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I'm Back!

I am back from PR with tanlines and I am sure a few extra pounds.....eek! THe trip was fun but I was ready to get home. I got plenty of sun and fun but I missed my bed and my puppy. We hit all the good spots and ate everything that was put in front of us.

I did have a few adventures upon my return. First we get to on the plane is San Juan with no problem but we arrive in Miami to catch our connecting flight a little late. Our connecting flight was boarding at 7:55 p.m. and at that same time we were just getting of our plane. The plane docked in concourse A and of course our connecting flight is in concourse D. If any of you are familiar with the Miami airport you know that is clear on the other side of the airport. We had to book it down the corridors yelling at people to get out of or way, I was barefoot. We made it just in time for our connection, when we got to the gate it was 8:05 p.m. And of course because of the short amount of time our luggage doesnt make the flight. I still don't have my luggage yet, it is suppose to arrive this afternoon.

I get home finally after 11:00 pm and Buster is very excited to see me. He is jumping, barking and running all over the place. I get on the phone for awhile and he desperately wants my attention so I am getting barked at and bitten. Finally I get off the phone and I sit down on the futon to rest. I look over my shoulder and I see Buster walking along the edge of my bed. Which I found to be very odd, but I ignore it and keep watching tv. Then I smell something....somebody has had an accident. I get up and turn the light on looking for whatever surpirse Buster may have left me. But I can't find anything on the floor. Then I look up and HE HAS PEE'D AND POOPED...ON MY BED....ON MY BED! I am in shock, apparently someone is ticked that I was gone for 7 days and not paying enough attention to him. I look at him and yell YOU PEE'D AND POOPED ON MY BED! He just looks up at me and barks! I could have killed him. Kristen my girlfriend is cracking up...she thinks this is absolutly hilarious. She was kind enought to take him outside for me while I cleaned and flipped my matress

Welcome home mom!

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I'm Here

I am on vacation in PR, hurray! So my posting is going to be minimal if any at all. Just thought I would let you know. I will come back with stories and photos.

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A Prayer for Troubled Times

DO IT AGAIN, LORD

A Prayer for Troubled Times
Written by Max Lucado for America Prays, a national prayer vigil on September 15, 2001.

DEAR LORD,

We’re still hoping we’ll wake up. We’re still hoping we’ll open a sleepy eye and think, What a horrible dream.

But we won’t, will we, Father? What we saw was not a dream. Planes did gouge towers. Flames did consume our fortress. People did perish. It was no dream, and, dear Father, we are sad.
There is a ballet dancer who will no longer dance and a doctor who will no longer heal. A church has lost her priest; a classroom is minus a teacher. Cora ran a food pantry. Paige was a counselor, and Dana, dearest Father, Dana was only three years old. (Who held her in those final moments?)

We are sad, Father. For as the innocent are buried, our innocence is buried as well. We thought we were safe. Perhaps we should have known better. But we didn’t.

And so we come to you. We don’t ask you for help; we beg you for it. We don’t request; we implore. We know what you can do. We’ve read the ac­counts. We’ve pondered the stories, and now we plead, “Do it again, Lord. Do it again.”

Remember Joseph? You rescued him from the pit. You can do the same for us. Do it again, Lord. Remember the Hebrews in Egypt? You protected their children from the angel of death. We have children too, Lord. Do it again.

And Sarah? Remember her prayers? You heard them. Joshua? Remember his fears? You inspired him. The women at the tomb? You resurrected their hope. The doubts of Thomas? You took them away. Do it again, Lord. Do it again.

You changed Daniel from a captive into a king’s counselor. You took Peter the fisherman and made him Peter an apostle. Because of you, David went from leading sheep to leading armies. Do it again, Lord, for we need counselors today. We need apos­tles. We need leaders. Do it again, dear Lord.

Most of all, do again what you did at Calvary. What we saw here on that Tuesday, you saw there on that Friday. Innocence slaughtered. Goodness murdered. Mothers weeping. Evil dancing. Just as the ash fell on our children, the darkness fell on your Son. Just as our towers were shattered, the very Tower of Eternity was pierced.

And by dusk, heaven’s sweetest song was silent, buried behind a rock.

But you did not waver, O Lord. You did not waver. After your Son lay three days in a dark hole, you rolled the rock and rumbled the earth and turned the darkest Friday into the brightest Sunday. Do it again, Lord. Grant us a September Easter.

We thank you, dear Father, for these hours of unity. Disaster has done what discussions could not. Doctrinal fences have fallen. Republicans are standing with Democrats. Skin colors have been covered by the ash of burning buildings. We thank you for these hours of unity. And we thank you for these hours of prayer. The Enemy sought to bring us to our knees and suc­ceeded. He had no idea, however, that we would kneel before you. And he has no idea what you can do.
Let your mercy be upon our president, vice presi­dent, and their families. Grant to those who lead us wisdom beyond their years and experience. Have mercy upon the souls who have departed and the wounded who remain. Give us grace that we might forgive and faith that we might believe.

And look kindly upon your church. For two thousand years you’ve used her to heal a hurting world.

Do it again, Lord. Do it again.
Through Christ, amen

Published in America Looks Up: Reaching Toward Heaven for Hope and Healing. W Pub. Group: Nashville, Tenn.

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Good Morning?

I had a heck of an interesting morning. First Buster is sweet enough to wake me up earlier then usual with jumping on me and licking my face. I get up and take him outside for a walk. As I walked down the porch stairs I walked right into a spider web....FUN! Then after Buster was done I went and laid back down for a bit. Apparently this was a mistake because of course I woke up late. I jump out of bed to get dressed for work. While I try and find something to wear, Buster is on high speed and is insisting on trying to steal my shoes out of the closet. I had to run block all morning, taking shoes away from him. Then I couldn't find anything that didn't require ironing, which is a problem since my iron is still in the trunk of my car. (mental note take iron out of trunk) Finally I find something that is semi non-wrinkled to wear. Buster decides to move from my shoes to the hem of my sweat pants. You try walking around the house with a Jack Russell attached to you ankle.

Finally I pull myself together and am about to leave but my precious puppy decides that this is the perfect time to play keep away, nevermind the fact I should have left 5 mins. earlier. He hides under the futon and every time I reached in for him he would nip at me, bark and back up. Needless to say I was getting a little bit frustrated. Grrrr! Finally I nab the little monster, put him in his crate, grab my purse and run out the door. It is now 7 past 8, not bad but not good either. I turn on the car and hear a report that the tunnel is backed up pretty bad, so I decide to take another tunnel route. Not the smartest thing to do, this way was just as backed up if not worse. I get of at the exit before the tunnel and go the back way to get back to my place to go another route. (are you following me so far?) What happens when I get off this exit? I don't know where I am. I look around and I am surrounded by semitrucks and cargo containers, in the back roads of some industrial/port area. Finally after roaming around for a bit I find my way back. It is now 8:12, defiantly not good. I call my co-worker and inform her that I will be late to the office. I am now on my way to the office, taking the 3rd possible route and I am doing well...speeding but doing well. I decided (being the female I am) to multi-task in the car and put some make up on. This apparently is another mistake because due to my failed multi-tasking abilities I miss the exit to the main high way and find myself, yet again in the wrong place. (At this point I do a one word prayer....you know the one...LORD?) I then have to get of turn around to get back to my exit and onto the main highway. UGH! It is now 8:45, I was suppose to be at work at 8:30.

I finally get to the campus and since classes already had begun I end up parking in 10 buck 2! By the time I walked through the door it was 9:00 am....oh and to top it all off it was raining! I went straight to my office, dropped my purse and made a bee line for the coffee pot.

It was not a good morning.

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Ugh Like a Sap I Teared Up

Ok so I had a small spell of insomnia last night. I think is was probably brought on by the fact that I had slept till noon that day and being exhausted for the move over the weekend. I spent a good chunk of my day vegging out on the sofa, which was much needed rest after a very exhausting weekend.

So late last night I was flipping channels trying to get to sleep, and Beaches was on. I haven't seen this movie in years and I am ashamed to admit that I watched it last night. Now I am someone that is always trying to act all tough and doesn't cry during sappy movies. I got almost all the way through the movie and I remember thinking at one point when the brunette was dying that I hadn't cried and it was a pretty sad part of the movie. Then it got to the part after the funeral and Bette is talking to the little girl about her mom and I started to tear up! All of a sudden I started leaking! LEAKING! I hate crying during sappy movies! Especially Beaches! That is what I get for watching it in the first place! I almost made it too, I almost made it through the entire movie without crying...then those last 5 mins got me. UGH!

It wasn't me...the insomnia made me do it.

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Rain, Wind and No Shine

So it has been raining all day long and I still don't know if my apartment is ready. I should probably call my landlord but I just need a break from the maddness of moving. All my stuff is packed and all my cloths are in bags in the back seat of my car. I need to get over to my new place and unload somethings but there are stories of flooding so I don't know if I can go. Ernesto is hanging out and it has been raining cats and dogs, the good thing is the school closed so I didn't have to go into work today, which means a 4 day weekend. SCORE! I can't wait to be settled and in my home. Soon, very soon.

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