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Saturday, August 30, 2003

Got to the mall tonight, which meant a visit to Majesty, the biggest Christian book and gift store around here. I could have stayed there all night browsing the shelves.....

...probably a good thing I didn't since I came home with four books as it is.

For myself, I got "Blessing Your Husband," a Focus on the Family book by Debra Evans. It looks very good and I can't wait to get started on it.

The other three I plan to use all together to lead the Wednesday night group I'm starting up for the youth on servant evangelism. They are:

"Stop Witnessing and Start Loving" by Paul Borthwick which presents the principle that if our own passion for Jesus is renewed then we can't help but see the lost with a fresh vision.

"Serving Others in Love" by Doug Fields and Brett Eastman, which is a 6-lesson study designed to challenge students to use their God-given gifts to make a real difference in the lives around them.

And lastly an inductive study of James on practical Christianity.

I am in reading/studying heaven!!!

posted by Stacy at 9:34 PM

Looking forward to the long Labor Day weekend and not getting up at 4:00am for a few days. It's raining today. A good morning to just hang with the kids and relax.

posted by Stacy at 9:16 AM

ABC's of Me

Thanks to Beth for this:

Age- 39
Best Quality- I guess that I'm a willing worker, ready to do whatever needs to be done.
Choice of Desert- Cheesecake with strawberries.
Day- Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter....I can't decide.
Expression- I don't think so, Skippy.
Favorite Food- Chinese Food
Greatest accomplishment- Raising two great kids.
Happiest Day of you life- The day I married Tim.
Internal Conflicts- Procrastinating
Job- School bus driver, youth director and domestic engineer.
Kool-aide flavor- Grape.
Love- God, Tim, Matt and Megan.
Most Valued thing I own- Our poodle, Scooby, and all my photo albums.
Number- 9
Outfit you love- I'd be happiest if I could wear sweats all the time, but since I can't.....jeans and sweaters are what I like.
Pizza toppings- Pepperoni, green peppers and mushrooms or a seafood pizza.
Quest. you want to ask the most- Where does the other sock go in the wash?
Read- Oh my! Just about anything I get my hands on. I love to read. Non-fiction, fiction, historical, suspense and my favorite....mysteries!
Sport to watch- Football. Go Steelers!
Television Show- Trading Spaces, While You Were Out, Designers' Challenge.
Under Construction- Patience.
Volcanos scarry or cool- Cool
Winter- It's okay. I like Fall.
X-rays - Some of my teeth, a few chest x-rays when I was a kid and sick a lot and a couple when I had a kidney stone and again when I had my gallbladder removed.
Yesterdays best meal- Roasted chicken, peirogies and peas.
Zodiac sign- Leo

posted by Stacy at 8:22 AM

Friday, August 29, 2003

My last post seems to have raised some concerns. Let me say that I was admittedly feeling a bit hurt by Pastor's reaction to hearing the feelings of the church's leaders and the denominational leaders. Hurt of his own, confusion, some anger.....all of that I understand, but not a personal attack on Tim.....who as an elder has tried for years to address the issues that have brought us to this place before they reached this point and has taken much emotional and spiritual abuse and yet has cared enough to keep trying.

That said, thank you all for your prayers. I understand where the concern is coming from and we are being very careful to try and be in God's will and temper everything with grace. None of us wants to see Pastor and his family hurt. It is not personal and we are trying very hard to keep it that way. In everything the leaders have done, we've tried to do what is best for everyone and to protect Pastor and his family as much as possible. The sad fact is that we feel it is God's will for him to move on and our denominational leaders agree. Pastor is a good man, but his ministry has ceased to be effective here. There is a church out there somewhere that needs his particular talents and leadership skills. He needs a church that appreciates his gifts and we need a leader who has what we need at this time. In no way, do we question his calling or gifting. He is a pastor, called by God and we respect him as such and what we do, we do with heavy hearts because we love him.

posted by Stacy at 8:00 PM

Pastor did not take the news well and has not made a decision about whether to resign or stay and fight. He and his family are going camping this weekend and he is supposed to spend some time in prayer and try to reach a conclusion. As expected, he is trying to blame the condition of the church on Tim's failure to do things. Tim knew that was coming and knows the source, but is still taking it hard. I hope that when we get another pastor, it is a strong one and one that inspires confidence. Tim needs a spiritual leader who can restore him and help him to repair the damage done to him personally over the past four years.

posted by Stacy at 5:24 AM

Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Aauurrgh! Still no word on the pastor's reaction. I am sitting on pins and needles and feeling like a vulture. Not a happy feeling at all. Praying, praying and more praying for everyone involved, that grace, love and God's will blanket all.

Back to school is not so bad. Matt and Megan seem to be adjusting pretty well and doing what they are supposed to do in the A.M. I don't know what we will do when Megan begins to get homework. She has fallen asleep after school both days, so far and has been neary impossible to rouse. The poor kid is exhausted.

The bus route is working itself out. Things have run smoothly the last two days.....other than one mother who hates the change to the route and takes it out on me......and losing time somewhere on the afternoon elementary run. I'm getting done about 30 minutes later than I should and I can't figure out why.

posted by Stacy at 1:02 PM

Monday, August 25, 2003

Survived the first morning of the first day of school with no major incidents. Actually, no minor ones either. I am tired, though. This getting up at 4:00am and staying up stinks. By nature, I am a night person.

Matt and Megan were not here when I got home, so I'm taking that to mean they got off to school on their own, okay. Now to get through this afternoon when Megan will have to stay on her own for the first time ever. It's only for an hour at the most and she is excited. Mom and Dad are nervous wrecks.

Adding to today's pressure is knowing that our pastor is meeting with the regional director and chairman of pastoral guidance at some point. His reaction to their advice to resign determines where we go from here.

posted by Stacy at 12:49 PM

Sunday, August 24, 2003

I have been planning to start having a contemporary service for the youth of our church one Sunday night a month beginning in September for a couple of months now. The idea is to give the teens an opportunity to worship their way. In the future, I hope to see it grow to include other youth and eventually reach a point where it can be opened up to anyone desiring the more contemporary worship. The hang up has been in finding someone with a musical gift to lead the praise time.

The man I first asked is interested, but not until after football season. He gets together with friends every week to watch the game.

I asked a second man a couple of weeks ago, but hadn't heard back from him. I saw him at church today and we talked about it. He is excited. He wants to do it. He belongs to a very popular, locally based Christian rock group, The Witness Protection Program. He's going to ask his bandmates to join him! I nearly fell off my chair at the news. A lot more teens than I anticipated, would come if we can announce that WPP is our praise band! If the band does this, the service would most likely be ready to move beyond just the youth very rapidly.

God, you never fail to amaze me by answering prayers in ways I never could have imagined.

posted by Stacy at 8:54 PM

Saturday, August 23, 2003

Tired. So very, very tired.

But it's a good tired. The youth group camped in our yard last night.

Good times.
Welcoming back a friend who'd been away for a long time.
Swimming. Lots of swimming. Night swimming with glow sticks.
Neighborhood-wide games of flashlight tag.
Mountain pies, smores, marshmallows, Pepsi and Dew.
No sleep. Giggles and flashlights.
Cocoa Comets, Poptarts and breakfast with Sponge Bob.

Bittersweet times.
The last official outing with the group for one girl leaving for college Tuesday.
Teens realizing the clock is ticking and their time as a group is running down.
Me realizing the clock is ticking. These kids and I joined the youth group at the same time. I feel like we've grown up in Christ together. They are my kids and I will have to soon let them all go to fly on their own.
Watching the pastor's kids, carefree and joyous, unaware of just how short their time with the group is.
Sharing the fellowship of the fire with the pastor and his wife and knowing what is coming. In spite of all, I care a great deal about these people and know that any friendship we share is about to end in their pain.

Thank you, Father, for this one last happy memory of them all together. And come what may, please help each one to remember the good things, not the bad.

posted by Stacy at 5:13 PM

Friday, August 22, 2003

Last night's meeting went very well...for the kind of meeting it was. Thank you all for your prayers.

We had a chance to express our concerns for the church to the regional director and the chairman of the pastoral guidance commission. Both agree the situation is serious and that with the pastor's attitude and personality, counseling and rigid accountability are not really viable options as he has repeatedly shown an unwillingness to work toward solution.

Bottom line? It is time for the pastor to move on. The question now, is whether he will go gracefully or dig in and try to hold on.

Most likely things are going to get much more unpleasant before they get better, but I feel nothing but relief at the moment. Relief that after 4 years of struggling with this same issue over and over, resolution is finally in sight.

posted by Stacy at 8:59 AM

Thursday, August 21, 2003

Tonight is the meeting with the regional director about the situation with our church and pastor. I've been invited to attend since I last wrote about this, so will be going as well. Please keep us in prayer.

posted by Stacy at 2:55 PM

Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Take me out to the ball game...

Tim was given 4 tickets (really good seats) to a Pittsburgh Pirates' game.

It's on a week night, which means school the next morning for the kids and a 4:00am alarm for Tim and I.

We aren't going.


posted by Stacy at 7:12 AM

Tuesday, August 19, 2003

The full Monty: Monty Python's Completely Useless Web Site.

posted by Stacy at 4:54 PM

Today was my orientation for the new school year. The school district has made a lot of policy changes that should make things run a little more smoothly....especially in the discipline department. They are getting tougher, giving less warnings and stronger penalties. That should put more weight behind the drivers.

I also got my new route. It is long, has a lot of kids, and is waaaayyyy out in the boonies. My supervisor took me out this afternoon to ride through it. I think I will like it except in the winter. There are some pretty rough roads and steep hills. Hopefully I won't be learning to snowboard in a bus.

Off to the high school stadium with Tim tonight. He has to climb some of the light standards and replace bulbs. Matt usually helps him, but has to work tonight. I will be glad when Tim gives this up. It is a long way up there and he isn't the youngster he likes to think he is.....and all the gray hair he is giving me is costing me a fortune in Miss Clairol!

posted by Stacy at 4:38 PM

Monday, August 18, 2003

The site meter is up and running, which opens a whole new realm of things to wonder about. In checking stats....just to see how the darn thing works and what all it can do.....I discovered I've had a few visitors today that found the blog via a search. Not really odd. But it turned up in searches as different as "when a girl should start shaving her legs" and "the temperature at which snow squeaks."

Nothing is weirder than real life.

posted by Stacy at 2:56 PM

Sunday, August 17, 2003

Just back from our town's beautiful community park, where we held our church service this morning, followed by the annual church picnic. Attendance was really down, which was sad to see, but otherwise it was a great day. The praise team got to "exercise their muscle" a bit more than usual and the music and worship was fantastic. The weather cooperated for a change and it was a great time of hanging out with friends afterward.

A great God, good friends and good food. What more could you ask for?

posted by Stacy at 6:37 PM

Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen grace the cover of the latest issue of Rolling Stone. They are 17, worth an estimated $150 million.....EACH, and at 18 will gain control of their fortune and marketing empire which did close to $1 billion in sales last year. All that taken into consideration and they still seem like pretty normal teens. As they point out, this has been their life since they were 9 months old and is all they've ever known. Not at all the same as someone coming into the wealth and fame suddenly with no clue how to handle it....kinda like big lottery winners, who I've heard a large percentage of declare bankruptcy within a couple of years.

Anyway, I've got a new respect for the girls because:
They dress fairly modestly...and their clothing line reflects that.
They don't live an excessive lifestyle.
Dang, they are good business women.

And the number one reason:
When they gain control of their money they don't have plans
go nuts. They want to open a children's hospital.

posted by Stacy at 7:48 AM

Saturday, August 16, 2003

A dark and dreary day...

...not exactly raining, but a trip outside will leave you damp.

...for a work day at church camp, where Tim headed at 6:30 this morning.

...promising some severe storms this afternoon with winds reaching 60mph or more, hail and lightening.

...good for children sleeping in after a late night at the drive-in with friends.

...not so good for an end of summer party/picnic we're invited to.

...perfect for cozying up to a good book. I'm reading Almost Adam by Petru Popescu. Science fiction based on evolution and the idea that a band of proto-humans could have survived undetected to modern times.

Don't get your shorts in a bunch. I'm pro creation all the way.

posted by Stacy at 9:39 AM

Friday, August 15, 2003

Happy birthday to me!

I am 14,244 days, 11 hours and 27 minutes old.

That's 39.

Ewwww.....I'm, like, the Crypt Keeper!

posted by Stacy at 8:32 AM

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

Got my hair cut this afternoon. Actually, I got it cut a lot. You could have made a pretty good wig out of what was on the floor.

Megan took one look at me and said, "You look cool. You don't look like my mom at all."


I think.

posted by Stacy at 3:24 PM

Middle-school orientation this morning. I look at Megan and still see a little girl. Sending her to middle school feels like throwing her to the wolves. For the record, if she saw this her eyes would begin to roll until she could see the inside of her own head and her mouth would be whining, "Mom! You act like I can't do anything! I am not a baby!" And her foot would be stamping.

As if to support her argument, her body has joined in and done the unthinkable. It's grown! Clothing must now be purchased in size 12 (up from a dainty size 8 at Christmas) and shoes (gulp) must be purchased in women's sizes.

I heard somewhere that the teenage years now start at 11. In living with one of the little beasties, I'd have to agree. At a time when I think she should have no cares other than going to school and what is she going to do with her friends, Megan is very conscious of her image. When shopping, she looks for brand names and will only settle for less if the look is right. The hair has to be just so. The activities cool enough.

posted by Stacy at 8:09 AM

Monday, August 11, 2003

Which Fantasy/SciFi Character Are You?

YIKES! I'm Yoda!

posted by Stacy at 5:45 PM

I've been doing some heavy-duty reading this morning. Firestorm: Preventing and Overcoming Church Conflict by Ron Susek is the material.

I've made it through the chapters describing the three phases of a firestorm in a church. We have passed phase one where if concerns are dealt with promptly and justly, the first sparks of the firestorm can be put out. As a church, we are nearly through phase two where the untended sparks unite to form small fires and many church members are plunging into phase three, the full-blown firestorm. This is the phase where it is very difficult and highly unlikely that the church will recover. Losses will be deep.

Casualty number one will be the pastor and his family. The one thing uniting all the voices in their hurts is that the pastor's lack of caring and leadership is the number one thing that got us to this point. They want him gone. Not out of any malice toward the man, himself, but simply because he is not a good fit for this congregation. I am one of them. So is Tim. So, apparently is the regional director, who considers us his church home. Church leadership will be split as far as we can tell. The church may split as well. Pastor certainly has his loyalists who accept his leadership as unquestionable due to his position.

I fear for the pastor and his family.
I fear for the associate pastor and his wife, who will have to resign if the sr. pastor leaves.
I fear for the church.
I fear for what this will do to those who are loyal to the pastor.
I fear for what this will do to new attenders that don't have much, if any experience with church politics.
I fear for all of us.

Please keep all of us in prayer as we approach Aug. 21, when some of the leaders and unhappy families will meet with the regional director to find out what the next step is.

posted by Stacy at 9:46 AM

Saturday, August 09, 2003

The Friday Five

1. What's the last place you traveled to, outside your own home state/country? Findlay, Ohio. I haven't gotten out much lately.

2. What's the most bizarre/unusual thing that's ever happened to you while traveling? I guess I can tell since no kids read this, 'cause this is at least a PG-13 happening. We stayed in a hotel at Baltimore's Inner Harbor when the kids were much younger. We woke out of a sound sleep at about 2:00 in the morning. In that groggy just woke up state of mind, I thought we were having an earthquake. Tim thought it was a tornado. As we got more awake we realized it was the couple in the next room being "romantic." Romantic enough that the beds in our room were bouncing off the floor. We prayed the kids wouldn't wake up. Matt didn't. Megan did, but only long enough to ask if I had periogies in my purse. When Romeo and Juliet finally stopped (which they didn't for a really long time), we didn't know whether to stand up and applaud or call 911 for the poor woman.

3. If you could take off to anywhere, money and time being no object, where would you go? New Mexico and Arizona. If safety wasn't a problem, I'd go to the middle east.

4. Do you prefer traveling by plane, train or car?
Depends on the situation, I guess. By plane is fastest if you're in a hurry. By car lets you explore the countryside. By train would probably be really cool, but I haven't done it.

5. What's the next place on your list to visit? I'd really like to go to Chincoteaque during Pony Penning Days.

posted by Stacy at 6:45 AM

Friday, August 08, 2003

Ok, the meeting wasn't that bad....and they fed us pizza. But I still came away with a headache. Administration is not one of my gifts or passions.

Took a couple of Advil and now I'm off to sleep. We promised the offspring we'd go to the drive-in tonight to see "Freaky Friday" and "Pirates of the Carribean." We are lucky enough to have one of these slices of Americana just a mile or so away. Prices are less than a regular theater. Food is still expensive, but you can smuggle your own in and that is, in fact, part of the experience.

We'll load the truck with lawnchairs and blankets and the cooler with pop and snacks, put new batteries in the boombox, dress in our comfiest clothes (pj's are exceptable for the younger crowd) and head to the theater where we'll find the perfect spot, set up our camp and settle in for the show. The old playground below the screen doesn't have equipment any more, but kids still roam about playing tag or tossing frisbees and footballs. Sometimes we go alone. Sometimes we go with a group. It doesn't matter because there's always others there we know. Life seems to slip back to an earlier, simpler time for a few hours at the drive-in and honestly? The movies are secondary to the experience. It's the atmosphere.

Every year the drive-in seems a little bit shabbier, the screen a little bit darker and the movies a little bit harder to see. Probably one of these years in the not too distant future the Spring will come that the drive-in doesn't open for the season. I will be sad.

posted by Stacy at 2:46 PM

Just checked my old email and found out I have a regional Youth and Family commission meeting today at noon. That was not part of my plans for the day and I hate these things anyway, so at the moment I have a really crappy attitude about it. Need to work on that. If it was ministry stuff great, but it is sitting around making reports and our leader knows how to beat a dead horse. I think I will make my report and run. Megan has a friend here and Matt has to go to work this afternoon. I can't sit in a three hour meeting.

posted by Stacy at 9:58 AM

I am technologically challenged, but I've been feeling pretty good about myself the last couple of days. I mean I've now got links in my posts and I figured out how to add a blogroll all by myself. Woohoo! This morning I'm giving Haloscan another try. Things seem to take a while to show up on my blog, so maybe I'll know by this afternoon.

posted by Stacy at 7:49 AM

Wednesday, August 06, 2003

Today's e-mails are killing me.

Do you suppose this was sent in honor of my 39th birthday next Friday?

Some of the artists from the 60's are re-releasing their hits with new
lyrics to accommodate us Baby Boomers... good news, for those feeling a
little older and missing those great old tunes...

Herman's Hermits - "Mrs. Brown, You've Got A Lovely Walker"

The Bee Gees - "How Can You Mend A Broken Hip"

The Temptations - "Papa's Got A Kidney Stone"

Ringo Starr - "I Get By With A Little Help From Depends"

Marvin Gaye - "I Heard It Through The Grape Nuts"

Procol Harem - "A Whiter Shade Of Hair"

Johnny Nash - "I Can't See Clearly Now"

Leo Sayer - "You Make Me Feel Like Napping"

ABBA - "Denture Queen"

Paul Simon - "Fifty Ways To Lose Your Liver"

Roberta Flack - "The First Time Ever I Forgot Your Face"

Commodores - "Once, Twice, Three Times To The Bathroom"

Rolling Stones - "You Can't Always Pee When You Want"

Bobby Darin - "Splish, Splash, I Was Havin' A Flash"

posted by Stacy at 5:11 PM

Word and Phrase Origins I love this stuff!

Here are some facts about the 1500s:

Most people got married in June because they took
their yearly bath in May
and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they
were starting to smell
so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the
body odor. Hence the
custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water.
The man of the house
had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all
the other sons and men,
then the women and finally the children-last of all
the babies. By then the
water was so dirty you could actually lose someone
in it. Hence the saying,
"Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high,
with no wood underneath.
It was the only place for animals to get warm, so
all the dogs, cats and
other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof.
When it rained it
became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip
and fall off the roof.
Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."

There was nothing to stop things from falling into
the house, that posed a
real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other
droppings could really
mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big
posts and a sheet hung
over the top afforded some protection. That's how
canopy beds came into

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something
other than dirt. Hence
the saying "dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors
that would get
slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread
thresh (straw) on the floor
to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on,
they kept adding more
thresh until when you opened the door it would all
start slipping outside.
A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence
the saying a "thresh

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a
big kettle that always
hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and
added things to the
pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much
meat. They would eat
the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to
get cold overnight and
then start over the next day. Sometimes the stew
had food in it that had
been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, "Peas
porridge hot, peas
porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them
feel quite special. When
visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon
to show off. It was a
sign of wealth that a man "could bring home the
bacon. "They would cut off
a little to share with guests and would all sit
around and chew the fat."

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food
with high acid content
caused some of the lead to leach onto the food,
causing lead poisoning and
death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so
for the next 400 years
or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got
the burnt bottom of the
loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the
top! , or "upper

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky . The
combination would
sometimes knock them out for a couple of days.
Someone walking along the
road would take them for dead and prepare them for
burial. They were laid
out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and
the family would gather
around and eat and drink and wait and see if they
would wake up. Hence the
custom of holding a "wake."

England is old and small and the local folks started
running out of places
to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and
would take the bones to a
"bone-house" and reuse the grave. When reopening
these coffins, 1 out
of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on
the inside and they
realized they had been burying people alive. So they
thought they would tie
a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through
the coffin and up t
hrough the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone
would have to sit out in
the graveyard all night (the "graveyard shift") to
listen for the bell;
thus, someone could be "saved by the bell" or was !
considered a "dead

Consider yourself educated.

posted by Stacy at 5:01 PM

I'm getting used to the idea of being linked and find that I'm actually kind of liking it now. It's kind of fun to see who might be reading and what they have to say. And I've made a couple of new friends, like Beth.

posted by Stacy at 6:32 AM

The time is coming up quickly for The Rock Show-Pennsylvania's Biggest Indoor Christian Music Festival! It's a two-day event to be held Sept. 12-13 in Plum Boro (just outside Pittsburgh).

The line-up of bands keeps getting better and better with the likes of Bleach, Smalltown Poets, Skillet, Daily Planet, The Waiting, ApologetiX, Superchick and Jeff Deyo on the bill. We are currently working to add the O.C. Supertones and there is a strong showing of local Christian bands.

Check out the website to get all the latest info on bands, ticket prices, sponsorship opportunities and more. You can even purchase your tickets on-line.

posted by Stacy at 6:06 AM

Tuesday, August 05, 2003

Fires and other natural disasters aside, the pickles are done. 10 pints canned this evening and put on the shelf. Whew!

posted by Stacy at 8:36 PM

Sitting in the high school guidance office this morning I heard a transfer student tell the secretary she was transferring from Hawaii.

Being the inquisitive soul I am, I mentioned it to the guidance counselor. I mean, how in the world does one go from living in Hawaii to the "paradise" of Derry??

The answer? The mom probably met a man from Derry on the internet. The counselor said they are seeing a lot of people coming in from all over the country and beyond because of an internet relationship.

Guess I shouldn't find it surprising. My own sister-in-law meets men on a regular basis that way. So far she's been lucky, but I worry.

posted by Stacy at 5:57 PM

Monday, August 04, 2003

Hanging my head at my own stupidity as I'm wiping the smoke induced tears from my eyes. I'm making homemade sweet pickles....a lengthy process, part of which requires boiling a sticky, ultra-sweet syrup and pouring it over said pickles each day for four days. Last night the syrup boiled over. I forgot. Tonight as the burner gained heat and the syrup neared boiling fire broke out under the pot! Now I have not only sticky syrup mess (recently charred to petrification) but I also have the black fire damage and a container of salt that I dumped to smother the flames to clean up in the morning.

Moments like this are why I need to give up caffeine.

posted by Stacy at 10:39 PM

A funny reminder to not get so caught up in following the teachings of current Christain writers that we depend on them rather than the bible.

posted by Stacy at 5:43 AM

Sunday, August 03, 2003

Great party yesterday! Great people. No booze to be found and swearing was minimal, but wondering what my church friends would think of this group of blue collar, lower middle-class folks? Of the do-rag sporting, tobacco-chewing (and spitting), Harley-riding men? Of the collection of un-gently used cars and trucks held together with a lot of work and ingenuity....and the occasional role of duct tape? Of the swarm of bare-foot, mud covered kids catching frogs, riding quads, dancing for joy in the coolness of the rain and having the time of their lives sliding down a hill in the fresh, oozing mud? Of the women who sat and let the rain ruin their hairdos and make up and watched their kids get filthy, ruin clothes and take chances with their bones?

I can guess. There are some who would treat them with kindness, knowing that is the right thing to do, but to develope a friendship? Let's not push it. Then there are the few that would befriend some of them. Not because they are anyone they really want to hang out with, but because they have a skill that might prove useful (mechanic, plumber, carpenter, etc) and a friend will give you a better deal. Finally, there are the few who would take one look at them and shudder with revulsion. They would be polite if they met face to face, but they would do all they could to avoid coming into direct contact with those kinds of people.

Now which crowd sounds more like Jesus to you? The one that most likely never enters a church or the card-carrying Christians? Sometimes it doesn't seem like we've learned anything or changed at all since Jesus's time. Would he be pleased with the way we love our neighbor?

I'm thinking a pretty good gauge is: does our neighbor love us? Think about it. If the neighbors in your life don't like you then you probably aren't doing a very good job of loving them first.

posted by Stacy at 8:33 AM

Saturday, August 02, 2003

Looks like rain today. Not what I want to see. We've had enough. Besides, we're invited to a big picnic/party at the home of a woman I work with. Turns out her husband was one of Tim's best friends in school and several more friends that he didn't keep up with should be there, too. We can't go until Matt gets off work at 4:00 and that's when the storms are supposed to move in. Man, I hope it holds off....or gets it over with early. We've been looking forward to this all summer. The kiddos, too.

Been reading an excellent blog for about a week now. It's written by a soldier in Iraq. He expresses himself beautifully and gives real insight into some of the issues soldiers deal with.

posted by Stacy at 8:12 AM

Friday, August 01, 2003

In case you haven't noticed, I've finally figured out linking within my posts.


Still working on comments.


posted by Stacy at 3:00 PM

Do you know why the chicken crossed the road? Read here to see what the "experts" said.

posted by Stacy at 2:56 PM

I don't know who he really is, but this guy is hilarious.

posted by Stacy at 2:34 PM


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