tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70295876247800447732024-03-19T03:42:25.036-04:00Ramblings of a Church LadyChurch_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-61337418966449803442015-05-25T16:33:00.000-04:002015-05-25T16:33:00.153-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. Perimenopause, or menopause transition, begins several years before menopause. It's the time when the ovaries gradually begin to make less estrogen. It usually starts in a woman's 40s, but can start in her 30s or even earlier. Symptoms include hot flashes, breast tenderness, worse premenstrual syndrome, lower sex drive, fatigue, irregular periods, va jay jay dryness; discomfort during sex, urine leakage, urinary urgency (an urgent need to urinate more frequently), mood swings, and trouble sleeping. Men think it’s no big deal, but I can tell you from experience, it is utter H-E double toothpicks! Well, isn’t this a news flash?<br />
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Grrrrrrrrrrrr. Well, let’s examine this medical calamity. Let’s see what we have got here, shall we? I get hot flashes so bad at night that I wake up dripping sweat, my breasts are so tender that I will only let my bra touch them, my periods are so heavy that I go through 8 Super Plus tampons in a day and half to change one in the middle of the night, I’m tired all the time because I have insomnia, when I sneeze or cough I sometimes pee a little, I get up to pee during the night at least four or five times, and of course my mood swings are legionary. Then to top it all off my va jay jay is dryer than the Mojave Desert! Sex is the farthest thing from my mind! The only treatment is hormones which has side effects. All the side effects are what people in my family have died of so I’m already prone to get whatever they had because of genetics. Taking hormones will only up my percentage even more. How conv<i>eeee</i>nient!<br />
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So perimenopause is no big deal? Where do people get these wacky ideas? Where, oh where, oh where? Now, <i>who</i> could have told them that? Could it be ... <i>SATAN</i>? (haunting echo)<br />
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The average length of perimenopause is 4 years, but for some women this stage may last only a few months or continue for 10 years. Ten years!!!!! I’ll be dead by then!<br />
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<br />Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-71410770490034544632015-05-18T05:30:00.000-04:002015-05-18T05:30:00.161-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. As you well know from my <a href="http://ramblingsofachurchlady.blogspot.com/2012/08/and-now-its-time-for-church-chat.html">past experiences</a>, I don’t like snakes. No, indeedy. I hate them in fact. I don’t even like to talk about them. Well, the other day, on my way out the door for my power walk I noticed a small, black wiggly thing on my front porch. I jumped and yelled and made quite a scene. As you can imagine, my reaction wasn’t something children should hear. After I scraped myself off of the ceiling, I ran inside and got my trusty broom. I know what you are thinking! Always thinking naughty thoughts in the morning aren’t we? Stop that! Alrighty, then. We can handle this. Anyhoooooo, I came out, and that demonic creature was still there so I wacked it a good one with my broom. I did it another time just for good measure to make sure it was deader than a doornail. I then bent over and took a good look at the awful thing and saw that it was earpiece thingy that fell off Hubby’s cell phone. Well, isn't that <i>special</i>?<br />
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Something tells me I should give up my power walks. They are hazardous to my health.<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. After church, Hubby has gotten into the weird habit of going to McDonald’s for breakfast. I really don’t like eating breakfast there, but Hubby does. I guess he enjoys watching the homeless people coming in and digging into the trash can for a cup to get a free soda at the drink station. Anyhoooooo, I try to keep my aversion of McDonald’s to myself and let Hubby have his way. To fight my demonic urges to protest about this absurd place, I order a caramel frappe and suck on it like there was no tomorrow. Yes, indeedy!<br />
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Just the other day while I was sucking on my caramel frappe, I watched this l<i>iiiiiiii</i>ttle old man come into McDonald’s all by himself. I felt so sorry for him because he was all alone and probably didn’t talk to anyone all day. Being the charitable person that I am I wanted to ask the old man to join us for breakfast. Hubby said no. I wonder why?<br />
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It was probably because for some reason Hubby was passing gas like crazy. But the old man probably wouldn’t have minded.<br />
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Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-70454936375779042942015-05-03T09:27:00.000-04:002015-05-03T09:27:00.218-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. These past few months we have been a l<i>iiiiiiii</i>ttle buzy lately. Yes, siree! I am going on a river cruise from Nice to Paris. I’ve been on a large cruise ship twice before, but never a small river cruise ship. Only 48 passengers, no snotty nose kids (a teacher’s dream cruise if you ask me), Yes, indeedy!<br />
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We will start in Nice with its golden sands and opulent casinos, then explore France by river where we'll sail throughout the French countryside aboard a private French river cruiser—which offers a more intimate cruising experience. Along the way, we will discover the lovely landscapes and enchanting villages that inspired the great artists of the 19th and 20th centuries ... revel in picturesque scenery, like gently sloping hills and vineyards that sustain one of the greatest wine industries in the world ... visit ornate papal palaces, Gothic cathedrals, medieval fortifications, and ancient Roman ruins. Then we will cap off our explorations and marvel at the lights in Paris, the capital of romance.<br />
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Yes, it should be a trip of a lifetime, that’s for sure. Unfortunately, I will be going with my 78 year old mother, her brother (age 81) and his wife (age 78). I hope I can handle being with my mom 24/7. If you hear about an American jumping ship in France, you will know it was me.<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. Just the other day I was doing my power walk and minding my own business when I spotted this HUGE dog in my neighbor’s yard. This dog is known to be quite aggressive and is half German Shepherd and wolf. Yes, you read that right, wolf. Well, as you can imagine, I kept my distance and walked in the middle of the street making sure I didn’t provoke that demonic dog. Then it saw me and charged, barking like there was no tomorrow. Well, I said a little prayer so I would not do something in my pants and die in total disgrace. I then asked God to find it in his heart to release me from my awful situation. The Lord must have been listening because that dog was leashed and tied to something. What it was tied to, I have no idea, but it held and he reared up going absolutely berserk, right at the edge of the property, wanting to tear me into shreds. I of course screamed my bloody head off and the owner of the dog didn’t say a word. What an $#@&%! <br />
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Well, isn't that <i>special</i>? So as soon as I could get myself together, I went to my local Super Wal-Mart to the sporting goods section. Before I could even ask for help, the sales person asked me if I wanted pepper spray. I guess I still had that terrified look plastered on my face. Anyhoooooo, he said they have at least 3 people a day asking for pepper spray, but they didn’t carry it. I therefore hit the nearest red neck gun store and shopped for the best pepper spray available for dogs.<br />
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Sabre Red is one of the leading brands that manufacture pepper spray products. This particular model (Sabre Red Protector Dog Pepper Spray) is specifically designed for use on all types of aggressive dogs yet is a humane deterrent that only induces temporary pain.<br />
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The Sabre Red dog attack deterrent carries a rating of 1 % major capsaicinoids which is the maximum strength approved by the Enviromental Protection Agency (EPA). It sprays up to 15 feet and delivers approximately 8, 1-second bursts. At the suggested 15 foot maximum the spray is between two and three feet wide (shotgun effect) and very potent indeed. The stream delivery pattern means there is low risk of wind blow-back. Added features include an integrated safety lock to prevent accidental discharge and a belt clip so you can carry it with you while jogging or going for a walk. Sabre Red is reliable and is the #1 brand trusted by police worldwide. Pleased with the stats of the product, I bought one so I could walk confidently knowing I've done as much as I could to protect myself in an effective but humane way.<br />
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I can’t wait to stop that demonic dog with my pepper spray! Yes, indeedy! I also got a Taser at that red neck gun store to use on that $#@&% dog owner too!<br />
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Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-19312885113453104332015-04-20T08:27:00.000-04:002015-04-20T08:27:23.519-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. I know you’re thinking that I’m never nice to Hubby, but you’re wrong. I can be nice to him, sometimes. Just the other day I was doing some yard work outside for Hubby. He was going to leave for work and I was going to help him a bit so he wouldn’t have to do it all when he got home. Anyhoooooooo, after I did my good deed, I went to the front door and found that it was locked. Hubby locked me out, AGAIN! Well, apparently someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.<br />
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One winter years ago, I walked our son down to the bus stop for school and Hubby left for work. When I came back home, he had locked me out. To make a long story short, I then had to walk around the neighborhood and try to find someone home so I could call Hubby to get his butt home and let me in. Now a-days everyone is working and no one is home. You can only guess how happy I was while going from door to door, hoping that someone could help. Yes, that saying, “Stupid is, as stupid does” fits this scenario to a T.<br />
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Why does Hubby lock me out of the house? Why, oh why, oh why? Who told him to do that? Now, who could it be? Could it be ... <i>SATAN</i>? (haunting echo)<br />
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Naw, he is just plain stupid. Stupid with a capital S.<br />
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Next time he goes out for a run, I’ll lock him out. Better yet, next time he puts something in the trashcan that is in the back yard in his underwear, I’ll lock him out.<br />
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Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-61911513564440206562015-04-11T14:24:00.000-04:002015-04-20T08:24:10.009-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. I bet you are wondering where I’ve been. Well, I took a powder, a moderately loooooooooooooong one. Two years, six months, and ten days to be exact. Sorry about that. I promise I won’t go off the deep end again. Keep your fingers crossed!<br />
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Yes, I went A.W.O.L., but I needed the break. Being the Church Lady is rather hard to be sure. You are probably wondering what I’ve been up to. Recently, my son went off to a four year college and that has been quite an ordeal. Yes, indeedy! Here I was looking forward to having a great ‘ol time while my son was gone and of course all I could think about was all the dreadful things that could go wrong. Well, let’s look at this more closely, shall we? Hmmmmmmmm? Everything that can go wrong in college will go wrong. Murphy’s Law strikes again. Well, isn't that <i>special</i>? <br />
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Unfortunately, my son is just like his father. The nut doesn’t fall far from the tree. Lord, only knows what he could get into. My mind was reelin’ and I thought of the most awful things imaginable. Hubby said to not worry. (Puts hands over her ears.) Well, Hubby, I can’t hear youuuuuuuuuu!. What a bunch of crock!<br />
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So there I was. All my senses screamin’ to $#@% Hubby. Alrighty, then. We can handle this. I’ll just get me a Hugh Jackman DVD and a bottle of my favorite wine next time he says that. That will definitely help. Yes, siree!<br />
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Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-36936220127497801572012-10-01T20:53:00.000-04:002015-04-11T13:27:06.895-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . . <br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. From time to time I receive letters from my dear friends. This one moved me so much that I had to share this with everyone.<br />
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Dear Church Lady, <br />
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As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Kentucky back country. <br />
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As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical male, I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. <br />
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I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play. The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before for this homeless man. And as I played 'Amazing Grace,' the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. <br />
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When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full. As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years." <br />
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Well, as women we find this kind of behavior typical for men. For some reason when men get lost they will not ask for directions. Who told them to do that? Now, who could it be? Could it be ... SATAN? (haunting echo) This scenario is seen time and time again and men never seem to learn from their mistakes. We women must accept the fact that men are a lost cause.<br />
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Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-20357869731000301882012-09-14T09:24:00.001-04:002012-09-14T09:25:51.553-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . . <br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. Everyone has a role model. A role model is someone who you look up to and try to be more like, someone worthy of imitation. It is a person who serves as a model in a particular behavioral or social role for another person to emulate. <br />
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So who is your role model? <br />
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Try this without looking at the answers to see who is your role model. <br />
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1) Pick your favorite number between 1 - 9 . <br />
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3) Add 3, then again multiply by 3 (I'll wait while you get the calculator....). <br />
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5) Add the digits together. <br />
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Now with that number scroll down to see who your ROLE MODEL is from the list below: <br />
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1. Einstein<br />
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2. Nelson Mandela<br />
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3. Michael Jackson<br />
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4. Hillary Clinton<br />
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5. Bill Gates<br />
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6. Gandhi<br />
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7. Brad Pitt<br />
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8. Hitler<br />
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9. The Church Lady<br />
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10. Barack Obama <br />
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I know ... I just have that effect on people ... one day you too can be like me ... :-) Believe it! <br />
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Stop picking different numbers! <br />
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NOW CHANGE YOUR NAME IN NO. 9 AND SEND IT ON!! <br />
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Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-32567173606553702342012-09-07T10:35:00.002-04:002012-09-07T10:35:34.507-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . . <br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. Summer is almost over and you know what that means . . . Sunday School! Yes, the most dreaded time of the year for most Sunday School teachers is coming and we must be prepared for all those little heathens and spawns of Satan that come in droves into our classrooms. <br />
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Alrighty, then. We can handle this. Since I have been teaching Sunday School for years, I will plan accordingly and be ready for any imminent disturbance or discipline problem that could arise in my classroom. My plan has been thoroughly tested over the years and has NEVER let me down in any way what so ever.<br />
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I know you are waiting on pins and needles to know how I can handle a room full of satanic brats with utmost authority and be in total control over <u>all</u> situations. Yes, indeedy. Well, what I use is simple, to the point, and very effective. Anyone can use it and become an expert with it in no time and produce satisfactory results. So what is this wonderful behavior tool? To immediately stop any behavior problems that might creep up in my classroom I always bring my Red Ryder BB gun to Sunday School. It is always loaded and within easy reach so I can whip it out within a moment’s notice to help any student make good behavior choices. Not only can my Red Ryder BB gun be used to deter any disciplinary actions with the students, it can also be used on any parents who get out of line (for example: parents who are late picking up their children because they have been to Super Wal-Mart shopping, parents who use Sunday School as FREE babysitting, etc.).<br />
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I am looking forward to another year of teaching Sunday School. Something tells me this is going to be a fun filled educational year!<br />
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(Church Lady does her “Superior Dance” as she struts to organ music.) <br />
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Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-84469789473596494722012-08-31T09:15:00.000-04:002012-08-31T09:15:00.835-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. I love my cats, but they tend to have l<i>iiiiiiii</i>ttle “accidents” that Mamma doesn’t like. No, indeedy. Don’t you just hate it when you find land mines all over the floor? My oldest cat sometimes leaves a little poop here and there and guess who usually steps in it barefoot? Well, isn't that <i>special</i>? And then there is the cat vomit where you least expect it. And for some unknown reason they cannot vomit on the laminate floors that covers every room in the house, but run to an area rug and do it there. Where do these cats get these wacky ideas? Where, oh where, oh where? Now, <i>who</i> could be telling them to do such things? Could it be ... SATAN? (haunting echo) <br />
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I read somewhere that cats tend to vomit or poop on things due to stress which can be caused by mental or physical trauma. I have also heard that they may vomit or poop on their master’s things when they are mad at them. <br />
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Today I found vomit on my computer chair. I wonder what I did this time?<br />
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<br />Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-18675471787854619722012-08-24T09:14:00.000-04:002012-08-24T09:14:00.077-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. Has your dinner time become rather boring? Does it seem like no one wants to eat? Does your family avoid dinner like the plague and you are all alone at the dinner table? It sounds like dinner time is in a rut. Well, isn’t this a news flash? How to combat this colossal dilemma that most face seems rather daunting to be sure, but I am determined to conquer this unbeatable foe and make dinner successful. Yes, indeedy! <br />
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I therefore hit numerous recipe books and websites and found a winner! Taco Lasagna. Everyone loves Tex Mex and the recipe looked easy so I fixed it for my wonderful family. I called my family to the table for dinner and presented the Taco Lasagna with absolute flourish. All I got from said family was, “What in the $%@* is this?” Something told me that my family was a l<i>iiiiiiii</i>ttle reluctant to try my new recipe so I took matters into my own hands, literally. I pulled out my trusty Red Ryder BB gun and cocked it. For some inexplicable reason my family wolfed down a serving and begged for more. <br />
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Moral to this story . . . <i><u>always</i></u> serve dinner with an appetizer. <br />
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<br />Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-40493165251052265332012-08-17T07:50:00.000-04:002012-08-17T07:50:11.749-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. As you well know, hubby is the HOA president of our l<i>iiiiiiii</i>ttle subdivision. Being the president his responsibilities include presiding at all meetings of the Board of Directors, making sure that orders and resolutions of the Board are carried out, co-signing all checks, and making sure everyone is abiding by the Declaration. We recently had a property inspection and hubby had to notify the offenders that they were in violation of the Declaration and that they must correct these infractions within 30 days. Who told these homeowners they could neglect their homes and property making the whole neighborhood look bad and bring down property values in our subdivision? Now, who could it be? Could it be ... <i>SATAN</i>? (haunting echo) When the homeowners bought their homes they signed the appropriate papers that they agreed to comply with the Declaration. Their homes are the biggest investments they will ever make and wouldn’t you think it prudent for them to preserve its value and maintain their property to protect their investment? It seems ridiculous that these homeowners have to be told to fix their homes and properties. You can just imagine the backlash we receive from hubby having this position. Anyhoooooooo hubby notified a few of these deadbeat homeowners via email and they didn’t like it one bit. In retaliation hubby received nasty emails and hence I won’t answer the phone or door. <br />
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Yes, this is ludicrous, but it seems to be the norm for these lazy and obnoxious homeowners. Just the other day, someone was banging on our door and of course I didn’t answer it. I peeked out the kitchen window and saw a car that I did not recognize so I ignored the repeated knocking on the door which then was replaced by them ringing my doorbell. I still ignored the offending racket then I heard the person open our storm door and turn our doorknob trying to open our front door. Well, as you can imagine that scared the $#@% out of me and I practically jumped out of my skin. The person left in a huff and drove off and I finally let out a breath of relief. <br />
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Five minutes later I was heading out of the door for my power walk and tried to forget the whole incident. Wouldn’t you know it; lo and behold I found the car in our neighborhood that was at my house just minutes before in a neighbor’s driveway. <br />
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So there we are. All my senses screamin’ “GET THE RED RYDER BB GUN AND KNOCK ON THEIR DOOR!!!” But something told me that it wouldn’t be enough retaliation to their terrible deed. <br />
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Alrighty, then. We can handle this. Late tonight I shall get some grass killer and come back to the nasty neighbor’s house. I will then let him know what a complete #$%@& he is by writing it in his yard.<br />
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(Church Lady does her “Superior Dance” as she struts to organ music.) <br />
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<br />Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-42166339632753847232012-08-10T07:46:00.000-04:002012-08-10T07:47:00.590-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. I recently went to San Antonio with hubby and stayed in this ritzy Marriot right on the River Walk.<br />
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Since hubby travels extensively he is an elite member at Marriott and they gave him a HUGE room. It was el grande in size for sure (1,000 square feet or more). So much so that you had to leave a bread crumb trail so you could find your way back to the door. Our Vice Presidential Suite had a bedroom, walk-in closet, vanity area with a sink, separate shower and tub with double sinks, bar, dining room, family room, lounge area, large foyer with coat closet and powder room, etc. I counted 5 sinks, yes, you read that right. Why someone would need 5 sinks was beyond me.<br />
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In the concierge lounge you had (all FREE) a full hot breakfast, and later hors d'oeuvres, and in the evening dessert.<br />
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Needless to say, I was ready to move in and never leave.<br />
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Anyhooo, I ate and drank my way from one end of the famous River Walk to the other. The food was superb and yes, I brought my trusty “fat pants” so I could enjoy San Antonio’s BB Q, steaks, Tex Mex, and margaritas to the max.<br />
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I must say that San Antonio has <u>very</u> aggressive homeless people who walk right up and accost you all the time trying to get money from you. Well, isn't that <i>special</i>? So there I was, trying to enjoy my vacation and all my senses were screamin’ “BRING THE RED RYDER BB GUN NEXT TIME!!!” so I could keep these pesky schizophrenics at bay.<br />
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They must have thought I was easy prey, but I think my “BITE ME” t-shirt got the message across to these Looney Tunes to leave me the heck alone. I think giving them the finger added that special touch to the annoying predicament that visitors should not have to endure at this delightful place.<br />
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(Church Lady does her “Superior Dance” as she struts to organ music.)<br />
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<br />Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-67056121761995160302012-08-03T07:30:00.000-04:002012-08-03T07:30:00.356-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. I don’t know about you, but I like to keep fit. I work out 5 days a week and take long power walks afterwards. I especially enjoy walking outside with all that fresh air and sunshine. I can enjoy God’s creations and feel totally relaxed and rejuvenated each and every time.<br />
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Well, just the other day, I was minding my own business as a friend and I were taking our power walk when we came upon a gruesome site. Yes, indeedy! The most awful and hideous thing imaginable was on the road and thank the Lord it was squished by an unsuspecting motorist. Of course I jumped and did something like my “Superior Dance” when I noticed the 3 foot copperhead on the side of the road. I made sure the blasted thing was dead and then kept my eyes peeled for any more of them trying to creep up on me.<br />
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Later we come to find out that a copperhead bit one of my neighbor’s dogs and they had to rush it to the vet. The dog survived, but they did not know where the snake slithered off too. I hope it was the squished one that we found, but something tells me there are more of those poisonous reptiles lurking about ready to pounce on any unsuspecting human or animal that just happens to get in their way.<br />
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I got a funny feeling that we will be looking for something else besides "suspicious activity" during Neighborhood Watch from now on.<br />
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<br />Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-33944031028191059842012-07-27T08:23:00.000-04:002012-07-28T16:07:46.089-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. Just the other day I was sitting at an airport and I happen to start up a conversation with a lady while we were waiting for our flight to be announced. The other lady was an arrogant woman married to a wealthy man. Anyhoooooo, the conversation centered on whether we had any children. <br />
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The wealthy woman said, “When my first child was born, my husband built a beautiful mansion for me."<br />
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I then commented, “Well, isn't that <i>special</i>?” <br />
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The woman continued, "When my second child was born, my husband bought me a beautiful Mercedes-Benz." <br />
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Again, I commented, “Well, isn't that <i>special</i>?”<br />
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The woman continued boasting, "Then, when my third child was born, my husband bought me this exquisite, diamond bracelet." <br />
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Yet again, I commented, “Well, isn't that <i>special</i>?” <br />
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The wealthy woman then asked me, "What did your husband buy for you when you had your first child?" <br />
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I answered, "My husband sent me to charm school." <br />
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"Charm school?" the woman cried, "Oh, my gosh! What on earth for?" <br />
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I answered her by saying, "Well for example, instead of saying, ‘Who gives a s**t?’ I learned to say, “Well, isn't that <i>special</i>?”<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. I don’t know if you have seen previews of the movie “The Watch” yet, but it does look interesting.<br />
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I am quite impressed with their jackets. I wonder if we will be issued Neighborhood Watch jackets as well? Something tells me it is optional, but I will buy one for sure. As for their Neighborhood Watch Patrol Vehicle, ours is much better as you can see.<br />
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I hope we get to interrogate potential suspects like they did in the movie. I could easily get them to confess to <u>any</u> heinous crime if I was allowed to use my most cherished possession, my Red Ryder BB gun; the same one I shoot those pesky salesmen that come to my door with!. I would whip out my lever-action spring piston BB gun with a smoothbore barrel, adjustable iron sights, and a gravity feed magazine with a 650 BB capacity, capable of shooting at 350 feet per second with standard steel BBs, and pop those little heathens a good one! That will encourage them to squ<i>eeeeeeeea</i>l about what they did.<br/>
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<br />Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-48479905249133007242012-07-13T07:00:00.000-04:002012-07-13T08:16:19.781-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. Since squirrels do not hibernate, they are just dormant during winter to preserve energy, I therefore took a closer look at these rats with a bushy tail that were in my backyard this past winter. I noticed that the squirrels around here liked to eat the birdseed that I put out for the poor birds who do not hibernate or fly south. Well, isn't that <i>special</i>? It really ticked me off how the squirrels like to bully their way into taking all of the birdseed and not leaving any for the birds. Who told them that they could do that? Now, <i>who</i> could it be? Could it be ... SATAN? (haunting echo)<br />
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Well, let’s examine this more closely, shall we? Hmmmmmmmm? We have these big fat squirrels that hog the birdseed and chase the birds away so they can’t have any. The squirrels then scamper off leaving the poor birds hungry. That means that l<i>iiiiiiii</i>ttle ‘ole me has to go out in the cold, unlock the shed, and put more birdseed in the birdfeeder. In retaliation the squirrels come back with vengeance and scarf up the birdseed again. Yes, it’s a vicious cycle and I had to stop this toot sweet! Yes, indeedy! <br />
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So I loaded up my trusty Red Ryder BB gun and let those little demons have it! Tee hee! It was more fun than taking those plastic flowers from that neighbor’s yard and burning them in my backyard fire pit (out of sight, out of mind)! I could actually stand in my house with the backdoor cracked and pop ‘em a good one whenever I felt like it. I didn’t get cold nor did my feet get wet. It was so much fun that they should make this an Olympic event! <br />
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Unfortunately, Hubby noticed I was having waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much fun and using waaaaaaaaaaaay too many BBs so took matters into his own hands. This spring he bought me a new bird feeder that is squirrel proof. Yes, you read that right! Squirrel proof. He put the feeder on a pole and stuck it in a bucket with concrete. He then dug a hole in our yard and put it in the ground. <br />
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How can a bird feeder be squirrel proof you ask? Well, when a squirrel climbs onto the weight-sensitive perch, a trap door closes off access to the seed. The perch's weight settings are adjustable, so you can also keep unwanted birds, such as those big fat disgusting crows, from using your feeder. The setting can be adjusted so it is not too sensitive yet sensitive enough that squirrels cannot get to the seed. <br />
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I can tell you I was one happy camper. Yes, indeedy! The birds ate when they wanted and what fell on the ground the squirrels scarfed up. Everything was honky dory until I noticed that those pesky squirrels were digging in the yard and made a HUGE hole around the base of the bird feeder. The trench is 6 inches deep and when it rains it fills up with water and it’s like a moat around a castle. <br />
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<br />Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-88590656341267970782012-07-06T07:29:00.000-04:002012-07-06T09:22:01.400-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. Don’t you just love to travel? I sure do and I have been doing a lot of it lately. Yes, indeedy. I went to Las Vegas (A.K.A. Sin City) in May, Munich Germany in June, and I plan on going to San Antonio in July, Florida in August, and San Diego in October. As you can guess, all that traveling can make your head spin. Needless to say, it is fun and very educational, especially when traveling in foreign countries where you have to speak a different language and eat food you don’t necessarily eat. Case in point, in Munich we had lots of their local cuisine and one night we had beef knuckle. You read that right. We had this HUGE 22 kilo (48.5 pounds) beef knuckle that looked like something that you would get off of a dinosaur. Our dinner party consisted of 6 people and those Germans must have thought we hadn’t eaten in years because we ate that beef knuckle, two different kinds of salads, potato dumplings, sauerkraut, bread, HUGE pretzels, etc. in record time. We washed that down with German beer and then had two scoops of ice cream.<br />
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On our visit to Germany we continued to sample beer at various beer halls and ate our way to oblivion. I must have over done it because I could only fit in my “fat pants”, but that didn’t seem to slow me down one bit. No, indeedy! I was on vacation and I was @#$% well going to enjoy it! <br />
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Next stop, San Antonio! It is famous for steaks, barbeque, Tex Mex, and frozen margaritas. Something tells me that I better make sure I pack my “fat pants” again so I can enjoy San Antonio to the max.<br />
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<br />Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-38505099298934834662012-06-28T07:48:00.000-04:002012-06-28T07:50:37.035-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. I have come to find out that <i>some</i> people actually LIKE plastic flowers in their yard. Well, isn’t this a news flash? Are they out of their minds? I am appalled at this revelation! Why, oh why, oh why would someone put plastic flowers in their yards? <br />
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Case in point, we have this homeowner in our community, who shall remain nameless, who likes to stick plastic flowers in hanging baskets and flower beds all over their front yard for everyone to see! They are the cheap kind and it looks horrendous! They clash with the real plants and they leave them out all year around and it really looks stupid when it snows! Where do people get these wacky ideas? Where, oh where, oh where? Now, who could it be? Could it be ... SATAN? (haunting echo) <br />
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Let’s all just settle down here, shall we? I have an answer to this dilemma. Let’s just snip this problem to the bud and get rid of these pesky plastic flowers once and for all! One night while I’m riding in the Neighborhood Watch Patrol Vehicle I’ll make sure I stop at the offending site.<br />
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I’ll have my partner cover me with the Browning .50 caliber M2 machine gun while I remove every one of those *%#@ plastic flowers. Later I shall burn them in my back yard fire pit and make smores. <br />
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<br />Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-18215476090615004132012-06-21T08:13:00.001-04:002012-06-21T08:23:19.664-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of this terrible behavior that we have to witness day in and day out. I know you are too and after careful study I found that Behavior Charts can help and they are the answer to our problems! Yes, indeedy! <br />
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According to most behaviorists and psychologists worldwide, Behavior Charts help the child get over the hump of extinguishing undesirable behavior. This “shaping” provides the child with cues and positive reinforcements that direct them toward desirable behavior. Well, I for one think husbands as well as children could benefit from Behavior Charts. My husband has <i>several</i> undesirable behaviors that I would like to extinguished toot sweet! <br />
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I therefore came up with a Behavior Chart for Hubby to help direct him toward desirable behavior.<br />
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1- Help wife do something with a pleasing attitude.<br />
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2- Complete the “Honey Do List”.<br />
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3- Spend quality time with wife (that does not mean time in the bedroom).<br />
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4- Keep hands away from your private parts when around wife or in public.<br />
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5- Rinse off your dirty dishes and put into the dishwasher.<br />
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6- Stop waking up your wife with excessive flopping around in bed.<br />
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I thought the behaviors were attainable and worthy so I presented the Behavior Chart to Hubby. I showed Hubby his Behavior Chart and it wasn’t received well at all. As for rewards for achieving good behavior, he of course wanted to designate what rewards he would receive for doing well. He informed me what his rewards would be and I did not like his suggestions one bit because they were totally unreasonable and nonnegotiable. I bet you can just guess what they were and I wasn’t going to do it. No siree! Hubby then told me that the Behavior Chart was therefore unachievable and not worthy of pursuing.<br />
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<br />Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-90823596445973494612012-06-16T08:31:00.000-04:002012-06-16T08:31:00.225-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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As you well know, there have been some suspicious incidents within our community. These heinous offenses have wreaked havoc within our l<i>iiiiiiii</i>ttle community and many are quite scared and angry about what is going on. We therefore took matters into our own hands and organized a Neighborhood Watch Program to combat the increase in crime in our community. At our first meeting everyone expressed their concerns and then we got right down to business. First, we discussed what needs to be done to keep these pesky thieves out of our neighborhood. Second, we established the geographical areas of our Neighborhood Watch and determined the perimeters of surveillance. Next, the patrol teams and schedules were set up. We also posted signs throughout the neighborhood letting the would-be thieves know we mean business. Pleased with our accomplishments we then had refreshments and posed for a group picture. <br />
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I think our new Neighborhood Watch Program shall be quite successful in ridding our neighborhood of unsavory people. Don’t you agree? <br />
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<br />Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-2114808565611588112012-06-07T11:05:00.000-04:002012-06-07T11:05:20.877-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. As you well know there have been some suspicious activities within our l<i>iiiiiiii</i>ttle community. To combat this I had Hubby install motion detector spot lights in our back yard. They flood the exterior of our home with light at the slightest detection of movement and will send a clear message to would-be-thieves that our house is protected. Yes, siree! Well, I also have been pestering Hubby to have a security system installed in our home. I think we need one, but he of course doesn’t.<br />
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Anyhooooooooo, one auspicious afternoon, a large package arrived. In it was a security system that I had nagged the livin’ daylights out of Hubby to procure. Elated with the prospect of being more safe and secure I had Hubby install it. It is wireless, cellular, and customizable and I am very happy with what he ordered.<br />
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It was so much fun testing each and every item. I really looooooooooove the wireless 105 dB siren that no thief in his right mind would stick around after that thing goes off. It reminds me of those semi-truck air horns. I also like the keychain remote where you can arm and disarm your system when you are within 100 feet of your Base Station. The keychain also has a panic button that you can instantly trigger the alarm and the monitoring center will then call you to check if you're okay. If you don't answer your phone, or if you answer but don't give your "safe word" they will alert the police that you're in danger. I also have a hidden panic button in my bedroom just in case I need it.<br />
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Yes, indeedy! I am one happy camper! It just goes to show you that good things come to people who nag.<br />
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<br />Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-14704495241973167042012-05-31T08:25:00.001-04:002012-05-31T08:26:25.567-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. Does your community have a Neighborhood Watch Program? If you have suspicious activity going on it might be a good idea to form one. It’s easy and a MUST for any community who wants to take charge and get crime out of their neighborhood toot-sweet!<br />
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An effective tool for some Neighborhood Watch programs is to use is a citizen patrol. Citizen patrols are volunteers who walk or drive an area on a regular basis to report incidents and problems to the police and provide a visible presence that deters criminal activity. A citizen patrol can cover your entire neighborhood and can contact the police dispatcher through two-way radios or cellular phones (whichever you prefer). Cameras or video equipment can also be used to record suspicious activity. <br />
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Our Neighborhood Watch Program is coming along nicely. We went door-to-door to recruit members and got everyone involved; young and old, single and married, renter and homeowner. We will plan accordingly and we will establish a well-organized Neighbor Watch Program that any community would be proud of. Our first meeting will be soon and I can’t wait to make our neighborhood safer and improve our quality of life.<br />
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I hope that our Neighborhood Watch will be equipped with a Patrol Vehicle and also have people patrolling on foot throughout the community. As you can just imagine this can be rather dangerous, but I found a nice l<i>iiiiiiii</i>ttle tool that is a must for any Neighborhood Watch.<br />
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<br />Church_Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15328516639034447348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029587624780044773.post-20717160650327766482012-05-23T18:39:00.001-04:002012-05-26T20:21:37.007-04:00And now it's time for Church Chat . . .<br />
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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. Have you ever wondered why your husband enjoys doing things that drives you crazy even though you have asked him, time and time again not to do it?
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<br />One morning hubby must have had a bug his butt or something and was rather irritating, in other words doing the stuff I hate and he seemed to enjoy doing them to no end. Of course I ranted and raved and threw a royal tizzy fit telling him to please stop, but he still continued to tease me unmercifully with his relentless demented behavior. What does he do you ask? Well, he keeps leaving lights on when he leaves the room, making a mess and not cleaning it up, ignoring my loud requests to cease this infernal crap NOW and this was happening even before I took our son to the bus stop at 7:20 am! I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but I wanted him to stop immediately.<br />
<br />When I came back from the bus stop I confronted hubby. “Could you please <strong><em>try</em></strong> harder?”
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<br />“Do you even know what that means?” I ask with the determination to get an answer from the obstinate, pigheaded fool who for some asinine reason I married years ago.<br />
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