RANDOM SNIPPETS

First, a shout out to my bff Miss Sniz for blessing my blog with the following award.

I have to say, it's nice when someone in blogland feels that your blog is award worthy. But excellent friends like Sniz? They're simply the best of all.
And in true bloggity spirit, I pass this award on to;
Scot at Attracting and Feeding Birds in Your Yard.

And now, just a few random moments to share.

Ezra Nehemesther. She's good people. Actually, it's yet another Bunkerism from Olivia, who was reviewing all the books of the Old Testament for AWANA yesterday. She was coasting along mah-velously when all of a sudden, Ms. Nehemesther made her debut. Ms. Nehemesther (Ezra, if you will) can be found in the Old Testament, lodged somewhere between the Chronicles and Job. If you know what I'm talking about, high fives and keep up the good work. If you don't, shhhh! Listen carefully. Hear that? It's your local church, calling you to join them this Sunday.

Have you seen The Polar Express? If so, do you recall the opening scene that, well, scared the b'jeebies out of half the kids in the theater? The scene where that big honkin' train pulls up late at night. It screeeeeeches to a bone chilling halt in front of the boy's house, thereby sucking the necessary breath out of every child under the age of 55 5. Well, I don't mean to "one up" you, but in Toni's world, life often imitates art. It's a gift.

Okay, so. Last night at 2am, I lived that Polar Express scene. See, I was minding my own 2am business, when all of a sudden this HUMONG-ENORMOUS noise told me, "Somethin' aint quite right on the ol' culdy tonight." I mean, it sounded soooo loud, you'd have almost thought a full sized, 18-wheel semi truck was passing through. What. In. Thee. World???

Once my vital signs stabilized, I went to the window and threw up the sash.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
There it was in all its glory.
An 18 wheel semi truck.

Rub eyes.

Blink.

Rub harder.

Pinch self.

Check for pulse.

Okay then, I was reaally seeing it. A full sized "all 18 wheels accounted for" 18-wheel semi had turned around in our "made for nothing bigger than a mini-van" cul-de-sac and was dropping our neighbor off. What was she doing out at 2am? Not sure. Why did she arrive home in a semi truck? Can't venture a guess (we're in a newer subdivision and the nearest truck stop is,...I don't even know of any in this area.) And why, oh why did she have that semi pull into our normally quiet residential cul-de-sac instead of just dropping her off at the top of our street? It boggles the mind. Have I told you how much I miss country living? I'm just sayin'.

Finally, I'd like to take this opportunity to thank those who prayed for Reece's, um, posterior. I'm happy to report he now has the appropriate Butt Paste to cure a run-of-the-mill case of Eczema.

And how was your weekend?

Toni