Vote for Me.

I can't vote. I don't get a choice. But you do. And even if you don't agree with me on all the issues, PLEASE go vote. If you won't got vote for yourself, please go vote for me.

AND his boots leak!?!

I've shared this a couple years ago and found it again. It makes me laugh until my stomach hurts! It's too good not to share again.

These are actual excuse notes from parents excusing their children from missing school (includes original spelling):

~ My son is under a doctor's care and should not take P.E. today. Please execute him.

~ Please excuse Lisa for being absent. She was sick and I had her shot.

~ Dear School: Please ekscuse John being absent on Jan. 28, 29, 30, 31,32, and also 33.

~ Please excuse Roland from P.E. for a few days. Yesterday he fell out of a tree and misplaced his hip.

~ John has been absent because he had two teeth taken out of his face.

~ Carlos was absent yesterday because he was playing football. He was hurt in the growing part.

~ Megan could not come to school today because she has been bothered by very close veins.

~ Chris will not be in school cus he has an acre in his side

~ Please excuse Ray Friday from school. He has very loose vowels.

~ Please excuse Tommy for being absent yesterday. He had diarrhea and his boots leak.

~ Irving was absent yesterday because he missed his bust.

~ Please excuse Jimmy for being. It was his father's fault.

~ I kept Billie home because she had to go Christmas shopping because I don't know what size she wear.

~Please excuse Jennifer for missing school yesterday. We forgot to get the Sunday paper off the porch, and when we found it Monday, we thought it was Sunday.

~ Sally won't be in school a week from Friday. We have to attend her funeral.

~ Please excuse Jason for being absent yesterday. He had a cold and could not breed well.

Dr. Jekyll

I can hear a few things from the chair at my computer: traffic zooming down Briarcliff rd, the hum of the fridge, my downstairs neighbor's ceiling fan (it's less than 50 out!), a bus, and the sweet cry of a kitty. It makes me wonder if it's Dr. Jekyll down there. I go look, but I don't see him, so it must be another kitty. But secretly I was hoping it might be Dr. Jekyll so I could go down for a visit.
Dr. Jekyll is a kitty the lives somewhere near my apartment. He has a collar and looks pretty clean and healthy, so I think he belongs to someone. Dr. Jekyll is solid gray and definitely not shy. He walks right up to you meowing the whole way. He definitely wants your undivided attention. He doesn't have a tag on his collar; I gave him the name Dr. Jekyll. You see, he has this crazy habit of crying for attention and acting sweet, but once you start giving him some affection he starts to eat your hand. And these aren't just little love bites, they are big monster love chomps, including menacing swats from his front claws. I can't figure out why he goes a little mean when you start to pet him, but when you start to walk away, he follows you for more attention!
Part of me thinks that Dr. Jekyll isn't getting enough attention at home (that would be the teacher in me!) and another part of me wonders if he was feral once, and just never got totally domestic. But, regardless, although it took a few careful and tentative pets from me, I learned the art of giving Dr. Jekyll some affection without getting my hand eaten or sliced and diced. When he lays down, you gotta be careful, that's when he's ready to swat. But if he's standing and circling, petting is definitely what he wants. He's such a peculiar little guy, but I think he recognizes me, and I enjoy our little encounters. I don't have a pet of my own, so these little interactions make me feel like Dr. Jekyll is a little bit mine too even if he is a little crazy.
Sometimes I don't see Dr. Jekyll for awhile, and I wonder where he goes when I finally get back to wherever I was going when we bumped into each other. But it's certain that if I even hear a kitty meowing outside, I always check to see if it's Dr. Jekyll coming by to say. "hi!" And it kinda makes my heart smile whenever I it is him dropping by. I can handle that kinda of crazy :)

What do a USPS Truck, MARTA bus, ATL PD, and MARTA police all have in comon?

They've all be sitting in front of my apartment building now for at least 30 minutes or more. At first I thought it was weird when the USPS truck pulled up on the sidewalk, and then the MARTA bus pulled up behind it and just hung out for awhile. But I didn't clue in that something was actually up until I got out of the shower and they were both still there, but now accompanied by their own set of police officers and cruisers. The wonders of the city never cease to amaze me. I'm thankful I don't have to drive south on Briarcliff Rd right now or try to get in my driveway!

Divine Intervention

I know the table is nearly the very same color as the floor, but the table was free! This is the story. One day recently I walked into work and my coworker asked had I settled into my new place yet. My response was, "yes, but I need a table." What a weird way to respond, especially since I was actually still doing a lot of unpacking (see box in corner!) He says, "A table? We have a table you could have." We discussed a few details and that was it. A dining room table, free! And besides the exact coordination of that conversation, I felt like God kept leading me to wait for the table because something just right for me was going to somehow come along. And, without any worrying or stress on my part, no extra cash or budget stretch, God provided the table that I just knew was going to turn up if I waited. Thank you ABBA, God that you are involved in the day-to-day details!

My Prayer for America

We live in a country that we are lucky enough to choose who is going to be our leaders. But, in the process, we tear apart each other with our passionate disagreeing. Friendships, families, communities all broken over differing ideas on how best to handle issues like health care, education, and taxes. Why does choosing someone to be our leader have to leave behind a wake of pointing fingers, rumors, harsh accusations, and heartaches? As I was talking to God about some of the issues we need to make decisions about when choosing our new leader, my heart was broken over how much hate I see and hear when people begin to express their opinions on these things and the people surrounding them. There is not just a dislike of or a disagree with the other ideals and candidates it seems, it is searing, passionate hate. When did our freedom lead us to draw such rigid lines in the sand? Why do you have to be on one side or the other? So this is my prayer, in form of a song from Watermark, for our country as we draw closer to and after this presidential election comes to a close.

Mended

You repair all that we have torn apart
And You unveil a new beginning in our hearts
And We stand grateful for all that has been left behind
And All that goes before us

You've got all things suspended
All things connected
Nothing was forgotten
'Cause your love is perfect
You are our healer
And you know what's broken
And we're not a mystery to you
oh Lord, to you

We will dance 'cause you restore the wasted years
And You will sing over all our coming fears
And We'll stand grateful for all that has been left behind
And all that goes before us

Lord, you mend the breech
And you break every fetter
You give us your best, but what we thought was better
And you are to be praised
You are to be praised

You've got all things suspended
All things connected
Nothing was forgotten
'Cause your love is perfect
You are our healer
And you know what's broken
And we're not a mystery to you
oh Lord, to you
to you, oh Lord, mender of the broken

I'm in love with the Farmer's Market

Its fantastic. You go in and there is fresh, delicious produce, for much less than the grocery store. And the spices are wonderful too. They have dried fruit that is to die for, flowers that are gorgeous, and every variety of fish you could dream off. And of course, who could pass up the delicious prepared foods? Its all wonderful. Farmers Market, I love you.