'Nother prayer request, y'all. The baby of the two boys I babysit during the week had a severe allergic reaction to something Wednesday night. They don't know if it's eggs, peanut butter, tomatoes, or the antibiotic he's been taking, but he's breaking out in hives and isn't very comfortable right now. He's taking a steroid and benadryl to control the reaction. And today, he fell off of my lap (I was sitting in a chair) while reaching for a crayon that was too far away and hit his head on the linoleum floor. Nice goose egg and a pretty bruise. Poor baby. He cried for a while after that one. He's fine now, but it scared me a little. Just pray that they find what he's reacting to and that it's not something that will change the whole household's lifestyle.
On to other things. Astroworld was a blast! Had so much fun playing in the rain! And we get to go back because we got rain checks. Yay! Saw this at Mark's website and thought you might enjoy.
At a small terminal in the Texas Panhandle, three strangers are awaiting their shuttle flight. One is a Native American passing through from Oklahoma.
Another, a local ranch hand on his way to Ft. Worth for a stock show. The third passenger is an Arab student, newly arrived at the Texas oil patch from the Middle East.
To pass the time they strike up a conversation on recent events, and the discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon the Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout Muslim. The conversation falls into an uneasy lull.
The cowpoke leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table, tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face. The wind outside blows tumbleweeds and the old windsock flaps, but no plane comes.
Finally, the Native American clears his throat and softly, he speaks: 'Once my people were many, Now we are few.'The Muslim raises an eyebrow and leans forward, 'Once my people were few,' he sneers, 'and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?'
.......
The Texan shifts the toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says, 'That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet.'
Yay for Texas!!!
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Hey, Porkchop, I was gonna ask, do I "radiate"? (Sunday School class) Love you, too. And yeah, that'll be a great memory.
Yeah, me too. Heh.
Um, THE blog administrator wants all of you to know what Porkchop said. So, again, I'll mediate. For Paul's sake. "oh, paul ashe called today, he wanted to talk to you! i told him that i would give you his number: (edited). he didn't say why, but i'm curious to know. hmmm.....i wonder...."
And Porkchop, I'll try to give him a call pretty soon.
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