Avast Ye Matey!!

ARRRR!!! 'Tis National Talk Like a Pirate Day. Even though the day tis almost over, I just wanted to wish my fellow lassies and scallywags a hearty good day. So go enjoy a good bucket 'o chum, and hug a pirate today. Else I'll be poking ye in the eye with me hook.

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Goodbye Dan and Tammy

Well, the inevitable finally happened. Yesterday the Williams herd and assorted helpers pulled out of their driveway for the last time. I knew this was coming, but who wants to dwell there? It's like staring into the sun or thinking about the Apocolypse. Before I get too morose, I can say that I am so grateful for the time I had with them. I'm including some pics that Janet took before they left.

5 Mosiquito Bites and 2 batches of Homemade Donuts

I just got back from Texas Camp, and I had a blast. Sure, the humidity made my hair frizz out larger than a cowboy's belt buckle. And sure, the United Nations of insects converging around the dorms was speaking in tongues at night. Besides that, I am so glad I went. God really helped me gain so much ground. It is worth the sleep deprivation and flu germs I'm fighting off (sorry in retrospect for anyone I breathed on). We are so lucky to live in a country where we can go and freely seek to touch God's face. And we are so lucky that we know a God who wants us to do that. Pulling off the campgrounds yesterday was a little bit like leaving the womb. Ah, the reality dust is starting to settle in around me today. Anyway, I am glad I got to see a lot of the people. I can't think of anyone who beats the love and warmth of the Holiness Peeps!

Tea Girls Gone Wild

We all went to Gooseberries on Saturday as a last Hurrah for the girls. We wanted to hang out as a group before Tammy leaves. We were sooooo obnoxious. I couldn't stop taking pictures of everything, including the dainty little sugar cubes that had fondant decorations. Janet and I had a blast talking in English accents (for those of you across the pond, forgive us. We had to let our inner hams loose).

I'm a Fancy Schmancy Pants

Well, I'm not really a fancy schmancy pants. But I did get a promotion a few weeks ago. I used to be a Phone Monkey, Level II. But now I'm a Senior Phone Monkey. I was very surprised when they offered me the job. I'm in the sales department for a financial services company, and was shocked that they would even consider me. I was given the choice to stay and take inbound calls, or could go to outbound. I chose the latter because I only have to work one Saturday a month, and I am off every Friday and Sunday. (Can we say THREE DAY WEEKEND, boys and girls?)

Anyway, that's really all I have to say right now. I don't have kids to write about, so maybe I'll buy myself a pet Lemur and dress it up or something.

Lolling around between services and trying to work off Sunday's post-church feast, Angie and I thought it would be pretty spiffy to get ourselves a Tammy 'do. Actually, we ended up being coerced by Timmy and Ashley, bona fide members of the Hair Style Mafia. They must have been bored that afternoon.
Angie and Tammy both have an abundance of hair. So much so, that with one flippant toss of their loose locks, they could swith the light on in the next room without getting up from their chair. The kids thought it would be fun to do our hair. Consequently, they ended up with generous, Grecian-like hairstyles. My bun-well I guess it's like comparing a crusty, burnt-up fish stick next to Moby Dick. You get the idea.
Anyway, we took some pictures to commemorate the day. I'm on the ham on the left
Angie and Tammy are the hams next to me

Too much lime verbena air freshner