It’s been a good day. But first, I ordered a Mac on Saturday. I’ve switched from PC-ville to Mac. I’m excited. See my post about it on faithchick.comTony and I ran errands and ate at IHOP. I had a grilled chicken salad. Yum. Stopped to say hi to Wayne who walks his dogs on San Filippo and ended up taking …
End Of Summer Love Serial
As much as I “loved” Pete, he occassionally got on my nerves. He’d tell me he loved me, then on Saturday call off our date because he was too tired to go out. We didn’t talk much on the phone during the week, so our relationship was limited to Saturday night movies and dinners. It was innocent enough, and reading …
Horse Sense
Another great blog from my hubby: I had talked to Ryan several times during our downtown outreach, and he’d been polite, but never really opened up. I’d invited him to our bible study, which he had assiduously avoided. But last Tuesday night he followed me around, so I made a point to spend some time with him. He asked me …
What is up with this?
Dog tired, I stop off at 7-11 for a Diet Coke. It’s only 10:00 a.m. but I’ve been up since 4:30. Went to 5:50 Spinning followed by prayer at church then a quick errand. I get in line with my Diet Coke, by passing the donut and cookie display, reminding myself being this tired to get up THAT early to …
Summer love, con’t 9 – Spring ’77
After the prom dumping date, Pete and I settled into a routine. Seems he was growing more comfortable dating a sixteen year old, and falling in love with her. We had occassional telephone calls during the week, but kept most of our dating to Saturday night. Real old fashion date night. May melted into June. Things were changing. Not for …
Summer love, con’t 8 – Spring ’77
May 7, ’77 Prom night, but I wasn’t going. My dates’ brother got me off the hook and I was elated. I’d have more time with Pete. But when I saw him at the time clock Saturday morning before punching in, I knew something was amiss. “Hi,” he said. “I think I’ll be able to get off at 2:00.” His …
A bad day for Jesus
Another great insight from my husband: What would you think if I told you that three people we prayed for this Sunday got miraculously healed? Would you consider that a good church service? Well, no one got healed this Sunday that I know of, probably like most Sundays in most churches. And that leads to my point. I was reading …
Lost In NashVegas is here
UPS just delivered two, bowed tied copies of Lost In NashVegas with a hand written note from my editor, Ami McConnell. Feels better than Christmas!
Summer love, con’t 7 – Spring ’77
Pete kissed me. “I never kissed a lady before,” he said. “Me, neither.” Giggle. He kissed me again. I giggled more. Sixteen, ah, sweet giggly sixteen. I’m not sure I was his first kiss, but certainly a kiss he meant. “I want to go out with you every week, Rachel.” “Really? O-okay.” Gulp, smile, giggle. Swoon. The entire drive home, …
Summer love, con’t 6 – Spring ’77
“So, where do you want to go?” Pete had this saunter-sway to his walk. Shoulders back, wide smile. I look up from where I’m blocking down the candy. My heart grinned. “Are you serious?” He stood me up twice. What makes today, April 23, any different? “A hundred percent serious.” “Do you want to see A Star Is Born?” I …