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Reading list

I stole this from Monique Fullmer:"I read on another blog that the average adult has read only 6 out of 100 of the following books! (I don't know if those stats are true, but I guess it doesn't matter)." I Googled 100 books you should read and got 13,500,000 hits. I guess there are a lot of different opinions on which books should be on the list. I have highlighted those I have read (49 in all). Some many years ago. How many of these have you read? 1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen (awesome - one of my favorite) 2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien (I love SciFi) 3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte (great book) 4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling 5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee (Excellent read, great life lessons and the movie is wonderful) 6. The Bible (once from cover to cover) 7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte (I bet I read this a dozen times in high school) 8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell (totally kewl book) 9. His Dark Materials - Philip

Harris Morley's Baptism

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This weekend our grandson, Harris Morley, got baptized. Tarzan and I got to attend in Texas. We love Harris. He has an insatiable curiosity for life. He is smiling all the time. Harris has a tender heart and when you visit him, he is always sad when you leave. After the baptism, we all sat around and talked about memories. It was fun and the meal Tori and Bob cooked was awesome. Two of Harris’ friends were being baptized on the same day. I didn’t think to get a picture of all of them together. I have to get better at this picture taking thing. Here are the fun pictures I got. Remember, I never wait for posing. Tarzan, Grandi and Harris, the official picture. New Suit, new shirt, new tie, new shoes, Wow. Tarzan is loosening up for the teasing to start (with Maddison and Amber). My sister is on the left, Tarzan is talking to Maddison. The other man is their home teacher. Now, there is a series of pictures of Harris, being Harris. See the twinkle in his eyes? After the baptism, Maddiso

Nellie B. Bagley April 10, 1929 – July 10, 2008

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I first met Nellie B. when Tarzan sent me to the airport to pick her up. She was flying from Tennessee to meet his new wife--me. I was standing right at the gate where the passengers unloaded (pre 9/11) and watched as each person unloaded from the airplane. Not one black woman got off. Only one person escaped my "perusal." It was a woman who whizzed past me in a wheelchair not even looking left or right like she was looking for someone. My mother-in-law was not in a wheelchair. The last person got off the airplane and I timidly stepped up to the girl at the door and asked if there was anyone else on the plane. She went down the breezeway and checked--no one left on the airplane. I started to cry. My first meeting with my mother-in-law and I lost her. I rushed to the baggage claim area while dialing Tarzan's sister on the phone to see if she actually got on the airplane. She got all excited and said, "You lost my Mama?" I told her I would call her back and called

Memories...

Here are the directions: 1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember! 2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.

Air Conditioning Continued with Courtesy Chevrolet Wow!

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We arrived at AC Free and found the mechanic had gone home because he didn’t have any business that day. There was the usual bunch of lackeys sitting around and they all jumped up to work on our car. I just sat down in front of the evaporative cooler and kept my mouth tightly shut. They pulled everything apart and put the plug in that we had bought at AutoZone and it didn’t work. After 2 hours in the heat, with everyone taking a turn looking at the car (including the guy with the same cloths on he had on the day before which included a t-shirt that used to be white and was big enough for my whole family to fit in—yuck), they put everything back together and told us to buy a different part. I told Tarzan that I would take it to the dealer the next day. The next day I drove to Courtesy Chevrolet and told them, “It’s not the compressor, it’s not the fuses, it may need some Freon, but that is not what is wrong with it. What is wrong is that there is no power coming to this little switch ri

Air Conditioning and 113°

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Monday, I had the day off. I was road weary from the travel over the 4th of July weekend, so I slept on and off all morning. In the afternoon I got up to run errands for Tarzan. After two or three errands, I stopped at the dry cleaners and when I got back in my car the air conditioner would NOT BLOW AT ALL . Not even hot air. I rolled down my window and thought I would simply go home and let Tarzan fix it. As I drove toward the house I thought about how selfish that was, after all I had the day off, so I drove to a place I pass all the time with a sign that says AC Free. Winding around, down, up and through the yard, I came to a small Winnebago with an awning on the east side. There was a young man there with baggy pants who jumped right up to check my car. There was an old man, with only one tooth, sitting in a lawn chair in front of the evaporative cooler they had set up outside. He waxed poetic about what a good mechanic this young man was and that he would get me going. There was a

SPT-Sun

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There was a fire just over the hill from our house last week. The sun is going down in this picture and the smoke from the fire blocks what little sun was left for the day. It's hot here, the sun is not cheery and bright to me, it is oppressive, something I endure for 3 months out of the year. I stay inside with the air conditioner on and know that there are 9 months ahead when the sun is a joy and a friend.

Did you ever?

Did you ever say something that was what you wanted to say, but as you heard it come out of your mouth you realized your tone of voice said it all wrong? Then, because you didn't think fast enough to take it back or explain what how you meant to say it, you stew over it for days? I did that Sunday and on Wednesday I am still upset because I would die if someone thought I was as thoughtless and harsh as the words I said came out. They were not directed at anyone, but just a general comment in Sunday School class and I can't seem to get it out of my head. I hate when that happens. AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!