Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
And herein do I exercise myself, to have always a conscience void to offence toward God, and toward men
I want to help, but she has to help herself first. I can't force her to get things right with God. I did have to tell on her about something else and I felt terrible, but I knew I couldn't keep it to myself. Too bad I didn't do it with the first thing. I know, this is probably a rather confusing post. I have to be general, but I like getting my thoughts down. I'm praying for her, encouraging her, but I don't think anything is getting through right now. She doesn't want it to get through.Please pray for me to have wisdom in this. It's not like I can avoid her (not that I'd want to) because we live together in the dorm and then we work together as well. ***sigh***
On a lighter note, I went to see some fireworks last night. They were decent. I did meet up with a friend and her family and then had lunch at her house this afternoon. From my understanding, there is a small festival-type thing in town every Fourth of July. This was my third year attending and my first one without it being considered a "college activity" and being required to stay in large groups. I think I enjoyed much better this year than the past two just because it wasn't with the college.
I spoke with one of the girls I will be living with when I move to Virginia. She seemed very nice. She let me know which things I would need to bring and other stuff not to worry about. All I have to worry about is my bedroom furniture. I'm thinking about looking for a loft bed, a mattress, a desk, a dresser, and a night stand. I was told my room is a 10'x 12' and I have a closet! Ok, I'm excited about having a "real" closet. The closet in the dorm is not really what one would think of as a closet and then I did not have one at the house I lived at before I left for college (it was a metal box, more or less, and it was my dad's). The only thing is, I need to find these items after I get to VA. That might pose a small problem. I registered on the local FreeCycle and I was just informed of CraigsList today. I'll be checking that as well. I'll be praying the Lord provides because I do not have the means of buying those items (well, not at store price, but at a yard sale price, possibly). I was also informed that it would be wise to have an AC window unit for my room. I think my dad can get me one of these fairly easily.
Well, I must get going. I have to work in a little bit. I actually have extra to do tonight. My boss called me asking if I could do a favor. The guy who usually does the service floor of the dealership we clean (my roomie and I clean the showroom) is not able to make it out tonight since his car can not be picked up from the shop until tomorrow and his rental ended today. I did give him a call and he told me all I would need to worry about is the trash. Not too bad, I think. I did agree to do it. My boss told me to do it while I am already going to be there (between 9:30 and 12:00) instead of making a separate trip at 2:30 in the morning.
I do hope all you had a great day yesterday as well as today.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Doc read this in Sunday School this past Sunday and I wanted to share it with you if you have not heard it already:
Lt. Tom Cotton writes this morning from Baghdad with a word for the New York Times:
Dear Messrs. Keller, Lichtblau & Risen:
Congratulations on disclosing our government's highly classified anti-terrorist-financing program (June 23). I apologize for not writing sooner. But I am a lieutenant in the United States Army and I spent the last four days patrolling one of the more dangerous areas in Iraq. (Alas, operational security and common sense prevent me from even revealing this unclassified location in a private medium like email.)
Unfortunately, as I supervised my soldiers late one night, I heard a booming explosion several miles away. I learned a few hours later that a powerful roadside bomb killed one soldier and severely injured another from my 130-man company. I deeply hope that we can find and kill or capture the terrorists responsible for that bomb. But, of course, these terrorists do not spring from the soil like Plato's guardians. No, they require financing to obtain mortars and artillery shells, priming explosives, wiring and circuitry, not to mention for training and payments to locals willing to emplace bombs in exchange for a few months' salary. As your story states, the program was legal, briefed to Congress, supported in the government and financial industry, and very successful.
Not anymore. You may think you have done a public service, but you have gravely endangered the lives of my soldiers and all other soldiers and innocent Iraqis here. Next time I hear that familiar explosion -- or next time I feel it -- I will wonder whether we could have stopped that bomb had you not instructed terrorists how to evade our financial surveillance.
And, by the way, having graduated from Harvard Law and practiced with a federal appellate judge and two Washington law firms before becoming an infantry officer, I am well-versed in the espionage laws relevant to this story and others -- laws you have plainly violated. I hope that my colleagues at the Department of Justice match the courage of my soldiers here and prosecute you and your newspaper to the fullest extent of the law. By the time we return home, maybe you will be in your rightful place: not at the Pulitzer announcements, but behind bars.
Very truly yours,
Happy Fouth of July!
Sunday, July 02, 2006
I go in the junior church class after choir is dismissed. Well, everything started out normal...As bathroom break began, we smelled something really rank. It had to have been one of the diapered kids. I look around and then spotted her (Alexia): covered in poop! EWWW!!! On her hands, legs, shoes, and outfit. GROSS! She smeared it on one of the chairs. I grabbed her arms and held them away from her and everything else while another lady went around trying to get up the poop from the carpet. The other two ladies were taking the non-diapered kids to the bathroom. When they returned, one of those ladies and I took Alexia to the bathroom and cleaned her up and changed her clothes. The we realized: her diaper was not messy or even wet for that matter. She was not our culprit! She was a victim!The culprit was found out (Inky...well, that is what we people at church/on bus call her since her family calls her Stinky...I wonder why...). Inky was sent to church (she is a bus kid) without wearing a diaper. She is not potty trained. That is recipe for disaster!
I'll be helping in the library later for the summer reading program for the kids. That'll be fun.
My mom called me yesterday and left a message on my VM. She told me Golden Homes Health Care Agency called for me. Did they not realize that the application they had was at least 5 years old? I put in the app when I graduated high school. I did one small job for them and they didn't call me for another one for 5-6 months. Then they try to call 5 years later like I'm sitting around at home waiting for them? lol... That's funny! My mom wanted to provide me with a laugh and that worked! We did laugh about it. I guess it's good to know they still have my app on file...I guess.