Hurricane Ike

90% of my friends live in Houston, TX. A hurricane is hitting them at this very moment.  A big one.  It's weird to think, a year ago, I was living there.  I'm grateful I missed this storm, but at the same time, I wish I was there.  Is that a bit weird?  My friends are still there, and I won't know how they are until this has passed.  It may be a few days before I hear from them.

If you pray, please pray for them.

Yippee!

I'm finally gonna do something with my life.  Yay!  It's about time.  I've signed up to take classes t be a Dental Assistant.  Orientation is on friday and classes start on monday the 28th.

It will be good to get out of the house, and I'm totally stoked! (Except for the part of it starting at 7:45am and I have to drive 45 minutes to an hour depending on traffic...).  Blech!  I keep telling myself it will only be for 1 year.  That won't be so bad....right??

(oh...since I last wrote, I moved back to Utah....Texas was just too far away).  *sigh*

Ponderism

The hospital where I work is undergoing a bit of construction right now.  In order to make space for the addition, alot of the surroundings had to come out. Our gazebo, the patio, trees, etc...  As I have been watching them, a poem I know came to mind....

I watched them tearing a building down;
A gang of men in a busy town.
With a ho-heave-ho and a lusty yell,
They swung a beam and a side wall fell.

I asked the foremen, "Are these men skilled
And the kind you'd hire if you had to build?"
He gave a laugh and said, "No indeed!
Just common labor is all I need."
I can easily wreck in a day or two
What builders have taken a year to do."

So I thought to myself as I went my way,
Which of these roles have I tried to play?
Am I a builder who works with care 
Measuring life by the rule and square?
Am I shaping my deeds to a well-made plan,

Constantly doing the best I can?

Or am I a wrecker who walks the town?

Content with the labor of tearing down?

Ugh

There is sooo much I have to do to get ready to move!  Time is ticking...

15 years

Today marks 15 years since my grandma passed away.  I did a scrapbook page for my grandpa with a picture of them and this poem beneath it.

The question is sometimes asked,---

" Is there anything more beautiful in life than a boy and girl clasping hands and with pure hearts headed down the path of marriage? Can there be anything more beautiful than young love? "

---And the answer is-----

"Yes, there is a more beautiful thing.
It is the beauty of an old man and an old woman finishing their journey together on that path.
Their hands are gnarled, but still clasped; their faces are seamed, but still radiant; their hearts are physically bowed and tired, but still strong with love and devotion for one another.
Yes there is a more beautiful thing than young love.----

"Old love."