I think I'm bringing back the blog.
I've missed it. I might have things to say...things to report...excitement of the highest order...or I might not. You'll just have to swing by to find out! :)
3.05.2007
4.12.2006
Teddy Bear Tea Party
Winthrop's own "Big Stuff" mingles with the kiddies. He's an eagle. With a basketball jersey. 
3.29.2006
3.15.2006
A Little Patch of Sunshine
My dog, Tink (aka "Stink" depending on what she's eaten), loves to lie in the front doorway. Why? There, in the morning hours between 9 and 11:30 or so, she finds a little patch of sunshine. A place where she can soak up the rays, stay warm and cozy, and sleep peacefully. She will lie there until she is panting from the heat, and I have to remind her to go lap up water before she croaks.
Don't we all crave a little patch of sunshine...that place where we feel cozy and warm, where we have the peace to rest, and forget about even the most basic of needs?
She is lying there now...only disturbed by the potential to get a treat from an incoming husband. She looks peaceful and hopeful...another lovely day of sleeping and eating and some petting too.
That's the life, kids. A little patch of sunshine. I find it mostly in God...when I'm right with him, and I know that He is in control and will take of things. Something reminds me about "Be still and know..." or as Pastor J-Mart quoted a few weeks back from another version, "Cease striving and know that I am God." (Psalm 46:10) And so many times I forget, and strive on my own...trying to work every problem out in my own little futile brain. I need to remember the Tink and find my place in the doorway and let the Lord shine down on me.
Have a little patch of sunshine day. (I'm really resisting the urge to go for the Christian cliche here, and write a little patch of SONshine...GROAN! But I didn't do it...see? I'm still cool...yeah. I am. Darn it.)
Don't we all crave a little patch of sunshine...that place where we feel cozy and warm, where we have the peace to rest, and forget about even the most basic of needs?
She is lying there now...only disturbed by the potential to get a treat from an incoming husband. She looks peaceful and hopeful...another lovely day of sleeping and eating and some petting too.
That's the life, kids. A little patch of sunshine. I find it mostly in God...when I'm right with him, and I know that He is in control and will take of things. Something reminds me about "Be still and know..." or as Pastor J-Mart quoted a few weeks back from another version, "Cease striving and know that I am God." (Psalm 46:10) And so many times I forget, and strive on my own...trying to work every problem out in my own little futile brain. I need to remember the Tink and find my place in the doorway and let the Lord shine down on me.
Have a little patch of sunshine day. (I'm really resisting the urge to go for the Christian cliche here, and write a little patch of SONshine...GROAN! But I didn't do it...see? I'm still cool...yeah. I am. Darn it.)
3.12.2006
So I'm writing nothing. Yup. Just thought I should write something. But it's really nothing. Several lines of absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. Just letters in a line that don't really reveal anything. And that's all I have to say. Well, let's see. I shall recount things I like.
I like warm weather.
I like sandals and painted toenails.
I like chocolate chip cookies.I like a tall man named Jerod.
My parents are cool.
My brother and sis-in-law are like the smartest people ever.
I really like the fact that our ceiling fan makes the room pleasant.
I like my new Orange Crush clock/light that I won on ebay.
I like ebay.
I like my dogs; even when they are annoying, they are sweet and are happy to see me.
I like yard work and dirt...most of the time.
I like my space...I just joined and have found many old friends.
I like orange.
I like orange.
I like orange.
I like orange so much I wrote it four times.
I like pizza...mostly just cheese...if I'm feeling wild...maybe some green peppers, hamburger, or chicken.
I like Qdoba...a lot...and I miss that there's not one close-by.
I like Winthrop. (GO EAGLES! NCAA big dance this week!)
I like outfits that go together without much thought or ironing.
I like comfortable shoes.
I like tulips...all colors.I like Spring...it's as if God is just showing off.
I like Diet Sprite.
See, now I wrote about something. Go me.
2.25.2006
2.15.2006
Stella, 11, escapes a close call
Stella Sentra Jones, 11, had a brush with the junkyard cemetary over the weekend. The 1994 Nissan began making odd chugging sounds and being very jumpy on Thursday night of last week. She spent the weekend at a local auto repair center trapped in a fence. The diagnosis had not been given, and there were doubts as to whether she would last through the weekend.
Her parents were distraught. What to do? Would she make it out alive to see another bend in the road? Or was this just a cry for help?
"I just don't know what to do," Mrs. Jones said, "She's been such a part of my life. I just don't know if I'm ready to say goodbye."
In the end, her parents sought professional help. Test driving several cars enticed them to dream about that new car smell, the rev of a new engine, and the hope of leg room for Mr. Jones. The numbers, however, were disheartening. The bills would mount, and tarnish the hopes of the newer vehicle.
"That's the real test," said Mr. Jones, a hearty 6'11", "if my knees will fit. They don't fit in Stella, but she's a part of the family. It's a real dilemma."
After much thought, many calls, and no small amount of engine prayers, the call came.
Stella Sentra Jones was diagnosed with a minor spark plug problem to the tune of $92. She is now sitting in her driveway, pleased to be given a new lease on life. The Joneses are happy to have her back and to avoid the high cost of replacing a legend like Stella.
Drive, Stella, Drive. You can do 200,000...we believe.
Her parents were distraught. What to do? Would she make it out alive to see another bend in the road? Or was this just a cry for help?
"I just don't know what to do," Mrs. Jones said, "She's been such a part of my life. I just don't know if I'm ready to say goodbye."
In the end, her parents sought professional help. Test driving several cars enticed them to dream about that new car smell, the rev of a new engine, and the hope of leg room for Mr. Jones. The numbers, however, were disheartening. The bills would mount, and tarnish the hopes of the newer vehicle.
"That's the real test," said Mr. Jones, a hearty 6'11", "if my knees will fit. They don't fit in Stella, but she's a part of the family. It's a real dilemma."
After much thought, many calls, and no small amount of engine prayers, the call came.
Stella Sentra Jones was diagnosed with a minor spark plug problem to the tune of $92. She is now sitting in her driveway, pleased to be given a new lease on life. The Joneses are happy to have her back and to avoid the high cost of replacing a legend like Stella.
Drive, Stella, Drive. You can do 200,000...we believe.
2.06.2006
It's February, and I've not updated you...
...on my ever-exciting life! Well, not really. I probably haven't written because there's not a lot of news. I never capitalized on that "musings on a new year" endeavor, so maybe you'll get a "musings on February" soon. I know, you're peeing yourself with glee, aren't you?
I'm happy for a life without great drama. Our evenings are quiet...some TV, some writing, some reading, and (for Jerod) going to bed early. I am making an effort to watch less TV in the new year and concentrating on writing notes (for SNAIL MAIL!) to people, reading 1 Kings (how interesting is that book?), and petting the Tinkerbell dog.
We are loving our church, RENOVATUS, and doing some odds-n-ends there...some ushering and power point running and occasional greeting. I'm trying to keep this year quiet and focus on spiritual and personal growth and health. I have a strong tendency to jump in and do everything, so I'm trying to help out in small ways while Jerod and I put down some roots of our own as a "family." We've recruited our friend Elizabeth to come out, and she's loving it too. It's cool to see how God can take away something that you think is so precious to you (Central Church) and still replace it with something you needed more than you knew (Renovatus). I actually feel myself getting refreshed spiritually, instead of feeling overwhelmed by the work load and getting constantly frustrated as I did before. AHHHHHHHH! (take a deep breath with me...it's good for the soul.)
And if you're ever interested in reading 1 Kings, let me know, and we'll have our own cyber-book-club. It would make a great movie! Lots of war, intrigue, idol worship, overthrows, and craziness...and God continued to find ways to redeem His people and His chosen leaders. What manner of patience and faithfulness does He have, anyway?? More than I do, for sure.
So, that's all for today. Back to my lovely, boring life.
Hope you all have a fabulous day.
I'm happy for a life without great drama. Our evenings are quiet...some TV, some writing, some reading, and (for Jerod) going to bed early. I am making an effort to watch less TV in the new year and concentrating on writing notes (for SNAIL MAIL!) to people, reading 1 Kings (how interesting is that book?), and petting the Tinkerbell dog.
We are loving our church, RENOVATUS, and doing some odds-n-ends there...some ushering and power point running and occasional greeting. I'm trying to keep this year quiet and focus on spiritual and personal growth and health. I have a strong tendency to jump in and do everything, so I'm trying to help out in small ways while Jerod and I put down some roots of our own as a "family." We've recruited our friend Elizabeth to come out, and she's loving it too. It's cool to see how God can take away something that you think is so precious to you (Central Church) and still replace it with something you needed more than you knew (Renovatus). I actually feel myself getting refreshed spiritually, instead of feeling overwhelmed by the work load and getting constantly frustrated as I did before. AHHHHHHHH! (take a deep breath with me...it's good for the soul.)
And if you're ever interested in reading 1 Kings, let me know, and we'll have our own cyber-book-club. It would make a great movie! Lots of war, intrigue, idol worship, overthrows, and craziness...and God continued to find ways to redeem His people and His chosen leaders. What manner of patience and faithfulness does He have, anyway?? More than I do, for sure.
So, that's all for today. Back to my lovely, boring life.
Hope you all have a fabulous day.
12.29.2005
Happy New Year..almost
Well, Christmas has pretty much come and gone (sad face), but NEW YEAR'S IS STILL ON THE WAY! (happy face) It also happens to be our one year anniversary (happy smiley face)...and a day that the whole world celebrates. (fireworks and many happy faces) I shall compose a pondering of the year to come soon (shelley=happy face; shelley's friends reading the blog=whocares? face). Well you don't have to read it!!!! :) actual happy face emoticon
Here are a few pictures from our happy Christmas season.
12.25.2005
Merry Christmas to All...
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
Hello everyone out there in blogger land. It's Christmas Day, and I'm hanging out here at the house in Newnan. We're having a pretty chill day. I've showered and eaten and it's 2:30. That's not too bad! Nice and restful.
I should mention just for fun that we were going to Birmingham today, but a little virus stepped in and decided to annihilate those plans. Jerod woke up at 4 in the morning with some intestinal vomitous distress. My mom and I whisked off to find something open at 4:30 on Christmas morning...and hit the jackpot with a HOT SPOT convenience store. He's toast right now...but my brother Dr. Giles to the rescue!! He called in some anti-nausea medicine and hopefully it will help Jerod feel less "spinny" and get some sleep.
And there are loads of unopened presents awaiting him downstairs when he starts to feel a bit better! Sad that my boy feels badly...especially on Christmas. At least we're in a comfy place with family. Our dog Tink won't leave his side...it's very sweet.
According to the pharmacist at CVS (thank you for being open!!), there are a lot of folks grounded with the stomach bug today.
Well, wasn't that all happiness and pleasantry? I am very thankful for family and rest and cars that run, warm houses, food on the table, dogs that love me, JESUS, and so much more. I do love Christmas, even if the plans don't go exactly as we hope.
Here's something funny...
Christmas Carols for the Mentally Disturbed
1. Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?
2. Multiple Personality Disorder ---We Three Kings Disoriented are
3. Dementia --- I Think I'll be Home for Christmas
4. Narcissistic --- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
5. Manic --- Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and.....
6. Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me
7. Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire
8. Personality Disorder --- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell You Why
9. Attention Deficit Disorder --- Silent night, Holy oooh look at the froggy - can I have a chocolate, why is France so far away?
10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder --Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle, Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells ..
Pa rum pa pum pum, jingle jangle, fa la la la la, and Gloooooooooooooooorrrrrriiiiiiiaaaaa,
~Shelley, the elf in charge of cool rags, water, blankets, and anti-nausea medication...
Hello everyone out there in blogger land. It's Christmas Day, and I'm hanging out here at the house in Newnan. We're having a pretty chill day. I've showered and eaten and it's 2:30. That's not too bad! Nice and restful.
I should mention just for fun that we were going to Birmingham today, but a little virus stepped in and decided to annihilate those plans. Jerod woke up at 4 in the morning with some intestinal vomitous distress. My mom and I whisked off to find something open at 4:30 on Christmas morning...and hit the jackpot with a HOT SPOT convenience store. He's toast right now...but my brother Dr. Giles to the rescue!! He called in some anti-nausea medicine and hopefully it will help Jerod feel less "spinny" and get some sleep.
And there are loads of unopened presents awaiting him downstairs when he starts to feel a bit better! Sad that my boy feels badly...especially on Christmas. At least we're in a comfy place with family. Our dog Tink won't leave his side...it's very sweet.
According to the pharmacist at CVS (thank you for being open!!), there are a lot of folks grounded with the stomach bug today.
Well, wasn't that all happiness and pleasantry? I am very thankful for family and rest and cars that run, warm houses, food on the table, dogs that love me, JESUS, and so much more. I do love Christmas, even if the plans don't go exactly as we hope.
Here's something funny...
Christmas Carols for the Mentally Disturbed
1. Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?
2. Multiple Personality Disorder ---We Three Kings Disoriented are
3. Dementia --- I Think I'll be Home for Christmas
4. Narcissistic --- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
5. Manic --- Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and.....
6. Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me
7. Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire
8. Personality Disorder --- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell You Why
9. Attention Deficit Disorder --- Silent night, Holy oooh look at the froggy - can I have a chocolate, why is France so far away?
10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder --Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle, Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells ..
Pa rum pa pum pum, jingle jangle, fa la la la la, and Gloooooooooooooooorrrrrriiiiiiiaaaaa,
~Shelley, the elf in charge of cool rags, water, blankets, and anti-nausea medication...
11.16.2005
That's Dino-Bite!
This pic just cracked me up. It's random, in the spirit of my friend Gretchen, who always posts fun photos. Doesn't that T-Rex look excited about dinner?
Goodbye Red Chaise
They came, they saw, they bought.
The good folks of Rock Hill came in spurts a few weeks ago and happily carted our reject stuff off in various minivans and cars. Our "early birds" made a repeat appearance and took to cussing when Jerod told them not to bother even coming up the driveway at 6:40 am. It's really fun to make rednecks mad.
I sold my red chaise lounge chair for a steal. Sigh. I'll miss her. We read many a good book together. There was just no room. Sigh (again).
Not too much else going on. In a rare Martha Stewart incarnation, I baked homemade bread, made curtains, and added bead trim to a lamp shade over the past few days! We'll see if I can stay "on that roll" heading into the holidays. I can't wait to cart everything out of the attic and set it up! Outwardly I'm outraged that they dare start ushering in Christmas on November 1, but inwardly, I kinda like it. Jingle all the way, I say.
(Well, maybe I wasn't saying that on Monday, when I had to drag LOADS AND LOADS of university Christmas stuff down two flights of stairs! BUT, it was a stairmaster moment---and I need more of those, you know what I'm sayin'?)
We'll start decorating here at work on MONDAY! (11.21) It takes about four days to get the President's house all decked out. I'm so excited to see it!!!!!
OK, I should scoot...let me know how YOUR Christmas decorations are coming out and your favorite Christmas THING.
Merry Thanksgiving to all and to all a good night!
The good folks of Rock Hill came in spurts a few weeks ago and happily carted our reject stuff off in various minivans and cars. Our "early birds" made a repeat appearance and took to cussing when Jerod told them not to bother even coming up the driveway at 6:40 am. It's really fun to make rednecks mad.
I sold my red chaise lounge chair for a steal. Sigh. I'll miss her. We read many a good book together. There was just no room. Sigh (again).
Not too much else going on. In a rare Martha Stewart incarnation, I baked homemade bread, made curtains, and added bead trim to a lamp shade over the past few days! We'll see if I can stay "on that roll" heading into the holidays. I can't wait to cart everything out of the attic and set it up! Outwardly I'm outraged that they dare start ushering in Christmas on November 1, but inwardly, I kinda like it. Jingle all the way, I say.
(Well, maybe I wasn't saying that on Monday, when I had to drag LOADS AND LOADS of university Christmas stuff down two flights of stairs! BUT, it was a stairmaster moment---and I need more of those, you know what I'm sayin'?)
We'll start decorating here at work on MONDAY! (11.21) It takes about four days to get the President's house all decked out. I'm so excited to see it!!!!!
OK, I should scoot...let me know how YOUR Christmas decorations are coming out and your favorite Christmas THING.
Merry Thanksgiving to all and to all a good night!
11.04.2005
Price stickers and early birds
Our blind dog is having some trouble navigating through the house tonight. Our den is currently buried under a mountain of stuff. CD racks, vintage toys, shoes that rubbed me wrong, one old printer, a board game, various computer cables to whoknowswhat, throw pillows that match nothing in particular, purses who have served their time, etc.
It's the "etc." that scares me a little...what was so important about this junk that made us hold on to it for years, moving it from house to house to attic?
Some of it was useful in its day. Some of it is just CRAP! I can't believe we get to have a yard sale in the morning. I mean, people will actually show up at our house before the sun rises, and pay US money to take away our crap. What a deal! (I LOVE THIS COUNTRY!)
Last March, we did this (yes, we DO have that much crap) and there were people meeting us at the door a full 30 minutes before we "opened" to see what crap was emanating from the house next in order to grab it or turn their noses up at it. One savory fellow bragged to us about having 90,000 watches in his collection. That's not a collection; that's lots of similar CRAP in one place. :) He bought a few non-working ones from us...even the freebies I got from TIME magazine. I would call him pathetic, but then, I'd have to check out the plank in my eye...you know.
My weakness is books. I have discovered the joys of our book exchange shop, but still there are boxes and shelves full that I cannot purge. Selling books you love is much like giving away your friends to strangers. It's weird and wrong. Keep books. Especially if you're like me, and you only have vague recollections of plots...in five or eight years re-reading them is like reading them for the first time!
OK, maybe I shouldn't have admitted that aloud.
I'll keep you posted on how our SALE goes, and what kinds of interesting Rock Hillians show up before the crack of dawn...
It's the "etc." that scares me a little...what was so important about this junk that made us hold on to it for years, moving it from house to house to attic?
Some of it was useful in its day. Some of it is just CRAP! I can't believe we get to have a yard sale in the morning. I mean, people will actually show up at our house before the sun rises, and pay US money to take away our crap. What a deal! (I LOVE THIS COUNTRY!)
Last March, we did this (yes, we DO have that much crap) and there were people meeting us at the door a full 30 minutes before we "opened" to see what crap was emanating from the house next in order to grab it or turn their noses up at it. One savory fellow bragged to us about having 90,000 watches in his collection. That's not a collection; that's lots of similar CRAP in one place. :) He bought a few non-working ones from us...even the freebies I got from TIME magazine. I would call him pathetic, but then, I'd have to check out the plank in my eye...you know.
My weakness is books. I have discovered the joys of our book exchange shop, but still there are boxes and shelves full that I cannot purge. Selling books you love is much like giving away your friends to strangers. It's weird and wrong. Keep books. Especially if you're like me, and you only have vague recollections of plots...in five or eight years re-reading them is like reading them for the first time!
OK, maybe I shouldn't have admitted that aloud.
I'll keep you posted on how our SALE goes, and what kinds of interesting Rock Hillians show up before the crack of dawn...
10.10.2005
It's Fall, I think I'll turn over a NEW leaf
We're watching a documentary on the Grand Canyon...a welcome relief from the canned laughter and fake reality shows on the popular fare.
BUT, that's not what I'm here to divulge...that was just a slice of life from the Joneses. In that vein, I will also highly recommend to you the Pillsbury Oatmeal Raisin bake-em-at-home cookies. They are fabulous with a splash of Good Humor soft vanilla ice cream. Slice of life over.
New leaf...oh yes. (I wonder from whence that phrase comes...I shall look it up shortly)
Started the new job at WINTHROP U. last week. So far, so loving it! I was seeking a professional challenge and a family-type environment. Check...and check. I work in a beautiful setting with very nice people, and I'm just a few miles from home. I've enjoyed mid-day runs home for lunch, and I really really DON'T miss getting on I-77 every day.
Jerod is still hacking away at his plans for school each weekend, making him wonder what possesses anyone to teach. Yeah, yeah...fulfillment and all that...but spending four hours on the internet to come up with a science lesson will really make you want to become a burger-cooker or a port-a-john emptier man. :) (he's threatened the latter. Of course I'll love him no matter what he does, but I do have to live with the SMELL!)
Enjoying the new leaf/life...and the promise of good times to come...and the hint of Fall in the air.
Go Panthers.
Later.
BUT, that's not what I'm here to divulge...that was just a slice of life from the Joneses. In that vein, I will also highly recommend to you the Pillsbury Oatmeal Raisin bake-em-at-home cookies. They are fabulous with a splash of Good Humor soft vanilla ice cream. Slice of life over.
New leaf...oh yes. (I wonder from whence that phrase comes...I shall look it up shortly)
Started the new job at WINTHROP U. last week. So far, so loving it! I was seeking a professional challenge and a family-type environment. Check...and check. I work in a beautiful setting with very nice people, and I'm just a few miles from home. I've enjoyed mid-day runs home for lunch, and I really really DON'T miss getting on I-77 every day.
Jerod is still hacking away at his plans for school each weekend, making him wonder what possesses anyone to teach. Yeah, yeah...fulfillment and all that...but spending four hours on the internet to come up with a science lesson will really make you want to become a burger-cooker or a port-a-john emptier man. :) (he's threatened the latter. Of course I'll love him no matter what he does, but I do have to live with the SMELL!)
Enjoying the new leaf/life...and the promise of good times to come...and the hint of Fall in the air.
Go Panthers.
Later.
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