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Bachman's Idea House - Minneapolis - May 2, 2010

* Got to tour Bachman’s (Florist) “Idea House” in Minneapolis on the 2nd.   Every few months, they completely change the interior decor.  This time, the theme centered on re-purposing and re-cycling.  If you’ve read my About Me page, you know I love redeeming cast off stuff anyway, so the tour really whetted by creative instincts.       

* For May, this is a bit too chilly for me.

* Am so enjoying the Goldfinches coming to our feeder.

* Iris’ are blooming. 

* Annual community Garage Sale this Saturday.  Am in such a mood to simplify and downsize.   Anyone interested in a ’50s turquoise rotary dial telephone?  Very retro!  There is going to be so many cool goodies in our sale; if it weren’t my stuff, I’d be excited to buy it.  But…oh, yeah, I’m downsizing, aren’t I?

* Praying with a group on a regularly basis  for a unit of guys in Afghanistan.  God is answering in miraculous ways.  It has boosted my faith immensely…and taught me that we ask far too little of God.  Prayer is a privilege!!!  Why don’t we take advantage of it more?  Seriously, the Creator of the Universe wants to hear from you.  He loves you, you know.

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At Last!

 

He

 

Is

 

Back!

 

Thank You, Lord.

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Praying Him Home

 

I think  one reason I haven’t been posting lately is because I’ve been living a “new normal,” since our son was deployed to Afghanistan.  (See:  Moms of Military  ).  I don’t even have it in me right now to try to describe what it’s been like for us as parents.  So I’ll just say we are now praying him home. Lord willing, we’ll be meeting the squadron as it arrives from its completed deployment sometime in the next couple of weeks.  To God be the glory!  

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CRITICAL NEED FOR PRAYER!

 

 

At this very moment, there is a critical need for prayer for the safety of our troops in Afghanistan.  Whether or not you feel we should be there is not the issue.  God is waiting for us to cry out to Him for HIS intervention.  He knows what needs to happen and it needs to happen now!   We must turn to Him.  Immediately!  Lives are literally depending on our response.

Moms of Military

  

 

He drove our rental van.  My husband sat next to him in the front passenger seat, and I sat in the bucket seat behind hubby.  The photo shows the view beside me. …our son’s carry ons for his deployment to the Middle East.   Looking at it caused my heart to ache beyond words

 

We were on our way to the base where the rest of his squadron and their loved ones were also gathering to share departing expressions of love, and tears.  I’ve seen similar scenes in news broadcasts but this time we were part of it.   And my life has been different ever since. 

 

Thank God for technology.  We have been able to hear from him a few times.  Short reports.  But so much better than nothing.  I cannot imagine the agony of sweethearts, wives and mothers who were separated from their beloveds during the Civil War or WW II, and would hear nothing of them for months at a time.  Or years.

 

 It’s only been nine days.  But already, whenever I check my watch, my mind automatically calculates those nine and a half  hours ahead to the time zone where our son is stationed.   He’s asleep.  He’s awake.  He’s……………  It’s like that now.  All the time.

 

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Perfect Conditions for An Air Show

 

US Army Golden Knights Parachute Team - 50th Anniversary

US Army Golden Knights Parachute Team - 50th Anniversary

          Couldn’t have asked for more perfect conditions.  The “Wings Over Wayne” (county) Air Show was spectacular.  Sky was clear.  Temp was high 80s, sweat-soaked-clothing weather.  And the UVA/UVB rays served up a mess o’ southern vitamin D. 

          We did indeed slather on the SPF 30, over and over.  It worked great wherever we put it.  I ended up with a spot of bad sunburn on my elbow and on one ear, which was most humbling since I’d repeatedly harped on Hero and Handsome Son # 2 to make sure they put it on their ears. 

 

Working on a left-ear sunburn.

Working on a left-ear sunburn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even though I applied it over and over on my feet too, I also now have strips of sunburn between the straps of my sandals.  Documented that with my camera but after proofing the photos, decided…Hmmmm, nuh–uh…not posting this one.

The time we got our car into line outside the A.F. base to get into the air show, park, then walk at least a mile across part of the flightline, go through security, etc., until we found a spot to place our folding chairs, took a little over two hours. 

 

Hundreds found shade under the wings of giant aircraft.  Not us!

Hundreds found shade under the wings of giant aircraft. Not us!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sights, sounds, smells, and displays – on the ground and in the sky – had us on sensory overload. I tried to capture some of them but almost never got a sharp focus.  Just try photographing an F-15e Strike Eagle in flight!  I attempted it over and over.  Here’s my favorite shot. 

The jaw-dropping F-15e Strike Eagle

The jaw-dropping F-15e Strike Eagle

 

 

 

Hero & H.S. #2, waiting for up-close view of Strike Eagle cockpit.

Hero & H.S. #2, waiting for up-close view of Strike Eagle cockpit.

 

 

Mission accomplished - count the legs.

Mission accomplished - count the legs.

The highlights are way more than I can document now – since I need to get into the kitchen to start Parmesan Chicken – so I’ll sum it up by confessing that I want to go again next year.  Reeeeally want to! 

 Oh, alright.  Here you go: 

  

Sunny Souvenirs
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