tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41079554113412781772024-03-05T05:08:24.310-05:00Keeping Up with the JonesesMy thoughts on our family and faithAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.comBlogger196125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-72304525398379121932010-07-11T17:17:00.004-05:002010-07-11T17:26:06.612-05:00For All the SaintsFor all the saints who from their labors rest,Who Thee by faith before the world confessed,Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest: Alleluia, alleluia!Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress and their Might;Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;And Thou, in darkness drear, their one true light: Alleluia, alleluia!O blest communion, fellowship divine!We feebly struggle - they in glory shine;Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-362964013241222152010-07-08T20:56:00.003-05:002010-07-08T21:06:21.628-05:00Random cutenessH told us that her favorite part of getting her hair washed is at the end when I put the "air conditioning" in. On the long drive back from Grandma's this evening, I let the kids watch a DVD, "Elmo visits the Doctor." I could hear it, but couldn't see what was on the screen. At one point I asked H if the doctor was a real person or a puppet. She answered, "It's a puppet, Mommy. They're all Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-59601106456720008622010-04-22T18:20:00.003-05:002010-04-22T18:55:13.200-05:00Happy Earth Day!
<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-81665128010036203272010-04-03T14:14:00.004-05:002010-04-03T21:52:46.844-05:00Resurrection Sunday - Sweet memories of the past and hope for the future This is our first Easter without my Dad. Every time we pass one of these milestones, it brings a wave of emotion. I have lots of good memories of Easters with Dad. When I was living at home, we took spring vacations at Easter many years. Dad did a lot of traveling working for Ford and accumulated plenty of frequent flier miles and free hotel stays. We reaped the benefits of that during our Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-28633879339154688472010-04-01T03:16:00.003-05:002010-04-01T08:17:59.578-05:00"April Fool" from your Government<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-39325577116522926552009-12-01T21:26:00.000-05:002009-12-01T21:26:11.331-05:00Body by Mom6 months old and (at least up to the point this picture was taken) every bit of nutrition he's received from the moment he was conceived came from Mommy. Pretty awesome privilege.Plus, that's a good 16 pounds worth of calories I've gotten to eat without having them stay on my body!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-27950860638500158112009-11-29T15:45:00.003-05:002009-11-29T16:22:06.803-05:00I look in the faces of my children and I know that God is good.There are few things I've found greater pleasure in than being a mother. I loved feeling the little pitter-patter of a little one growing inside me while I was pregnant. I love snuggling a sleeping baby in my arms. I love seeing them smile or hearing them giggle in their sleep. Even with my fussy ones, I felt pleasure at the fact that I had the skill to soothe them when no one else could. I got Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-27659788584003441732009-11-24T21:37:00.004-05:002009-11-24T22:33:00.273-05:00I did not know that in KindergartenI don't have a lot of memories from kindergarten. I remember one day being reprimanded for coloring something orange when it was supposed to be brown. I used the burnt sienna crayon. It looked brown to me before I started coloring with it. It looked orange on the paper.I remember one day when one of the elementary school kids came to read to us. The teacher told him to slow down showing the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-40174809707826032652009-10-11T20:15:00.003-05:002009-10-11T20:48:45.737-05:00How many surgeons does it take to change a light switch?The answer is one - but it might take her all day.My dad had been working on a few projects around our house which he never got a chance to complete. My wonderful cousin Keith, an electrician, came over last month and finished them up for us. One of those projects was installing lights under the kitchen cabinets. He installed a switch to go with them, but it was white. The rest of the switches inAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-56207099208660937782009-09-29T11:25:00.000-05:002009-09-29T11:25:00.288-05:00A well-timed blessingOur littlest member of the Jones family is four months old already. I'm overwhelmed at what a blessing he's been in our lives in such a short time. The Lord knew back in August 2008 when he placed little D inside me that I would need some joy in my life come May of 2009. His timing was perfect.My Dad died suddenly and unexpectedly just 9 days before D's due date, two weeks before he was born. I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-74973282562250320692009-09-28T20:40:00.001-05:002009-09-28T20:45:05.174-05:00J's preparing to be a Russian President for Halloween.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-1617297828980360202009-09-22T17:05:00.003-05:002009-09-22T20:33:55.744-05:00Why doesn't she just leave him?You frequently hear that question asked about women who are victims of domestic abuse. If it were really that simple, she would.Today there was a tragically vivid example of how it's not that easy. Patricia Williams was shot to death by her husband in the parking lot of the Canton Public Library in Michigan. You can read about it here.The woman was a Detroit police officer for 15 years. She was Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-29229196902472277042009-09-22T15:49:00.002-05:002009-09-22T17:03:24.664-05:00Baucus ProposalIn case you're interested, here is the response to the latest Senate health care reform proposal from the American College of Surgeons along with approximately 20 other surgical organizations.Letter to Senate Finance Committee Chairman Max BaucusThere are several concerns raised in the letter, including:In 2011, without further legislation to correct the problem, physician payments from Medicare Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-4152905537906798722009-09-21T20:04:00.004-05:002009-09-21T21:20:16.004-05:00You've got mail!So, Chris Tomlin never responded to my open letter, but Steve Green responded to my daughter's email rather promptly. H and I wrote to him on Saturday. He wrote back today. No, really, Steve Green himself wrote an email to my 3 year old daughter.Seriously!You see, H really, really wanted to send Mr. Green a message this weekend. (Mr. Green, not Steve Green - because when you're 3 you shouldn't beAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-60008741141168513702009-09-02T20:47:00.002-05:002009-09-02T20:51:54.737-05:00Practical TheologyProverbs 9:10 The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom,and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding."Seek God's face. Understand His character. Pursue knowledge of Him, for apart from the 'fear of the Lord' and 'the knowledge of the Holy One' we have no hope for being a wise mother, sister, wife, or friend."--Wendy Horger Alsup, Practical Theology for Women, How Knowing God Makes a Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-79174844405413237752009-09-01T18:00:00.004-05:002009-09-01T21:39:57.075-05:00Random thoughts about our dayToday was my first really light day since I've been back to work. I was able to be home by 10:00! We gave Grandma the day off - a much deserved day to herself.I had hoped to be really productive around home, but felt paralyzed by the sheer volume of things that need to be done around here. I never seem to catch up. I did manage to accomplish a few things. I now have one seriously clean bathroom. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-44869561675784901612009-08-26T15:13:00.004-05:002009-08-26T15:35:25.619-05:00You say Verrucous, I say VaricoseWe have wonderful staff in our office. I wouldn't trade any of them. Our reception ladies are friendly and efficient and attentive to details. They know how to use the computer and answer the phones and file and schedule tests and do all sorts of things that we couldn't run an office without.They aren't, however, trained in medicine.Most of the time they get it right, but sometimes it makes for Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-86828172947428387642009-08-14T12:16:00.000-05:002009-08-14T15:00:40.689-05:00I have a theory. . .I think that babies must prefer chubby mommies. I don't know exactly why. Maybe it starts with wanting more padding while they're on the inside. Maybe it makes them feel more secure. Then once they're born, who wants to snuggle with someone bony? Cushy is probably preferable to those little ones.Whatever the reason, they have a master strategy to meet their goal. It starts with the whole Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-49381991134765675692009-08-12T19:53:00.005-05:002009-08-12T21:40:10.905-05:00Let's disagree over things that are real, indeed!In a recent town hall meeting in New Hampshire, President Obama decried his critics' "wild misrepresentations" of his proposed health care overhaul. He denounced their efforts to "scare and mislead" people and urged, "Where we do disagree, let's disagree over things that are real."The President should take his own advice.I don't know whether he is intentionally misrepresenting the facts or if he Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-35450380719126475172009-08-02T21:59:00.004-05:002009-08-02T22:33:33.921-05:00The DentistJ had his first trip to the dentist last week. Yes, I know it's a little late to be starting that, but we tend to follow the "If it ain't urgent, it ain't happening" principle around here much of the time.When I told him I was going to take him, he was very excited. He wanted to go right then. It was a big letdown when he found out we had to make an appointment. He could hardly wait until the bigAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-83975955576075429572009-07-27T18:14:00.002-05:002009-07-27T18:42:51.170-05:00I Heart CVSIt's been a while since I've shared any CVS deals. That's partly because I've been preoccupied with other things (funeral, baby, surgery, for instance) and took some time off from bargain shopping. It was also because the deals were a little slim at CVS for a number of weeks.Well, the past two weeks, CVS got back in the game, and so did I!Here are last week's winnings. I got Huggies wipes, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-55317354830943580542009-07-26T16:20:00.002-05:002009-07-26T16:24:19.588-05:00Overheard this morningH to J: "Let's play Tom and Jerry. I'll hit you with a shovel and then you hit me with a shovel."Perhaps we need cut back on the electronic babysitting.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-90219775953979691072009-07-10T15:40:00.002-05:002009-07-10T15:54:29.176-05:00Summer BeautiesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-10593788493928790652009-06-21T21:15:00.003-05:002009-06-21T21:36:37.450-05:00Father's DayI participated in several writing contests during my years at college. I never considered myself much of a writer and certainly never had any expectations of winning. I did it as more of a self-improvement project. They were the sort of competitions where you showed up, they gave you a topic, and you had an hour or so to write about it.One year the subject was "What is your favorite holiday and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4107955411341278177.post-62176861888491968932009-05-03T19:49:00.002-05:002009-05-03T20:12:55.907-05:00An Open Letter To Chris TomlinDear Mr. Tomlin,I have been blessed by many of your songs, and appreciate your ministry. I particularly like your reworking of the hymn "Amazing Grace." On more than one occasion I've been moved to tears as I meditate on the the overwhelming thought that my God, my Savior has indeed ransomed me from the chains of my sin.But there's something about the third line of the chorus that distracts my Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971930100283290184noreply@blogger.com1