Comments are open, per Patrick's request. And Stephen asked me to tell you that he got a bicycle kick goal on the same day. He did. What's the chance of that?
To see it even more clearly, click here, and then when you are on the Youtube page, click on "watch in high quality".
I've noticed lots of searches for "Hurricane Reading" lately and it's no wonder! I dug this post up for our own use this morning, though we are certainly far enough west to merely enjoy a little rain and not much more. Happy hunkering!
O God, Master of this passing world, hear the humble voices of your children. The Sea of Galilee obeyed your order and returned to its former quietude; you are still the Master of land and sea. We live in the shadow of a danger over which we have no control. The Gulf, like a provoked and angry giant, can awake from its seeming lethargy, overstep its conventional boundaries, invade our land and spread chaos and disaster. During this hurricane season, we turn to You, O loving Father. Spare us from past tragedies whose memories are still so vivid and whose wounds seem to refuse to heal with the passing of time. O Virgin, Star of the Sea, Our Beloved Mother, we ask you to plead with your Son in our behalf, so that spared from the calamities common to this area and animated with a true spirit of gratitude, we will walk in the footsteps of your Divine Son to reach the heavenly Jerusalem where a storm-less eternity awaits us. Amen. HT: Cay's Cajun Cottage
From John McCain last night:
"Instead of rejecting good ideas because we didn't think of them first,let's use the best ideas from both sides. Instead of fighting over who
gets the credit, let's try sharing it."
Much wisdom there for all of us.
We live in a neighborhood that has a very large Indian population. Andwe are so lucky to have one of the finest Indian restaurants ever right here in town. When the restaurant opened, my husband was enthused about introducing our family to Indian food and we were heartily receptive to the introduction. The only drawback is that the restaurant is outrageously expensive. Patrick and I have tested several recipes at home for our family favorite main dish: Chicken Tikka Masala. This is the fruit of our testing. Perfect for the Feast of Mother Teresa tonight!
Me: Who re-started the washing machine?
Child: Me. I thought you hit "pause" and then forgot about it, so I got it going again.
Me: No...I was soaking diapers.
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Me: Who added pasta to the boiling water?
Child: Me. I figured we were having spaghetti for dinner and you just forgot to put it in.
Me: No...we were having tortellini. And we were waiting for Daddy to call and let me know he was nearly home. I guess now we're having spaghetti. Lukewarm spaghetti.
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Me: Who pushed the plunger down on the French Press?
Child: Me. I thought you'd walked away and forgotten to finish making coffee.
Me: No, I set a timer. Four minutes. No more, no less. It's only been 2 minutes and 40 seconds.
Here's the question: Why do my children always assume I forgot??
I'm Elizabeth. I'm a happy wife and the mother of nine children. I grab grace with both hands and write to encourage myself and others to seize and nurture the joy of every day. I blog here with my daughter, Mary Beth, a wholehearted young lady on the brink of adulthood.
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