Sorry, that's incorrect

I was looking up plays, ballets, and comedy acts in our area. I researched a few and thought I'd check out ticket prices and seat options. I flew through Ticketmaster clicking on every show that looked like fun. One in particular I was very interested in, so I went ahead to check prices. I got all the way to the part where they ask you to enter a 'secret code' before proceeding. Apparently it's a word code that computers can't read or something like that. Well, I couldn't read it either. FOUR TIMES!! I capitalized every letter, and even got an inch away from my screen trying to read it! Each time I failed a new, very red, sentence appeared saying "I'm sorry that's incorrect, that is not the right code" and a new just as tough 'word jumble' would show up. They had so many squiggles behind the letters it looked like the alphabet threw up its spaghetti. 

I never found out pricing. Maybe it was a good thing. I got a great laugh out of myself. All I know is if you leave me a comment on this...be sure to get the word verification right. ;) The one above I thought was extremely hilarious. 

God bless America

Would you fight for something you love? They did...take some time to remember those who have served, and pray for those who are serving. 

Apple Hill

Here we are in Apple Hill! Pure silliness. If you click on 'em you get a close up. I love you girls!!

My Jeremy

My husband is amazing. He does just about everything but clean the toilet. He does the laundry, puts his dishes in the dishwasher, fixes the broken stuff, helps with dinner, is very affectionate, makes me crack up laughing, does things I can't do when I'm stuck here at work, and the list goes on and on......The big thing about all that is he never complains. I must say I'm extremely blessed. Not because of the things he does for me, but because of the man he is. He's going to be a great father to our kids someday. I can't wait.

This weekend is the men's retreat up at camp Alta. Please pray for Jer, and all the other guys going up. It'll be great once they get there, and a life-changing experience for some I'm sure of it. Check out Bridgewaychristian.org to hear our pastor Lance's podcasts.

Gotta love the fall

So I'm sitting at my desk looking outside my window. The sun is shining and today we have no clouds in sight. The office is extremely quiet being that it's a Friday. I decided to actually be productive a few minutes ago and make some afternoon phone calls. On my first one I started to hear a buzzing sound. Then some more buzzing sounds were getting closer as I was trying to leave a message. Pretty soon it sounds like a swarm of bees are right outside my office. I hang up the phone and look out into the street. There are 7 men all with leaf blowers in hand 'moving around' fallen leaves outside. Yes, 7 of them. They were all in a group of bright yellow t-shirts. 

The purpose of a leaf blower is a little silly if you ask me. Let the wind do the job.  I could see the frustration of trying to strategically place leaves in the same place they were yesterday. 

(So tomorrow me and the gals are headed up to Apple Hill! We plan on rainy weather but it's going to be awesome. Nothing like apples, pie, and spiced cider! I just hope some of the leaves are left on the ground)

Just let me say....

I do not like the doctor's office. No one really does, and if you do it's because you are paid to be there. I guess you wouldn't exactly 'want' to receive anything 'positive' from a doctor. I'd rather skip the knock on the knee, and that wooden Popsicle stick shoved in my face thank you. Could they just get rid of the scale? Oh and the plastic ear thing gets me every time! It's like a wet willy, only given by a skinny robot. They expect me to hear what my doc has to say after poking a hole in my eardrum? Maybe it's because I can't hear him over the loud crinkling of butcher paper under my butt. Give me some crayons or something that's a total waste of paper! It's also possible that sitting in a room for an hour looking at old dusty decorations, and models of body parts I 'do not' have would somewhat cause disturbance to my blood pressure. Thicker walls might be helpful also. I don't wanna know what's going on next door, because 9 times out of 10 he comes into my room and shakes my hand.  The magazines there scare me, but rather than count holes on the ceiling I'd like to zone out on a good story. However, that puts me at risk of catching the massive disease lurking on page 5. I despise the doctor's office. Today was no different. All I have to say "well done doc you got a co-pay today". 

Fun with words

I have some 'pondering' questions. 

• If you cease to be, then come alive, are you deceased?
• How do you get off a non-stop flight?
  
• Why do they call dwellings stuck together apartments?
  
• Isn't it odd that to tell time, you look at the hands on the face on your wrist?
  
• Can you orient yourself out west?
  
• Why are there inter-states in hawaii?
  
• Is it considered a bargain to by a violin with no strings attached?