New Job

Delight yourself in the Lord; And He will give you the desires of your heart. Pslam 37:4
I have been looking for a job for about two weeks. I finally found one. I was happy to be working so close to home, but disappointed in the pay rate. I took the job anyway trusting God to make things work out. He has always been there for us and there is no reason to believe that He would abandon us now. Anyway, I oriented on Wednesday. The people that I worked with were friendly, the work was not hard and I felt like I would enjoy it, even though I hadn't made such a small salary in the past ten years. There were pluses. It is only a two minute drive from home and I would be able to come home for dinner at night. So, I was good with it. Then... Thursday afternoon, as I was getting ready for my second day at my new job, I got a phone call. It was the Director of Nursing for another facility. She had an opening for a charge nurse and wanted me to start right away. This facility is only 15 miles from my home. Not a bad drive. I would be working on the secured unit. That is basically, the Alzheimers' unit. I like Alzheimers'. I would be by myself, but there are only 20 beds, so it is a very small unit. All good. The best part is that she offered me approximately 33% more an hour than what I would be making if I stayed where I am at. Not much of a decision there. I told her I would take the job and regretfully explained to the nice people down the street that although they were great, I could not pass up this other opportunity. They understood and wished me well. I am now extremely excited about this new job and the ability to pay my bills without undo distress and having a little bit left over to spend on my home, my grandchildren and of course Starbucks, YUMMMM. Like the Psalmist said, "Delight yourself in the Lord; And He will give you the desires of your heart." Even though we don't always know exactly what that may be until we recieve it.
Other news, We got a package from Aaron in the mail today. He sent some pictures of his Company and some of him in his uniform. He looks so handsome. He also sent me such a sweet card, it made me cry. I am so proud of him. Another desire answered by God.

A letter from Aaron!

I finally got a letter today. Aaron was very excited about what he has been doing. He wrote first about the Church he is attending and about he friend getting saved. Then he wrote to tell me about what they are doing in basic right now, "On Monday we went to a grenade range and practiced with a bunch a cheap small ones for ever, then we got to throw one real grenade. That was a whole lot of fun. Tuesday, we went to a range and learned how to fire a lot of machine guns and got to shoot a lot of machine guns that day. Which included the 50 cal. which was a blast. Today we learned how to use grenade launchers and an Anti-tank weapon. We didn't get to use any live rounds for the things we shot today, but it was still a lot of fun. " HE goes on to tell me about 8k marches and sleeping in the field for 3 days. Again, he calls it "FUN". I am so proud of my soldier. I am proud of what he is doing. They graduate from basic on August 30. I wish we could go and see him. It just isn't possible for us to travel to Missouri right now. Oh yeah, Pictures are courtesy of the company web site.

Meeting the hairy bunch.

Krysta came to visit last night. She brought with her, of course, the rug rats. She also brought Emmitt. She had brought him over before and we introduced him to Saul, our 75 pound german shepherd. This time we decided to let them play. Emmitt is big enough to handle it now. We also met the newest member of the Hamon Family. His name is Spike and he is 8 weeks old. Jacob and Lucy really had a good time carrying him around wrapped in a blanket. He is a baby after all.

Meeting the hairy bunch!

Emmitt and Uncle Saul, making friends.
It's Baby's turn to hold the kitty.
Holding Spike, I like him, he's little.
Grandma has a new Kitty


Krysta and Emmitt, visiting Grandma.

O-kay, so now I am officially irritated. I haven't gotten a letter from Aaron in over a week. Krysta got one, Tish got one, Geri got her birthday present and I can bet, he has written his girlfriend. WHERE'S MY LETTER? I write him twice a week.
Well, maybe I am pouting (a little) but I am his Mom, and I want my letter. Maybe I miss the big turd just a little.

We got a letter from Aaron's Commander this last week. Included in with all the other stuff was a great website.This is Echo Company arriving at processing.You can just see Aaron's face over the big guys right shoulder. It looks like he is being addressed in this picture.
Here, everyone one running out of that "cool" gas chamber, They don't look like they had as much fun as Aaron did.
Oh yeah, Climbing ropes.
The picture on the top left, looks like they are practicing a rescue. Aaron is standing alone to the left of the picture. Well, that's all for now. I'll keep everyone posted with new pics as soon as I get them.

And Lucy says:
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake
Little Baker Man
bake me a cookie
as fast as you can.

Roll it up and cut it out
and put it in a pan
then put it in the oven
Hurry, Little Baker Man

Cover it with icing
as pretty as you please
and soon we'll have a cookie
for Jacob and me.

It may be old and outdated but it is kid-friendly and obviously Mother approved.
I Love "Sonic the Hedgehog!"

MOM? "I'm just going to get you out of this hole."

Hey, What Happened?

Just one more ring.

The end result, some very tasty and I think pretty cool looking Home-made sugar cookies with home-made Buttercream icing and lots of candy sprinkles.

Well, maybe, just a taste.

We tried to get Lucy to help, but playing with 20 pounds of "Candy" under the dining table was more fun.

Making cookies is prety messy work. But you get to taste as you go and raw cookie dough is pretty good. Jacob really liked making hand shaped cookies by using his little hand as a pattern.

Yesterday was a busy day. I spent all morning cleaning my house and all afternoon with my grand children. Jacob and I made cookies.

We got a letter from our son, Aaron, the other day. He is spending his summer with Uncle Sam in Missouri. He is in boot camp at Fort Leonard Wood. He writes,"I've been having a lot of fun the last few days... On Friday, they took us to the gas chamber and it was pretty bad. But, at the same time, it was pretty cool. The gas they use is tear gas... They made use go in with our gas masks on, break the seal on it, then clear the gas out of it (putting it back on, of course). After that, we had to take it off and say a few things, one at a time. When they felt we had been in there long enough, they let us out. It made my eyes burn and water like crazy. It made my nose run for like 2 minutes straight, snot just pouring out of it. My chest felt like there was a fire inside it and my skin burned all over. After about 10-15 minutes, my skin quit burning and the other stuff stopped after about 5 minutes. It was actually a lot of fun."

I don't know about the rest of you, but I can't imagine, my skin burning for 20 minutes and snot pouring out of my nose being a lot of fun. He also talks about, running over bridges, climbing over logs and up ropes, jumping ditches and crawling under barbed wire as if he is on a Sunday Picnic at the beach. I am glad he is enjoying the Army, but I don't think I will be joining up any time soon. That is just too much FUN for me.

Jerry And Saul relaxing on the love seat!

Where did Lucy come from? Oh how, we wish, we knew!
How can she be so special, at the ripe old age of two?
Wher did she get those curls and that angelic smile?
How did she learn such charm, in such a little while?
Where did Lucy come from, with that precious cherub's face
that gives us such sweet kisses and blesses us each day?
The angels must have brought her, for,
her Mommy named her Grace
and only God can grant that,
HE must have sent her to this place.
Where did Lucy come from?
We don't really, even care!
We love just being near her
and we're so thankful that she's here!
Love, Gramma and Papoo

Annoying People

We have a woman at work, who walks in the door, smiling and greeting everyone. That is usually not too annoying, considering, I am in a fairly good mood, too, when I first arrive at work. But, she doesn't stop there... What really bugs me is her laughter. She laughs all night long. I am not kidding. She laughs at everything, uncontrollably. She laughs so hard, you would think she is going to wet herself. ALL NIGHT LONG!!! EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, FOR EIGHT HOURS STRAIGHT!!! She laughs and laughs and laughs. How in the world can anyone possibly find that many things to laugh at? I just want to throw something at her. I want to yell at her to, "STOP IT!!" I'm a jerk, right? I should be happy for her that she enjoys her job so much. I should feel some kind, warm and fuzzy thoughts toward someone who has so much joy in her heart. Well, I DON"T! Her constant maniacal laughter is driving me insane. I work in a nursing home, I raised four kids, I live near a railroad track, I grew up in South Dallas and my lullaby as a child was the sweet song of police sirens and barking dogs. I have learned to tune out most annoying noises, including a ringing telephone (while I am trying to sleep). Why can't I tune out that laugh? I think I need professional help or at least a Valium before I clock in at work. I have learned, over the past few weeks of struggling with getting into this house, how to be patient, how to be humble and how to overlook the small irritants in my life, I just can't seem to get past this. How do you tell someone to quit being happy ALL the damn time? Life just isn't that funny!!!

Sometimes when I sit and think, I actually have a thought or two, about what I am doing now and other things that I SHOULD do. And then the thought occurs to me, that THINKING'S not too safe, and I really should stop doing it, before it is too late!!!

Tish and her new "baby", Candy. Candy is a 5 yr old, American shorthair. Tish adopted from the SPCA. She is spayed, declawed, housebroken, microchipped, and a sweetheart, who just happens to weigh 20 pounds.

Jacob was not happy about "Bonk" leaving. I don't think he really understood what was going on. He just knew, he didn't like it.