GIRLS NIGHT OUT!!!!!!

Well, Patrick told me I could go out tonight. Wow, wasn't that great . Of course he was going to watch wrestling, He has to watch his wrestling. LOL

Any ways I was just going to go shopping for some new pants (mine are all getting too big) YEA!
So Eileen asked me what I was going to do and I told her shopping, but I didn't have too. So we decided to go out and have a girls night out. It was so fun!!

First we went to Mr. Will's, he now has a bar (club) what ever you want to call it. So we went in to it and we ordered some appetitizers, and a drink. It has been so long since I have gone out like that I had no idea what to order. Eileen helped me by ordering something called a buttery nipple. Yumm, it was pretty good. I consist of butterscotch schnapps and baileys Irish cream. They had a band playing and it was so loud in such a small area, that you could hardly understand what they were saying. After a while we decided to leave there and go to Chilies' and have a drink there. At least you could hear your self talk. And we met a cute bartender, of course he was of college age.

All in all I had a good time. Poor Eileen has to get up and go to work in the morning. Luckily I don't have too. But I need to go in some time tomorrow and get some of my work done before Susan and I have to do End of Month closing on Monday. It's hard to believe that it is almost an other year gone. And 2007 is almost here. Wow, time sure seems to go too fast.

Well guess I better get off here for now, and will try to blog again later.
And that's life in a small town......

PRAYER POWER

This story was written by a doctor who worked in Africa.

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator. (We had no electricity to run an incubator.) We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.

One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.

As in the West it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

"All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. "Your job is to keep the baby warm."

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby.

I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.

During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon."

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she continued by adding, "And while You are at it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl, so she'll know that You really love her?"

As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen?" ! I just did not believe that God could do this.

Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything.

The Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there?


The only way God could answer would be for a package to arrive from the homeland.

I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived near the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting.

Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored.

Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas-that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out -- yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle, I cried.

I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of, the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!"

Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child-five months before -- in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon."



Before they call, I will answer! Isaiah 65:24


"Eph 6:18 Keep On Praying"

Prayer is one FREE gift that we all can use!!!!

FRUAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BEWARE......

At this time of year, or even any time, be careful if you have a credit card or bank acct. I have heard from people at work that there are scams going around about people trying to steal your information.

WELL, I think it has happened to ME.

Let me explain, yesterday when I checked my e-mail, I saw that I had mail from one of my credit card companys. It said that some one had tried to go into my acct. from a different IP, which looked suspicous, and wanted me to go to a link they provided, and change my password and update my information. Well, after hearing about the fraud before, I called my credit card company. They of course asked me all my information to confirm who I was. And then told me that my account was fine.
The lady then told me to forward her the email that I recieved to the fraud department.

WOW, was I glad that I called in, before I started putting all my information in that so called update. SOME ONE WANTED TO BE ME.....how scarry is that!!!

And that's life in a small town.

I was told I needed to BLOG!!!

Ok, so let me see what I have to blog about. Hummmm Last Saturday night we were invited over to some friends(co-worker)house for a little party. A few of the guys from work came too. We had so good food, and of course everyone was have a few drinks. I took my caffeine free diet coke. Patrick even took him a little grape wine. Yes, I was the designated driver. At least for me and Patrick. LOL
The reason for the party was for Shane's birthday. It was at his house.
Here are a few pictures that were taken.

This one is of Stephanie and Shane. Their house.

This is Jason(another co-worker) and Patrick.

Patrick was trying to love up to all the women, not really, he was just asking for hugs from them. And getting his picture made with them.
All in all I think we had a good time.