Saturday, September 3, 2005

Details of your Wedding Day

Okay, I just had to take the plunge on Jouranl Jar Question #86.  So, here's the story:                

                                           

It was March 12th.  I was 23 and he was 21.  I went to work in my off-white dressy dress.  Pete went shopping at Beall's for a new outfit.  Changed at his brother Tommy's house and picked me up at work right before lunch.  I had asked my boss for half a day off for personal reasons.  We drove over to the County seat to the courthouse.  We bought our marriage liscence.  Not waiting period then.....HIV wasn't full blown yet.  Then we went upstairs and down the hall to Justice of the Peace's office.   But they were closed for lunch so we went to a local hamburger joint in town and had a bite ourselves. 

Then back to the JP's office.  His name was Pete McKinney and my Pete had worked for him off and on.  We exchanged vows right there in his office.  I was so nervous I could hardly get my words out.  I had no ring for Pete.  He slipped Mom's ring on my hand.  (I had already lost Mom and Dad by this point......didn't think I could enjoy a traditional wedding without them there.) 

From Kountze we went to Tommy' house and his wife, Julie ran out and got a cheap bottle of champaign to toast us with......took pictures of us.....Pete holding me in his arms.  I phoned my sister from there to tell her what I'd done.  She was very happy for me.....and I think relieved she didn't have to plan a wedding!  lol  

When we left there we went and got a loan at a bank!  lol  Talk about startingout in debt!  But we needed to pay my stepfather for improvements he had made on the house we were going to make our home.

Then we took off up the road to visit Pete's older cousins who he had been living with and tell them the news.  Had to twist his arm to get him home with me!  lol  Unusual, probably......and neither of us asked the other to marry them, so I'm still not quite sure how it all came about!?!

 

All anyone is talking about

                                          

Well, it's all anyone is talking about.....Katrina and it's aftermath......so I suppose I'll wade into the waters, too.  Many of the journals that are listed in my sidebar have good comments and well wishes on them.  I want to specifically mention Sweeping the Cobwebs of My Mind, because she has a list posted of the countries who are offering aide to the US in our time of crisis and need.  I do hope our nation accepts many of these offers.....as how often does a nation truly have the chance to help the US?  And if they are sincere, would it not be a slap in thier face to refuse their help?  It is our very self sufficient and self indulgent image that often sets others teeth on edge.

My overwhelming question is not as much why isn't help pouring in quicker, but why were so many ever left in the city in the first place....when they were calling for a manditory evacuation.  Did they not know how many were there that had no means to evacuate?  Why didn't they commander Greyhound and such?  Perhaps the strains of the song from 25 years ago were echoing in their ears....."don't mind the strains of a hurricane, they come round every June....that dark black water, she's the Devils daughter, she's hard and she's cold and she's mean, but we finally taught her it takes a lot of water to wash away New Orleans."

 In a more personal and local vane, we are 30 miles NE of Beaumont, TX.  I am proud of how our state is responding to our LA neighbors.  In Beaumont both Lowes and Home Depot have pledged to match donations dollar for dollar.  People are coming up to the shelters, asking what is needed, leaving and returning a short time later with those very items.  Some are going to shelters to bring people home with them to live.  The state is leaving agency's open for the weekend that might assist those in need.  Tiny counties and metropolitan areas together.  Already helping willing people find jobs.  Others being rushed through for emergency food stamps and aide.  I am very proud of my state.....and especially of those in my area!  Though it may very well mean the jobmarket I am trying to enter may get very conjested!!

A local channel put up a computer generated thing.....they took what happened in LA with Katrina and ran a program where instead Beaumont took a direct hit from a catorgory 5 hurricane.  Everything South of I-10 would be under water.....a surge up the Neches River would come all the way up the river bottom just shy of us. 

Terri over at Farm Life asked about gas and prices in our areas.  I went to the feedstore earlier today.  They were out of all grades of fuel, but expecting a drop this evening.  The other store I passed only carries reg. unleaded.....they had it for $2.79/gal.  Probably an older drop.

I hear many wondering about end times.  My own veiw is when I see Jesus desending toward the earth....as the sun rises in the morning......I'm out of here!  All disasters will accelerate certainly.  Wars and rumors of wars.  Famine and pestilence.  All these things have long been with us, and will be right up to the end of the earth.  Are they truly intensified, or is it the vast expansion in knowledge and communication that makes it seem so?  Both I think.  In my head I wonder if there is some poetic justice in that we (our government) supported Isreal making refugees out of many of their own citizens.......so did a Higher Authority make refugees of many of ours?  You see so many wrecked casinos and gambling barges.........did this make this area a target?  Or in His infinate mercy did God turn the brunt of the storm just in time....that the levy's did wait almost a day to fail....that water did not rush in so fast as to drown every person left there?  I am neither Bible scholar enough nor saint enough to be certain of any of it.  But I do know my Sweet Savior.  And I know that he tarries that all may have time to repent and turn to Him.  I know His mercy is unending and His love and forgiveness everlasting. 

I do not know why my last entry would not allow comments.  I checked my settings and they are correct.  If anyone trys to comment this time and cannot......please shoot me an e-mail, so I can shoot AOL.  lol  No, so I can get with them and see what's wrong.  Anyone wishing to comment on the previous entry I am so sorry for the inconvience, but it's beyond me!

Thursday, September 1, 2005

For What it is Worth......

                                     

I've received the same e-mail several times lately, calling for folks to boycott the major oil companies in an effort to force some price lowering.  After some consideration, I decided to share some information that might be helpful to you.  I worked 6+ years for an oil distributor.  Here's the sad truth.

There are "branded" stations and "unbranded" stations.  A branded station clearly displays an oil company's name.....this is largely for credit card purposes.  An unbranded station carries no oil company name and accepts only major credit cards.  

Even if you could keep up with buy outs and purchases to know who truly owned a company, you'd be hard put making sure you weren't buying gas from them anyway.

Some branded stations accept "drops" from only thier company's rack.  (A drop is a fuel delivery.  A rack is what the tanker trucks load the fuel from.)  Others allow drops from different racks.

As for unbranded stations, well their gasoline could come from any rack at all and could vary load by load as the distributor probably bids whichever rack is cheaper that day.

Just wanted to mention it for what it is worth.........do whatever you feel you've got to do.

As a side note, did you know that there is no "plus" or "mid-grade" refined?  They achieve this product by mixing x number gallons reg. unleaded with x number gallons super.

Are you aware that most stations only add 5-10cents per gallon over what they pay for the gas?  Depending on your state, you are probably paying 58 to 65 cents per gallon in taxes. 

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Of faith and fun

Of   FAITH  -  My friend and sister in the Lord, Trish, posted this quote at the Virtuous Women Group:

 

                                                   

 

                                      Wise Words,
               “Jesus is our advocate, satan is the accuser.       
When talking about others, be careful who you team up with.”                        -Wayne Dillard   

 

As to the   FUN -  Another Arca Max jewel. This perfectly illustrates the difference between just doing your job and doing your job well!

 

                                       

 

 A woman calls an import parts warehouse and asks for a 28- ounce water pump. "A what?" says the confused parts guy. "My husband says he needs a 28-ounce water pump."



"A 28-ounce water pump? What kind of car does it fit?"



"A Datsun."

 

As the parts guy writes down "Datsun, 28 oz. water pump" the light in his head goes on. "Oh yes ma'am. We've got 28-ounce water pumps. We have 24-ounce and 26-ounce water pumps too."



"Finally," she says. "You're the first place I've called that knew what I was talking about." "Yes ma'am."



That's because we're a full-service parts warehouse; it's our job to have the parts you need, like a 28-ounce water pump," he says, smiling, as he jots down:  customer pick-up, Datsun 280Z water pump, part number... 


          

Monday, August 29, 2005

THE PRECIOUS BOOK

  Just had to share this!  My old Living Bible is falling apart at the seams.  There are notes scribbled all through it.  And pages from Daily Bread, and other devotionals stuck between it's own pages.   This copy of the Bible led me through my roughest time.....my greatest storm.  I love it and as a resource it is beyond measure.  This poem immediately put me in mind of  It and Him, the Light and the Comfort.   THE PRECIOUS BOOK                         Though the cover is worn And the pages are torn And places bear traces of tears, Yet more precious than gold Is the Book worn and old, That can shatter and scatter my fears.   When I prayerfully look In the precious old Book, As my eyes scan the pages I see, any tokens of love From the Father above, Who is nearest and dearest to me.   This old Book is my guide, 'Tis a friend by my side, It will lighten and brighten my way; And each promise I find Soothes and gladdens my mind As I read it and heed it each day.   Oh, wonderful, wonder Word of the Lord, True wisdom its pages unfold, And though we may read it a thousand times o'er, They never, no never grow old.   Each line hath a treasure, each treasure a pearl, That all, if they will, may secure; And we know that when time and the world pass away, God's Word shall forever endure.   God's Word is like a deep, deep mine, And jewels rich and rare Are hidden in its mighty depths For every searcher there.    By Bernice Peyman   From God's Work Ministry E-mail.   For Bible on-line try:  http://www.Biblegateway.com                                                  

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Sunday Morning Shining Down

                                                       Hope everyone had a good Lord's Day today.  I have some reflections I want to share with you.  I had ran to the feedstore yesterday and on my way home as I listened to the Country Classics radio station, an old Johnny Cash song about Sunday Morning came on.  Makes no real difference if you are familiar with the tune or not.  It got me thinking is all.  How Sunday can be many different things to many different people.  How it has actually been different things to me  over the years.   It seems, that there are five basics groups in regards to Sundays.  May I elaborate?  Well, I suppose....after all it is my journal!  lol   There is what I call the Just Another Day  group.  These people view Sunday as just another name for a day of the week.  It is one more opportunity to shop, to clean, to play, to go about the business of life.  They tend to resent or at least view as an inconvenience the last few public concessions to Sunday.  They are the ones the Blue Laws were lifted for.  They may enjoy their Sunday, or they may not.  But it is just one more day in a sea of days.   Then there is the This is My Day Crowd.  These folks hold on to Sunday as their own.  My chance to fish, sleep late, do just as I please.  A perfect view of Sunday for the "Me" generation!  Sunday's often go their way, but does the satisfaction they get from it last at all?   There is a group for which Sunday is Recovery Day.  The day that they hug the toilets and swab their heads with cool rags.  When a little too eagerly they try to persuade everyone as to just how much fun they had the night before.  Some wonder what happened the night before!  The whole day is spent in sickness......tired and worn out, just hoping they are in shape for what lies ahead on Monday.   Common to every denomination and church is the Oh  What  A Big Chore  assembly.  These people faithfully, if only for a time, report to church on Sunday mornings......usually harried and rushed.  There have been numerous fights and arguments along the way.  They come out of a sense of duty......a duty they are either not fully committed to or one to whose allegiance they are wavering.  They want to do right, to be right......but it is such an effort!    Then there is the Joyous Day  remnant.  The redeemed.  The saved, born again.  Those who know Christ Jesus intimately.  Those who can't wait to hear the old, old story retold.  Those who want to hear their voice mingled in praise with the other saints.  Those who come with offerings......of their souls and from their hearts.  Those that can't wait to share a word of testimony or encouragement......or hear someone else's.                                                      Before you get in a huff......I have been a member of every group I listed!  Praise God, I have been in the last group for over a dozen years now!  Yes, we all may relapse to a former group from time to time.....hey, getting kids to church can make it a chore without careful planning!  I share these reflections to encourage you to reflect.......in all love.   In His word God tells us that one day is set aside to:   Rest. Worship. Benefit man. Assemble yourselves together. To do good.   Sure we can do these things any day of the week.  And that is good!  But as humans, we tend to push aside the things we do not schedule...even the good.  And before you know it we're not doing them at all.    That's my reflections upon one old country tune.  I pray they are a benefit to those who pass this way.                                                     

Thursday, August 25, 2005

News! News!

                                                  

No, not news on the job front......just news about Bug and Bubba and from around J-land.

Bug came home all excited Tuesday.  She had gotten to make the walk down the hall to the nurses office to get her 1st lose tooth pulled!  She has seen so many kids take that walk and wanted so desperately to do it herself.  It's like a right of passage or status symbol among her peers.  The nurse puts on a latex glove, gently pulls the tooth and places it in a small plastic treasure chest that the kids can take home with them.

Bubba stayed after school yesterday for a club meeting.  Don't know the name of it, but they do stuff like paint the mascot, a Bengal Tiger on the field, etc.  After the meeting they had an ice cream social.  Good idea on a hot afternoon!

Got some tid-bits from around J-land I want to pass on.  You can find links to the journals I mention in the sidebar.   

First I want to encourage everyone to Praise the Lord and go by and extend a hand of Christian fellowship and encouragement to Racheal at What Can You Do?  She was recently saved!!  I am so happy for her! 

Then be sure to send congradulations to Jeannette on her new grandson!  You can see pictures at her journal:  Jeannette's Jottings.  He really is a doll!

Oh the thoughts I'd be thinking, I could be another Lincoln....if I only had a brain!  Donna has a neat little link to find if you think more male or more female, at Sweeping the Cobwebs of my mind.  Or if you prefer, go to Sorting the Pieces and Cynthia has a link to see if you are more right brained or left brained.  I did them both!  Seems I am 60% male, 40% female, and go the the left with 65% of my brain and 35% right.  Reckon that explains why I don't do a lot of girly things, and why I am as comfortable or more so working around and with men as women.

Oh!  Hunybea's Open Journal is Two years old!  Gee, she's been around!  So, be sure to pat Mary on the back and wish her a happy journal bithday when you see her.

I know you may not believe me, but this is NOT laziness!  I am not posting a word today because there is a word I hope you'll read over at Friends in HIM.  A very timely message that goes to the heart.

So I will leave you with a laugh I stole from ArcaMax.  It's a joke about a little girl and her Goldfish.......could be Bug!

Little Nancy was in the garden filling in a hole when her neighbor peered over the fence. Interested in what the cheeky-faced youngster was doing, he politely asked, "What are you up to there, Nancy?"

"My goldfish died," replied Nancy tearfully, without looking up, "and I've just buried him."

The neighbor was concerned, "That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish isn't it?"

Nancy patted down the last heap of earth then replied, "That's because he's inside your stupid cat!"

May God bless all who pass this way!

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