The Gators lose and Tim Tebow does not finish spectacularly. Very sad. But I'm sure God will use this disappointment in his life. Interestingly, the Bible reference he wrote under his eyes today was John 16:33 -- These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.

It's neat that Tim says -- even before this game -- that it is just that, a game, and that there are far more important things in the world. He seems so balanced. It will be fun to see what he does next.

Another day in the history of the Universe . . . GONE.
KEM

Well, well. I quick shopped a little bit and I bought two pairs of pants for Mike that I shouldn't have bought and I didn't buy the top for DTD that I should have bought. Tomorrow I shall try this again. Do you think the top will still be at Marshall's?

My question is, Do I do life or does life do me? Afraid I already know the answer to that one.

When my sister isn't here to shop with me and help me know what to do, I depend on perfect strangers to tell me what to do. For the Christmas tree this year, I want to use my clear glass balls that have white (duh) snowflakes and stuff painted on them, white lights and white bows. White, light, bright. The craft stores don't sell white bows already made (why not?), so I stood in the ribbon aisle (sounds like the Button Counter of old department store fame) and found dainty white organdy with wire in the edges. But right before I stood there, as I was walking up to stand there, I watched a customer look at gray organdy ribbon and tie it into a bow and give it the critical eye. Wasn't that convenient? So I said to the lady, Do you think these are easy to tie into bows for my Christmas tree, 'cause I'm not very crafty. She thought it would be super easy and was herself buying ribbon for her daughter's hair 'cause her daughter was going to be in a play. Miss Nosy has to ask, Where is the play? Well, it was at her church. I said, My friend goes to that church. She said, Your friend used to go to that church. So, like I always say, St. Pete is the smallest of small towns. You can't talk to anyone and not come up with a connection within the minute. A word to the wise, shall we say.

The end of this story is I walked out of JoAnn's with two rolls of white organdy ribbon, and let's just hope the fairies snip and tie all night and I wake up to beautiful white bows. That would be a good example of life doing me.

My friend said that during this busy season I should call my blogs BLOGETTES. So, this is what we shall have until the new year, BLOGETTES. I like that.

Oh, soon, I have to tell you the dream I woke up with this morning. It made me laugh out loud. It has to do with molded jello. Made notes in margin of Sports Illustrated, so I won't forget.

Until We Meet Again,
KEM

Giving up all dairy in an effort to salvage my sinuses. I'm caught in the trap of chronic sinus infections, exhaustion, antibiotics and migraine headaches. Rats.

Miss MiGraine is calling it a day.

Today my friend took me on a birthday lunch. Wherever we go, we find trouble, it's our specialty. At the little cafe, well, the electricity was off, which of course I noticed instantly, what with no lights or whirs. The significance of this is that even though the cafe is a no-cook restaurant, that's right, eat it raw, well, everything we ordered, the brand-new-first-day waitress had to come back to our table and announce, I'm so sorry, but we are out of that. So, we'd order something different, and a few minutes later, here she is again, Well, we can't serve cold soup because we don't know how long the electricity has been off. Later, we learned why the electricity has been turned off -- the owner forgot to pay the electric bill. We struck up a nice conversation with her. We actually struck up conversations with everyone in sight, that is our specialty. My friend is exceedingly specialized in this department, among many others. She is a Day Brightener, she leaves happy smiles in her wake.

We followed this up by going next door to a Moroccan shop where everything is handmade/hand painted. However, the sign on the door said, CLOSED, back at 11:00 AM. That seemed unfortunate, since it was 1:30 PM. I turned the doorknob anyway, wouldn't you? It opened right up and we walked right inside and no one was around. But then we heard a noise in a door to a side room. A young man came out and we said, You are closed, but the door was open, so here we are. He said, I was just going to the bathroom. Okay, what do you say after that? We looked at all the neat stuff. We struck up a nice conversation with him. On the way out I said, Are you still closed? He was not, so I flipped his sign to OPEN. Good deed for the day.

Then we trotted off in the direction of ice cream. We got detoured somehow and the next thing you know, we happen upon a very fresh car accident. It didn't look pretty and it didn't look nice. We did not strike up a conversation.

We then had delicious chocolate chip frozen yogurt and also Prawline frozen yogurt. On the way out we struck up a conversation with the young woman owner. She was standing behind the counter, which is very low, so we had good visibility to see behind the scenes. Not that we were looking, but it's hard to miss a giant black lab lying half way in a huge box on the floor (the box was on its side). Hello. Turns out this dog was nursing her two boy pups, born less than 24 hours prior. Let's hope the pups weren't born right while they were serving up ice cream, right for all the world to take in, in-between slurps and licks. Am I talking about the dogs or the patrons?

Okay, I think I'll quit while I'm ahead. Am I still ahead?
KEM

Okay, I just finished picking off the turkey and let me tell you, DIMINISHING RETURNS has taken on new meaning for me. Anyone been there, done that? It's very hard work and should be given up promptly, as soon as the big chunks of meat land in the Ziplock. All other tiny stubborn morsels that fight with you, let them be. I should have set a Unit for turkey picking. Yeah, that's what I should have done. Jazzi certainly enjoyed the gleanings of this endeavor.

Had my appointment with new sinus specialist. I learned a new word, RECIRCULATION. It ain't purty and it ain't nice. And more shall be revealed later . . .

Enjoying Mike's New Job,
KEM

1 Chronicles 29:11-13 “Thine, O LORD is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine; thine is the kingdom, O LORD, and thou art exalted as head above all. Both riches and honour come of thee, and thou reignest over all; and in thine hand is power and might; and in thine hand it is to make great, and to give strength unto all. Now therefore, our God, we thank thee, and praise thy glorious name.”

Didn't know that verse was in Chronicles. Neat verse, huh?

Am suffering brain burn doing JUMBLE. How it could take me so long (bordering on forever) to figure out what jintec was, I'll never know. But with my OCD, figure it out I did. However, I don't always get the punchline. If it doesn't seem like something I might get promptly, promptly I forget it. Just figuring out the four words does a sizzle and fry job. And then today, since I'm new at this, I saw SIX words to unscramble, the end result of which was scrambled brains. I guess on Sunday they think you have all day to scratch your scalp. Well, we shall see how long this lasts. I presume that you get better at it as you go.

Tomorrow I have to summon all my character and put it to work for me. Since Mike is starting his new job, I have to fall in line. Hup, two!

BYE!
KEM