The Biggest Typo Of My Life

typographical error

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an error in printed or typewritten matter resulting from striking the improper key of a keyboard, from mechanical failure, or the like.

 

 

That is what happened to me today. I was talking with friends on a Facebook thread about the oddity of a possible VH1 Remember The Teens Decade Special. My last reply was long and, ironically, I re-wrote it several times to make sure it said what I wanted it to say. Well...it didn't. Pretty much I ended up announcing to the vast realm of Facebook that Joe and I were pregnant. Which is not true. Agh...this has been a long day.

  

The Grunion are Running

Crazy things are happening in Monterey!

Every night Joe and I look out the window and see the squid fishermen on the bay. I tried to find a picture to post but nothing that did the sight justice. They fish at night and shine lights into the water (this is all hearsay so don't quote me) to catch the squid. Imagine stars on the water...it's like that. Each night we open the blinds there are a few more added to their number.

Today at our youth leader meeting we spent an hour talking about one of our leader's job. He works in a prison and told us all kinds of stories about what an inmate's life is like. I am laughing as I write this...but I caution you: the following material is of a graphic nature.

 There is a heavy population of a particular gang in this prison. Somehow the gang continually smuggled contraband into the prison without the guards' knowledge. Can you guess how they were doing it? Yep...they were smuggling things up there bums!

Apparently the way it works is someone in prison calls a buddy on the outside with a grocery list. A low-ranking gang member will then be the mule and get the items in by being arrested for...say...public drunkenness (I'd want to be drunk too if that was my job).  Once he is on the inside the items are...delivered.

These 'items' are a variety of things, I'm sure. What I'm wondering is how are they not ashamed of using, smoking, ingesting things that were once up someone's butt? Our friend says that he once smelled marijuana around some prisoners. "Are you smoking butt-weed," he asked them. So shameful!

On the home front I am itching to get my sewing machine from my parents' house this summer. There is so much sewing to be done in this house! Not to mention all the sewing that needs done for the Egypt themed Vacation Bible School this summer!

 Alright y'all - Office time!










 

Tyler - He's our baby.

Two weeks ago I took Tyler to the dog park while Joe practiced his drums. I usually meet really nice people at the dog park. That day I sat on the bench with the other "parents" talking about how old our dogs are, if they know how to raise their legs yet (Tyler tries and falls over), and what our dogs' favorite chew toys are. Another man joins our group with two beautiful Malemutes. The larger of the two is a male. "Dad" holds him close on the leash as the other dogs begin to sniff and greet.
"Is he friendly," I ask. As soon as the words leave my mouth the dog is unleashed and runs at Tyler. He snarled as he lunged at my baby! Tyler yelped so loud it sounded like a child crying. When I finally grabbed Tyler out of the reach of that horrible dog I saw blood and panicked! It wasn't as bad as I assumed but the dog bit a hole in Ty's ear!

The poor guy was so nervous around the other dogs after that so I took him to see Joe. The other owner didn't even seem to care. When I brought Joe back to speak with him he didn't even stand up from the bench and hardly apologized. 

He is doing much better now and has even been back to the dog park a few times.

Revelations

I love my family.

Psalm 39:4-7a

"Show me, O LORD, my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. You have made my days a mere hand breadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man's life is but a breath. *Selah* Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro: He bustles about, but only in vain; he heaps  up wealth, not knowing who will get it. But now, Lord, what do I look for?"

I read this passage tonight and could totally identify with David. It is sad to think that we aren't meant for a life apart from God and living here on earth is frustrating sometimes. Just as it sounds like David has lost hope in the world he says...

Psalm 39:7b-12

"My hope is in you. Save me from all my transgressions; do not make me the scorn of fools. I was silent; I would not open my mouth, for you are the one who has done this....Hear my prayer, O LORD, listen to my cry for help; be not deaf to my weeping. For I dwell with you as an alien, a stranger, as all my fathers were."

We have hope in Him. The One who created us. 

Do you ever think about what your life would look like if you didn't care about what other people thought? What about if you didn't give into or let fear influence you? What then? I'd bet it would look very different. 

Estate Sales and Tyler Baths

Saturday morning I got together with two friends for coffee. It was so refreshing from my usual Saturday routine of sleeping late, cleaning my house, and doing our laundry. On my way home from coffee I saw a sign that changed my whole weekend...

ESTATE SALE

...My friend Ashley blames her car for driving her to the mall and now I know what that is like. Before I knew it I parked in front of a shabby old house full of possibilities. Rusty tools and fishing gear were scattered around the driveway...not promising...and the garage was filled with cheap old Christmas Decorations.

The real treasures were inside the living room...tea cups, carnival glass, lace table cloths, a beautiful stained glass lamp, and tables full of jewelry. I suddenly realized how much I loved stopping at garage sales, estate sales, and antique malls. I had my eye on the carnival glass and the lamp but they were a little too pricey. Instead, I bought some jewelry and some tea cups.

After the little old lady in the garage took my money she said, "If you come back tomorrow everything will be half price."

What! After I just bought all this stuff? Now you tell me?

I went back the next day and bought the lamp.

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January was two months ago. January was the last time Joe and I gave Tyler a bath. He hasn't been to the beach or anywhere he could get too dirty but it was time.

Now he is clean and sitting happily on my chair. My house smells good again!

"I'm never washing this hand!"

Last Sunday was the Jeremy Camp concert and part of his show was a meet and greet with some fans from the front row. He impressed me so much by how he talked to all of the people and made everyone feel important, all while battling a nasty cold.

When he reached our group he gave a little girl a high-five before signing her poster. She turned to her mom, all smiles, and said,"I'm never washing my hand!"

Jeremy looked up and said, "I've have a cold, you might want to wash it for her."

The show was great and he and his band were a delight to have. The best part of the night was that I didn't have to stay until 2am vacuuming!

Drums, Girl Scout Cookies, and Rain

What has our life been all about lately?

Drums Girl Scout Cookies Rain

Three things which normally have nothing to do with each other except now.

Joe is working on buying his dream kit. I really hope this all works out for him because it would be a great deal on a custom kit we normally wouldn't be able to afford. We'll see...

I ordered ten boxes of Girl Scout cookies months ago and they finally arrived yesterday! Wooohoo!

The rain has been pouring down for days. Tyler hasn't gotten good exercise because he is afraid of the rain. I spilled my smoothie all over the place while trying to hold onto my umbrella.

All in all drums are good (when they aren't in my house), cookies are good (when they are in my house), and rain is good (when it's not in my hair). Three good things. Life is good.