an assurance from the Lord that all was well, but it is also nice to hear it from the human source.  Now, if I could just get over the anesthesia hangover...Yesterday was not fun, just because I felt so dragged out.  I slept nearly 12 hours yesterday evening into last night, waking at my usual 0530 after finally giving up and going to "lay down for a little while" around 6PM.  I'm not as metally foggy, but my body still wants to know where that Mac Truck is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-4801095480884125812?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/4801095480884125812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=4801095480884125812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4801095480884125812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4801095480884125812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-clear.html' title='All Clear'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-4501174540255332563</id><published>2008-03-03T16:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:49:06.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the other side</title><content type='html'>Things went well today during my surgical procedure.  I still don't have lab results, but the Dr. said she thought everything was pretty well normal.  I am still a little fuzzy around the edges, but there is essentially no pain, just some twinges here and there.  I'm praising the Lord for that and for the ease and expertise of all involved in my care.  I really do work with a great group of nurses, and I have had the VIP treatment today.  After they covered my hair with that cute blue bonnett, people didn't recognize me.  You shoud have seen the double-takes when the face, sans white ring, registered.  It was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few of the nurses who occasionally read this blog, and I want to say publicly that I would return to any of the areas I visited today--Holding;  Darla, you're great; Mary, thanks for making me feel at ease;  Dr. McClelland, it was fun watching you realize that I work in DSU.  PACU--Sharleta and Jenni, your care was wonderful, and it was fun getting to visit with you while I recovered.  I &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;I remember most of the conversation!  DSU--I know from working with you that you are a great team of nurses.  Now I know it from the patient side as well.  Thank you to Connie, Estella, Doretha, Ellen and Anita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I considered returning to work tomorrow (Tuesday,) but the Dr. kind of nixed that, so I am off until next Monday.  Think I'll go lay down for awhile,  I feel like I'm in slow motion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-4501174540255332563?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/4501174540255332563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=4501174540255332563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4501174540255332563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4501174540255332563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-other-side.html' title='On the other side'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-1055306348511840120</id><published>2008-02-29T20:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:28:31.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes work is really grand!</title><content type='html'>I had a really cool thing happen today at work.  I picked up a patient from another nurse (not an uncommon thing to happen) and she told me that he was concerned about being able to go to church on Sunday (he'd had to go home with a catheter in place).  Of course that caught my attention right off.  I went in to introduce myself as his new nurse, who would be the one to send him very shortly.  He thanked me and asked if he would be able to get to church on Sunday because he teaches Sunday School.  We got into a conversation after I answered his question, and he asked where I went to church, so I explained that we are a new plant and the "little sister" of First Assembly of God, that I am pentecostal.  He looked at me for a minute, then said, "That means you speak in Tongues, doesn't it?"  I got a big grin on my face, and said, "Yes Sir, it does!"  He looked at me a minute more, then said, "We don't tell too many people, but we're 'Bapticostals.'"  Well, now don't you just know that just set off a whole conversation about a lot of things.  The result was that he and his wife felt that I had walked where the Lord was prompting them to walk.  I told him that the Lord doesn't make mistakes and He planned this conversation a long time ago.  Maybe I was put in place to provide some encouragement for them.  It was so good...the Lord is just too much sometimes.  I could just see Him sitting on His throne, grinning ear-to-ear as He watched three of His Kids become acquainted.  Turns out this man was one of the original leaders of the FGBMFI in San Angelo.  Ain't God good?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-1055306348511840120?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/1055306348511840120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=1055306348511840120' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/1055306348511840120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/1055306348511840120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-work-is-really-grand.html' title='Sometimes work is really grand!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-4782732204838640664</id><published>2008-02-28T20:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:33:05.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>We are again a 2 car family. L got his back today. I have to say that it is a relief to know he is not stuck at the house while I am away at work all day. I did feel bad for him. For those of you who saw me tooling around in a red Calibre for the last couple of days, my car went to Dallas with L for an appointment on Wednesday. So I got the rental. It was ok to drive, but I wouldn't buy one. (Thanks to one certain friend who offered the use of their other vehicle, but the rental was already in the works.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been studying about Israel and Judah during the kingdom period with CBS this semester, and have been looking really hard at the (way too many) parallels between them and the US. I don't think we have learned much over the last 4500-5000 years. Do we really think that we can do the sort of things that go on in this nation without inviting God's judgement? The Lord has lead me to a passage in Neh 1:5,6 (among others) as a way to pray for our country. I think we need to become more aggresive about the manner and time of prayer for repentance nationwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine at work said something this evening that kind of fits right into this thought process. She said, "I have begun to think that we are just as much slaves as the blacks were, or the Israelites were in Egypt. We are slaves to our jobs, our employers. We are not free!" To which I said a hearty, "Amen." I don't know what it will take to bring us back to better mores, but it really needs to happen. Money is a vicious god. It is neat that we have opportunity to talk about things of the Lord with each other occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend that stayed with me over part of the summer so she could work at the hospital without traveling back and forth to Big Lake every day turned in her resignation notice 2 weeks ago. Tonight was her last night. I spent a little time talking with her about the next phase in her life. She is a beautiful friend and a wonderful Christian, and I have enjoyed being able to just drop in and say hi, or visit, or pray right there in her office. I will truly miss that. I'm feeling a bit orphaned right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I get to be a patient on the unit where I work. It's just a day-surgery procedure, and I should be back to work on Tuesday. I haven't decided quite how I feel about being a patient and having the people I normally work &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; work &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; me. Should be interesting. The last time I was there was just over a year ago, and I didn't know any of them yet. That was just a screening colonoscopy. This is surgery, albeit a minor one. So any prayers the Lord might prompt you to pray would be gratefully accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I have run down for tonight. Today was a wild ride at work, and I am now coming down off the adrenaline surge that has kept me moving at full speed all day. It is time to find my bed, since I have to be back at work at 0930, ready for another round. I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; glad it's Friday! I am looking forward to Sunday, because PM is back, and I can't wait to see what kind of fire the Lord lit under him during his adventure in China. I just bet its a doozy! Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-4782732204838640664?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/4782732204838640664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=4782732204838640664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4782732204838640664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4782732204838640664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/02/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-3072990033256602505</id><published>2008-02-21T09:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:20:00.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga of the Uncooperative Car</title><content type='html'>Well, my dh found out that I am not crazy and I am not just some female who doesn't know anything about things mechanical.  He took the car (HIS car) in to get an oil change on Monday, and ended up having to have the thing towed to a service center because he couldn't get the key to turn the lock.  In his favor, I do have to note that the last one to have the vehicle running was the service tech at the oil change place.  When he got in to start it, it refused.  So he waited for me to get off work to take him home.  The wrecker driver was nice enough to drop him off at the hospital, so he was there when I was done.  Yesterday, the service center called to tell him it was indeed the switch, and they couldn't repair it here.  They have to remove it and send it back to Volvo, along with the key for repair and rekeying.  Their estimate was a 7-10 day wait.  Oh joy.  I was never really crazy about Volvo.  My estimation of their product has not improved.  This car is only 4 years old.  I'll keep my Sonata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-3072990033256602505?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/3072990033256602505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=3072990033256602505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3072990033256602505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/3072990033256602505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/02/saga-of-uncooperative-car.html' title='The Saga of the Uncooperative Car'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-8393513237223517724</id><published>2008-02-17T20:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:16:51.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is So GOOD!</title><content type='html'>I haven't written anything for awhile because it has pretty much been the same ole same ole, but tonight I had the honor and priviledge of preaching/teaching for evening service.  I was actually slated to take Wednesday the 27th, but due to the illness of the man who was to take tonight's service, we played swap.  That didn't give much time for getting things together, although I already knew what my topic was to be (that's a good thing, it let God do the talking instead of Jan.)  That was neat enough, but we had a prayer time at the end of service, and several were prayed for by the entire body (I love that!) and someone also rededicated their life to the Lord!  I'm singin', I'm shoutin' I'm dancin'!  I love it when the Lord lets me in on His miracles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L had a birthday yesterday, and we spent the day just messing around together.  He says he's quit having birthdays, and he is now officially "old."  Yeah, right.  I hope I look that good when I get to 61!  People already think I'm older than he is!  (It's the hair.)  He has me beat by 5 years!  Am I complaining?  Nah, I like my hair just like it is, and wouldn't go back to just being plain old brown.  It's kinda neat having people think I robbed the cradle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-8393513237223517724?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/8393513237223517724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=8393513237223517724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8393513237223517724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8393513237223517724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-is-so-good.html' title='God Is So GOOD!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-7550125850264335438</id><published>2008-02-04T06:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T06:37:10.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting Day</title><content type='html'>Well, January has come and gone, and with it so have chemo class, a birthday and vacation. I go back to work today. I have enjoyed having the time off. It truly was vacation. I didn't go anywhere, so I didn't have to worry about getting there, getting back and strange surroundings. My house is clean. I am nearly over the cold (or something) that hit last Sunday. It's pretty bad when your own mother doesn't recognize you on the phone. Mom said, when I told her (3 times) who I was, "My &lt;em&gt;daughter&lt;/em&gt; Jan?!?" Suffice it to say I didn't have a voice. But God is faithful, and yesterday I was allowed the privelege of leading worship at church with my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is here, and that means that spring is just around the corner. The sun is staying longer (yeah!). It was still twilight last night at 6:30, and the temp was in the upper 70's. I've gotten to where I really don't like the dark time. Residual from living in Iceland for 2 1/2 years, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I first got saved and thought about going to heaven someday where there would be no night. I thought, "How sad" because I always liked to watch the stars. They were so beautiful, thrown out like diamonds on black velvet. (I grew up way out in the country, can you tell?) But as I've gotten older, the night doesn't hold the same mystery that it did. I now find myself longing for June, and lots of daytime. I think that not having night will not be a bad thing at all. Jesus said we have no idea of the things He has in store for us there. I can't imagine no night, but I think I'm ready to find out. Ready to go forward into whatever He has in store, here and there, because it is always good--no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-7550125850264335438?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/7550125850264335438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=7550125850264335438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7550125850264335438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/7550125850264335438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/02/everlasting-day.html' title='Everlasting Day'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-2647076905666553076</id><published>2008-01-13T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:43:32.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemo Class</title><content type='html'>Well, today I found out just how much I really &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; know about nursing; or at least about oncology nursing.  After sitting for 2 8-hour days in class going over about 25-30 drugs that I can barely pronounce with actions and side-effects  that can be almost as bad as the disease they are meant to treat, I find myself treading water with my nose just barely above the water-line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess part of it is that I have been in this profession for so long, that much of the new learing I have to do is just another layer added to what I already know.  Not so with this stuff.  I am starting from ground level here.  My nurse manager (read: boss) told me that I didn't know what I didn't know, and she was certainly right.  But I did pass the final exam for the course, and am now chemo certified.  Is that a scarey thought or what?  Hopefully it won't take too long to assimilate some of it.  By the end of today I was beginning to be able to pick the right class of drug when she would say a particular trade name or generic name.  So maybe there is hope for me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that if you keep your mind active, learing new things, solving puzzles, etc.  that you fight the effects of aging, possiblility of Alzheimer's or other types of dementia.  At this rate, I should have no worries at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-2647076905666553076?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/2647076905666553076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=2647076905666553076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2647076905666553076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2647076905666553076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/01/chemo-class.html' title='Chemo Class'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-4535470176645085945</id><published>2008-01-11T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T16:14:53.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the story</title><content type='html'>L came back last night just after dark and we went to the car.  I was grateful for all the large piles of dirt sitting between the highway and the parking lot.  (They await someone to come spread them around into more parking lot.)  They were an effective camoflage.  No one could see that it was even there.  We could hardly see it even after pulling in--black car, dark, dirt.  Perfect.  He got in the car, stuck the valet key (which I finally found) in the lock, and--nothing.  I could see him fiddling around with things on the dashboard and the steering wheel, and then suddenly, the brake lights came on, then the reverse lights, and the car started to back up.  It took him about 2-3 minutes to get it unstuck and running.  There is apparently something wrong with the switch, but at least we have the vehicle home in one piece.  L plans to take it in and have it looked at in the next few days.  I don't plan on driving it anytime in the near future.  One snafu was more than enough.  I'm just grateful it happened the way it did.  I can't imagine having to deal with that at work, or a store parking lot.  God is faithful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-4535470176645085945?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/4535470176645085945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=4535470176645085945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4535470176645085945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4535470176645085945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-of-story.html' title='The end of the story'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-791936861096367343</id><published>2008-01-09T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:51:33.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you spell "frustration?"  CAR!!!</title><content type='html'>Tonight, after a really good time at the last night of our revival, I went to my (L's) car, got in, and put the key in the lock, and got absolutely nothing.  No the battery is not dead.  The key wouldn't turn past the first set of tumblers.  So, I could see, because my lights worked, I could hear, because the radio worked, but I could not GO, because my key didn't work!  After I had checked everything I could think of trying to find the problem, I called L, who is in Dallas for a job interview.  (With my car, as he was going to see about getting a small dent out of my rear door.)  (Now, &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; go jumping to conclusions!  I don't need that on top of this.)  He had no idea what to do because he's never had this problem before.  Next step, ask the guys still at church what to do.  They tried all the same things I did, plus taking the cables off the battery (once they found it--in the TRUNK!)  No luck.  I would just call in for tomorrow, but I traded with another nurse so she could go to a Dr.'s appt in the morning, so that puts everyone in a crimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Preacher Man, bless his heart, has loaned me his car for the day so I can get to work.  L will be home sometime tomorrow evening, and I asked him to check with the dealership there since we have no dealership with this particular flavor of auto in out little town.  Hopefully they can come up with some kind of solution to this very perplexing problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it wouldn't be quite so aggravating if I had some idea why it decided to lock itself down.  But all I did was park, remove the key, lock the door and go to church.  There we go!   That's what did it!  I was at church!  Silly me, did I really think I was going to get through an entire revival where we did a little stomping on Satan's head and not have a retaliatory punch?  That's ok, I know Who wins the war.  More on this saga later.  I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-791936861096367343?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/791936861096367343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=791936861096367343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/791936861096367343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/791936861096367343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-do-you-spell-frustration-car.html' title='How do you spell &quot;frustration?&quot;  CAR!!!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-4303129564329279827</id><published>2008-01-01T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T08:41:18.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, Fresh Slate</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful time last night at our Watchnight Service.  It has been a number of years since I have been to one of those.  We talked, we ate, we sang, we prayed, the kids played board games, and we saw the New Year in with Communion.  I'm still riding on the "Ahhhh" factor.  You know, that sense of being fully satisfied by the presence of the Lord, and the company of folks who, for all intents and purposes are family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to confess that for me the holidays are a bit anticlimactic.  All the rush and craziness distill down into a few hours of expectation, and then it's gone.  I don't get really excited about either of them anymore.  Not being bah, humbug, just not into all the high-energy stuff, either.  I have begun looking past all the hype to the true Reason for the season, and viewing New Year's as a time of reflection on what has transpired and with a certain longing for what will be in the coming year.  Kind of a "pulling toward" what lies ahead.  I think of Paul's statement of pressing on toward the high calling of Christ.  I want to meet it moving forward, rather than have it come to find me.  This way, every day is "New Year's Day," because every day has never happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that each of you has a wonderful day, followed by another wonderful day, and another, and another...the string of moments that when viewed as a whole represent a lifetime.  Whether the day soars or hurts, the fact that we LIVE and BREATHE is a wondrous thing, especially when we stop to remember that Jesus holds us in the palm of His hand and when we are there, nothing else really matters.  HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-4303129564329279827?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/4303129564329279827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=4303129564329279827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4303129564329279827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/4303129564329279827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-fresh-slate.html' title='New Year, Fresh Slate'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-9035998760511191273</id><published>2007-12-06T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:54:15.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I'll be tagged!</title><content type='html'>I was reading kablot's Christmas list and thinking how I would answer the questions and lo and behold, when I got to the bottom, there was my name! So, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Paper wrapping or gift bags.&lt;br /&gt;A combination. I wrap the gifts for family because they all have to be sent somewhere else, and bags don't fare too well that way. I use bags for party jingle gifts and things I get for friends here, because I see so many really pretty ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or artificial.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child we always had real ones because we lived on a farm and just went up on the hill behind the house and found one. There is really nothing like the smell of a real tree. But now, it is artificial; gets put back in its box every year. The "real Christmas tree" spray ain't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put the tree up?&lt;br /&gt;We always put it up on Christmas Eve as I was growing up. When my son was young, we would put it up on Dec 1. I haven't put up a tree in several years now; not since he moved out.  We talk about it every year, but never seem to find the time to actually do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down?&lt;br /&gt;Because we used a real tree, it usually was gone by the middle of January. My birthday is the 17th, and I don't ever remember a tree being in the house for my party. During my son's growing up years, we took it down on January 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah boy! Best tastin' stuff I can think of! Especially when you make your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received.&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, L got me a pair of rhodalite (purple) garnet earrings that he chose without my being with him. I was here, he was still in Ohio. It told me he put a lot of thought into the selection, because he knows I like silver or white gold and really like my birthstone. The purple of this pair is similar to an amythyst. I still wear them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;br /&gt;No, I have never had one; either indoor or outdoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hardest person to buy for?&lt;br /&gt;That would have to be multiplied by 5. The quints' birthday is Dec 12, and trying to buy for both celebrations for that many in one family presents a real challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Easiest person to buy for?&lt;br /&gt;L. Buy anything having to do with birds (even a bird, I did that one year); or clothing. He loves shirts, sweaters, ties (yep, ties.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Worst gift I have received.&lt;br /&gt;One year, my ex husband got me a neclace and earring set in an orangish stone. He really was trying to be nice to me, but I don't wear anything orange. I think I wore it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite ornament&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 sets of tiered glass bells that are sort of like chimes. When the tree moves, they tinkle and sparkle, and they pick up the reflection of the tree lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas movie&lt;br /&gt;Has to be "It's a Wonderful Life." I can watch that one over and over again. Reminds me that one person not only can, but does make a difference in the world, so often not even realizing the impact he or she is having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start Christmas shopping?&lt;br /&gt;Usually right after Thanksgiving (NOT Black Friday) because of the quints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas gift?&lt;br /&gt;Once or twice when a gift I have gotten as a party jingle ended up being nice, but not what I would use myself. If I think it fits someone I am buying for, I will regift it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favorite Christmas food?&lt;br /&gt;Eggnog! And homemade stuffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Clear lights or colored?&lt;br /&gt;Colored, and the more the better! Clear is nice too, but I really prefer the colored ones, and no twinking. I have had as many as 1100 lights on a 7 1/2 foot tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song&lt;br /&gt;O Holy Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Traveling or staying home?&lt;br /&gt;Traveling. Most of L's family now live in and around the Metroplex, so we go there for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't say I didn't cheat, since I read Kablot's post, but I won't look back and give it a go: Prancer, Dancer, Donder Blitzen, Rudolph...nope. And I can even hear Burl Ives singing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel or star on the top of the tree?&lt;br /&gt;A star. We have always had a star on the top of the tree. Some have been lighted, some have not. I like lights, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When do you open the gifts?&lt;br /&gt;One on Christmas Eve, and the rest on Christmas morning. Mom and Dad would not let us open anything until Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Most anoying thing about the Christmas season&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas music that (now) starts before Halloween! By the time Christmas actually arrives, I am sick to death of hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Does Santa always wrap the gifts?&lt;br /&gt;Not always. Depends on the size of the gift. I got a bicycle for my 8th Christmas/9th birthday--it wasn't wrapped, just had a great big bow on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Did you ever leave cookies for Santa?&lt;br /&gt;No, we lived so far out in the country that Santa didn't have time to stay and eat. Actually, "Santa" would only leave one gift for each of us. The rest were from mom, dad, grandparents, etc. We usually got clothes, shoes, fruit, etc. Not much in the way of toys. We needed the other things too badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your favorite Christmas memory?&lt;br /&gt;Watching my son help "decorate" the tree when he was little. His dad is 6' 4", and he would put Aaron on his shoulders and let him put the ornaments on the upper branches and help place the star. Then he would throw tinsle at the tree. Some of it actually stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I tag marme and rhondiemarie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-9035998760511191273?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/9035998760511191273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=9035998760511191273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/9035998760511191273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/9035998760511191273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-ill-be-tagged.html' title='Well, I&apos;ll be tagged!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-2643958189224939380</id><published>2007-11-26T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:26:46.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Day, Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving Day was quiet at my house. For me, it was truly a day of thanksgiving. L is home. He has been pleasant, congenial. He cooked the turkey. We talked on and off all day about birds, Dallas, Arizona. Good talking. I had time to read and pray. I had opportunity to experience the freedom of forgiveness. Giving L that freedom also returns it to me. I learned several years ago the power of forgiveness for my own life as well as the life of the one "let off the hook" so to speak. Sometimes, walking in what I know can be a challenge, but God is faithful to help when I call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday, we decided at around 11:15 that we could go see family in the Dallas area since I didn't have to work after all, and we scurried around and were out the door and on the road by 12:30. Now that's some moving on! It was a good visit with family, and we took some time to look around the area. L is pretty familiar with the northern sections of the Dallas metro area, so it was pretty easy to see some of the shopping districts, etc. We came back home on Sunday, tired but content. It was one of the better holidays I've spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-2643958189224939380?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/2643958189224939380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=2643958189224939380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2643958189224939380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/2643958189224939380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2007/11/quiet-day-busy-weekend.html' title='Quiet Day, Busy Weekend'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-8865549300129631330</id><published>2007-11-21T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T20:26:39.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Blessings!</title><content type='html'>I pray you all have a wonderful Jesus-filled day tomorrow.  It really is my favorite holiday because it is celebrated specifically to thank the Lord for His grace, goodness and bounty.  It gets glossed over so easily because it is hard to commercialize it like we've done to Christmas.   The nurses on DSU got an extra blessing today.  Most of us were scheduled to work on Friday, but since most of the doctors offices will be closed over the whole holiday weekend, we will be also.  That translates into a 4 day weekend.  I don't have to go back to work till Monday morning.  We're keeping things simple this year, just the bird and potato and veggies and of course, pumpkin pie.  I'm looking forward to some down-time.  And you &lt;em&gt;won't&lt;/em&gt; find me out on Black Friday at any point in the day fighting the shopping crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-8865549300129631330?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/8865549300129631330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=8865549300129631330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8865549300129631330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8865549300129631330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-blessings.html' title='Thanksgiving Blessings!'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-8136767430417652464</id><published>2007-11-16T05:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T07:36:07.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those Interested</title><content type='html'>Grandma's Homemade Rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 c hot water&lt;br /&gt;pinch salt (1/2 tsp)                                                &lt;br /&gt;1 small cake yeast or 1 pkg dry yeast&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c warm water (mix warm water and yeast together)&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;5 c flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hot water add salt, sugar, butter. To warm water add yeast. Combine after yeast is melted. Add water to flour, mix with fork (can add flour or water to get right consistency.) Let stand 5 min. Knead (the more it is worked, the more air is incorporated, making lighter bread.) Grease bottom of a large bowl with butter or grease. Let mix raise for 20 min, work down. Let stand 30 min. Grease shallow baking pan with butter, form rolls (pinch off a piece of dough about the size of 1/2 a tennis ball, form into a roll by placing thumb in the center of the dough and pulling the dough around thumb several times until dough is smooth everwhere but where your thumb has been, close this spot by pinching the edges against each other and placing the dough in the pan with the spot as the bottom.) Coat tops with butter, let rise to top of pan. (approx. double original size or more.) Bake for 30 min, until tops are golden to dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oven temp 375, can preheat to 400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy them. They are one of my favorite foods from childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-8136767430417652464?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/8136767430417652464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=8136767430417652464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8136767430417652464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8136767430417652464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-those-interested.html' title='For Those Interested'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-6023854625163107122</id><published>2007-11-14T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:39:52.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Banker's Hours (?)</title><content type='html'>I have spent the last 3 days working 1-9pm, or more aptly named, 1-close.  Day Surgery officially closes it's doors at 9pm, but often there are still patients remaining at that time.  So on Monday night, I didn't clock out until 11:50 and Tuesday night it was 10:55.  I am scheduled to work at 8:30am on Thursday and Friday, and have been praying all day that tonight would not be another late night.  So, our last patient went to surgery at 6:35 (really late), but was scheduled for a pacemaker insertion and was to be admitted to the medical floor afterward.  When we found that out, we packed our bags as fast as we could, locked the doors and ran!  Our only other patient had been gone about an hour.  We didn't hang around long enough to let anyone call and say, "oh, by the way...".  So, the Lord heard my plea and is allowing me to have a full night's sleep.  He is so good!  This is not a shift I would want on a full-time basis.  I never have cared much for evening shift because you have to miss so much of what goes on in the family and community.  I really like my 9:30-6 or 10:30-7 shifts.  I can still attend church, etc. even if I have to be a few minutes late.  Someone said it sounds like banker's hours.  Don't know about that, but I do like the not-so-early morning and the not-so-late night.  Lets me have time to spend with the Lord in the morning, and a couple of hours in the evening to unwind.   The nurse who normally works the 1-9 shift is out right now recovering from knee surgery.  I'll be glad when she gets back, but not just because we will be back to full staff; she's also my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-6023854625163107122?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/6023854625163107122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=6023854625163107122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/6023854625163107122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/6023854625163107122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2007/11/bankers-hours.html' title='Banker&apos;s Hours (?)'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-8525496950471821102</id><published>2007-11-06T19:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:30:33.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Much Better Day</title><content type='html'>Well, today was busy, but nothing like yesterday.  I can do without any more days like that.  And to top it off, L fixed my lack of computer sound while I was at work.  I am sitting here listening to Albert Svenddal play "As the Deer" on the steel guitar in surround-sound while I type this.  I know:  "HUH?!"  But I gotta tell you, it sounds really good.  I am a long-time guitar (regular acoustic) fan, and the steel, when played well, gives me that same sit-back-and-soak-it-in feeling.  Albert plays really well.  Such a nice welcome home.  I could hear it as soon as I walked in from the garage, and knew, "that ain't computer speakers!"  See y'all later.  I'm gonna soak awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8182178189038086752-8525496950471821102?l=jansplace52.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/feeds/8525496950471821102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8182178189038086752&amp;postID=8525496950471821102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8525496950471821102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8182178189038086752/posts/default/8525496950471821102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jansplace52.blogspot.com/2007/11/much-better-day.html' title='A Much Better Day'/><author><name>chronicler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07568786647539337821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8182178189038086752.post-3367160569699303344</id><published>2007-11-05T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:56:46.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How you do not want your day to go</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the day isn't over yet!  How you do NOT want your day to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Arrive at work at 9:30.  At 9:40, have someone call a code 99 (cardiac arrest) on YOUR unit!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Find out that all your heart catheterization patients that have already been waiting a couple of hours for their turn will be waiting until around lunchtime because the computer module in the cath lab is on the fritz.  That means that all of them will be with you ALL DAY LONG!&lt;br /&gt;3.  Have an emergency case go to the OR, pre-empting all the scheduled cases and putting them hours behind, so that you are just getting the first of the surgical patients back when they should be just about ready to go home.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Have a patient returned to your unit, with dismissal orders filled out; then finding out from an angry Dr. that this patient is NOT going home today, and what is she doing on YOUR unit anyway? (Because he filled out the wrong set of orders?  Yeah, that would be why.)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Be scrambling and running trying to get said patient comfortable, so when it is time to go home,  not a scrap of charting has been done.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Stay an extra two hours getting caught up, thus missing a (by now very much needed) Bible study.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Coming home and trying to post all this mess, and hitting "enter" after you type in the title, thus posting a nothing note.  (That's why the first comment about the day not being over yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am home now, and feeling much better.  I surely hope tomorrow is a better day.  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