Shar and Vern just got back
from Hawai`i, and yesterday, Shar was at the office with a gold-wrapped box of
dipped shortbread cookies from Hilo's Big Island Candies for
DH and me.
Shortbread cookies are our favorites, but
a cookie apiece goes a long way for us. I knew if I brought
the box home, the cookies would likely go stale.
When I arrived at the
office this morning, the first order of business was to divide up the
cookies, put them into white paper packages, and scribble this
message: Please take these home for your family to enjoy. These are from
I passed out the
packages, and was surprised that there was an extra package of
cookies. It sat on my desk all morning.
angels must have known Jenn was coming over to visit. So when Jenn showed up
-- out of the blue -- at noon, I knew the extra bag of cookies was meant for her and her
boys. In her
arms was her newest son, Kev. I was meeting him for the first time.
What a sweet and joyful bouncing baby
Jenn said she was
initially disappointed with the males-only -- "My Three Sons"
--- outcome. She quickly got over it. Watching Jen
interacting with Kev with a loving gaze and, knowing the powder-puff, goodhearted person she is,
I know Kev is going to be very much loved.
Kevin is exactly meant to
be here as the third son. For his baby gift, we are getting him his very own photo album. This third son will have his infant and toddler
snapshots in his very own album.
It's amazing what a
cursory search of the Net will yield. According this
article on Folk Wisdom, if Jenn & Rob decide to try
again for that baby girl, Rob needs tidy whities, Jenn
should be having more chocolates, and both should be eating more
veggies. And here's
what the scientists say.
I were discussing smoking cancer sticks. He has been trying
so hard to quit, but just can't seem to give it up. His
chest has been hurting lately, and he feels short of breath.
I shared with him how
DH and I
once (foolishly) smoked, and how a
cadaver gave me the gift of
resolve and we were both able to quit. I also reminded him that
Kristin would kill him, if he died of lung cancer.
I hope he will
make the call to 1-800-NOBUTTS. I'm praying with him
that he will quit. It's a tough habit to kick.
Shaq Magic and I had
lunch. He is loving his computer classes, in stark contrast
to six months ago, when he was totally discouraged. We've
know each other for more than ten years, when he was working at
Nordstrom's and driving his red Mustang. Today, he showed me
his two week old, black Lexus SUV.
Cia thinks he's
"kinda flaky." I think I know how that's possible. I thought so, too, at
first. These days, I see a young man,
who is finding his way, learning slowly but surely, about
integrity and respect, intrinsic values, and earned skills.
Shaq admires his 55 year old apple-growing father in Washington
state; I've never met his father, but I admire him, too. He has
done a fine job of being a single parent of a son, who will soon
find his own intrinsic value, self-respect, and honesty, God
Today, we were gifted
-- out of the blue -- with not one, but two huge, silver
Panasonic TVs with built-in VCRs and DVDs.
Pennies from Heaven?
No, we get TVs. Our Hawaii video tapes
that we play in the office have never looked so good.
I've never had a DVD
experience, and Doni says he'll be bringing one in so I can
view it on one of these TVs.
Thedean O told
me that Steph O, her daughter, is ready to come back from
college in Hawai`i. I told her that no doubt she's
missing her mother, who is also her best friend, during the most
stressful time in the history of humankind.
I told her to
tell Steph that, according to one news report, Canada and Hawai`i
are considered to be two of the safest (from terrorism)
places. Hopefully, Steph will stick it out for a semester.
I met a pint-sized
today. Doris Firstgarden's six year old son. Already
speaking in complicated scientific jargon, he must have an IQ of at
asked what he'd like to be when he's done with school. First,
he said, "Scientist." Then he said, "I take
that back, I think I'll be a paleontologist or an
Most kids come in and
pop the cartoon videos into the VCR, while they wait for their
parents. Not this young fellow. He was reading a
book. A thick book.
He's the ultimate
Poindexter. Now we can leash all that brilliance for the
good. We already know what happens when genius is unleashed
for the bad: OBL.
Yve Twain is going
to Korea with a few friends -- to go shopping at Itewan. Her mom
in Ohio is worried sick that she'll be flying, but Yv is determined to
Yve had me guffawing:
She's the highest paid hourly worker, she said, and at a recent meeting,
her boss told her that he thought she was gutsy. He told her she had
more "balls" than his (male) execs. She replied,
"You'd better believe it. My balls are bigger [as she cupped
her breasts] than theirs, and lots closer to my brain."
Yve's daughter, Kari,
upon hearing that the bombings of Kabul had begun, quipped:
"They should be bombing them with estrogen. Those terrorists
have way too much testosterone."
Out of the mouth of babes!
My work is far boring.
"Life is a Gift."
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