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Thursday, January 27, 2011

Sawyer Glasses


So we went to see our local optometrist yesterday.  Deanna had been complaining for a while that she should go and one day I noticed she holds a book really close to her face when she is reading, so it was time to go get her eyes checked (and Jordan’s too just for good measure).

Jordan has his father’s vision… he can see like a hawk.  He still has trouble with color hue distinction so the optometrist advised Jordan to never become an artist.  ;oP

Deanna on the other hand has inherited my vision.  She has astigmatism and near sightedness.  Her right eye is worse then her left eye.  So I joked with her that she will have to get a pair of “Sawyer glasses” (a character from the TV show LOST).



She didn’t seem to like this idea too much.  LOL!


While I was in with Jordan during his test, she picked out a pair of cute purple glasses.  Her glasses should be available for pick up in 7-10 days, so she should be seeing fine in no time.  She may even enjoy reading more if she isn’t struggling so much to see. 

She is very excited to get glasses.  I should have taken a picture of her in them but none of us thought about it till we were driving home.    Oh well.  :o)

ha ha ha


It could happen to any of us...
This is so funny; I hope you enjoy it.


That's what the kid behind the counter at Taco Bell said to me.
I dug into my pocket and pulled out some lint and two dimes and
something that used to be a Jolly Rancher. Having already handed the kid a five-spot, I started to head back out to the truck to grab some change when the kid with the Elmo hairdo said the hardest thing anyone has ever said to me. He said, "It's OK. I'll just give you the senior
citizen discount."
I turned to see who he was talking to and then heard the sound of
change hitting the counter in front of me. "Only $4.68" he said
I stood there stupefied. I am 56, not even 60 yet? A mere child! Senior citizen?
I took my burrito and walked out to the truck wondering what was wrong
with Elmo. Was he blind? As I sat in the truck, my blood began to
boil. Old? Me?
I'll show him, I thought. I opened the door and headed back inside. I
strode to the counter, and there he was waiting with a smile.
Before I could say a word, he held up something and jingled it in
front of me, like I could be that easily distracted! What am I now? A
"Dude! Can't get too far without your car keys, eh?" I stared with
utter disdain at the keys. I began to rationalize in my mind.
"Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly! It could happen to anyone!"
I turned and headed back to the truck. I slipped the key into the
ignition, but it wouldn't turn. What now? I checked my keys and tried
another. Still nothing.
That's when I noticed the purple beads hanging from my rear view mirror.
I had no purple beads hanging from my rear view mirror.
Then, a few other objects came into focus. The car seat in the back
seat. Happy Meal toys spread all over the floorboard. A partially
eaten doughnut on the dashboard.
Faster than you can say ginkgo biloba, I flew out of the alien vehicle.
Moments later I was speeding out of the parking lot, relieved to
finally be leaving this nightmarish stop in my life. That is when I felt it, deep in the bowels of my stomach: hunger! My stomach growled
and churned, and I reached to grab my burrito, only it was nowhere to
be found.
I swung the truck around, gathered my courage, and strode back into
the restaurant one final time. There Elmo stood, draped in youth and black nail polish. All I could think was, "What is the world coming
All I could say was, "Did I leave my food and drink in here"? At this
point I was ready to ask a Boy Scout to help me back to my vehicle,
and then go straight home and apply for Social Security benefits.
Elmo had no clue. I walked back out to the truck, and suddenly a young
lad came up and tugged on my jeans to get my attention. He was holding up a drink and a bag. His mother explained, "I think you left this in
my truck by mistake."
I took the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly apologized.
She offered these kind words: "It's OK. My grandfather does stuff like
this all the time."
All of this is to explain how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 40. Yes, I
was racing some punk kid in a Toyota Prius. And no, I told the
officer, I'm not too old to be driving this fast.
As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the hall. I
handed her a bag of cold food and a $300 speeding ticket. I promptly
sat in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with a blankey.
The good news was I had successfully found my way home..
Pass this on to the other old fogies on your list.
Notice the larger type? That's for those of us who have trouble reading.
P.S.. Save the earth...... It's the only planet with chocolate!!!!!

Can you believe it is Thursday already?



1.  a tip from an online friend about art:

One of my favourite art sites is It is an art community. Message boards, dozens of them, ordered by medium or subject matter. There is a critique area where she could post a piece and have people comment on it's technical aspects. Many of the forums have informal "challenges", where a photo is posted and people will draw/paint their interpretation of it. There are lessons buried in the archives of some threads. Wetcanvas has thousands of artists from all over the world. I can get lost in it for hours :-)




It pushes hard on a spirit like a bag of bricks on a back. Guilt keeps you slow, sometimes unmoving, wrecked.

I’m talking about the guilt that says, “you are a failure; you will never get it together.”

So we move slow, aching all the way, heaped up in our “failure” for not doing all that we should be doing.


3.  Testing???  -

One of the questions I am asked regularly is “How do you know your children are at level with other children their age in the public school system? Do they take standardized tests?”

It is a difficult question to answer because I want to be informative, but gracious. Typically this question is asked by those challenging our choice to homeschool, but occasionally it’s asked by a parent genuinely seeking answers.

My response is something like this–“I do not administer annual standardized testing so I cannot tell you whether or not my children are at level with other children their age in public schools. On the other hand, I also cannot be sure that the public school children are at the same level as my children.”

And then I explain that homeschooling gives me the opportunity to




Dear Serena,

I wanted to ask you a few things. I dove into my Bible and realized that before, I only knew ABOUT Jesus, rather than KNOWING him. His grace is there, unquestionably, but I’m having a hard time getting the knowledge to my heart. Was it a process for you? And how long did it take you before you were able to shake the feelings of complete and total worthlessness? (Because that’s a struggle for me

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“Worthlessness is a lie. Hell is trying to isolate you so that you can be tormented easier. Call out the lie and reject it. Your failure gives Satan words to use against you, but he’s a liar. He’s a liar because Jesus took all of the accusations upon Himself and paid the penalty for them. Satan will do everything he can to get you to forget that. But, God has no recollection of your sin, so don’t live according to something that God doesn’t even consider. The Truth sets you free.

When the accusations come, know that they are against Jesus, not you. That’s why the accusations become a lie. When you are tucked away in Christ, the accusations are about Him and they hold no water. You are hidden away in Him. He took your sin (past, present, future) and nailed it all to the cross so that you could be free. It’s not a freedom so that you can live selfishly. It’s a freedom to grow and become so that you can be used to pour out His Love.”

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6.  Does marriage improve with age? -


7.  one less thing:  perfume –>


8.  Cute card making ideas -


Cupcake Birthday Card

Birthday Card - Use up scraps



Love this quote about teaching (Donald D. Quinn):

If a doctor, lawyer, or dentist had 40 people in his office at one time, all of whom had different needs, and some of whom didn't want to be there and were causing trouble, and the doctor, lawyer, or dentist, without assistance, had to treat them all with professional excellence for nine months, then he might have some conception of the classroom teacher's job. 



What my trips to Ethiopia have taught me:

  • Practical Christian fellowship calls for help when it is needed and not merely when it is asked for.

  • Believers are, and always will be, saints together, regardless of race, nationality, political affiliation, or denomination. Yes, I said denomination.

  • If I want to serve God I must never dash ahead of Him in impetuous enthusiasm nor lag behind Him in double-minded unbelief.

  • Only when I apply the truth to my own life diligently can I prove my Christian discipleship to others, Ethiopians included.

  • I must live sacrificially for others. Only then can I can rightly reflect the one who "though He was rich yet for our sakes became poor so that we through His poverty might become rich."

  • Missionary work is non-stop, 24/7. To call Sunday the "Lord's Day" doesn't mean that the other days belong to me.

  • Spiritual warfare is never easy, and we are likely to get hurt. But the final victory is ours.


11.  Eric Carpenter wants to abolish hierarchical leadership in the church. Here are his reasons. What do you think?


12.  how to make a marriage bed --