I made it out this morning to church and choir practice. I sang with the choir this morning. It was nice to get back into the normal swing of things. Danielle & family were not at church this morning, it seems that Danielle is feeling under the weather.
I finished up the table top this afternoon. Here it is with the first of three final top coats. A closer detail of the center design.I spoke with Walter this afternoon, he had a great time at the concert he attended yesterday. The rest of the family over for a short visit this afternoon with LG. We did a few jobs for her as well as enjoy the great company and conversation.
The boys went out this afternoon and rented several movies for our viewing pleasure:
- Larry the Cable Guy: Health Inspector - really odd and truly funny.
- Final Fantasy VII - I found this to be really odd and it was a cartoon.
- The Da Vinci Treasure - it had nothing to do with the Di Vinci Code, it was about a treasure. It had a National Treasure feel.
- The Ringer - better than I thought it would be.
E-mail Strikes Again -
This Will Give You Goose bumps...
A drunk man in an Oldsmobile they said had run the light that caused the six-car pileup on 109 that night. When broken bodies lay about and blood was everywhere, the sirens screamed out eulogies, for death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car, was heard above the noise; her plaintive plea near split the air: "Oh, God, please spare my boys!" She fought to loose her pinned hands; She struggled to get free, but mangled metal held her fast in grim captivity. Her frightened eyes then focused on where the back seat once had been, but all she saw was broken glass and two children's seats crushed in. Her twins were nowhere to be seen; She did not hear them cry, and then she prayed they'd been thrown free, "Oh, God, don't let them die!"
Then firemen came and cut her loose, but when they searched the back, they found therein no little boys, but the seat belts were intact. They thought the woman had gone mad and was traveling alone, but when they turned to question her, they discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild and screaming above the noise in beseeching supplication, "Please help me find my boys! They're four years old and wear blue shirts; Their jeans are blue to match." One cop spoke up, "They're in my car, and they don't have a scratch. They said their daddy put them there and gave them each a cone, then told them both to wait for Mom to come and take them home. I've searched the area high and low, but I can't find their dad. He must have fled the scene, I guess, and that is very bad."
The mother hugged the twins and said, "While wiping at a tear, he could not flee the scene, you see, for he's been dead a year." The cop just looked confused and asked, "Now, how can that be true?"
The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came and left a kiss for you. He told us not to worry and that you would be all right, and then he put us in this car with the pretty, flashing light. We wanted him to stay with us, because we miss him so, but Mommy, he just hugged us tight and said he had to go. He said someday we'd understand and told us not to fuss, and he said to tell you, Mommy, He's watching over us."
The mother knew without a doubt that what they spoke was true, for she recalled their dad's last words, " I will watch over you."
The firemen's notes could not explain the twisted, mangled car, and how the three of them escaped without a single scar. But on the cop's report was scribed, In print so very fine, "An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109."
A mother, trapped inside her car, was heard above the noise; her plaintive plea near split the air: "Oh, God, please spare my boys!" She fought to loose her pinned hands; She struggled to get free, but mangled metal held her fast in grim captivity. Her frightened eyes then focused on where the back seat once had been, but all she saw was broken glass and two children's seats crushed in. Her twins were nowhere to be seen; She did not hear them cry, and then she prayed they'd been thrown free, "Oh, God, don't let them die!"
Then firemen came and cut her loose, but when they searched the back, they found therein no little boys, but the seat belts were intact. They thought the woman had gone mad and was traveling alone, but when they turned to question her, they discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild and screaming above the noise in beseeching supplication, "Please help me find my boys! They're four years old and wear blue shirts; Their jeans are blue to match." One cop spoke up, "They're in my car, and they don't have a scratch. They said their daddy put them there and gave them each a cone, then told them both to wait for Mom to come and take them home. I've searched the area high and low, but I can't find their dad. He must have fled the scene, I guess, and that is very bad."
The mother hugged the twins and said, "While wiping at a tear, he could not flee the scene, you see, for he's been dead a year." The cop just looked confused and asked, "Now, how can that be true?"
The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came and left a kiss for you. He told us not to worry and that you would be all right, and then he put us in this car with the pretty, flashing light. We wanted him to stay with us, because we miss him so, but Mommy, he just hugged us tight and said he had to go. He said someday we'd understand and told us not to fuss, and he said to tell you, Mommy, He's watching over us."
The mother knew without a doubt that what they spoke was true, for she recalled their dad's last words, " I will watch over you."
The firemen's notes could not explain the twisted, mangled car, and how the three of them escaped without a single scar. But on the cop's report was scribed, In print so very fine, "An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109."
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