tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71499631502184266132024-03-13T21:56:20.137-07:00Nana and Papa's placeTerri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149963150218426613.post-72671833546288264752012-01-28T17:20:00.000-08:002012-01-28T17:36:52.661-08:00Fat ...and Living at Home.Concerning the myth of the Freshman 15: College freshmen actually gain between 2 and 4 pounds over the course of a year. But 1 in 5 women struggle with an eating disorder, 25% of "normal dieters" progress to pathological dieting, 20-25% of those progress to eating disorders, and 50% of females between 18 and 25 would prefer to be RUN OVER BY A TRUCK than be fat!!! <div>(SOURCE: Alliance for Eating Disorders Awareness) </div><div><br /></div><div>The number of adult children living at home has been on the rise since 2000, according to census data. The proportion of men age 25-34 living at home rose from 14% in 2005 to 19% in 2011. The percentage for women in that age group went from 8% in 2005 to 10% in 2011.</div>Terri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149963150218426613.post-61843627913976295032011-12-01T10:11:00.001-08:002011-12-01T10:24:54.971-08:00Our fathers, Our husbands, Our GodI love you, little one. I will protect you. I will cherish you. I will always do what is good for you. <div><br /><div>I love you, beloved one. I will protect you. I will cherish you. I will always do what is good for you.<div><br /></div><div> I love you, dearest one. I will protect you. I will cherish you. I will always do what is good for you.</div></div></div>Terri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149963150218426613.post-82449691547749453042011-10-28T17:01:00.000-07:002011-10-28T17:04:50.955-07:00Funny poem I found in an old Friend magazine:<div><br /></div><div>Service is helping.</div><div>It's doing things right.</div><div>When someone's in need,</div><div>We'll give them a bite--</div><div>A bite of the gospel.</div><div>A bite of some bread.</div><div>Either way,</div><div>I'll be blessed when I'm dead.</div><div><br /></div><div>Marion M., age 10, Alaska</div>Terri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149963150218426613.post-41783927849199792262011-09-23T19:01:00.000-07:002011-09-23T19:04:03.777-07:00<p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">John 20 Terri Harvey</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">Why do I hasten down the road this after-Sabbath day, </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">the dust disturbed by my hurried footfalls?</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">My heart was broken with His on that darkening day,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">and I was buried in sorrow through that night and day and night-</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">a joyless Sabbath, wondering at my faithless fears.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">I saw Him heal and feed and pray; I felt the tears of testimony warm, then dry upon my cheeks. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">I thought I knew.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">But now my steps slow and falter among the rocks and thorns of this garden slope. Why do I climb? What do I seek? How dare I dare? </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">I will go and do as my heart has led me, with jar and cloth, and hope that I may find access to Him.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">Confusion. Have I arrived? Is this the place? Discarded swords. Unbalanced rock ajar. Folded linen bleached blindingly white. But where...</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">Gone. All gone. Tragically gone. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">Head down to calm my panic, forcing breath. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">A voice?</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“<span style="font-size:100%;">Woman, why weepest thou? What seekest thou?” </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">Poor kind gardener. How can I begin to open the gate of my heart? How could you, meek soul, abide the depth of what I have seen and heard and felt?</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">And yet I long for you to rescue me – to take this balm and bind the wound. I beg with clouded eyes.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“<span style="font-size:100%;">Mary.” A distant voice before. Now the familiar whisper of compassion. Dare I lift my eyes to meet his? Hoping hope restores my faith.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">The final call to me is by pure Spirit – the purest breath of all. </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">At last I hear. I see. I feel. I answer: </span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"><span style="font-size:100%;">Master ! </span> </p>Terri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149963150218426613.post-19059530372266442272011-09-02T10:03:00.000-07:002011-09-02T10:11:52.880-07:00Finnegan begin againI think i'll post a blog again. I need to keep a journal. I want to share things I've read or learned so I can throw away the paper source. And sure - I might even TELL you things you wouldn't let me get away with verbally. Besides, you all will need some good material for my obituary someday. I'm old. And you'd better make it good - I WILL be there. (creepy)Terri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149963150218426613.post-60090264076694691442009-04-13T10:52:00.001-07:002009-04-13T11:30:11.226-07:00Glorious Easter!What a great Easter Day! The most memorable since back in VA in '77 when Roger had to go to the hospital because his heart wouldn't slow to normal. We planned well the night before & had things ready (ok- by 2am). Everyone (ok - Megan & Ryan & all) showed up at 9 (ok - Megan got there by 9:15) and we hunted baskets & had our eggs A la yuck & everyone left at 10 & we were only 1 hour late for choir rehearsal. The start to a perrrfect day. We had 2 additional strong male voices and I could feel how wonderful we sounded. Unseen angelic voices were there to support our humble offering, I think. "The song of the righteous is a prayer unto me," and the words of the songs we had routinely rehearsed for so many weeks were carried deep into my soul on this holiest of occasions to make it difficult to voice without tears the heartfelt message - a message of unbounded hope to all those who suffer spiritually, as well as physically or emotionally:<br /><br />Because He lives,<br />I can bear whatever burden may be mine.<br />I am encircled in the arms of love divine.<br />Because He lives,<br />He will banish every shadow of my pain.<br />Every sorrow will be swallowed up in Him,<br />For in HIs hand is healing for the weary soul. <br />This I know -<br />Because He lives.<br /><br />I feel such personal gratitude for the Savior of all Mankind - and for His gift of having YOU in my life.Terri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149963150218426613.post-20507197154128445762008-12-15T21:05:00.000-08:002008-12-15T21:08:12.599-08:00The end of the story<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouCvngombozpi7LNuecrlyYX-lw4NxjZ-dAoPO6E3uZDmrlCctkHXL5oS_BtW1dkjiCxgWBKCmcC0PIPzl9vn3IVqneQHntT85kvNfk1TSWjbwtEgI-BqEO_2MlHqJJsPLvBlBS8KlWo/s1600-h/Terri's+Photos015.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouCvngombozpi7LNuecrlyYX-lw4NxjZ-dAoPO6E3uZDmrlCctkHXL5oS_BtW1dkjiCxgWBKCmcC0PIPzl9vn3IVqneQHntT85kvNfk1TSWjbwtEgI-BqEO_2MlHqJJsPLvBlBS8KlWo/s320/Terri's+Photos015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280250265424702594" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3mg7iBvM-z_lgmP8GN-Q5cxjmS3xt3a_ORBp5Gmo9k31YDEzq9bEA8es_0FoE0PKkAzNXt0vR2nY2LulqDdgoFyqTMRt5FN4_SuAMfSVf8M2D2akoJ4tCIDfTzM1K8hTo8ph5HSOsUw/s1600-h/Terri's+Photos014.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3mg7iBvM-z_lgmP8GN-Q5cxjmS3xt3a_ORBp5Gmo9k31YDEzq9bEA8es_0FoE0PKkAzNXt0vR2nY2LulqDdgoFyqTMRt5FN4_SuAMfSVf8M2D2akoJ4tCIDfTzM1K8hTo8ph5HSOsUw/s320/Terri's+Photos014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280250257915356898" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ERcO_RaYZglx8QHiiU3zgxz3hg2JtoDWtKwoTFRzUtbwkO7hL7p5qiNCFxuuEa5G_-8GRo_aGt7RMyIfqKc8QzRCXCoQou2_x7R07hLUShpM_3WlulahMLTU2STrhJZlGChW8nzhwMA/s1600-h/Terri's+Photos013.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ERcO_RaYZglx8QHiiU3zgxz3hg2JtoDWtKwoTFRzUtbwkO7hL7p5qiNCFxuuEa5G_-8GRo_aGt7RMyIfqKc8QzRCXCoQou2_x7R07hLUShpM_3WlulahMLTU2STrhJZlGChW8nzhwMA/s320/Terri's+Photos013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280250254155802802" /></a><br />Here are the rest of the photos.Terri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149963150218426613.post-35808718428132304562008-12-15T21:02:00.001-08:002008-12-15T21:04:35.685-08:00More Christmas Photos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif-BhxuacLw68Ahl4KAdmyVeDLVGuuT_dQua6-uuXuUoSiZ8tSuYhi5AgHWxsUB9IJmmFmI_E-WX1t8OT8qyhjzJtm91VvGHedij3-7NAXeQivj5ytiXnzX__9t7cF7nIDzXaJJzFTEmk/s1600-h/Terri's+Photos012.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif-BhxuacLw68Ahl4KAdmyVeDLVGuuT_dQua6-uuXuUoSiZ8tSuYhi5AgHWxsUB9IJmmFmI_E-WX1t8OT8qyhjzJtm91VvGHedij3-7NAXeQivj5ytiXnzX__9t7cF7nIDzXaJJzFTEmk/s320/Terri's+Photos012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280249382677033202" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1jFhBLMocGcH50dS9UZZr5MynUvn5dfFcZpK3SOWQgMRbgOEe7bfVQlM_1BLy3LRQiicMkR7ZagHIX5ndGLLu2PLNxjGnAawaxXcBlA7atSaB7JhyphenhyphenbZk0y0DsUHdNNZev2SiOXqVSVw/s1600-h/Terri's+Photos011.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1jFhBLMocGcH50dS9UZZr5MynUvn5dfFcZpK3SOWQgMRbgOEe7bfVQlM_1BLy3LRQiicMkR7ZagHIX5ndGLLu2PLNxjGnAawaxXcBlA7atSaB7JhyphenhyphenbZk0y0DsUHdNNZev2SiOXqVSVw/s320/Terri's+Photos011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280249373496013762" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_wnhhMmZAbGPvHM3wfri1xvPGYSXbyzU0aHNJip5vHq7u-Uy9vjq55sC3ksQaMK7f7DxPknEvtWr5v9ux2B_Q2Sp8L6ZbiEE4KaL8DOM8H16elnoWARlPlRF6U5tVSPQEY7h_eu3JUQ/s1600-h/Terri's+Photos010.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_wnhhMmZAbGPvHM3wfri1xvPGYSXbyzU0aHNJip5vHq7u-Uy9vjq55sC3ksQaMK7f7DxPknEvtWr5v9ux2B_Q2Sp8L6ZbiEE4KaL8DOM8H16elnoWARlPlRF6U5tVSPQEY7h_eu3JUQ/s320/Terri's+Photos010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280249370963609874" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdSBwOMWK6yEpey1RAIE2WzZc3vhY5Ncr6Axlp4Mxx759c9huHyHNFCZavPSVYX7bwZd_2mWK9HNPAy3uIzO0lZbFNdTt1Vj-xzHLuoQW-yH9NHoNC3_gH_-hDxbWpydS2pJdUI4BShc/s1600-h/Terri's+Photos009.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdSBwOMWK6yEpey1RAIE2WzZc3vhY5Ncr6Axlp4Mxx759c9huHyHNFCZavPSVYX7bwZd_2mWK9HNPAy3uIzO0lZbFNdTt1Vj-xzHLuoQW-yH9NHoNC3_gH_-hDxbWpydS2pJdUI4BShc/s320/Terri's+Photos009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280249362676578514" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOgfC8Btj7X1mj53JIJ1c6HpUoqnj3eyPt2SZSfYTCYATGPF49qkqEzcsT3cJBBslZztTDoF8SQahv3XTe92-SkZJ5eDMbydXHFWfjud2_SLbHD24mQEHgtzcJfQvMHTNU1CXLPMz6D_A/s1600-h/Terri's+Photos008.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOgfC8Btj7X1mj53JIJ1c6HpUoqnj3eyPt2SZSfYTCYATGPF49qkqEzcsT3cJBBslZztTDoF8SQahv3XTe92-SkZJ5eDMbydXHFWfjud2_SLbHD24mQEHgtzcJfQvMHTNU1CXLPMz6D_A/s320/Terri's+Photos008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280249352514407890" /></a><br />I can only figure out how to up-load a few at a time. Here are some more.Terri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149963150218426613.post-3202961457733741832008-12-15T20:19:00.000-08:002008-12-15T20:24:17.028-08:00Christmas Tradition<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEion5usXccrWCcnSsQVO_QUNO_xDr-sDHv_wpe1rx4IRXMkLyeEMpeqdjo_ufOe-mn6LW6JRLTOWY1Lg_e7s2ckTD3CPRZ0vXfwO1hj0o1QqBR-doAQsexAKFkHCgynNBWkhG7sis4cPBc/s1600-h/Terri's+Photos007.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEion5usXccrWCcnSsQVO_QUNO_xDr-sDHv_wpe1rx4IRXMkLyeEMpeqdjo_ufOe-mn6LW6JRLTOWY1Lg_e7s2ckTD3CPRZ0vXfwO1hj0o1QqBR-doAQsexAKFkHCgynNBWkhG7sis4cPBc/s320/Terri's+Photos007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280238930653924466" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ67ql_4CSJjnjudrZ6UeJGmD780h2mggg0HgQNxyZyp4B58wtZKEUsJDBMUue7QR23LtRxNoqz6XEu5Be61MwGWaH0pTqlBuFsIH5ytQT559MNWx_kYsWKpCvOX2qER5Xpgtb38MtPVk/s1600-h/Terri's+Photos006.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ67ql_4CSJjnjudrZ6UeJGmD780h2mggg0HgQNxyZyp4B58wtZKEUsJDBMUue7QR23LtRxNoqz6XEu5Be61MwGWaH0pTqlBuFsIH5ytQT559MNWx_kYsWKpCvOX2qER5Xpgtb38MtPVk/s320/Terri's+Photos006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280238926660086770" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFWoKyuwADKcQrKprVjzfz1LAhpV7SstW5hydsYG-sqDcOLU18ufOhB4b-jYQUqEFBuE054QMb1IIQezQUkbEuZ9pucS9i3Njl4hpWxhz78LbCWaaq-z8_j-gHZH1dm3ly2Zb3rlZBEVk/s1600-h/Terri's+Photos005.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFWoKyuwADKcQrKprVjzfz1LAhpV7SstW5hydsYG-sqDcOLU18ufOhB4b-jYQUqEFBuE054QMb1IIQezQUkbEuZ9pucS9i3Njl4hpWxhz78LbCWaaq-z8_j-gHZH1dm3ly2Zb3rlZBEVk/s320/Terri's+Photos005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280238915061007682" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxXzwuwjeHQcCgraB1h1jXjwcL5ozxj0UqNQkNpR6XM9XkmeqXX1LN-y42HuoOjMzTs26kMSqEaI-RZ7YTULX4LyHyzpsjxM1bnRs4hmIInVOEii6qU0szVhpKB0LGXfuTJdUtZQIv7w/s1600-h/Terri's+Photos004.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxXzwuwjeHQcCgraB1h1jXjwcL5ozxj0UqNQkNpR6XM9XkmeqXX1LN-y42HuoOjMzTs26kMSqEaI-RZ7YTULX4LyHyzpsjxM1bnRs4hmIInVOEii6qU0szVhpKB0LGXfuTJdUtZQIv7w/s320/Terri's+Photos004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280238911754811106" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiobuQpjnn_P1mvU21xXPa2XFvcBaP-Hs23yjLHo8F0WIbvfJhcgnWLX1SnljZHE6PP47_8BlISOYB9ISasin34aRBUbttrU1MSHYkLhicO50H0TVzllBZAdJk0Fzj8-j6hhjtxo0uLP7k/s1600-h/Terri's+Photos004.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiobuQpjnn_P1mvU21xXPa2XFvcBaP-Hs23yjLHo8F0WIbvfJhcgnWLX1SnljZHE6PP47_8BlISOYB9ISasin34aRBUbttrU1MSHYkLhicO50H0TVzllBZAdJk0Fzj8-j6hhjtxo0uLP7k/s320/Terri's+Photos004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280238909177523794" /></a><br />Kim, Ryan and the boys came over for FHI tonight. Terri took some nice photos that go with the Christmas story in Luke 2. We hope you enjoy them.Terri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149963150218426613.post-84283068739263599702008-12-13T23:31:00.000-08:002008-12-13T23:42:09.175-08:00Was ist das?I'm here to let you all know that we're going to really dress this up for company as we've put this location on our Christmas latter. That's committment! (Not my strong suit.) Maybe I'll just put in our Christmas letter for a start.<br /> So I start looking around the headings & instructions and everything's in German! Now I have a really great accent and I remember most of my ALM dialogue from Jr. high school, but I don't actually understand German. Roger, did you get in here? I wish you'd post some pics, cause no one wants to look at this w/o pics. AOK! ROGER will dress this up. And I changed the language to French.Terri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149963150218426613.post-16897637745205242122008-11-09T00:25:00.000-08:002008-11-09T00:38:02.922-08:00Roger & I tried to have a cool date tonight. We went down to the beach (paid $10) and watched an old favorite movie (Un Homme et Une Femme) we saw when we were first married. So we took pillows & blankets & Chinese food and sat in the back watching it on our car DVD player. Didn't want to use up gas so we turned the engine off & just used the battery. An hour or so into the film there was this loud screeching sound and we lunged to turn off the car. Too late. The battery was dead. Dad was surprised, but I had predicted as much. We called & got disconnected from USAA a few times, but finally got thru before my phone died. 45 minutes later a tow truck came to jump us & we were on our way. I told Roger if that had been our first date, I wouldn't have gone out with him again. j/k Harmless adventures are fun- esp to blog.Terri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149963150218426613.post-45973012787826613482008-11-01T10:38:00.000-07:002008-11-01T10:55:03.646-07:00Shazaam!Boy, if I had time I'd really let loose on this. I have a new camera and I Can learn to download the photos (didn't do ANY & my camera was stolen last week minutes after I filled the card!)& it seems like I'm typing faster than ever. There's so much to say, but I have to do my bills & pick up Charity & Jill at the airport & get ready for Doug's wedding. But definitely after the election my life will change - timewise. All our lives may change drastically soon after that blessed/cursed event. Oh well - life begets life and you're not down till you're 6 feet under - and even then not for long. Oooo. That sounds potentially kinda Halloween-y! I'd better stop now. I'm digging myself into a hole - oop there I go again!Terri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149963150218426613.post-8059435492437626402008-11-01T10:35:00.000-07:002008-11-01T10:37:45.739-07:00a work finally in progressI actually changed the appearance of my site by myself! If it's all messed up that means it didn't work. sighTerri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149963150218426613.post-51277915917211628332007-11-17T09:08:00.000-08:002007-11-17T09:20:27.997-08:00first timeI' m NOT ready to do this. Jill's making me write something, but I don't want to think about it right now. We just got back from Mesa and we're going to Ky's on Tuesday. This is NOT a good time . I need more TIME! I need to clean out this office. Maybe tomorrow - Sunday. No. I'll probably want to take a nap then. Maybe at Ky's when I have nothing to do. No. I'll forget to bring Jill's instructions and spend too much time trying to enter things that don't work. How about the middle of December - just before we go to Keith's wedding. I won't have anything to do then - if I get all my shopping and mailing done by then, which I really need to do before we go to SLC and meet my mom. Well, I can do it for SURE after we get home - Dec. 24 or 25 or the 26th at the latest! That sounds perfect! A time for every season they say.Terri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7149963150218426613.post-80374641764681637422007-10-12T17:02:00.001-07:002007-10-12T17:03:22.701-07:00We are here!We have arrived. Who would have guessed that now I can not only turn my computer on but have a website too?Terri and Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09711835152841368738noreply@blogger.com0