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I have so enjoyed FB and blogging. I love reading others, friends, and younger people who are so good with words. It is my prayer that I be a servant to others. To lead them to the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ is of chief importance to me. My work at the Cancer Center gave me many opportunities to do just that; the center was part of a Catholic institution that had ...."in the Spirit of Jesus Christ"..... in the Mission Statement. God gave me a boldness like never before. I also love journal keeping. I have several. The one I am currently using will run out before Dec. 31. I love it; it has a photo of the four grandchildren, Peyton, Paige, Reese, and Sully on it. Plus a Christmas greeting on the inside page. I keep sermon notes and daily stuff on those pages. Mike said, "Do you ever go back and read what you write?" Answer YES. Regularly.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Cubbie makes himself at home!

 
 


This is the day that the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad in it. While cooking lunch today, Mike was raking leaves. In the front yard. Where Cubbie could hear but not see. Soooooo, I turned around and found him on my kitchen table, resting. When I told him to get off, he did; but then he jumped right back on to see Poppa at work. I wonder, is it Cubbie that needs more obedience training, or is it ME?
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4 comments:

Rae said...

Looks like Cubbie is the boss and has you well trained already. You are just an old softie.

Fran R. said...

We may have worked together a little too long. You have me pegged. I just love that little fella. Notice the orange sweater. After all, its fall and everyone should have a sweater on.

Unknown said...

I'm pretty sure that he doesn't sleep on the table at my house. At least not when I'm home. He doesn't look like it's his first time up there, nor does he look worried about you catching him. I'm thinking this one's all on grammy

Fran R. said...

OK, I do think its cute when he jumps up there. And, I won't let him do it if Poppa is around, although, truth be told, I imagine Poppa wouldn't care either. Bad Grammy, bad Grammy.....