Little Miss A and the Choir Concert

What a little angel. Could she possibly do anything naughty? Never!

Those of you who pray

Please pray for my mom and dad today if you will. Mom is having a mitral valve replacement today.

UPDATE: The Franciscan Sisters of Perpetual Adoration have her on their list for prayer once an hour for the next 168 hours! What an awesome weapon prayer is in faithful hands.

ANOTHER UPDATE: 4:00 p.m. and Papa just called. She's doing great! The surgery apparently went very well. She's still sleeping in ICU but the surgeon said she is going to feel much better. Hallelujah.

9:00 p.m. UPDATE: She's awake, she knows Papa and smiles at him, but they haven't been able to wean her off the respirator and she has orthostatic hypotension and she's in afib. Doc says don't worry, these things happen sometimes, but of course we're nervous. Note to self: God is faithful.

Little Miss A's Lesson of the Week

Generally speaking, it is NOT a good idea to give a cat a haircut. The cat doesn't look as nice as you thought he would, plus it makes your mom really mad.

De-bagging a Feline

OK, it's time to confess: I didn't stay with Medquist after all. I found a new company and am on day #3 with them as of today. It's Webmedx, located in Pittsburgh. I know it's just the honeymoon period at work but I'm all excited about my profession again and having so much fun!

I can sincerely thank God for my job once again, with no mixed emotions.

The Ducks' Prayer

Little Miss A. asked me to help her remember the words to a song. I asked her what song and she said, "The Ducks' Prayer." The Ducks' Prayer? Hmmmm. I couldn't think what that could possibly be. "You know... It goes, 'Pwaise God Fwum Whom All Bwessings Fwo'?" she sang.

The Doxology. Now forevermore to be known as The Ducks' Prayer. I like that much better!

Happy Birthday, Loretta

It's Loretta's 84th birthday today. Doesn't she look pretty?

A Stahl Thanksgiving

Wayne, Roseann and Sweet Baby E came to visit us for Thanksgiving. The weather stunk horribly, plus we were down a set of wheels because of Judy the Doe, so we didn't take them anywhere, just holed up and played with the baby and ate a lot and drank hot buttered rum and played XBox and Risk and read. The dog and the cats thought Sweet Baby E was very interesting - and when they discovered that she was also a messy eater, it was love.

Sadly, Thanksgiving morning, Roseann's grandmother passed away, so they all had to head home a couple of days early for the funeral. Thankfully they were able to find plane tickets, albeit expensive ones, back home on the busiest travel weekend of the year. We miss them already.

Doe No Mo'

Wednesday night, driving home along the river road, Barry hit a doe. Twice.

She leaped out behind an oncoming car while he was unable to see much from the headlights, bounced off his bumper, and fell, then leaped up - and ran right into the car again. The second time did the deed and she was dead. Car is not driveable, the grill, radiator and air conditioniong coil have all now become one with the engine fan.

Barry went back up to check it out in daylight and commented that there were deer all over the place, watching him and the car. I told him they were there for the funeral, and they were all whispering about him, "That's him. That's the one. The one who killed Judy."