the pattyo

So Dan fixed our kitchen faucet and bathroom sliding door today. Thanks so much, Dan!

Makes me wonder, though: what will he fix tomorrow?! ;-)

LOUISVILLE, Ky. — Ken Pagano, the pastor of the New Bethel Church here, is passionate about gun rights. He shoots regularly at the local firing range, and his sermon two weeks ago was on “God, Guns, Gospel and Geometry.” And on Saturday night, he is inviting his congregation of 150 and others to wear or carry their firearms into the sanctuary to “celebrate our rights as Americans!” as a promotional flier for the “open carry celebration” puts it.

If this is true, I am dismayed. If I move to Louisville (fat chance!) I won’t be visiting that church.

I’m attempting to lighten up on my caffeine input. It’s been suggested that caffeine might contribute to (or cause?) tinnitus. At first I was just not drinking lattés at all. I managed. No headache, not missing it, no problem. And then today? I just really wanted a cup of coffee. But then Dan sent a note that made me rethink my “all or nothing” kind of attitude. (Although I still hadn’t succeeded in “all or nothing” these past two weeks.) He wrote:

A friend pointed out to me that stopping something completely is a lower order form of self-control than learning to limit the thing. Sounds like justification for having one single latte, no?

Well YAY! I have now had a latté. And it was mighty nice.

I think I’ll do the limit game on everything. Except yard work. That I’m not going to do at all. I know I can cut it out cold turkey and not have any sort of adverse effects. I’m just certain of it, in fact.

And now it’s about time for a Giants game. I hope today goes better than yesterday. Sigh.

“You like mommy’s dress?”

“I’d rather be watching cartoons.”

I just heard this on “Say Yes to the Dress” … yes, I watch this show at times and if you wanna look down on me that’s okay. :-)

Some things make me laugh, and that son’s response sure worked for me.

Another one is where a future mother-in-law introduces herself and says her son is marrying Camille and she says, “If my son is happy, I’m happy,” and you can sure see she isn’t happy. Hah!

Mostly, while I love seeing these really beautiful dresses, I’m astounded at the amount of money people are willing to spend on something they’ll wear for no more than probably six or eight hours, max.

Thank you, Kelsey, for being so reasonable about the dress. I do think you had a gorgeous dress … for a gorgeous bride with a wonderful groom! :-)

Some 73 year old (yeah, right) wants to beat the Guinness book of world records and receive the most Christmas cards. And if I could include $1 or $5 he’d donate most of it to charity.

Uh huh. I’ll be sure and forward the message on to all of my friends and send a card …

… when someone invents the everlasting oboe reed.

With all the rotten news going on, once can occasionally use a laugh:

Authorities in Shelbyville say a couple got into a fight using orange puffy snacks.
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The Bedford County Sheriff’s Department said 40-year-old James Earl Taylor and 44-year-old Mary S. Childers argued at a home Sunday using Cheetos.

Deputies said they were charged with domestic assault. No one was hurt.

This is one of those news items one simply can’t make up! I read it here.

We are here. So you know. Safe in Bellevue, which is between Seattle and Elinor’s. :-)

There’s this sad ad that has an older woman telling her husband she can’t find her keys. He then opens the fridge and sees them there. It’s about Alzheimer’s I think (I can’t remember for sure … hah!). They talk about seeing someone put things in odd places or some such thing. (I really don’t pay much attention to ads. Can you tell?)

So yesterday I searched and searched for my “hip” prescription glasses. I couldn’t find them anywhere, and believe me I looked in odd places. Yes, I checked the fridge. And under the couch cushions. And even the dryer! They just disappeared.

Last night, as I was in bed and not sleeping out of frustration I thought, “What DID I do last night when I got home from work?” I knew I drove home wearing those glasses, and I knew I’d switched to my reading glasses to use the computer. But in between, what in the world did I do.

Oh. Yeah.

I went to the kitchen, cleaned up, and took the recycling out. But surely I couldn’t be THAT bad? Surely I wouldn’t put them THERE?!

But surely I did.

I found my glasses this morning. In the outside recycle bin.

Whew!

A British man said he ran head-first into a low-hanging branch while jogging to work because he was posting to his Twitter page while on the move.

RTWT