I Am So Sorry

Bobbie’s 4-year-old nephew died yesterday. I haven’t talked to her yet. Amber called me at work yesterday to tell me, then I saw Amanda online last night, and she confirmed it. Very sad :-(

I don’t know what to say. I know and love that family and I know they are hurting and in shock. I will just pray for everyone affected. Everything is kind of somber. Blogging doesn’t seem very important right now.

More bad news: Tiffany just IM’d me and said her grandpa had a heart attack and is in ICU.

My thoughts are prayers are with you all.

“For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?”

I Am So Sorry

Bobbie’s 4-year-old nephew died yesterday. I haven’t talked to her yet. Amber called me at work yesterday to tell me, then I saw Amanda online last night, and she confirmed it. Very sad :-(

I don’t know what to say. I know and love that family and I know they are hurting and in shock. I will just pray for everyone affected. Everything is kind of somber. Blogging doesn’t seem very important right now.

More bad news: Tiffany just IM’d me and said her grandpa had a heart attack and is in ICU.

My thoughts are prayers are with you all.

“For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?”

Big news! (amended)

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Congratulations, guys! Two of my very good friends.

Add: I had to add this in. Kyle calls this morning and this conversation ensues:

K: “Dude, where did you get that story on your blog?”

J: “Shane emailed it out this morning.”

K: “Oh. Well, that’s bizarre.”

J: “Yeah.”

(a few minutes later, another call)

K: “I just talked to Shane. Melody’s pregnant.”

J: “Uh yeah, I know. We talked about that already.”

K: “Oh, I had no idea that’s what that story meant.”

J: “Well, what did you think it meant?”

K: “I don’t know. I thought they were opening some sort of meat and milk factory. I didn’t understand it.” WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

“All I can say is that my life is pretty plain. I like watching the puddles gather rain. And I don’t understand why I sleep all day, and I start to complain that there’s no rain…”

I can’t blog on command…

I’m not a robot, people. What? I know, you’ve checked all day for an update, but there was none. Sorry. Today was biz-E! Felt like I had a sign on my back that read, “I’m not doing anything. Give me something to do.” I think tomorrow I may look flustered or perturbed all day so people will think I’m busy and leave me alone. lol

Had to pick Dad up from work. He is working a few hours now, but can’t drive. Went to Decatur. Stopped by Jessica’s. Then met Kyle at Applebee’s. Stopped by Wal-Mart on the way home to stock up on Sun Drops. Picked up a few other things, including some yellow peeps. Mmmmm. Marshmallow and sugar. That’s pure goodness right thur. Did laundry betwixt and between all that.

One good thing did happen tonight. None of the regulars were working at Applebees, so we sat with Charity. I chanced it and ordered lemonade. Risky, yes. But the check came, and bingo! No bev charge. That’s good, too, because she was like down to her third strike. lol Someone must have informed her of the proper procedure. So she is officially added to the rotation. To show my thanks, I tipped $3 on a $5.44 check.

I’ve been hearing some pretty disturbing stuff lately, leading to this exchange:

K: “Man, we’re all going to jail. Well, he is anyway.”

J: “Yeah. You and I will probably just pay a small fine.” ROFL

“I’m on a ride and I want to get off, but they won’t slow down the roundabout. I sold the Renoir and the TV set. Don’t wanna be around when this gets out. So why don’t you use it. Try not to bruise it. Buy time, don’t lose it…”