Friday, March 30, 2007

It's a bird, it's superman, no wait...that's...our son!!

The long suffering readers of this blog know our boys can find themselves in the wildest situations. This one ranks pretty high in the “What? You did WHAT? TELL ME THAT AGAIN, SON?” (as MLH’s heart fibrillates…)

I’m so glad we knew about it already, because this bulletin was sent out from Younger Son’s MySpace ™ account.

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It’s a bird, its superman, no wait, that’s T’s plane falling…

so yesterday around 4:30 i was flying solo, practicing stalls, and on my last one i ended up entering into an inverted spin (the plane was spinning horizontally while upside down). it's a good thing i was just over 5000 ft, bc it took me about 2000 to recover. i still dont know how i lived considering we aren't trained (our ground school teacher told us one time last semester) how to recover from spins, and there's a less than 20% chance of recovery, but here i am.

so hallelujah.

bc i'm convinced that skill had nothing to do with it

...one love-T

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And once again, his father and I say, “Thank you, Lord. Your mercies are neverending.”

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Catching up...

A blogging friend, Emma , has been through a lot lately - and she and her family were way blessed in the past week. This story will bless your socks off – go check it out!

Friday night found Younger Son and I heading north of town to a bible study. He met me at the office, and we headed out together. We saw lots of friends, and met new ones, and had a good time. It was a fun and blessed thing to do together.

Another personal blessing - Elder Son and friends came down yesterday to participate with me in a clay shoot. A good time was had by all. Regarding the incidents in his life lately, it’s hard to discern how well he is doing. One of his friends told me that the hardest thing is that people keep asking Elder Son all the details, and that is keeping the accident right in front of him continuously. His friends continue to surround him, and that’s a good thing. He is still having a hard time sleeping, and he told me nighttime is the hardest. Please continue to pray for him.

We saw lots of friends at the clay shoot yesterday. My score made it evident I’d not been shooting in a while. I hope I can devote more time to this sport in the near future – I need consistency. I won another shotgun in the drawing - a Beretta AL391 Urika. Woohoo! We’ve been thinking about switching brands, so we’ll see how it goes.

Elder Son picked up another one of Andy’s hunting pups for a friend in Lubbock yesterday. This little girl pointer pup was a cutie! She loves to stand on her hind legs (like she’s begging, but she’s just curious!) and she has a ton of personality. When Dawn delivered her to me on Friday, the pup had an accident in her crate – she’d not traveled in a truck much. I reminded Elder Son to bring a kennel with him, that she’d have to ride in the back of his truck. When we were visiting on the phone Friday, concerning the pup, I had remarked about how well she traveled. Yesterday, I reminded him why he needed the crate, and he said, “Mom, I thought you said she traveled well.” I said, “I did – but I was talking about her gait!” We all cracked up. Elder Son is supposed to deliver the pup today – but the way he was talking last night after he got her home to Lubbock, he’s already fallen in love with her.

MLH and I went to supper last night with Younger Son, LB1, and two of Younger Son’s friends. These four young people are hilarious together! The three older boys telling stories, and LB1 just absorbing it all. Lots of laughs and a good time was had by all. This was the first weekend LB1 has stayed overnight at our house – I think he’s had a good time. MLH and LB1 went to the driving range, to the movies, and then home. They left for early breakfast this morning, then MLH delivered LB1 back to his mom at church. We’ve been blessed by having LB1 in our lives. If you have 4-7 hours a month to spare, think about becoming involved with Big Brothers Big Sisters – you can positively affect the life of a young one – and yours!

Monday, March 19, 2007

Zack is home...


Zack the Wonder Dog is home from Missouri.



So, as all animals of his persuasion do, he has to check everything out and reacquaint himself with his territory.



Checking out the new birds in this tree?









And in this one?















And Zack, as he settles in, eating supper, scattering Science Diet all over the floor.




Yup, Zack the Wonder Dog is home.
And we're glad he is.

A la humble abode...

When purchasing household items, one should always hold the line when negotiating.

Or that’s what I’ve been told.

In Missouri on a recent Friday night, we were wasting time in Springfield, awaiting a movie start time. We moseyed down to Starbucks for drinks, then drove around a bit. We chanced upon a store named “Quixote – Organic Furniture.”

I said to MLH – “May we stop?”

MLH, “Certainly!”

It was 7:56 p.m. By the time we turned the truck around and parked, the “Open” light had turned off. Brave souls, we walked in anyway. The nice proprietress let us look around. She was waiting on a pizza to take home to her family. And, yep, you guessed it, we found a piece we wanted. We talked to the owner, and bought the piece right then and there. At least, that was my recollection.

This is what really happened. We both decided we liked the piece. The owner was a little pushy for us to close the sale, or for us to get out of the store, we’re not sure which. She gave us the option to go ahead and buy the piece, then come in the next day and pick it up. She would not hold it for us, otherwise. We talked about method of purchase, and picked one. I went to the counter, and purchased the piece, thinking MLH & I were on the same page.

We started to leave, and MLH said, “I didn’t think – I really need to measure that piece to see if the components of our entertainment system will fit inside.” The owner said we could trade within the store, but no refunds. MLH got really quiet. He said, “You seem to be the one that’s concerned about a sale here. Don’t underestimate us – we really are interested in buying some furniture, and we’re heading home tomorrow. I’m feeling pushed, but we’d like to come back and look at your other items. I need to measure, no matter what.”

She said again, “No refunds, but you can trade within the store. And my husband will look at your shipping options tomorrow. We open at 10 a.m. We’ll have people available that can help you load your purchase.”

Need I mention that we are still some 14 hours from home? I’m starting to think logistics. 10 a.m. – my Gosh, we could be almost to Dallas! What have I done?

We walk out to the truck, and get in. MLH is not a happy camper – he talks to me about folding under her pressure. I look up, and the proprietress is walking towards our truck.

MLH rolls down the window. She says, “We don’t normally do this, but I will give you a full refund in the morning if you decide that piece isn’t going to work for you. I wasn’t meaning to put any pressure on you. Please forgive me.”

MLH said, “Well, you just did what I needed you to do. We will be back in the morning to look at your other items. I appreciate your apology.”

We went back.

Boy, did we go back. And four hours later, we left Springfield.

This little 5,000 square foot store is amazing. The owners, Stan and Sherry Fauscett bring in furniture from Mexico, Indonesia, all over, and the price is very reasonable. So reasonable that we rented a U-Haul trailer and filled that baby up! The furniture is very funky and eclectic, while stylish and stout, and will go well in our rather contemporary styling. And we’re not the only Texans shopping at Quixote. Stan said they have a customer from Dallas that comes up with a huge trailer every 3-4 months and buys them out. Stan and Sherry also have an 11,000’ warehouse. They have 3 warehousemen that work full time moving furniture to the store just to keep Quixote full. Just this week, two interior decorators cleaned them out, which means the store totally turned over, merchandise-wise, twice this week.

That means this store moves merchandise quickly – which has to do with pricing and quality. After today, I believe it.

We bought a new 7’ long cabinet for our components to put under our wall-mounted flat screen (and no, the first cabinet wasn’t deep enough!). We bought an 8’ sidebar for our dining room. We bought the coolest red twig lamp, and some pottery. We chose a 4’ chest for a wine/liquor storage cabinet for the kitchen. A 4’ X 7’ long wall mirror, beautifully framed with woven silver metal was purchased for our living room wall. Due to the amount of our purchase, they cut us an even better deal (hey, it never hurts to ask!) plus threw in this cool rice mill stump table for remotes(I promise, the pix doesn't do it justice), and some more decorating accents. The stump table may go to the music room, but for now, it's tucked into the huge red couch corner.

Now that’s the way to meet a concerned customer half-way.

Even with the rough start we experienced, I highly recommend visiting this store. We have stores somewhat like this in Texas. I believe the difference in the Quixote store and the other Texas stores is that Stan and Sherry personally go to the various countries and hand pick the items that they will sell in their store.

All in all? We gave this store a 10…well, maybe a 9 – because MLH practically had to load the trailer himself, due to the high customer flow in the store today.

We are well pleased with our purchases, and plan on doing more business with Stan and Sherry Fauscett at Quixote.

As to our negotiating skills, I’m not sure we completely held the line - how do you hold a line when somebody’s pricing is WAY beyond fair in the first place? - so I’m calling this one a win-win. And finally, we crossed the Texas/Oklahoma border. Homeward bound - finally.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Passages

Thanks so much for all your prayers over the last few days.


I returned from Lubbock tonight, after attending the funeral of my son's friend. The huge church was, of course, full of young people, and their parents, and people whose lives had been touched by this vibrant young lady and her family. It was a beautiful service, for a beautiful one.

Elder Son helped the family plan the service, and served as a pallbearer. I went to the funeral, just to be there for my son. Yesterday, we were able to spend an hour alone, prior to Elder Son and others playing guitar and singing at the goodbye gathering last night. Both sets of parents (the young lady’s parents, as well as the parents of the young man that Elder Son rescued) hosted the get-together. Though many were nervous about it, I believe the gathering will further the young people gaining closure.

I know that I am breathing better after spending some one-on-one time with Elder Son. We just sat in his truck, and he talked, I listened, and marveled that he is alive. He has scratches all over him. He described the entire ordeal. It’s helping him to talk it out, I think.

We are all proud of this young man. He showed great courage and presence of mind – in calling 911, in running for help, and then, realizing something else had transpired during his short absence, running back and rescuing his young friend. This has been a very intense, adrenaline-driven ordeal. I asked him once again, before we parted, how he was doing, overall.

He said, “I’m okay, Mom, as long as I’m busy, during the day. When I try to go to sleep, it all happens again. I just keep reliving it - over and over.”

I know that the Lord, and time, will heal him. For now, as his Mom, my heart breaks.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Prayer, please

Elder Son was one of four involved in a car flooding accident last night and one of their friends tragically lost her life.

Please pray for her family and all of the young people whose lives were intertwined with the life of this beautiful young lady.

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/ap/tx/4622964.html

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Love & Lickies From Zack

We’re stopping in Burleson, Texas to visit old friends, Mike and Pam. When we called to beg some time with them, Pam said, “Is Zack coming?” Everybody loves Zack – but Pam has a special place in her heart for the Zackster. And she is an experienced Zack friend from way back. Zack sends her cards every once in a while.

When I think of Zack, and Pam, I smile.

A couple of years ago, we went to Mike and Pam’s for a weekend trip. Pam invited us to bring Zack. Mike was out of the country on a ministry trip. We arrived on Friday night, went and picked up the furniture we bought, and shopped in town with Pam. Our goal was to head home Sunday to have Younger Son back in Midland by 6 p.m. for a church youth group party.

Saturday night, it was cold. Rainy. Dark. Zack was about 6 months old. I was reading, and the rest of the household was playing canasta. Zack let me know he needed to go out, so I let him out…and immediately, the solid liver coat disappeared into the dark.

I couldn’t see Zack…anywhere. Panicked, I called MLH away from the canasta game. I’m in the back yard, calling Zack.

MLH coats and hats up, and goes outside. By his voice, I know he’s thinking we’ve lost the boy…”Zack! Zack! Here! Here!” I can see MLH silhouetted against the neighbor’s big light. He’s in their yard. I’m thinking, “We’re in the country. MLH could get his butt peppered with buckshot. This isn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”

After about 3 minutes of the entire household looking for him, I hear the jingle of Zack’s tags. He comes back into the house, looking sideways at me, like “what’s up with all of y’all?”. He knows he’s in trouble. I tell him, “Get on your pillow, Zack. Pillow.” He gets on his pillow. MLH enters the house, wiping rain off his garments. He goes to Zack, and gives him a mini-lecture. Zack lays on his pillow, big brown eyes looking up at MLH, and seems properly remorseful. The canasta game resumes.

Later, Zack and I retire. His crate is right by our guest bed. Last night, we found the bed delightful. Big, soft, fluffy, and decorated with by Pam’s mom’s heirloom antique quilt.

About 3 a.m., MLH comes to our room, quietly, so as not to wake Zack or myself. (He’s such a considerate husband.)

Somehow, in my sleep, I recognize he’s in the room, and roll over.

I hear his voice…"Janie, honey, are you okay?”

I mumble, “Yeah, why?”

Honey, ummm… by any chance, did you, um…wet the bed?” says MLH.

No,” I mumble. And I come wide awake.

“What? What do you mean? Why do you ask that?” I query, confused, still having trouble communicating.

We both get quiet. Reality sets in.

MLH says, laughingly, “Zack! Did you do this?”

Zack had snuck into the bedroom after MLH chewed him out. Evidently, he checked out which side of the bed MLH slept on, and let the Master know his true feelings about the little gripe session in front of others.

“That will teach him not to trash me in front of my peers!” Zack probably said under his puppy breath.

We spent the rest of the night laundering linens for our hostess, and laughed plenty about the ironies of dog ownership – Pam, included. Since we didn’t finish our nights sleep, we made it back to Midland in time for Younger Son’s party.

Since then, when he remembers, Zack sporadically sends Pam Hallmark greeting cards with lots of love and lickies to let her know he greatly appreciates their relationship…her love and graciousness, as well as her sense of humor.