The Bad Guys Always Wear Black

Quick question.   How many of you would open the door of your house and let two complete strangers in that look like this?

If I saw these guys at my door, I have no doubt I would not only not even go to the door, I'd be calling 911 before they even hit the front porch.

Now on the other hand, let's imagine another set of strangers that just might look like these guys.

Who would look at those two and hear that little voice in your head that tells you to be cautious?  Voices?  None, nothing, nada, zip. 

And so it went this morning for my father-in-law. 

A couple of normal looking guys come to the front door, which has security bars on it and fast talk their way into their very modest home.  They had a roll of linoleum.  My father-in-law can't hear that well and these guys managed to fast talk their way into the house.  I can only assume my father-in-law couldn't hear them and absentmindedly let them in the house.  They looked like normal guys, right?

The fast talking began and they claimed they were opening a store and one held up the linoleum roll while the second guy made his way into a spare bedroom and proceeded to go to the closet and steal a box of gold coins. 

Somewhere along the way, they found my mother-in-law and one of the "hope-you-burn-in-hell" men greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.  While the linoleum was still being shown to my father-in-law, he hears the front door shut.  Then the other guy leaves quickly, they jump in their car and they are gone in just a few short minutes.

I'm aching for my in-laws tonight.  The slap of reality that these two scum were in their house and knew right where to go within just minutes will leave them sleepless and scared for how many nights?  And the worry if they could be coming back, next time for something even worse.

Bob was just a few minutes away by the time his mother called.  He arrived as the police were still there.

Bob told the detectives that the guys had to know there was an elderly couple that lived there.  They knew the layout of the house and they knew where to look for the coins. 

Two weeks ago, they had cable installed and a week ago, another cable guy came back out to fix the signal.  When Bob mentioned that to the detectives, his mother said they didn't go into the bedroom.  Bob pointed out that the cable guy was there awhile and they could easily spend a few minutes without the constant eyes of my in-laws.

The cable guys have been the only strange guys in the house lately.  The more we've thought about it, the more we're convinced one of them may be working with these con artists.  He can tell them which are likely victims and where something of value may be. 

It was all too slick not to have had prior knowledge of the people, the house and the location of valuables.

It's a good reminder for us all to stay with repairmen, cable men, and strangers you have in your house all of the time they are there. 

These scum didn't just steal away with a few gold coins, they stole my in-laws' security, peace of mind and, I have no doubt, left my father-in-law feeling like a fool.  It just makes me sick.  But, they were very, very lucky that it was just a few coins and not some tragic event that we would have been hearing about on the news tonight.

Tonight, please say a little prayer for their continued safety and for some peace.

Coming Soon.......

From October through May. 

Florida Stone Crab Claws.

Right now, I'm imagining November 15th or 16th, I'll be enjoying a plateful of these babies, making a mess as I crack the claws.  Dipping and dripping them in warm butter. 

Best meal on the face of the planet.

Go Rest High on That Mountain

This wonderful woman finally went Home on Thursday evening.

While I thought that last post months ago was written on her final days, she rallied back like she had so many times before.

Last weekend we got a call from my husband's ex who told us Great Grandma had said she missed us. I'm thankful for that call. We went to see her last Sunday. She was so much more alert than I had seen her in months and she was so excited to see us.

She laughed, she cried, we laughed, we cried. Her arms were covered in the bruises from the IVs and I told her she looked like she was in a fight. She told me she had and she always WINS. God, I loved her spirit. What an inspiration. She told me that she would be 99 in January and she was going to make it. I believed her, although you could hear that her lungs just sounded tired.

I reached down to touch her hand and she smiled and held on for the entire time we were there.

She told us she would see us again "if not here, then in heaven." At that time her voice broke. Although her vision was almost gone, she looked back at Bob and said, "This stinker is going to be around a long time." We all laughed.

She talked about our grandkids, her great great grandkids. She missed them. She saw them alot when her granddaughter (Bob's ex) watched them before they were in school. She left this world with 20 grandchildren, 29 great grandchildren and 9 great great grandchildren. And us, not now legally related, only by the heart. I loved her and I could see her eyes light up when we would walk in the room. Divorce doesn't always end in broken relationships, sometimes it just adds to the family. I'm fortunate they allowed me that relationship with this wonderful wonderful woman.

I will miss her so.

So How Was Your Commute?

Luckily I got word early that my normal route to and from work would not be available.

Here's why...

Looks like that section of the interstate may be closed for weeks.  A tanker truck crashed below, taking out a support and weakening the steel beams. 

News reports indicate the truck driver was pulled from the truck just prior to the fire and a couple people have non-life threatening injuries/burns.  Keep them in your prayers.

How Well Do You Know Your Neighbors?

How much would you pay for a mailbox?


I mean a NICE mailbox. 

Bob (not MY Bob, but the one who used to live in the house across the street) ended up spending close to $1k for their mailbox.

Oh no, he never intended on spending that, but Bob made the mistake of not calling what is referred to around here as "Holey Moley".  See, even though we live in a rural community,  you are supposed to call Holey Moley a couple days in advance before digging on your property.  They come out and mark your property where the underground wires are buried.

Some distracted and/or drunk driver took out both our mailbox and Bob's.  So Bob decided to "plant" a really nice mailbox.  He dug and dug and dug.  At one point his wife was there with him, so I decided to tease them both a bit and took a cold beer from our fridge and walked it out to him while he repaired their mailbox.

A couple hours later I see a telephone truck driving V E R Y  S L O W L Y down our road.  Obviously they stop when they see fresh dirt.  Evidence. I checked our phone line and yep, it's working.  Not so much for the people on down the road from us.  Bob, the Neighbor get's a nice large bill from the phone company later.

We liked to tease him about his expensive mailbox.  Bob was the type of guy that you just had to love.  We told ourselves I don't know how many times that we needed to go out to dinner with them.  But life gets in the way and time moves on.

Bob always had a certain charm about him.  He and his wife had been married for years and you could just tell that he had spent his younger years having a bit too much to drink and getting into several bar fights along the way.  Bob's wife had spent those years somehow managing to tolerate his wild days and they had learned how to mature into a wonderful couple.  From the few times I talked with them, it was evident that Bob had settled down somewhat and  his wife loved him throughout.

They built a big house across the street from us along with 10 acres, installing not only a swimming pool, but digging a big pond, nearly lake size in the very back.  Their boys blessed with them 6 grandkids, at times living with them when they were between houses.  Bob and Betty lived for those grandkids.

In the summer, we would wave across the street when Bob was cutting his grass with his zero-radius turn tractor and in a heavy snowstorm, we would find the two of them in a pickup with a snowblade in our driveway, scraping the snow for us.  More than once, I would slip on some shoes and run Bob out a cold beer for the favor.

Three winters ago, we had a tremendous snow storm.  My company was closing, so I was working from home upstairs.  I heard the noise and I see Bob and Betty in his truck in our drive.  The snow was too deep and I was too busy to take him a beer.  The snow was so bad that Wednesday, they plowed our drive twice, along with everyone else's in the neighborhood. 

They had decided to build an even bigger home a few miles away.  We didn't want to see them go and they had trouble selling the house across from us.  It was right before the real estate downfall, but Bob wanted alot of money for the 10 acres and the house.  ALOT of money.  In the meantime, the new house was being built and Bob had his own plumbing business, specializing in new construction.  New construction was plummeting, houses (especially in the 3/4 million price range) weren't selling.  All in all, it was just plain bad timing. 

March 2007, I was fighting my own demons.  I had just spent 4 days in critical care with septic shock and was shocked at how quickly you can seem healthy and then be fighting for your life and not even realize it.

I was weak but recovering.  Bob and Betty moved to their new home and they got a last minute offer on their house across from us.  A few weeks later, the deal fell through.

At 9:30 p.m. while out celebrating my birthday in early April, I see my doc's name pop up on my cell phone.  An unexpected call from your doc at 9:30 on a Friday night can not be a good sign.

He's reading the reports from my hospital stay in March. The report has nothing to do with the septic shock, but a CAT scan they did while I was there.

"solid mass off the left ovary"

I know what that means.  I had listened to one of my closest friends for five years as her sister fought stage IV ovarian cancer.   I know "solid mass" is rarely good.

Short story.....I see my family doc, we schedule an appointment with my ob/gyn.  I wait to tell the rest of the family.

They had been shaken enough over my little "spell" of the septic shock, bacteremia, pyelonephritis episode just four weeks before.  There is no need to worry them over something (even if it's a solid mass) until I know what we're dealing with.

At the same time we were closing on some additional vacation property in Florida.  My company had shut down and I was talking with another company about a contract position.

But always in the back of my mind is the scary thought that I might have to tell my mother I have ovarian cancer.  I was still incredibly weak from the sepsis.  I would spend a day helping to get our new place put together, then I would be down for a couple days recovering from the energy it took out of me.

And when I would lay down, those dark thoughts would enter my mind.  How in the name of God would I tell my family, my MOTHER that I might have ovarian cancer.  I did not yet even have a diagnosis, but I still felt the guilt. 

So one bright sunny day while we were returning from the beach, Bob's phone rings from one of our neighbors.  Everytime we go through that intersection, I remember that phone call.  Bob, the Neighbor was dead.  It didn't make sense.  He was only 52, how can that be?

At first it seemed like a tragedy, but then more information came through. 

It seemed as though Bob may have gotten themselves into just a bit of financial trouble and with the retraction of the contract, he was even under greater stress.

He had spent the evening at their new home, gone outside to play with the dog, talked with a good friend, then drove to his office.

He wrote a note to both of his boys and one to his wife.  He called her and said he was not coming home.  Then he called 911 and said they would find someone dead at the office, hung up the phone and shot himself in the heart.

I had probably only talked with Bob the Neighbor a half dozen times in the dozen years he lived in the neighborhood.  He was so delightful, helpful and as I said, charming.  But you could also sense that there had always been a selfishness there too.   But no one, no one in the neighborhood would have ever guessed he would have done such a horrible thing to his wife, his sons, his grandkids who adored him and to US. 

Suicide is the ultimate selfish act. 

Tonight Bob and I drove home and looked over at their old house and cried and cursed Bob the Neighbor again.  And we barely knew him.

I was angry when we found out three years ago.  I had been spending days feeling guilty that I might have to tell my family I could have some deadly disease and here was some wonderfully, funny, selfish man who inflicted that horrible pain on his famly that will be etched into their very souls forever. 

I'm still angry.    How could you hurt your grandkids, how could you do that to your sons, how could you leave that pain and guilt on your wife and how is it that you never had a clue of the sadness your suicide would inflict on your friends and neighbors?    And Bob?  I'm sorry I didn't just run through the last of the 3 feet of snow and hand you a beer when you plowed our drive for the last time ever.   There will never be another snowfall that I don't regret not getting you that beer and I won't cuss you out anyway for doing something so selfish, painful and permanent.

Note To Self

When closing the liftgate on your SUV, check EVERYWHERE.

Including where your head is!

Excuse me while I go find the pain killers.

Let's Teach Our Kids Respect for America

Fishin' buddies

Have you ever met someone where there was an instant connection?

You know, within just a couple of minutes your souls bond and nothing....nothing on earth can change it. Not distance, not time, not age, not anything.

Sometimes I think God just sits upstairs and connects two souls just because it's a fun thing to do.

Here are two but for the grace of God would have never, ever met, but now they are related and not just in a family connection.

(Releasing the fish she caught.)


The same is true for her sister and me. There is just simply something there that can't be explained in earthly terms.

If you notice my tight grip on this little girl, I'm pretty sure I have needed her more than she's needed me.

Tony Stewart's Underwear

OK, I must be on a video streak, but this is just too funny. (Awwww, I hate it when the video overtakes the rest of the screen.)

Innovative Toys

Growing up, we had the most wonderful, exciting toys and games you can imagine. And that IS the word, isn't it? Imagine, Imagination?

No one had heard of video games, kids didn't sit in front of TV's watching cartoons. They were only on early on Saturday mornings, and I don't recall spending much time in front of the black and white, 4 channel TV.

So what did we do?

When I was born we lived in a "double" on Rural Street. They're called "duplexes" now. We moved out to the "country" when I was four, but I can still recall a little bit about living there. Our version of a playground was sliding down our stairs on our butts.

Over and over.

I'm surprised we didn't end up with splinters that would have been hard to explain.

Video games? I suppose the closest we came to that was when we would sit in front of our neighbors oven and stare at the little window and the light inside.

Ok, I have never claimed we were the brightest bulbs on the street.  But I do remember sitting in front of an oven that looked like this and thinking it was funny letting our mouths drop open and utter, "uhhhhhhh".  I don't know how my parents resisted hitting us upside our heads to make us stop.

We had a tiny backyard that was bare of grass.  I suppose when you have four little rugrats running around, there would be no way you could manage to keep a little grass growing back there.  My brother Mike loved it since he could spend hours creating roads in the dirt for his little cars.

Our neighbors who shared the half of the double had only one son.  At the time it seemed like they were rich.  Ricky had every toy you can imagine.  Of course we weren't allowed to play with them.  Not sure I can blame them, who would want 4 rugrats destroying your kid's toys.

Since my siblings were 6, 5 and 4 years older than me, naturally there were some toys that I was too little for. 

To this day, I can still remember the most coveted thing my siblings received. They each got a package of what I referred to as "Dick Tracy Sparkledy Paints". 

Of course I was not allowed to touch them.  But OH how I wanted them.

For my 50th birthday, my sister bought me a "sparkledy" paint kit.  It wasn't Dick Tracy, but it'll do. 

I am saving it for some special time when I can share it with some other little girl.

For those that think American Idol never produced any talent.

This one's for the guys.

My God, this woman is gorgeous and talented. I thought Bob was going to have a heart attack watching this video.

Have you no shame? Have you no decency?

This man's speech said it all.

How it Works

Let's say, you have been hired to do a job. 

Your job is to process papers and move them to the next area.

Intuitively, you know that processing papers would obviously entail that you process them correctly before moving them to Next Area.  You like your job, you are thorough, fast and accurate.

Along comes a great idea from Management.  They want to incent you to do your job better and quicker.

So they devise a plan.

The Compensation Plan for Processors.

"If Mr/Ms Processor processes the paperwork and it averages that 95% of the paperwork arrives to Next Area within 3 days in any given month, that said Processor will recieve an additional bonus compensation payable on the 15th."

Everyone hails the Great Plan. 

About three months into the Great Plan, something seemed to go wrong.  The overall goal in the Great Plan by Management was to actually finalize the ENTIRE transaction sooner, not just Processor time.

But what happened?  You could refer to it as the Great Unspoken Conspiracy Among Processors.

Mr/Ms Processor realized it didn't matter if Paperwork was complete or accurate or ready for Next Area.  And there was no Penalty Clause in the Great Plan for having Paperwork returned to Processor because it was either not complete or accurate.

The days to finalize the transaction actually increased rather than decreased.  And the Processor compensation not only did not suffer, but was rewarded.

Thus began what Big Bad Banking Company called enlightenment.

You Get What You Incent.

No quality standards within the Great Plan resulted in no quality. 

This account is a true story.  The names were changed to protect the innocent.

When we were still only 48.

Who couldn't love Red Skelton?  

I wish I had appreciated this time back "in the day".  And I wish we could have entertainers like this again.  

H/T to Beej.

SAFE

Joseph began his "career" as a clerk in a general store.  Three years later, he and a friend purchased 30 acres of land.  The purchase was what I guess you could call "profitable".

The next year Joseph and his partner started a dry goods store. 

But Joseph had what no other merchant in town possessed.

A safe.

The other merchants began leaving their money in Joseph's safe.  It became known as "the safest safe in town."

Twenty years later, he formally opened an official bank, in the middle of a Civil War.

Along the way, Joseph helped build toll roads, was a delegate to the Republican National Convention, and continued building several companies and routes from Indianapolis to Greenwood.

William G. Irwin, Joseph's son, after graduating from Butler University, began working as a cashier at Irwin Bank.  Eventually Will succeeded his father as President of the bank.

Clessie Cummins never made it past the 8th grade.

He was rural farm boy and eventually was hired.  As Will's driver and mechanic.

And you've likely heard of him although you may not know it.

While working for Will, he designed a new diesel engine.  So much for formal education.

Together they founded Cummins Engine in 1919.

Hugh Miller was hired as the Assistant Cashier of Irwin Bank and must have presumably courted and married Will's niece, eventually he followed up by becoming the President of Irwin Bank.  Their son, J.I. continued the family businesses and together with his sister set about making Columbus, Indiana a remarkable "small" town in the middle of nowhere. 

In 1954, J.I. created Cummins Foundation and funded world reknown architecture in the small town by the likes of Eero Saarinen, Eliel Saarinen, I.M. Pei, Kevin Roche and Richard Meier.  In Nov/Dec 2008's National Geographic Traveler's Magazine, Columbus was named 11th of 109 historic destinations.

Irwin Union Bank continued to grow.  When banking laws were changed in Indiana to allow branches outside of contiguous counties, Irwin was the first bank to purchase a bank.  Midwest National Bank had been a minority owned bank in downtown Indianapolis and was experiencing some difficulty.  Irwin purchased the bank, eventually selling it to Huntington Bank.  They also bought Inland Mortgage.  The bank and holding company were innovative, growing, prospering.  Inland Mortgage became very successful.

In 1990, J. I.'s son, Will became the Chairman and CEO of the bank holding company.  Will had been on the bank's board since 1985.  Becoming active in the management, Will did not immediately storm his way through the daily detail of actually running the company.  Instead, he would sit in management meetings and committee meetings and take long notes.  Some were impressed that he didn't waltz in the door and assume he knew how to manage the company on a day-to-day basis.

By the time J. I. and his wife passed away, they had amassed quite a fortune.  The Miller House had become a museum of sorts, designed by Saarinen and contained a collection that ended up at the Christie's Auction in London.

A single Monet painting was sold in 2008 for 80 MILLION DOLLARS.

Last Friday night, a few people dressed in business suits walked in the door at 5:30 p.m. and forever closed the doors of Irwin Union Bank.

If you're looking for an evil villian here, I can't help you.  There was no one looking to make a fortune.  In case you missed it, the fortune had already been made.

Did they make mistakes?  Of course.

Did they get involved with what is now considered "risky" real estate business?  In hindsight, absolutely.

But, I'm sure there are more than a few tears in this non-sleepy little town of 40,000.   It's not the end of a bank, it's the death of an era.

Tiara World

When my niece asked me to be her Matron on Honor several years ago, I was more than a little stunned and thrilled.  The thought still brings tears to my eyes.

The day she got married, she decided that all "the girls" in the wedding would have their hair done at a local beauty shop.  It seemed like it took forever to get her style done.  When it was about half way there, I was getting a little worried, it looked a bit odd, but by the time they were done it was absolutely beautiful. 

My sister had made her veil and the beautician only had to put the tiara part in her hair and the rest could be attached at the church.   So the bride and all the girls all walked back to the car.  My niece was driving and since it was mid-day, we thought we would run through McDonald's drive through.  The line was long, but we passed the time chit chatting like "girls" do right before a wedding.  We finally made it up to order and then slowly poked along getting up to the window to pay.

My niece went to hand the lady the money and the lady said, "Oh, you don't owe anything."  We were all confused.  She said, "The car ahead of you already paid." 

We see a white SUV pulling away.  My niece says, "But we don't know them."  "Well, they paid for your meal."

What a sweet memorable gesture.  And now, several years later we still talk about how some wonderful stranger apparently saw "the bride" behind her in line and decided to give the bride an unexpected gift.

My niece said, "Cool, we should always wear tiaras."

Fast forward to a couple months ago.

My niece is in the middle of adopting two wonderfully sweet girls.  The littlest one thinks she's a princess and wore a tiara during one of the visits to my sisters.  When it had fallen off her head, I stuck it on mine.  It didn't take long before I completely forgot about it.  I usually stick my sunglasses on my head and it's really easy to forget. 

Several hours later we were about to leave for a restaurant and someone mentioned my tiara.  THANK GOD.  Someone else said they should have just not mentioned it to me.  Nice.

Then my niece related a recent story.  She was at home and had also taken her new daughter's tiara and stuck it on her head, completely forgetting it was there.

Hours later when she came in from mowing the lawn, she saw herself in the mirror.

Imagine what the neighbors thought.

H/T to Thoughtsofaregularguy.

I Love This Dad

What a CATCH!  I just love the way he hugs his baby girl after she does the unthinkable.



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Chaplain Mychal Judge

Another Reminder: Heroes are NOT from Hollywood or DC.

Letters From Home

No, This was NOT because I am Blonde.

When we first decided to join the church I referred to in my last post, they had a dinner one night at the church for the new members. 

While few of our friends can believe it, Bob and I are actually still shy, especially when we are in a big crowd of people we don't really know.  One on one, no one can detect it, but it's really difficult when we are invited to a group where we don't know anyone or only know a handful of people.

So we go to this dinner and just inside the front door was a table where we were to write out our names on nametags.  Having to write a nametag evokes some bad demons on those of us that have that closet shyness that they desperately try to hide from everyone. It immediately signals that "fight or flight" syndrome meaning that to stay after that point will mean we actually have to speak and think of something to say

There were a couple dozen tables past that where we were to sit.  As I was starting to fill out my nametag, Troy suddenly appeared and he and Bob were talking away. 

I handed Bob the marker to write his name and he told me to just fill it out for him.  He does that alot, so I didn't think much about it.  I was listening to Bob and Troy and I began to fill out his nametag without actually paying much attention to what I was doing. 

If you've ever had a little bit of shyness (which as I said, people find it really hard to believe either of us are now), you'll realize that you spend alot of time worrying about where you'll sit, who you will sit with, what you will say.  It's silly, really.  I compensate for it by trying my darndest to remember that everyone likes it if you just ask them questions about themselves and you just start a conversation.

It's still not something I like to do. 

So, anyway.  I'm listening to Bob and Troy and I'm wondering where we'll sit and if we'll just be out of place and etc, etc etc.

Then I hear Bob ask me slowly (and not exactly quietly), "W H A T  

A R E  Y O U  D O I N G?"   I'm confused by his question and then I look down at where he is looking, which is where I am writing his nametag. 

I swear, I looked at my hand like it was an alien hand or possessed (which isn't a good thing in a church).

At the tips of my fingers was the nametag and a black marker with some weird hand that had just written:

G e o    

and the possessed hand was just about to write an R.  I was writing the name George on Bob's nametag.  I'm pretty certain that my eyes bugged out of my head kinda like that Twilight Zone(movie) episode of the creature on the wing of the plane. 

Let me be clear. 

I really don't know a George.  Well at least not for years and years.  I don't work with a George, we have no George's in our family.  I have no freakin' clue as to why my weird possessed hand was writing the name George. 

We ended up sitting with Pastor Jesse and his wife for the dinner and we were to tell things about ourselves (which is also a horrible thing to have to do for us closet shy people).  So I told the story about the George nametag.  The quickest way for me to get over feeling awkward in front of people I don't know is to tell a ridiculous story about myself (you would think that would be the opposite, wouldn't you?)

So Pastor Jesse loved calling Bob George after that.  It was one of the first times we had interacted alot with Pastor Jesse other than him welcoming us to the church every Sunday and it was quite an ice breaker.  And since the story got around quickly, many people couldn't remember what his real name was.

What Kind of Church?

Several years ago, Troy worked with my brothers and husband for a big retailer.  We knew Troy was what some people would label, "Very Religious".  All I knew was that he was part of a church that consisted of around 10 people who met in their houses.

So, I remember wondering, what kind of church has 10 people and meets in houses?  Seemed really kinda weird at the time.  But I knew Troy and he and his wife were very very nice people.  So if they seemed to have a strange religion, who am I to judge.

And Troy was never pushy with his religious beliefs, he was just kind and wonderful to everyone, whether they followed his beliefs or not.

Troy and his fellow church members met for a few years and their membership of "whatever" church kept growing, eventually growing big enough that Troy quit his job with Big Retailer to become a Youth Minister of this church.  I remember his going away party.  It was heartfelt as Troy had touched all of the people he worked with, especially my husband.

About 17 years ago, Troy's Whatever Church outgrew their house meetings and began to look for a "real" building to meet.  They prayed about finding a place and happened upon a strip mall that had some open space that was owned by "Locally Owned Big Grocer".   They called Mr. Big Grocer's business and asked about leasing the space.   Mr. Big Grocer's man said the rent would be $7,500. per month.

By then Whatever Church had a real name and their membership was growing, FAST.  But this was a local community and that rent was not within reach, which they informed the owner's agent.  The agent said he would check on something and get back with them.  In the meantime, Troy and the other Pastors began to pray about what they should do.  The members prayed about what they should do.

A few days later the agent called them and said that if they would pay the utilities for the property, they could occupy the empty space.  Which they did.  For FIFTEEN years, growing and growing all along.  Taking up more and more of the retail space.  All of which was rented by only paying the utilities.

We went to one of the services at the strip mall about 10 years ago, along with my brothers when we heard that Troy was going to be giving the sermon.  It seemed to have a lot of life and a nice band and interestingly enough, it was not some weird religion that I had envisioned when I had heard of it years before.

Three years ago this church had been able to save enough from the free rent and the generous donations of their ordinary members to build their own church.

We decided to go to the grand opening service. 

What we found was amazing. 

The lobby of the building was gorgeous and inviting.  The "auditorium" had three huge video screens and soft comfortable seating.  Having grown up Catholic, this was a far cry from the wooden benches and the punishing "kneelers" that were in the Catholic Churches in the 1960's.

The place was packed.  We arrived early and found seats as more and more and more people entered.  The auditorium will hold around 800 people and it was quickly filling up for the first service.  We were greeted at our seats by a kindly old gentleman who introduced himself as Pastor Jesse.

He was making his rounds shaking hands, giving hugs and welcoming members and "Just Visitors" like us.

Suddenly we heard a familiar voice behind us looking for seats.  It was Troy and his wife.  We had not told them we were coming, and you could tell they were delighted to see us.  Then everyone stood as the church band began.

We had never listened to contemporary Christian music and were amazed at how incredible the band sounded and the main singer blew us away.  We were even more blown away when the music was done and the singer walked up to the microphone and began his message.  He was not only the main singer, he was the Senior Pastor.

We had gone out of curiosity.  Pastor Mark began to talk what seemed like a message directed to us.  The big screens showed a video that not only brought chills to my arms, but tears to my eyes.  The next week would continue the series message and we were hooked.

Within just a few months, we began the classes to become official members.  The next August, they held the first baptism in "the pond" that was built outside.  There were over 100 people that "got dunked" in the pond that day and we were among them, with Troy holding onto Bob as we went under. 

He gave us both a big hug, while standing waist high in the water and finally said to me, "I have been praying about this for years."  He never pushed his faith on anyone, but just quietly prays over those he loves.
 

Sadly, last year, we lost Pastor Jesse.  It left a big hole in our hearts and a loss we still feel every Sunday, not having him greet us with a big hug. 

So Troy's "Whatever Church" was not some weird cultist backward church.

It was and is a simple "interdemonational" church who gear their message to the unchurched.  They do not have saints attending on Sundays.  They have just plain old ordinary sinners.

They don't offer judgment, and yet they do not sacrifice God's Word to appeal to the masses.  They appeal to the masses by being simple true Christians.   And "we" have now already outgrown this new huge building. 

I'm sure it was not even dreamed about when they started the church in their homes.  But I'm glad they had a vision that I could not have fathomed.

God, I Just Have ONE Question.

Ok, that's not entirely true.  I have alot of questions, but this one is on my mind tonight.

If heaven is better than the feeling of having two little arms wrapped around my heart, can we all just cut to the chase and get there already? 

 

Guess Who?

Gotta Love Those Family Get Together's

I love having family gatherings. It's so much fun! The following email was "stolen" from emailsfromcrazypeople.com.

THANK GOD, my family is not like this, but I know there are some out there that are close.

So I found an imaginary family holiday pic to go with the email from some psycho party planner.

From: Marney

As you all know a fabulous Thanksgiving Dinner does not make itself. I need to ask each of you to help by bringing something to complete the meal. I truly appreciate your offers to assist with the meal preparation.

Now, while I do have quite a sense of humor and joke around all the time, I COULD NOT BE MORE SERIOUS when I am providing you with your Thanksgiving instructions and orders. I am very particular, so please perform your task EXACTLY as I have requested and read your portion very carefully.

If I ask you to bring your offering in a container that has a lid, bring your offering in a container WITH A LID, NOT ALUMINUM FOIL! If I ask you to bring a serving spoon for your dish, BRING A SERVING SPOON, NOT A SOUP SPOON! And please do not forget anything.

All food that is to be cooked should already be prepared, bring it hot and ready to serve, warm or room temp. These are your ONLY THREE options. Anything meant to be served cold should, of course, already be cold.

HJB—Dinner wine

The Mike B Family
1. Turnips in a casserole with a lid and a serving spoon. Please do not fill the casserole all the way up to the top, it gets too messy. I know this may come as a bit of a surprise to you, but most of us hate turnips so don’t feel like you a have to feed an army.
2. Two half gallons of ice cream, one must be VANILLA, I don’t care what the other one is. No store brands please. I did see an ad this morning for Hagan Daz Peppermint Bark Ice Cream, yum!! (no pressure here, though).
3. Toppings for the ice cream.
4. A case of bottled water, NOT gallons, any brand is ok.

The Bob B Family
1. Green beans or asparagus (not both) in a casserole with a lid and a serving spoon. If you are making the green beans, please prepare FOUR pounds, if you are making asparagus please prepare FIVE pounds. It is up to you how you wish to prepare them, no soupy sauces, no cheese (you know how Mike is), a light sprinkling of toasted nuts, or pancetta, or some EVOO would be a nice way to jazz them up.
2. A case of beer of your choice (I have Coors Light and Corona) or a bottle of clos du bois chardonnay (you will have to let me know which you will bring prior to 11/22).

The Lisa B Family
1. Lisa as a married woman you are now required to contribute at the adult level. You can bring an hors d’ouvres. A few helpful hints/suggestions. Keep it very light, and non-filling, NO COCKTAIL SAUCE, no beans of any kind. I think your best bet would be a platter of fresh veggies and dip. Not a huge platter mind you (i.e., not the plastic platter from the supermarket).

The Michelle B Family
1. Stuffing in a casserole with a serving spoon. Please make the stuffing sans meat.
2. 2.5-3 qts. of mashed squash in a casserole with a lid and serving spoon
3. Proscuitto pin wheel – please stick to the recipe, no need to bring a plate.
4. A pie knife

The June D Family
1. 15 LBS of mashed potatoes in a casserole with a serving spoon. Please do not use the over-size blue serving dish you used last year. Because you are making such a large batch you can do one of two things: put half the mash in a regulation size casserole with lid and put the other half in a plastic container and we can just replenish with that or use two regulation size casserole dishes with lids. Only one serving spoon is needed.
2. A bottle of clos du bois chardonnay

The Amy M Family (why do I even bother she will never read this)
1. A pumpkin pie in a pie dish (please use my silver palate recipe) no knife needed.
2. An apple pie in a pie dish, you can use your own recipe, no knife needed.
Looking forward to the 28th!!
Marney

HTML Hell

I write very specifically.

I know when I want to start a new paragraph for emphasis.

So why is it that Blogging For Idiots decides that my hitting the Enter key twice is NOT starting a new paragraph?

Or that hitting the Enter key twice require 20 freakin' spaces in the blog?

I do not write HTML. I really don't want to learn it even though I'm fairly technical.

But every stinkin' time I add a pic, Blog For Idiots messes up my paragraphical skills.

Finally tonight, I just got sick of it and did a quick google search.

UPDATE: Ooops, I forgot that if I typed the html code it would ACTUALLY put in a paragraph instead of the code. DUH.

< "P" > Without the spaces or quotation marks.

Duh.

Was that so freakin' hard? Really?

If I can do it, I know Blogging For Dummies site should be able to.

And to top it off? I was trying to put the < "P" > in the labels and it just told me that < "P" > was not allowed!!!

Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

Mom had an ancient old van that had traveled all over the country in it's day. May have been worth $500. It had gotten to the point where she was afraid to drive it anywhere far by herself and my brother had gotten a "wild hair" for her to get a new car.

She ended up getting an absolutely great deal, but she felt a little sad that the old van was going to be destroyed.

She got one of the first deals on the Cash For Clunkers and waltzed out of the dealership with a nifty Ford Focus.

I'll admit this was one idea that I first thought made sense. I could see that it got some people to buy new cars who weren't quite in the market yet, it generated a ton of business for the car dealerships, got more fuel efficient cars on the road and even made business for the junk yards.

By Friday of the first week, the small dealership where she bought it was suspending their program. They had over $50k in outstanding cash, even though they had made sure they followed every detail of the plan. There simply was no one to process all the claims and give the dealers their cash quickly.

What kills most small business is NOT a lack of profit, it's the lack of cash WHEN you need it. You can make a huge profit, but if you don't have the cash when it's due, you will fail.

Then I started feeling it at home.

You see, Bob has a little side business. He buys a few trade-ins and sells them retail. Most of the cars he sells will retail under $5k. You know, the kind most American's buy for their kids' first cars. You know, the kind of car that was being traded-in for the Cash For Clunkers deals. He knows alot of the dealers and car guys. They are all hurting. Badly.

The dealerships that were participating are out of cash, the people that need some cheap car for their kids or themselves cannot find any decent used cars and the small dealers who profit from the trade-ins now have no inventory.

But Mom sure looks good tooling around in her new Ford Focus and we don't have to worry so much about her being out on the road with unreliable transportation.

Bicycles and Sewing Machines

Imagine that you don't live in some comfortable suburb or city in America.

Imagine that you were born in a country with extreme poverty.

Imagine that your house looks like this:



Imagine that you are a young girl born into a family of 9 other children.

Imagine that your father has TB and your mother has no method of feeding the family today.



Now imagine you are the mother and you have no idea how you are going to feed your children TODAY, much less tomorrow or next week.

You are desperate. What would you do? How far would you go to be able to simply feed your family?

Then imagine that there is a way for your family to eat. There is quick cash to be had, enough to feed your family a long time.

Someone offers to buy something from you. The only valuable asset you own.

Your daughter.

Sitting in my lazy boy, watching TV, keeping out of the heat by running the air conditioning, it is SO incredibly easy to judge.

No way in hell, right?

But.....I know I have enough food in my house to eat for weeks if I had to. I don't have an entire family wondering how I will feed them.

I'd really like to judge a mother who would make that choice, but God knows I have absolutely no right to judge anyone. Well, EXCEPT for the evil one who wants to buy the girl and the even more evil pedophiles who will travel halfway around the world to have sex with a little girl.

My family's interest in Cambodia began just a few years ago when my nephew and some of his international friends decided to visit Thailand and Cambodia on vacation.

While the group was there, they pooled their money together and bought several supplies and toys and delivered them to a children's hospital. The Administrator was from Rhode Island and was extremely grateful for the badly needed supplies.

The next year I received a snail mail letter from a very good friend of mine who said she was going to Cambodia on a mission trip to visit a place called Rapha House.

Rapha House provides shelter for young girls who have been rescued from the perverted sex trade industry that is prevalent throughout Cambodia.

We, as a family, decided we would pull together some "loose change" to send along with Debbie and the group. I delivered $300 in cash to her just a couple days before she was leaving. She asked me what my family wanted her to do with it.

I told her that we were not putting any restrictions on the money. We trusted that God would direct her in how it should be spent. And that He did.

While there she was talking with Stephanie Freed, the Director of Rapha House along with the staff. They told her that education was difficult in Cambodia. Most young girls do not go on to the 8th grade. Not having been told that Debbie had some uncommitted cash along, Stephanie told Debbie that they teachers had been going through training about how to incent the young girls to continue their education.

Apparently having a bicycle is not only a means of transportation, but a status symbol. The training had discussed how using incentives could persuade some girls to continue on to the 8th grade. Rapha House had decided that they would promise the girls at the end of 7th grade they would be provided bicycles if they continued their education. Stephanie explained they didn't yet know how they would afford the bicycles, but that was the plan.

Debbie asked how many they needed. Five. Then she asked how much they cost. $50. Debbie looks over at her daughter who had accompanied on her trip. She thought, "Five bicycles and one to sit in the hall of Rapha House as a reminder for the next year's class."

It was then that she told Stephanie about the $300 in cash.

And so began what our family calls The Cambodia Bicycle Club.

After Debbie returned and told us about what became of our small contribution, we decided that we, as a family could easily support this on a continuing basis. So, whenever we get together, we have a small bag with a brass bicycle ornament where anyone can toss in some extra dollars throughout the year. The amounts really are very small and yet can make a big difference in the lives of a few girls each year.

Fast forward to a few months ago.

Debbie's husband, who swore he would never go on a mission trip felt called to go this year.

Again, we pooled our money together, separate from the Bicycle Club and sent Clint on his way with an extra $300 in cash.

There he met the mother I referred to above. It's a family at risk of feeling forced to sell their young daughter into the sex trade industry so the rest of the family could simply have food.

The host family he was staying with explained you cannot simply hand the family money. The real problem is the lack of ability to be able to support themselves.

As they say, "....Teach a man to fish..."

They explained that if the mother had access to a sewing machine, she could make a living and support her family.


Sewing machine. $250.
Supplies. $ 50.

So Clint knew exactly where the $300 was to go.

They bought the sewing machine, putting it in the host's family's house to keep it from being sold or stolen.

Here is the mother from the story above.

$300. That's all it was. $20 here and there out of our spare change while we sit in our comfortable houses.

We don't even notice the little bit of cash each of us contributed.

But someone in Cambodia does. One woman will be able to feed her family.

And at least one little girl won't be sold to the sex trade industry.

My House is on Fire, But Don't Come Over

Last night, Mom calls my sister, who literally lives 90 seconds away.

"My house is on fire, but don't come over."

OK, who in their right mind would say, "Ok, talk to you later, mom."? Obviously my sister and brother-in-law went right over.


Mom was out on her large covered back porch when the lightning struck. Not realizing the roof/antenna was actually hit, mom was not aware the fire was smoldered in the attic for a few hours.
Luckily a neighbor noticed that her roof "looked hot" around 7 or so and went over to tell her.


Some electrical damage, carpet burnt where a hot outlet "popped out" of the socket and still assessing the damage to all of the electronics and appliances. House intact, as is Mom, thank God.


Yes, she was very lucky. That morning a guy I work with got a call that his house was on fire from lightning from the same storm, destroying the entire thing.

Crazy storms throughout Indiana yesterday.

Losing My Husband

We've been married 18 years.

And yet, in one short weekend he fell for another girl.

Oh, it was so obvious from the moment he saw her. No one could mistake that look.

She's used to wrapping men around her little finger. At first she tried to play hard to get. And she even started out getting me to participate in her little scheme of capturing my husband's heart.

She whispers in my ear, "Tell Michael I'm afraid of vacuum cleaners."

I was confused, there was no Michael (yet) in the house. I said, "Who's Michael?" She points her tiny fingers at Bob.

I said, "That's not Michael, that's your new Uncle Bobby."

She whispers again,, "Tell Uncle Bobby I'm afraid of vacuum cleaners." I told him, even though there were no vacuum cleaners in sight and I'm not sure why that tidbit was important.

Yes, he fell in love, actually with two girls. As did I.

I mean, do you know anyone who couldn't fall in love with this smile?

Or these eyes?

Yeah, I lost my husband this weekend. Two sweet precious girls stole his heart away while I was distracted with them stealing mine.