When the other religious groups come to visit your house do you open your door at let them speak their peace? Or do you not answer the door? Or do you angrily say, "Don't bother me?"
I usually don't answer the door unless I know who is knocking. I'll peer out the window and just let them knock. Sometimes I think our church (or churches, depending where you go), should develop a window sticker. Affix it to your door outside or house and have it say, "I am a proud member of such and such church." Would this stop other religions from stopping by and giving you their church literature?
I would like to think it would.
Take for instance, some Catholic families have the Mother Mary statues in their yard. I wonder if the JH or other groups would stop by trying to convince them to convert to their religion?
I would hope not. Just wondering...
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Church Camp
"S" went to church camp today for three days. She has been to Girl Scout camp before and wasn't too impressed with that. I am thinking she will like this one much better.
I can remember my experiences with Girl Scout camp vs. a Church camp. When I went to Girl Scout camp I was around 10ish. I never liked the food at Girl Scout Camp and I didn't like it there in general. I can remember being very homesick and would often think of ways to hitchhike home. Scout Camp was only 15 miles away or so from my town and it just wasn't fun. I even remember the letters that I wrote to my parents, "Your homesick girl." I hated camp. Anyway, I didn't like that one.
Then I was a little older when I went to Church Camp (around 14). It was much further away from home. The food was much better there! I can remember a little bit about it. I still was homesick but I was just getting over being homesick when I was told my grandfather had passed away. I was given the choice to stay at camp or go to the funeral. I chose the funeral. It was a good choice, as I got to see my cousins and family.
I returned to Church Camp when I was 21 the next time. I became a camp counselor and enjoyed the experience a lot. I hung out with the other counselors and talked with them, even though most of them were older than me. So the next year after that I was a camp counselor with about the same people. We had more people my age who were counselors and we played a round of volleyball (which I hate!) but it was fun then and we had a camp dance.
I often wonder whatever happened to those counselors whom I got to know. One is still a pastor but he moved to California; another counselor lives in W town; one was a lawyer he was single and I'm not sure where he is; and another one died a few years back, he had an epileptic seizure.
Getting back to "S" and Church Camp, I'm sure she'll enjoy her time there. Who knows, maybe she will want to be a counselor when she's older. One of those "seed planting moments."
I can remember my experiences with Girl Scout camp vs. a Church camp. When I went to Girl Scout camp I was around 10ish. I never liked the food at Girl Scout Camp and I didn't like it there in general. I can remember being very homesick and would often think of ways to hitchhike home. Scout Camp was only 15 miles away or so from my town and it just wasn't fun. I even remember the letters that I wrote to my parents, "Your homesick girl." I hated camp. Anyway, I didn't like that one.
Then I was a little older when I went to Church Camp (around 14). It was much further away from home. The food was much better there! I can remember a little bit about it. I still was homesick but I was just getting over being homesick when I was told my grandfather had passed away. I was given the choice to stay at camp or go to the funeral. I chose the funeral. It was a good choice, as I got to see my cousins and family.
I returned to Church Camp when I was 21 the next time. I became a camp counselor and enjoyed the experience a lot. I hung out with the other counselors and talked with them, even though most of them were older than me. So the next year after that I was a camp counselor with about the same people. We had more people my age who were counselors and we played a round of volleyball (which I hate!) but it was fun then and we had a camp dance.
I often wonder whatever happened to those counselors whom I got to know. One is still a pastor but he moved to California; another counselor lives in W town; one was a lawyer he was single and I'm not sure where he is; and another one died a few years back, he had an epileptic seizure.
Getting back to "S" and Church Camp, I'm sure she'll enjoy her time there. Who knows, maybe she will want to be a counselor when she's older. One of those "seed planting moments."
Monday, May 28, 2007
Updates....
I finally had L look at my Dead Dirt Devil Vac today. He turned it on and I pointed out the frayed cord and he felt like he could fix it. Then, he turned it on and noticed there was no sucking action. He turned it over and found a crack hose, so the air was going out the other way. Then he found the front of it and said that it was cracked too. He said, "Yep, we need a new one." Then he took it outside throwing it in the junk pile. You could hear the plastic cracking even further!
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I found out why he's not wanting a barbecue. He's not sure how much we would use it. I think we would use it a lot more than that traditional charcoal barbecue thing. At least more than 4 times during the year. I'll be working on him in the next few weeks....after we find that vac.
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I think things just naturally wear out. The Dirt Devil was about 9 years old, we gave it plenty of use. We also have a fridge and a dishwasher that's near 11 years old!! I look at the dishwasher and wonder when that will give out because of the hard water. We owned another fridge that didn't even last 10 years.
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Which appliance do we need more/use more? Life is full of priorities.
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I found out why he's not wanting a barbecue. He's not sure how much we would use it. I think we would use it a lot more than that traditional charcoal barbecue thing. At least more than 4 times during the year. I'll be working on him in the next few weeks....after we find that vac.
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I think things just naturally wear out. The Dirt Devil was about 9 years old, we gave it plenty of use. We also have a fridge and a dishwasher that's near 11 years old!! I look at the dishwasher and wonder when that will give out because of the hard water. We owned another fridge that didn't even last 10 years.
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Which appliance do we need more/use more? Life is full of priorities.
Memorial Day
I remember when my family "celebrated" Memorial Day when I was growing up. Usually my dad would work (get extra for overtime) and my mom and I would drive up north about 70 miles from the H town to see my grandmother.
We would sit in her little house and I would always look around. This was the house that my mom grew up in. I can even remember how it looked.
My grandmother had a fridge, an old fashioned gas stove and a little metal pantry. It was a small, poor little house. But she had the most beautiful flowers out doors....peonies. Purple, pink, and white peonies. And they smelled soooo good.
So before we came to her house my grandmother would cut the peonies out of her yard and have a bucket of water for the flowers and another bucket. We would place the buckets in our car and drive out to the cemetery.
We would place flowers out on my grandfather's grave, my great grandparents graves, my great uncle's inlaws graves, and other people whom my grandmother knew. I would look at when they were born and died. I always wondered what these people were like as I never knew them. There were a lot of graves in this little town cemetery.
Later on we used to celebrate Memorial Day at my dad's hometown which was 80 miles to the east of the H town. We would get together with cousins and have a meal together. It was always so much fun. I didn't have anyone my age to talk with so I sat and talked with the adults. I look back on those times and wished I would have asked more questions about the family history. We would go out to the grave sights and find my relatives.
So when I think of memorial day, I think of the ways my family celebrated. When I smell peonies I think of my grandmother; when I see tall sunflowers growing, I think of my dad.
Our family has new traditions during memorial day, the 4th of July and Labor Day. We usually fry hamburgers and eat outside (weather permitting), batting the flies away, and the dog sits next to us waiting to get a morsel to eat. It's a nice quiet celebration. But we are with family....and that's what it is all about....family. :)
We would sit in her little house and I would always look around. This was the house that my mom grew up in. I can even remember how it looked.
My grandmother had a fridge, an old fashioned gas stove and a little metal pantry. It was a small, poor little house. But she had the most beautiful flowers out doors....peonies. Purple, pink, and white peonies. And they smelled soooo good.
So before we came to her house my grandmother would cut the peonies out of her yard and have a bucket of water for the flowers and another bucket. We would place the buckets in our car and drive out to the cemetery.
We would place flowers out on my grandfather's grave, my great grandparents graves, my great uncle's inlaws graves, and other people whom my grandmother knew. I would look at when they were born and died. I always wondered what these people were like as I never knew them. There were a lot of graves in this little town cemetery.
Later on we used to celebrate Memorial Day at my dad's hometown which was 80 miles to the east of the H town. We would get together with cousins and have a meal together. It was always so much fun. I didn't have anyone my age to talk with so I sat and talked with the adults. I look back on those times and wished I would have asked more questions about the family history. We would go out to the grave sights and find my relatives.
So when I think of memorial day, I think of the ways my family celebrated. When I smell peonies I think of my grandmother; when I see tall sunflowers growing, I think of my dad.
Our family has new traditions during memorial day, the 4th of July and Labor Day. We usually fry hamburgers and eat outside (weather permitting), batting the flies away, and the dog sits next to us waiting to get a morsel to eat. It's a nice quiet celebration. But we are with family....and that's what it is all about....family. :)
Sunday, May 27, 2007
I'm Dreaming of a....
Barbecue!! A propane Barbecue grill! MMMMMM!!! Smell that meat as it sizzles on the grill! mmmm!!! My mouth is watering just thinking about it!
Barbecued pork chops, chicken, halibut, or hamburgers. I can smell these things only in my mind. My brother "G" has a propane barbecue grill at his place and when we went to the great northwest last year on vacation, he would ALWAYS use the grill. He just loves doing that about every Sunday or whenever he had family over. He would have pop, water, and some other liquids chilling in an ice chest. We all would sit out with our drinks in hand, talking, watching the kids play with the dog (my kids and his grandchildren). It was peaceful. Then after he was done barbecuing we would go into the dining room and talk. I wish that we lived closer to them.
I am working on L to get a barbecue. Yesterday I found a barbecue flyer at Target and placed it on his dashboard in the car, just before we took off. Hint, hint!! He looks at it and smiles. He knows how much I want one.
I bought him a charcoal grill, years ago, when we were first married. We used this a little bit but it took FOREVER to cook with. So we used it sparingly until 4 or 5 years ago, then we completely stopped using it! Now it just sits next to the garage, ready to be tossed out, or it's a home for spiders and dirt.
I think L is wanting a propane barbecue and he's hoping G will come and cook for us. Dream on!
I'm hoping we will get our barbecue at least by Father's Day, if not then, by the 4th of July, or even Labor Day...I'm not picky. I just get jealous smelling all of my neighbors barbecues at night!
Sigh!
Barbecued pork chops, chicken, halibut, or hamburgers. I can smell these things only in my mind. My brother "G" has a propane barbecue grill at his place and when we went to the great northwest last year on vacation, he would ALWAYS use the grill. He just loves doing that about every Sunday or whenever he had family over. He would have pop, water, and some other liquids chilling in an ice chest. We all would sit out with our drinks in hand, talking, watching the kids play with the dog (my kids and his grandchildren). It was peaceful. Then after he was done barbecuing we would go into the dining room and talk. I wish that we lived closer to them.
I am working on L to get a barbecue. Yesterday I found a barbecue flyer at Target and placed it on his dashboard in the car, just before we took off. Hint, hint!! He looks at it and smiles. He knows how much I want one.
I bought him a charcoal grill, years ago, when we were first married. We used this a little bit but it took FOREVER to cook with. So we used it sparingly until 4 or 5 years ago, then we completely stopped using it! Now it just sits next to the garage, ready to be tossed out, or it's a home for spiders and dirt.
I think L is wanting a propane barbecue and he's hoping G will come and cook for us. Dream on!
I'm hoping we will get our barbecue at least by Father's Day, if not then, by the 4th of July, or even Labor Day...I'm not picky. I just get jealous smelling all of my neighbors barbecues at night!
Sigh!
Saturday, May 26, 2007
A Visit to the Doctor
We went to W town for a doctor's visit for J. We got in quite quickly as we were late getting there. So our doctor noticed that J had grew since the last time he saw him (he was only 6 the last time). We showed him the papers that the school gave us and he asked J to pronounce some words.
Doctor: Say "rat."
J: "RRRrat." (rolling his r's just as his speech teacher had told him)
Me: Oh, come on! You don't even do that right in the classroom.
Doctor: Okay, say "world."
J: "were ld."
Then the doctor would ask J some questions, in which J says, "Uh huh, or uh huh."
We said that the teachers said he didn't have any inflection in his voice.
Doctor: Okay, say I really didn't want to come to the doctor's office today."
J: I really (think Elmer Fudd here) didn't want to come to the doctor's office today." (with inflection then)
Doctor: It sound like he has inflection to me.
L: Well, yeah, but he doesn't do that all the time, you're putting him on the spot."
Then the doctor asked J a question and J answered "Not wellry" (again an Elmer Fudd pronunciation) of really.
The doctor asked him twice what he said as HE couldn't understand him.
Needless, to say the doctor referred us to a specialist. Plus he needs to work on his words and he wondered if we could find a speech teacher to work with him over the summer. (I thought of someone but I'm sure she would charge a lot).
It would be wonderful if by August J wouldn't have his speech problems and he could be easy to understand.
I do believe in miracles!
Doctor: Say "rat."
J: "RRRrat." (rolling his r's just as his speech teacher had told him)
Me: Oh, come on! You don't even do that right in the classroom.
Doctor: Okay, say "world."
J: "were ld."
Then the doctor would ask J some questions, in which J says, "Uh huh, or uh huh."
We said that the teachers said he didn't have any inflection in his voice.
Doctor: Okay, say I really didn't want to come to the doctor's office today."
J: I really (think Elmer Fudd here) didn't want to come to the doctor's office today." (with inflection then)
Doctor: It sound like he has inflection to me.
L: Well, yeah, but he doesn't do that all the time, you're putting him on the spot."
Then the doctor asked J a question and J answered "Not wellry" (again an Elmer Fudd pronunciation) of really.
The doctor asked him twice what he said as HE couldn't understand him.
Needless, to say the doctor referred us to a specialist. Plus he needs to work on his words and he wondered if we could find a speech teacher to work with him over the summer. (I thought of someone but I'm sure she would charge a lot).
It would be wonderful if by August J wouldn't have his speech problems and he could be easy to understand.
I do believe in miracles!
Friday, May 25, 2007
One more year for Brandon Rush!
I was in the W town when S called with the news. Brandon Rush, of KU, decided to pull out of the NBA draft and stay one more year at KU.
WOW! That's terrific! I am glad that he's staying at least one more year. I think because his draft numbers were so low is because he is staying. Maybe next year he will be NBA ready. But, we all have to be prepared that he will probably leave in his senior year. Although, S thinks he should stay through his senior year. I doubt that will happen.
This should be great news to have Brandon back. He will eventually be our team leader for the Hawks. I'm looking forward to October and seeing "Late Night in the Phog." Hopefully we will be at Allen Fieldhouse to see it!! I can already hear S begging us!
WOW! That's terrific! I am glad that he's staying at least one more year. I think because his draft numbers were so low is because he is staying. Maybe next year he will be NBA ready. But, we all have to be prepared that he will probably leave in his senior year. Although, S thinks he should stay through his senior year. I doubt that will happen.
This should be great news to have Brandon back. He will eventually be our team leader for the Hawks. I'm looking forward to October and seeing "Late Night in the Phog." Hopefully we will be at Allen Fieldhouse to see it!! I can already hear S begging us!
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