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Tuesday, 10 June 2008
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A New Direction
So I'm trying something new. A LOT of my friends - both at church and work - have MySpace and Facebook. Seems very busy, those places ... probably the reason I avoided them before. However, I'm wanting to expand connections and this seems a good way to do it, so I've opened a MySpace of my own. If any of you have a MySpace and would like to be my friends (ha!) feel free to contact me and we'll hook up. However, I'm keeping Xanga open and will most likely paste my blogs between the two to keep all fields caught up.
On a personal note - and in more character of my usual postings - here's an update on what's been happening in Tara's life. Well, first off I have officiated the move. Save for some of my things still lingering at my parents, and needing to get a few things of Kristi's put into place at the new place, we are now officially moved in and online as well! Talk about an adventure!! Six hours of updates and cleaning off information from a computer that had not been online in two years. Judging from how many updates I get monthly, I should have expected that! Anyway, we have a wireless-router on one computer and a usb card on the other (mine) and both computers surf the net simultaneously - it's really cool!
I'll try to keep things updated here as best I can. In the meantime, I'll be touching up the MySpace account as well, so feel free to peek over and see what you can find. I'm under Tara - just to make it easy
Thursday, 22 May 2008
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A Moment of Sadness
I sit at work and listen to people around me go on about this celebrity or that and after awhile it all just ... I dunno ... blends in together. I guess I've just made it a habit not to listen to run of the mill rumors. Which, in turn, makes the genuine "news" stand out even more.
This morning on my radio station the DJ's were saddened by news they had received. Last night 5-year-old Maria Chapman - youngest adopted daughter of musician Steven Curtis Chapman - was accidentally struck and killed in the driveway of the family home by an SUV driven by one of her own brothers. That hurts! It's enough that this family is grieving over the loss of their little one; imagine what this boy - still only a teenager himself - is likely putting himself through!
I don't know how many of you are familiar with Chapman's music. Me, I grew up on this stuff. As a child it was the Gaithers and Steven Curtis Chapman, and even as I grew older his music remained "real" to me. But even more real is his love of family and - in particular - children.
So, the best I can say here is that my prayers today are with the Chapman family - may God grant them peace in knowing little Maria is safe in God's arms now, wisdom in understanding that accidents happen and the pain is real, but carrying guilt and grief indefinitely only cripples us, and love that has carried them through all these years. Above all may their love as family, the love of those who have been touched through their ministry, and the over-reaching love of Christ that joins us all carry them through this time of tragedy.
Wednesday, 21 May 2008
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It's a Parking Lot, People ...
... Not a park, for crying out loud! So says me as I sit behind the wheel of my mother's van and wait for the meandering agents to make their poking way across the parking lot from the training center to the main building. There are five of them - young men in their twenties and thirties. Kinda cute, I suppose, if it wasn't for the fact I was needing to get by and they were in no hurry at all.
Now, I'm normally not a violent person, but I found myself thinking ... I'm in a van - not my little Tiburon - and if I were to ... oh, I don't know ... hit the gas ...
But no; no, I do not entertain those thoughts longer than it takes them to pop into my irritated mind. Instead, I rev the engine just a bit - a warning before I honk at them - and thankfully they hurry up and let me pass. Yaay! Now I can go down and around and ... catch them on the rebound! Is this just NOT my morning? Oh well, this time around isn't as bad; they're facing me this time and quickly move out of the way so I can get to the open parking spots.
Friday, 09 May 2008
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Random Acts of Kindness ...
So there has been road construction this past week on I-70. Usually this wouldn't bother me because I'd go south on Stadium to get home - never have to even hit the interstate - but with me living at my parents this month, no such luck!
Rather than taking the bumper-to-bumper route of insanity, I tend to take the back scenic route - curvy and hilly and takes a while, but it's better than endless waiting! However, before heading out I made a stop at Panera to get a Ciabata loaf. Now, the Panera's south of town has these little loaves - about the size of your hand - for a little over seventy cents apiece. No such luck up north! There, the loaf is as long as my ARM, though only a dollar and a half. I opted out on this - it's not a bad price at all, but I just ddn't want that much bread - I DID want a drink, though, and not just a soda, so I bought a strawberry smoothie for the way home.
Well, the girl rang me up - she was real sweet and had been helpful (and understanding) about the loaves. And when she gave me my money back she asked one of the other girls to start the smoothie and announced she'd be "right back."
Right back from where? I glanced around and saw an elderly gentleman with a walker; I'd noticed him earlier - nice man and quiet, though he'd smiled and said hello as I took my place in line. He'd ordered a iced coffee and - would you believe it! The girl who had just rang me up picked up his drink and headed for the door where she waited patiently for him to make his way over.
Now, about this time I'm thinking, "How sweet, she's going to carry his drink out to one of the tables for him." So, I turned my mind to waiting on my smoothie to be finished. It dawned on me that she wasn't back yet ... maybe she was talking to the guy. Old men like to talk, even more when a young person is considerate.
By this time my smoothie is finished and the other girl is handing it over. Telling her thank you, I make my way to the door and see the first girl coming back - from the parking lot. She had walked the man's drink out to his CAR for him. And she looked happy and quite content about the deed, smiling and wishing me a good day as she headed back to her post.
Wednesday, 30 April 2008
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Long Time No Write
Wow, it HAS been a while, hasn't it? It feels like just yesterday I was camped out sick at my parents house and yet here I am, over two months later and living there again!
For those who didn't know, I am in the process of moving from my home of the past year and into a new home. Another rental and this time with a room-mate so that should be fun. The BIG difference for me is that it's an actual house this time around! A brick-structure duplex with a basement. To a Missouri girl used to thunderstorms and tornadoes, this as opposed to the trailer I'd been living in is a huge imporvement! I love my room-mate - we've been close friends for the past three years and I trust God will use this opportunity to continue our growing together in friendship and in fellowship - both with each other and with Him.
There will be some adjustments. Small bedrooms, no garage ... but the plusses to me far outweigh the minuses. I took my mom through the place Sunday and she was just in awe
Heard an interesting quote from an obituary at work that struck me - especially as I know some of the kids from one of the schools mentioned. Just let this show you that not all people today have forgotten what it means to show respect to others:"Near the graveside service, there was a Lacrosse game going on across the street," Jane said. "So we were hearing the cheers and such in the background. During the service after the gun salute and when they started playing 'Taps', I noticed it had gotten silent. We looked over and all the players had their helmets off and their hands over their hearts; as well as the spectators standing with their heads bowed. It was an amazing site. To a man who sat through every one of his sons games when they were in school, this was the ultimate respect. And respect for our family ... It's nice to see there are still respectful people in the world.
Hope you all have a wonderful day!
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