The Big Red Van

I drive a big red van - salsa red pearl to be exact. One of the reasons I chose that color was because it was so visible.

So why do people keep hitting me!!??

It started with a very old man who couldn't tell his brake from his gas pedal (please give up your license Mr. Doyle). He sideswiped me as I was waiting for the light to turn green. Actually it had turned green and I was just stepping on the gas to go forward. Neither of us were hurt badly - actually he has a bleeding elbow which he refused to investigate; and I had a sore arm which Diane prayed for and it was healed totally- so I got his insurance info, got the damages appraised, got the okay, got the rental car, got my car repaired and all is well. That finished last week.

Fast forward to Tuesday this week. Again I am at a traffic light which has just turned green. I make sure no crazy driver is running his red light which they frequently do around here, and then I begin to step on the gas. Bam!! The girl behind me rams into my big, red van, She didn't see me. What about the big red van did you miss??
So now I have more repairs and a sore neck and back ( reminds me of the time the UPS truck rear ended me but that's another story from long ago.)

And, I guess we have to pray a little harder since my neck is still sore, and I'll have to wait till next week to get the car fixed because we have our People of Praise women's retreat this weekend. I'm driving to that.

So everybody - on the spillway, on I 55, at Middendorf's restaurant, on Hwy 22 in Roasaryville - there is a big red van coming - give me some space!
Thanks.

Disneyworld - a perspective

We experienced Disneyworld for the first time, Phil, Stephen and I. It was crowded and cold, then crowded and hot. However, the shows and attractions were all first class. Very imaginative. Thankfully we had the guide our of seasoned cousins, Chelsea, Evan, Abby & Julia Slattery (along with their mom and dad, Beth & Rich) to show us the best attractions.

Beth, the experienced mom, had snacks, sunscreen, maps, ibuprofen, and drinks. She really made the days easy. I on the other hand stood in many long lines to get a "quick" ice cream or frozen lemonade. I will do it differently next time.

On the other hand, we were able to get a handicap pass for Stephen. That pass was, to quote one park employee, "like gold." We were able to take the fast track on most every ride and attraction. That was great. There was no way Stephen could wait in the 20, 40 and 50 minute lines the rides were advertising. And almost all the attractions allowed all nine of us to enter on his pass. We appreciated that.

But it was all a bit much for Stephen who was ready to go home by 7 each night. (Never did see the fireworks). Wilderness Lodge was very nice and close by. I think if I go back, I'd like to see only one park, slowly. Epcot would be pleasant. Or maybe MGM studios. We need time to stroll the streets and stop in the stores. Time to watch the people and join the parade. Time to just sit. Stephen would like that and I think so would Phil and I.

Enjoying Gods' Gifts

Thought I would share with you some of my favorite flowers. The Japanese magnolias actually bloomed first. The tulips bloomed a few weeks later (since that's when I planted them).

***Spring has sprung here in the deep south. The weather is gorgeous! I hope to browse through the Sculpture Garden at City Park sometime soon. ***Stephen made me a beautiful happy birthday card at school today.

***Who knows the mind of the Lord who could invent such beauty, such love and such joy!

Enjoy life today!

You're Never Too Old...

Okay, so I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm a quick study. On my birthday eve eve I am attempting to, no, I am creating a blog - a term I didn't even know the meaning of a year ago.

The intent of this site is to post happenings about which others might want to know, along with pictures. I'm not up to videos, yet. I might also post a thought or two. Can't let my son John be the only one who waxes poetic!

So, here it goes and we'll see what happens.