NLFS Merch

Micah's New Life Family Services merchandise came yesterday, and boy, was it nice stuff!  She got a baseball hat, a stocking hat and a sweatshirt, all with NLFS logos.  In fact, it was so nice, I went on-line to see if I could get a sweatshirt like hers.  NLFS IS an organization I'm always willing to promote and/or support.  No such luck . . . and I can't borrow her sweatshirt.  It's a couple of sizes too big!😢  

Our Black Friday Tradition!

For the second year in a row, Micah and I have gone to donate blood on Black Friday.  Last year, my iron wasn't high enough so only she gave.  This year, her iron wasn't high even so only I gave.  But, because she tried and they pricked her twice, we now each have a pair of American Red Cross Holiday socks!  Eat your hearts out!

 I'll wear mine for laughs.  She'll give you hers for free!

BTW, if you ever catch us wearing our socks without our shoes on, you'll be encouraged to "Give Blood".😁

Thankful Thursday!

I was thankful we finally got to meet Matt's girlfriend yesterday when they joined us for dinner at Dad's.  She's a sweetheart and we enjoyed getting to know her!

We made . . .

. . . a quick trip to Iowa yesterday to spend Thanksgiving Day with my dad.  We carried an already cooked turkey, a box of stuffing, a pumpkin pie, a container of Cool Whip, a package of crescent rolls, the makings for cabbage ramen noodle salad, and 9x13 pan of sweet potato souffle in the trunk.  

The best part of the whole meal?  After we had finished eating, Dad said, "Well, I get to keep the leftovers, don't I?"  

You betcha, Dad!  Enjoy! 

A belated . . .

 

Bad, Bad Margo

At the Y, we have the lap swimmers, some of us who desire to stay in the water until the last possible second to get in as many laps as possible in the limited amount of time we have been given to swim.

Then, there are the Water Ex people who believe that when they arrive, we (the lap swimmers) need to leave.  Some of them literally jump into the water in front of us in an effort to get us out of the pool.  Well, today, I got them out . . . 

I asked the lifeguard when I arrived at 8:00 a.m. if he wanted a break.  I normally do not do this, but the short end of a long story is that the custodian asked me to ask him if he needed a break.  He did not.  When I finished swimming at 8:50 a.m., I asked him again, saying that I would love to kick all of these water ex people out of the water for five minutes because they irritate me!  Bad Margo.  Bad, bad Margo.

He said, "Yes".  So cleared the pool and got everyone out while I made sure no one got into the pool - I am still Y staff so I can - and he took a potty break. The water ex instructor came over and asked me what was up.  I said, "Well, he's been here since 5 a.m. and he needed a break to use the bathroom."  Not really.  But I wasn't giving up my real reason!  

The New Dishwasher.

There it is.  Our brand new dishwasher that arrived yesterday morning.  Our brand new dishwasher that remains in the box because it was just delivered yesterday.  Not installed.  Delivered.  Never mind that we have seventy-two hours after delivery to determine if the dishwasher works.  We can't use it as is - like in the box.

I spent over thirty minutes on the phone yesterday, trying to get that baby installed:

• Person One:  Let me confirm your information and then I will connect you to the right party for installation.  
• Person Two:  I'm sorry we have no installers in your area.  I can't help you.
• Me:  Then transfer me to someone who can.
• Person Three:  Let me confirm your information  . . . 
• Person Four:  Someone will call you within the next twenty-four hours to set up your installation.  If we do not, you can call someone and we will reimburse you for the installation fees.  
• Me:  Really?  And I have some great swamp land . . .  

Sam is back on the phone with Sears as I type.  All I can say is this:

• I need to thank God that I have water (and I don't have to go to the river to fetch it);
• I need to thank God that I have running hot water coming out of my faucet (and that I don't have to boil it);
• I need to thank God that I have a sink in my house that has heat (and that I am not homeless);
• I need to thank God that I am so much more privileged than most of the world.

This is a first world problem.  It's frustrating, but in light of all I have, I have no need to complain.  Besides, I have a brand new, albeit useless, dishwasher!